It is not an easy task to provide supplies to tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of soldiers, because the fighting continues, and there may be hundreds of thousands of training uniforms that need to be replaced every day when they are damaged.
Although the supply of candy, chocolate, milk, cigarettes, bitter tea and other messy items has been reduced, the supply is still so complicated that it makes people want to cry.
Even with the support of supercomputers, the overall data is still chaotic and cannot be perfect.
At the same time as Operation Long Sword was launched, a huge transport spacecraft began a space jump.
Its body gradually disappeared into the vast space, and then gradually appeared near a busy shipping route in the hinterland of the Eilanhill Empire.
"This is Qingshan Transport Ship No. 129, requesting to be merged into Route 67!" Inside the bridge, the navigator pressed the intercom and requested the personnel on duty in the guidance space station.
In the earphones, the conductor's gentle voice came, which was very pleasant to hear: "Please wait a moment! The patrol destroyer checking your identity is on the way! Keep your course! Don't do unnecessary operations!"
"Transport ship Qingshan 129 understands! I will maintain the route...over!" The navigator took off his earphones, let out a sigh of relief, and relaxed a little.
Soon, an Exploration Level 1 destroyer patrolling nearby came over. It slowly approached, seeming to confirm the situation of the transport ship.
The destroyer captain's voice came over the radio: "Security check! Please tell me the identification password!"
"Weight, fresh water, muscle." The captain of Qingshan 129 said the identification password that only he knew.
"If you can, please describe the cargo you are carrying." The weapon guidance radar on the Discovery Level 1 destroyer was still locked on the target, and the cautious voice of the destroyer captain came through the communicator.
"We carry the relics of the fallen soldiers, as well as letters of condolences to the families of the fallen soldiers." The captain replied from the bridge of the Qingshan 129 transport ship.
"There are no obvious external injuries... There is no abnormality in the identification of friend or foe... The content of the transported cargo conforms to the registration description. It can be merged into the route... I leave it to you, conductor." After visual inspection of the transport ship, there was no abnormality, and the Exploration 1
The destroyer began to change its course, and its weapon system was also unlocked.
"Transport Ship No. 129 Qingshan, welcome home! The permission to merge into the route has been issued! Pay attention to the traffic rules!" The conductor switched the channel and said to the transport ship No. 129 Qingshan on call.
"Thank you!" The pilot operating the spacecraft gently shook his joystick, causing his spacecraft to change its route and merge into the planned route.
Like many spaceships that transport supplies, this spaceship only carries the most ordinary cargo.
After entering the scheduled route, it flew forward along this route and entered the corresponding aviation port.
"Have you thought about how to tell her?" In the sunny office area within the Mayne Star Ring, on the third floor of a building with a military brand, an elderly officer looked at his subordinates with concern.
asked.
"No... I really don't know how to describe to a mother that her son died on the battlefield..." The young officer lowered his head and looked at an envelope in his hand.
Contained in this envelope were two pieces of paper, one was a condolence letter signed by Lieutenant General Sack of the Space Force Logistics Force, and the other piece of paper was a large check, which was a subsidy for fallen soldiers.
Although the letter was full of thanks and full of sympathy and comfort, the young officer felt that even this could not heal the mother's sadness.
Although even a middle-class family would be satisfied with the amount on that check, the young officer still believed that it could not be equivalent in exchange for a living life.
"This is your job. You will often encounter things like this in the future. You have to get used to it, right?" The older officer lit a cigarette, held it between his fingers, and looked at his subordinates and said.
"I don't understand, why..." The young officer held the letter, raised his head and looked at his superior, and asked incomprehensively: "Why? Why do we still have to send combat puppets and clones?
Precious natural persons going to die on the battlefield?”
He stared at the old officer's eyes, hoping to get the answer from his eyes: "We have so many advanced technologies, and so many clone soldiers and robots that don't need to comfort their families... Are these just decorations?"
"Child... you are still young, so you don't understand this..." The old officer took a puff of cigarette and exhaled a piece of scattered smoke. His eyes were full of loneliness: "Go and complete your mission. Maybe you will be able to do it when you come back."
Understand what all this is for."
"But if I don't get the answer, I won't be able to convince myself to tell such a sad ending to a great mother!" The young officer persisted, still not intending to leave.
"Young man! Do you know Siris? Do you know the Siris Grenadier? Do you know how His Majesty the Emperor rushed into the enemy's position with a long sword?" The old officer looked at the other party expressionlessly and asked a series of questions.
question.
He stared at the cigarette in his hand, as if recalling something: "Have you ever heard of the Mauser 98k rifle? Have you ever used it? Have you ever seen a bayonet that can be inserted into the muzzle? It's sharp, has a bleeding slot, and is cold.
!”
Yes, he recalled the heavy cannon he pushed during the expedition to Mayne.
The cannons at that time were really too backward, they didn't even have muzzle brakes, and the wheels were still made of wood...
However, it was really the most amazing battle he had ever fought. When the cannon exploded, the enemy dispersed and retreated in panic.
As if they were on their way, they rushed into Mayne and towards the ferry, moving from one victory to another!
So his whole demeanor began to change, and he no longer looked like the old gentleman who sat in the office drinking tea every day.
His body became upright, his eyes became resolute, and even his tone of voice was full of confidence: "Have you heard cheers like a tsunami? Have you heard military songs like steel? Have you heard machine gun fire?
