After dinner, I sat by the river with three male students, using a portable stove to boil the icy river water and washing our bodies by the river.
Because the weather is getting warmer, the temperature in the evening is not too low, so it is okay to wipe your body with a wet towel and you will not get any serious illness.
Rigo looked at my clothes piled up next to him. "Senior, isn't it very troublesome to wash your clothes? And don't you have the same fitted tights as us? To wash them, just rinse them with hot water."
I wiped my face with a towel dampened with hot water. "It's okay. I usually don't wash it myself. Liv does it for me. And to be honest, if your armor is penetrated in battle, these protective suits are useless. They just make it more comfortable to wear."
Lemons stretched lazily. "So, are all those rumors about the Hanging Garden true? Senior, are you really going to marry a construct?"
I thought about how Lucia and the others looked in their wedding dresses, and couldn't help but giggle happily. "Haha! It must be real! They're so adorable, who could resist? And don't we have the technology to transform them back? Once the crisis is over, we can just let them transform back, right?"
Rigo: "But I heard there will be a lot of problems."
Me: "It's okay. It won't be over in a short time anyway. By the time the crisis ends, technology will have developed and the level of danger will surely decrease. So there's no need to rush."
Yete still felt a little irritated with the constructs. He couldn't understand my behavior and looked at me in disbelief. "Why would you go to such lengths? They're just constructs. Saving humanity and fighting on the battlefield is what they're supposed to do."
I understood Yete's thoughts very well, so I didn't get angry: "Do you understand the role of us combat team commanders?"
Yette hesitated a little: "I know a little."
Me: "To give you an analogy, if you pierced or damaged the heart or other parts of a robot produced decades ago, how would they react?"
I thought about it for a moment: "If it's that kind of scrap metal, then the brain's instructions should be to obey us humans unconditionally, right? There shouldn't be any other way."
Me: "That's right, but do you think constructs are the same as them? If they are attacked and hurt, will they not resist like those robots? Will they be willing to be hurt by you?"
He thought about it for a moment and said, "What you said does make some sense, but with just a few of them, the Sky Garden will be able to eliminate all these heretics."
I smiled helplessly. "You're overthinking it. It's impossible to completely eliminate those forced defectors. In extreme circumstances, they'll be provoked by certain people, and their wills will change, turning them against humanity. Our main role is to prevent these tragic situations from happening. The mere presence of humans on the battlefield can bring some comfort to those constructs, letting them know they're not fighting alone."
Me: "Because after the surgery, those constructs' speech becomes fuzzy and their emotions become unstable. Sometimes they can be extreme, sometimes they can be cowardly. That's when we come in. As their commanders, we're not just here to order them around. If you don't treat them as human beings and just blindly order them around, you'll end up like the tyrants of ancient times. What consequences will that lead to?"
He also understood what I said a little, and a look of shame appeared on his face: "Will I be left to fend for myself, or even betrayed and killed?"
Me: "So the role of us commanders is to treat them as friends, even family. You can choose not to actually take action, and you can choose not to be forced to sacrifice your life to save them, but you can't fail to express gratitude, comfort, or concern. You can't even pretend."
Yet: "So you really care about those constructs?"
I stood up and said with a smile, "Hahaha! I've already got their bodies and emotions, I can't be an irresponsible man! Hahaha!"
As I was talking, the wet cloth around my waist fell off. The other three people looked at their own, then looked at mine, and couldn't help swallowing: "Uh... Awesome."
I walked back in my underwear, carrying my dirty clothes, and reminded the three of them, "Hurry up, you three, we have high-intensity training tomorrow. If you take too long in the shower, you might catch a cold. Even though the weather is getting hot now, a cold is still very troublesome."
After saying that, I strode towards the camp, my expression gradually becoming solemn. I'm sorry, I lied to you guys. The ultimate goal of this large-scale and long-term operation that costs a huge amount of money is not to take over the entire Middle East, but to use the lives of countless humans and constructs, as well as the Hanging Gardens and the future of mankind, as huge bait to find the Ascenders hidden in the Hanging Gardens.
"knew."
Rigo: "What do you think?"
When Liwu said this, the other two hesitated. Lemons said, "What he said makes sense. If we don't do this, it will indeed cause a lot of problems."
Yete: "It's okay, just be careful next time. I originally thought this guy didn't deserve such a high honor, but I've changed my mind about him a bit."
These three young men, who have just started their careers, have not actually been to the battlefield, but the sense of crisis in their hearts and the hardships they have experienced in the disasters that have happened in the past are enough to deal with what will happen next.
I walked slowly towards the tent with the dirty clothes in my arms, and was about to hand the clothes to Liv. At this time, Liv was washing Shika's body in her tent.
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