Lost Starry Sky

What Van Owen brought to Hall was a box of vacuum-packed nutritional supplements.

It contained a transparent, ointment-like object with a strange smell.

Hall took a small sip, and immediately sprayed it all out.

Looking up, he saw Fan Owen holding another box and sucking it with relish, his mouth was making a "duk duk" sound, and there was a strange light in his eyes as he was looking at him.

Hall watched his messy hair and beard dangle in front of his eyes, and his stomach was sour when he heard it.

"do you have anything else?"

"No more. The supply ship will send this."

"Tell them to bring something else."

"They come every three months and just left the day before yesterday."

Hall: "..."

He stared at the box of nutritional supplements for a long time, and asked, "Where did my ship go down?"

Hall clearly remembered that his warship had been pierced with a big hole, and all movable objects were swept out of the ship by the leaked air. Even if there was something not thrown out, it would burn up when it fell into the atmosphere.Even so, he still has the last glimmer of hope remaining.

Maybe there will be something left by chance, such as spare rations on the warship...

Under his intimidation, Van Owen threw him a set of equally crumpled and dirty work clothes, and then took him on a tattered shuttle.

Unsurprisingly, what he saw was a black land.There was a pungent burnt smell in the air outside, and the incinerated garbage piled up into mountains.

There are countless light spots falling in the gray sky, as if there is a meteor shower in the sky.

Van Owen leisurely controlled the shuttle, explaining: "The garbage retrieved by the robot from space will first be concentrated in the sorting station in low-earth orbit, the usable ones will be recycled, and the unusable ones will be directly thrown into the atmosphere for burning. .Look, isn’t it beautiful? The most wonderful thing about Celan is that you can see meteor showers even during the day—"

Hall squinted at him: "So all the garbage in your house was picked up from the sorting station?"

Van Owen raised his eyebrows, "Those are not rubbish! They are treasures! They can be sold!"

Not long after, a huge crater appeared in the field of vision.The diameter of the mouth of the pit was at least several hundred meters, and the dark ring at the bottom of the pit was clearly the wreckage of his battleship.

He could finally believe that there was really nothing left of his battleship.

More precisely, there was nothing left of his team.

After waking up, he has been working hard to restrain himself, saying to himself that sacrificing for the country is the greatest honor, and that comrades in arms die well-if it is not because he has always held such beliefs, he cannot become the craziest on the battlefield generals.

but--

One battleship after another exploded.The distorted and horrified faces of Bloomberg and Dominic as they were swept into the darkness.The deafening roar.The screams from the communicator.

Everything about the attack always popped up in his mind involuntarily, driving him crazy.

Hall roared, and punched the control panel of the shuttle hard with his fist.The shuttle immediately lost control and plummeted to the ground.Van Owen frantically pulled the joystick, "Hey, what are you doing!"

The ground next to the wreckage of one end of the shuttle.The cabin door was shaken open, and the two rolled out together.

Hall scrambled towards the wreckage, kneeling on the ground, howling like a wounded animal.

Van Owen hugged him from behind and hugged him abruptly.He struggled so hard that they both fell to the ground together, hugging each other and rolling down the slope of the huge pit.

In the end they were all lying on their backs, panting.

Van Owen stared at the sky for a few seconds, then suddenly jumped up and pulled Hall hard, "Get up, it seems to be raining!"

Hall lay helpless, hopeless.

"Go on your own. I'm a piece of trash. Let the trash bury me."

"It's enough!"

Van Owen somehow picked him up with strength, and carried him back to the shuttle.As soon as the hatch was closed, it began to rain cats and dogs outside.

Fan Owen said a little angrily: "The rain in Seran is corrosive, do you want to disfigure it?"

Hall slumped against the back of the passenger seat, staring blankly at the white rain curtain outside, his eyes were already blurred.

Even he himself felt a little strange.In the past, it was clear that he could do everything for victory, even at the expense of his subordinates or even himself, but why was he so sad this time?

Back in Van Owen's fully enclosed cave, Hall's emotions gradually calmed down.The filtered cold air seeped into his lungs, and Hall couldn't help shivering.The box of nutritional supplements that he only took a sip of was still on the small table carved out of stone.He walked over numbly and sucked up all the rest.

"Any more?"

Van Owen handed him another box.

Followed by a glass of water.

Hall frowned.Van Owen immediately understood what he meant, and dragged him to the other end of the cave.Turning the corner, Hall's eyes suddenly lit up.A simulated fluorescent lamp was lit above the cave, and an aquatic plant with blue leaves grew along an underground river below.

"I found this kind of grass in a valley. All the plants on this planet died, and only it survived, because it can filter the acidic substances in the water. So in addition to the water sent by the supply ship, I also There is self-filtered clean water to use—”

Hall drank the water in the glass in one gulp, his movements and expressions were vicious, as if what he drank was the enemy of the Haman Empire.

"But the glass I gave you just now is pure water from the supply ship, so let's think of it as compensation after I accidentally sold your stuff."

Hall: "..."

He warned himself that now he had to rely on this guy to return to the fleet, so he must not do anything.He gritted his teeth and asked, "Can you tell me where a high-power transmitter is available? I want to send a signal to the fleet and ask them to send someone to pick me up."

This request is reasonable.So Van Owen took Hall to fly on the junk boat he drove when he was on a tour.

Target: Rhine City.