Zerg Rover

The war continued, and the same sound of bullets bursting every day, the circling buzz of aircraft, and the painful wailing of wounded soldiers tortured Alice's already fragile nerves.

The boss, who has always been harsh and strict, did not issue substantive punishment to Owen for his impulsive actions, but only gave a verbal warning. His icy face was as if he stood in front of the recruits for training three years ago, unchanged.

The passing of Angie brought Alice's mind to another world. The people he observed with numb eyes and labeled as the enemy or the enemy in the past few days suddenly became alive. Their screams, their messes, their crooked bodies, Like wild dogs, they walked into his field of vision one by one, and were active in front of his eyes.

When Owen walked into his lounge, he didn't even notice.

Owen walked over and sat down.

"Did you fall asleep today?"

"No, it's very noisy at night."

Owen took out a scratched metal cigarette case from his crumpled coat pocket, pressed the pick, and popped out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

"One?" Owen took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and exhaled the smoke.

"No, thank you." Alice subconsciously refused.

"Come on, you haven't slept for several days, and your spirit is too low." Owen pinched the cigarette with two fingers and stuffed it into Ellis' mouth.

"Thanks." Alice took the fire from Owen, his pale fingers trembling slightly, and lit the cigarette.

The burning sensation caused by nicotine spreads in the mouth.

Ellis let out a heavy breath, as if vomiting out the depression of the past few days.

"...Angie, did you find it?" Alice half-opened his eyes, peeking at Owen's expression through the slits.

look at Owen,

"I found it, I found it a long time ago." Owen looked nonchalant, but his back straightened instantly, and the strength of his index finger and middle finger clamped the cigarette handle into an oval. "About 100 meters northeast of the crater you mentioned, only half of it is found." Mechs and unrecognizable corpses."

"That, that's really, that's terrible." Ellis trembled, looking away, he felt that Owen's expression of pretending to be calm was actually full of ridicule and questioning of him.

"Speaking of which, why was he blown out so far, but the nameplate is in your hand." Owen pretended to be relaxed, "Besides, you only saw his nameplate but didn't find his body, so you hurried back and told me It's really strange that he died."

"I, I really don't know. My mind was blank at the time. I couldn't find him no matter how I searched. I thought he was dead."

"Then he really died." Owen sneered and stroked Alice's hair.

Ellis is the same age as them, but both he and Angie agree that Ellis is only three years old mentally, with simple thoughts and simple thinking, acting on impulse, doing whatever comes to mind, and putting great enthusiasm into it when he likes it. Hate is equally single-minded.

"I know you are only three years old, but when I heard the news, I became only three years old." Owen's eyes drifted into the distance, "I also hope that he is not dead, but unfortunately things backfired."

"Owen, the night you had a fever, I heard what you said in a coma."

"Huh?" Owen exhaled a puff of smoke.

"You said that poem that Owen read most often, you said 'you are the snow in my palm'."

"Yeah." Owen smiled, stubbed out the cigarette, raised the sole of his shoe to snuff out the cigarette butt, "He wrote it to laugh at me when he was in college, it's not that he and I didn't see each other at the beginning, although we accidentally became friends with you, but we didn't Stop sneering."

At first, he and Angie didn't see eye to eye. Angie said he was a brash man with nothing but physique. He thought Angie was a piece of trash with a mind full of impracticality. You came and I ridiculed each other for a few rounds. Everyone knew that they didn't want to be nice. , but Ellis, who was closest to them, couldn't see it.

"He wrote me poems on pink envelope paper. He was not short of money or paper, but inside was crumpled toilet paper with fringe torn off, and he stepped on a footprint with wrote this poem."

Owen read slowly:

"The wind drifts lightly,

Clouds fly by.

God came with frost and snow,

entrust you to me.

You are the snow in my palm,

falling from my fingers,

fell to the ground,

soiled,

white body, innocent

Stepped under my feet.

That's it! ! "

Owen couldn't help laughing.

"I don't know when he rewrote this poem on the bookmark and put it in the textbook, taking it with him wherever he goes."

"It may not be appropriate for me to ask this now. When did you get together?" Ellis whispered.

"Actually, it's nothing. We were together more than two months ago. At that time, the relationship was just settled. I want to wait until it is stable before I tell you."

At that time when he was with Angie, the first thing he considered was Ellis' feelings. He was afraid that Ellis would not be able to accept his two friends of the same sex being together for a while. He and Angie both had families, but Ellis was an orphan. He felt abandoned, so he didn't tell him.

But this is absolutely impossible to say now.

"Oh." Ellis sighed, "You are so obvious, but I didn't see that you were together. That day Angie was with you, but I asked Angie to accompany me to the battlefield, and finally killed him... ..."

Owen has heard Ellis talk about this situation several times. Emotionally, he doesn’t complain about Ellis, but if he puts himself in the same situation, even if it’s him and Angie, when the bomb hits, he will instinctively push the people around him away. open.

Irving knows what kind of person Angie is and what choices he will make.

Angie is an idealist. At the beginning, he showed his sharpness and didn't know how to hide it. Later, he learned to cover it up with a foolish appearance.

When confessing, Angie tilted her head and said to him:

"I will die on the battlefield nine out of ten in the future, you have to be mentally prepared.

But well, every day I live is yours, until I die. "

That bastard!

Before Owen had time to prepare, he hastily sacrificed himself for the glory in his heart.

Angie's time belonged to him, but so little.

Owen was immersed in an indescribable grief.

Ellis looked at Owen and quietly withdrew, leaving the venue to Owen.

Exiting the camp, Ellis covered his eyes with his hands, wet tears streaming down his face.

His mind seemed to never leave the day when Owen passed away. He thought that Angie would pull up the curtain and come out at any time, greeting him with a gentle and tired voice.He hated his many small actions in the past that he didn't take care of Angie. In the dormitory, he woke up Angie who was lying on Owen's bed, and the method was so rude; what Angie shared with him, he didn't say it seriously Thanks.

Angie's voice and smile, and a word in his ear distorted his thoughts.

The most obscene, dirty and despicable words in this world can be applied to him, Ellis.

How abominable he is.

Receiving the notice of return was as unexpected as the conscription at the beginning of this war.

The superior sent a notice requesting that all the remaining Siming troops return to the airship the next day, when old troops from other military regions will come to support them.

However, the flames of war are still raging, and the Siming army has a lot of supplementary personnel. This battle has been stalemate for a long time, how can it be so simple to ask to return?

Ellis still got the answer from Delof, who had a family background.

It is said that it was because a male son of a certain noble family turned into a female son and mixed it with the recruits Siming received this year.In the past few days, that family discovered that their precious male son had actually come to a dangerous battlefield.Unsure of Xiongzi's alias, the impatient elder simply used means to intervene in the military headquarters and demand that all Siming troops return to Zerg Star.

The war on Zombie Star is still in a period of expansion, and there are battles everywhere. There is a huge demand for military females, and the procedures for expropriating females are not very strict.

Elliston, however, felt dizzy.

In the end, their return was not because of victory, nor because of defeat, but because the male son of the nobleman sneaked into the army to join the battle.

When they are needed on the battlefield, they are hurriedly pulled over.

The nobles needed male sons and hurriedly pushed them back.

The life and death of the military female is a series of numbers, a report.No one cares about their fighting on the battlefield, walking on the verge of life and death, no one cares about their blood and tears, their grief.

Just for a male son.

Just for one male.

Ha ha, Alice laughed out loud.