When the enemy screams continuously?"
He recalled Naaru, recalled Dragonfall City, recalled Volavo, and recalled the majestic military music when Arantix entered the city.
Therefore, he became more confident, as if he was wearing all the medals and medals he treasured at home on his chest.
So he continued to speak: "If you have seen a giant dragon falling to the ground, if you have seen a magician being beaten to pieces by bullets, if you have seen a cannonball whizzing over your head and falling into the dense crowd of demons!"
After saying that, he threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, leaving the unfinished cigarette butt smoking lightly inside: "Then, you will know what His Majesty has given to our generation! He used
Steel builds our backbone, and magma boils our blood!"
"You don't understand why we have so many puppet robots and clone soldiers, but we still let natural people go on the battlefield?" The old officer's voice was high, as if he was asking the young man, but he didn't seem to be asking a question.
Without waiting for the young man's answer, he pointed at the other party and said in a firm and unquestionable tone: "I tell you! We are voluntary! I filled out the application seven months ago, but it has not been approved yet!
"
"You can't understand why there are still people being sent to the battlefield, but I suffer every day because I can't go there!" He sneered, feeling that today's young people are really broken.
Having said this, he pointed at everything around him and continued: "I don't want to sit here and enjoy the sunshine of peace! I would rather give me a grenade and let me go to Shigge like I did when I was thirty years old.
Si No. 3, let me die there!”
"Do you think he was unwilling and full of regret when he died there? Yes, you guessed it right! He must be full of unwillingness and regret! Because he was unwilling to die there, and he hoped that he could have more
Live for a while and kill many of His Majesty's enemies! He regretted that he died there because he could no longer break down those bastards' stumbling blocks for the empire!" His words became more intense as he spoke, and there were even tears in the corners of his eyes.
As if he was venting or stating his thoughts, he shouted word by word: "You know nothing! You know nothing! You don't understand at all that we people are willing to die for this country! We
I am willing to die to protect this tranquility under the sun!"
As if he was no longer impatient, he waved his hand and signaled his young men to leave: "Go away! I am not in the mood to coax children like you anymore, go away and deliver this letter of condolence to that lady! If she
If she sheds tears, then comfort her. If she is angry, put your face in front of her and let her slap her until she is satisfied! Do you understand?"
"Yes! Sir! I'm sorry...sir!" The young officer blushed, stood at attention and saluted.
"Get out!" The old officer continued to wave his hand, and with a lonely look on his face, he walked back to his seat and sat back on his chair, his head lowered and his expression unclear.
The fled young officer stumbled in the corridor. An officer who was almost hit by him joked and taunted: "Hey! Did you make the boss angry again? His voice can be heard throughout the corridor! I said you! Be careful.
Son! Don't cause trouble!"
The young officer, who didn't even dare to look back, held the letter of condolences in his hand, lowered his head and hurriedly walked through the corridor and walked to the parking lot in the distance.
Driving on a star ring is the same as driving on a road on the surface of the planet. There is simulated gravity here, but the sky above your head is just another street.
Along the way, the young officer didn't know how he would face the mother of a sacrificed hero, nor how he would complete such a "difficult" task.
He was really afraid, afraid to look into the other person's eyes, afraid to face the commander who wanted him to die, and afraid of the spirit that he still didn't quite understand.
In a daze, he stood at the door of a seemingly ordinary house. He didn't even know how he knocked on the door, so he just stood there stupidly waiting for the door to be opened.
A woman stood in front of him and looked at the young officer in silence. The young officer didn't know how to speak, so he remained stupidly silent.
Finally, the old woman broke the silence between the two people and asked with difficulty: "So... my son... is dead?"
The young officer didn't know how to explain, so he could only lower his head, apologize and said: "I'm sorry...ma'am..."
"He was killed on Higgs 11?" The old woman held back the tears in her eyes and continued to ask. Her voice was full of tremors, and it could be heard that she was on the verge of collapse.
"Yes, ma'am..." The young officer also felt as if something was stuck in his throat, making it extremely difficult for him to speak every word.
"He... performed well? Was he brave when facing the enemy?" Suddenly, he heard the other party ask.
He was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the other party: "Madam...you, what did you say?"
"I want to know, did he... behave well? Was he brave when facing the enemy?" The hostess choked and asked again.
"Husband, madam... I, the letter said that he fought bravely until the last moment and saved the lives of his comrades..." The young officer didn't know how to answer, so he said bravely.
The woman insisted: "I don't want to read the modified content in the condolence letter. I just want to know whether he fulfilled his promise and fought for His Majesty the Emperor until the last moment."
"I think he should be very brave..." Remembering his commander's slightly twisted expression at the end and those words, the young officer replied.
"That's good...that's good..." As she murmured, the woman turned around and walked back to her house. The house was neatly tidied, and the owner of this room seemed to be a very hard-working person.
"I'm very happy that he was able to give his life for the country...even though I lost him...woo woo...even though I lost him!" The woman finally couldn't help it anymore, leaned against the wall, and squeezed her hands.
The hand that sent the condolence letter kept beating the wall.
She sobbed, trying to lower her voice as much as possible, but the young officer at the door could still clearly hear her heartbreaking despair.
"He said he would give his life for this country... He did it! He did it!" While crying, the woman repeated these words in vague language.
She did not blame the messenger, but the young officer was not relieved. He felt that he was carrying more things, and it was even so heavy that he could hardly breathe.