"I am Ergon, the defense officer of Somo No. 10." Ergon said majestically, "You can leave in peace. This is the order of Emperor Plato and the Senate..."
"We also returned the captured defense envoy to you in accordance with our previous agreement, but he was seriously injured and needs timely medical treatment." Admiral Zimmerman said, "How can you Platonians let us leave now?" p>
During this conversation, a team of Plato medical soldiers immediately arrived to treat the seriously injured defender, and an egg-shaped suspended medical bed was also brought over.
"Be calm, our current defense system scan shows that there are still 8,000 of you alive. We will give you a transport ship and let you leave as soon as possible." Ergon said, "Plato Mechanical Engineers are quickly dismantling a
The various cannons and howitzer systems of the transport ship... It will take up to 20 minutes. You can maintain the honor of the military. It is not considered surrendering to Plato's army, but leaving with arms. This is the Holy of Holies in exchange for the defense of Ahir.
The grace of doing..."
"The Holy of Holies...Emperor Plato?" Admiral Zimmerman didn't know what to say for a moment, all this was beyond his understanding.
On the side, the medical team is quickly lifting the defense personnel whose lives are hanging by a thread onto the mobile floating medical bed.
"I have to stay with Kumara to make sure they can leave safely..." The defense envoy who was covered in the translucent cover of the medical bed said softly. The medical chief on the side heard the words of the injured in the medical communication.
"Defense Officer, you are seriously injured. We must take you back to Plato immediately..." The medical chief persuaded gently. The Defense Officer's injury is actually not optimistic.
"Then let me say goodbye to my former best friend."
A group of medical soldiers exchanged glances with each other, and the transparent cover of the medical bed was opened. Ahir, who had been removed from all kinds of gas protection, clearly felt pain again, his face was as white as paper, and his breathing became rapid.
The defenseman stretched out his hand tremblingly. Seeing that he was wearing a combat uniform and special gloves, he whispered with difficulty:
"Take off your gloves for me...please..."
The medic on the side immediately helped him remove the gloves of his armor.
After Carl Zimmermann saw it, he also removed his right arm armor and gloves so that they could actually touch hands and shake hands for the last time.
Nearly thirty years of fighting and years of tempering have made human skin grow hard armor. Only in front of the best friend can you still be a boy.
They are both rough and soldier-like hands. Ahir's hands are cold due to blood loss. This is the most intimate contact between good friends after such a long time.
They have all killed countless people with their hands, and are no longer carefree teenagers playing under the lime tree - their lives are full of regrets and partings, they spend their lives in cruel killings, and then they bloom like flowers and wither in a short period of time.
A moment.
"Goodbye... Kumara!..."
"Goodbye, Ahir."
They held on tightly for a few seconds and then let go.
"We will meet again..." Zimmerman's eyes flashed back to the moment of saying goodbye when he was a teenager. Ahil may be the last person in the world who still remembers his name as Kumara. The lost youth cannot be recovered.<
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This time Ahir did not cry, but smiled with relief, "See you in heaven..."
Major General Zimmerman watched Plato's medical team leave and calmly said to several of his subordinates: "Without further delay, let's withdraw quickly!"
This is a strange ending——
The surprise attack personnel of Gaia's "Skeleton Knights" left safely with their weapons. They quickly lined up and ran onto the transport ship prepared for them. Some of the wounded even boarded the ship with the assistance of Plato's soldiers. Some of the seriously wounded were even given simple medical treatment.
Treatment of suspended medical board.
"Go quickly! Don't look back!"
A young upper class soldier was slightly injured and was carried away by his comrades, but he kept looking back at the messy Somo 8 base, and his comrades quickly told him to leave.
"It's incredible!"
"What's weird, leave quickly!"
"We are the closest Gaia soldiers to attack Plato in more than four hundred years..."
"So what?"
"And we are still alive!"
"Living" is the best ending of war. Often only the dead can see the ending. On this day, the living can also see it, although it is only temporary, because the war has just begun.
The remaining Gaia forces quickly boarded the interstellar transport ship, including two task forces sent to attack the enemy. The remaining troops retreated in disgrace.
A fleet of fighter jets and more than 20 small battleships from the White Tiger Knights surrounded this special transport ship and "escorted" it far away from the Soma satellite group and flew towards the depths of the universe.
The spacious space inside the transport ship was busy, and there were a large number of seriously injured people on the ground.
"Is it over like this?" Major Park asked in confusion. Although the raid almost destroyed Somo 8, the Gaia Skeleton Knights also suffered heavy losses. "We lost more than 5,800 people, so...
…”
"What else can we do?" The admiral leaned down and closed the eyes of a young man who had just expired. The deceased's eyes were slightly open, his expression was unusually calm, and even his facial muscles were relieved with a sense of relief.
The medical soldiers are too busy, and the Platos are not thoughtful and kind enough to provide free medical robots. The loss of a life is too common on the battlefield, and no one notices the death of a seriously wounded soldier who is unconscious.
"We humans are like a dagger piercing Plato, and our strength is only enough to strike hard... Haven't we all written suicide notes?" Carl Zimmerman turned his head, and on his resolute face,
A pair of dark brown eyes flashed with traces of brown-green light, like stars in the depths of the universe.
"But who could have expected that we would reunite with old friends on the battlefield... Neither Ahir nor I want the other person to die in our own hands. It can only be said that our past emotions have reached such an ending, and we still have
Alive, right?... Sometimes, don't you envy the dead? The living will bear the fate of avenging them, and they will fight endlessly until death... but the dead have gained eternal peace."
"Admiral Zimmerman... To be honest, this is the first time I feel you are a Platonic person." Captain Williams suddenly interjected.
"Platons or Gaians, does it matter? You don't all have the blood of Platons, but you are also Gaians, aren't you?" the admiral said with dignity, "No matter where you stand
On the other hand, aren’t they all slaughtering their own flesh and blood compatriots?”
Everyone standing was silent, except for the groans of the injured.
The admiral lowered his head and looked at the scene of wounded people on the ground, and continued to talk to himself:
"Maybe this is God's will. The battlefield is full of divine will... Sometimes I ask myself, is it God's will that makes human beings kill each other? What kind of God's will is this! How cruel it is for fellow citizens to kill each other, but occasionally...
You can also experience a trace of kindness in cruelty. Perhaps without war, the nobility and bravery in human nature would not exist."