"dad!!"
"Waaaaah..."
With tears welling in her eyes, Elisa gently embraced Su Yue, burying half her weight in his arms.
The shoulders and chest were forced together, like a red fruit tree hanging in the sky, blocked by the bright moon that had not yet completely disappeared in the morning.
"It's alright, I'm just going to take a look, nothing will happen."
The same thing was happening in every corner and location of the city of Dukar in the Cloud City. Su Yue was wearing an exquisite military uniform and looked quite imposing, but in reality, he already had some understanding of the cruelty of war.
Whether it's bombing or dark, sinister images of death.
These factors constantly affected Su Yue's mind and nerves.
Amidst the shells and ruins, Su Yue seemed to have completely forgotten what had happened before, but in reality, he had never forgotten everything that had occurred in the world of Turin. In fact, in Su Yue's own eyes, he was still the lord of the world of Turin.
But even in this strange and bizarre world, Su Yue still gets injured and suffers from illnesses; he can even catch a cold or get a fever.
Because of excessive indulgence in certain things that happen at night, you may even feel exhausted and weak the next day.
The child's cries plunged Su Yue, the father, into a state of desolation.
"They're gone."
A huge military truck drove up from a distance, and a sergeant major holding a list and wearing a steel helmet looked at Su Yue and asked, "Reserve soldier, Su Yue?"
"Yes."
The sergeant glanced at Su Yue but said nothing, maintaining a purely businesslike attitude, and said, "Say goodbye to the children one last time?"
Su Yue said, "Okay, thank you, sir."
Su Yue looked at the black flags in the distance. The military flags seemed to come in many types. Some were like those of Canaan, while others were completely different. There were green flags, as well as strange military flags symbolizing dark tones, red flags, black flags, and those emerald green flags. In Sergeant Lillard's eyes, they reflected the black light unique to his helmet.
Behind those lights, Su Yue saw eerie black mist and the rising sun.
As the sun rose, Eliz gently held his face, the sound of a child crying beside him ringing in his ears.
The setting sun seems to have lost its boundary and separation from the daytime, losing its meaning and certain information.
Su Yue even felt that sometimes, the existence of human beings is itself a carrier of a certain amount of information, and that information and his body form a kind of fusion and intertwining illusion.
He smiled broadly: "Do you see that over there?"
What is that?
Su Yue said:
"I'll come back when the camellias over there bloom all over the mountainside, covering the entire landscape." As a soldier, Su Yue no longer has a job, but is working hard to make a living and manage his family and life.
She gave her life for work, to pay off her huge mortgage; for her son and her future daughter.
In Su Yue's view, there was no question of whether it was noble or not.
Sometimes, the formation of human civilization is merely a result of being oppressed by its actions, its world, and some kind of external energy.
Just like some dough is born to be made into noodles.
Some noodles are meant to be flattened, some are shaped like baguettes, and others are a dark, somewhere between moist and hard.
Their different states determine the subsequent changes in direction and location.
Su Yue has now entered the world of battlefield.
He bid farewell to Eliz and the children.
He took a deep breath.
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"Reservists, you need to undergo the most basic military training."
Su Yue looked at the water bottles, olive bread, vegetables and fruits being distributed. After a busy day of distributing the supplies, everyone went to the front-line military camp.
"You're lucky. The area sixteen miles from the front line needs reinforcements from the war and battles."
"What?! Didn't we just join the front lines?"
"Wasn't the initial training supposed to be a month-long basic training camp on the front lines?" asked Lerlingwood, a reserve recruit, with a puzzled look.
The sergeant major said, "These are orders from the front, and as soldiers, you must know how to unconditionally obey orders from your superiors. Lehringwood."
"yes."
"Go to the front lines to remove your equipment. You need more dignified training."
"Yes, sir, yes."
No one smiled. The sight of the sergeant major whipping Lerlingwood, who had taken off his coat and uniform, in the darkness sent chills down everyone's spines.
Su Yue didn't feel any chilling atmosphere. He only heard the buzzing of bombers and the sharp, destructive whistling of the sky. When the reconnaissance plane swooped down, he smelled the scent of death, corpses, and the smell of war.
Heavy trucks drove by, and the muddy lavender fields on the outskirts of Cloud City were replaced by the rolling mud from the wheels; to be precise, the tire tracks bent the muddy, swampy roads.
Lerlingwood was covered in wounds; his back looked as if it had been whipped thousands of times by black thorns, making him resemble a friar from the Holy Church.
But in reality, the new recruit Lerlingwood was full of resentment, and Su Yue, who had enlisted at the same time as him, also fell silent.
Perhaps it's because once the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked...
The bawdy jokes and playful banter that everyone had been exchanging were gradually replaced by the tension of being jostled around, splashing mud, having to tow machinery when the wheels broke down, and getting out of the car to get busy with the work.
"Have you heard? The front lines are full of trenches."
"Trenches??"
At this moment, a man shrouded in black shadows said, "Trenches plus torrential rain will give you a story of trench warfare; trenches plus tanks will give you a story of being crushed over your heads; if trenches plus alcohol, you might find yourself in an enemy prisoner-of-war camp tomorrow. Of course, this is all under the condition of good luck. If you encounter poison gas, gentlemen, you may all have to go to a field hospital to wait for death."
"poison gas?"
"..."
Su Yue silently gazed at the front line stretching for hundreds of kilometers in the distance, where the black, burning, and destroyed villages had become their temporary supply points.
Corporal Fisher picked up his binoculars and looked over his wrapped legs and neat uniform, where he could see his long, narrow eyes.
His eyes narrowed at that moment:
"Everyone should rest and set up camp on the spot."
"Make preparations and set up camp on the spot."
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