City: Me, the male villain?

Northwest Military District, West River Colony Star.

The West River Colony Star is the colony star stationed in the Third Garrison Fleet of the Northwest Military Region, and most of the soldiers in the fleet are also West River people.

Now the West River Star is celebrating the great victory just made against the Sith.

Those battle heroes have now become the object of worship of the entire people of the West River Star, and these good boys are also singing at this moment.

Some bold girls took the initiative to come forward and talk to the soldiers.

The soldier’s family members looked at each other with a smile on their faces, with a proud look on their faces.

But not everyone is so elated.

Although a great victory was achieved, the Third Garrison Fleet still suffered a lot of losses, and many soldiers remained in space forever.

And the families of these soldiers can only hide their grief in their hearts.

Because they know that the moment their sons join the army, their lives belong to the Federation, which is the fate of the Federal soldiers.

……

Mrs. Linda was in the kitchen, preparing for today’s dinner.

A fried fish in orange juice, a glass of milk.

It is very simple and very classic West River people’s dinner.

Mrs. Linda was the only one in the family, and her husband had died 20 years earlier.

Died in a fierce battle— her husband had been a soldier on a frigate of the Third Garrison Fleet.

So over the years, she has been dependent on her son, Ellen.

Alan, also following in his father’s footsteps, entered the Third Garrison Fleet and became an honorable intelligence officer.

But Mrs. Linda’s heart was always a little uncertain.

The war with the Sith was over, and the Third Garrison Fleet was victorious and victorious.

Most of the soldiers have also gone home on vacation.

But Mrs. Linda’s son, Allen, never heard from her or contacted Mrs. Linda.

Mrs. Linda also inquired about the Third Garrison Fleet, but the reply was that Allen’s squadron was in the process of being reorganized and the list of personnel had not yet been determined.

So this made Mrs. Linda a little uneasy.

Just as Mrs. Linda was thinking about it, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Alan is back?!

Mrs. Linda’s eyes lit up, her face became radiant, and she hurried toward the door, but there was some regret in her heart.

I knew that my son would come back today, so her dinner would be a little more hearty!

Mrs. Linda opened the door, and outside it stood several Confederate soldiers.

They were dressed in dark blue Federal Space Fleet uniforms, led by young officers with a solemn look, represented by three stars on their epaulettes.

The rank of this young officer, a colonel!

But Mrs. Linda did not notice that, in fact, when she saw the three officers, she immediately had a bad premonition in her heart.

Even her body was a little paralyzed, unable to stand, and fell to the ground.

The leading young officer gave her a meticulous military salute: “Is it Mrs. Linda, please?” ”

Mrs. Linda nodded.

She stared at the young officer with hopeful eyes, how she wished her guess was wrong!

The young officer looked solemn, and he took out a document and handed it to Mrs. Linda.

Mrs. Linda took a look at it and cried out, “O God! ”

Death Notice.

“Dear Mrs. Linda.

It is with great sadness that we inform you that your son, Alan Wood, has been killed in battle with the Sith Communists.

He was a very brave soldier, very brave in the action, and played a very important role in this battle.

On behalf of the Federal Political Department and the Northwest Military District, I would like to express my deep condolences to you.

Thank you son for all he has done for the freedom of the Federation.

Finally, please mourn. ”

The money dropped was the Federal Northwest Military District, commander bu.

This death notice is printed in print, and even Allen’s name is printed by the computer.

Although the words are sincere, there is a mechanical indifference.

For the NorthwestErn Military District, Allen was just an ordinary soldier, and his death was just a number.

Just print one more death notice, that’s all.

The Northwest Military District issues thousands of death notices every year, and Allen is just one of them….

But what cruel bad news for Mrs. Linda!

Twenty years ago, she received a notice of her husband’s death.

And today, twenty years later, I have received a notice of my son’s death!

She lost the two most important men in her life forever…

Mrs. Linda was just holding the death notice, grief-stricken and crying out in pain.

The young colonel stepped forward, clasped Mrs. Lin’s hand tightly, and said softly, “I am Li Weili, the commander of this battle, and I once fought alongside your son.”

Please, Mrs. Linda. ”

Mrs. Linda looked up at the young colonel, who took a deep breath and suddenly asked:

“Alan… Is he brave? ”

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Weili said in a deep voice: “He is very brave, and he has made an outstanding contribution to this battle.”

It is my privilege to be able to fight alongside heroes like your son, madame. ”