Chapter 162, The Meaning of Life
Lacroix is thinking about an important question: What is the value of life?
He had never thought about this bullshit question before. When he was wandering with the tribe in his early years, all he thought about all day was how to get more food and not go hungry. Later, he became an adventurer for food. After that, he became an adventurer again, essentially for food.
Later, all his brothers from the same wandering tribe died, so he joined the beast-slaying group. He could have enough food to eat, but his goal became to fight the greenskins and avenge the brothers who had fought side by side with him.
Later on, the people above him didn't know what to say, but he was transformed from an adventurer into a regular soldier under the governor, with a military rank and a unit number.
But he didn't care much about it, and even supported it.
They could eat more fully, and the Governor also gave them weapons, which were much better than the garbage they had when they were adventurers. Moreover, they also had cannons and other heavy equipment such as armored vehicles from other friendly forces to provide them with support. This would obviously greatly increase their efficiency in eliminating the greenskins.
So what's there to be unhappy about?
Support, ten thousand supports!
Some time ago, all the greenskins in the ruins of the tower were wiped out.
According to the officer above, in order to prevent these greenskins from multiplying, it is necessary to ensure that all areas of the tower ruins are burned with flames.
Sometimes he wondered if the waste energy storms that often blew up in the ruins of the tower could replace fire.
But even if we ignore all that, the big problem has been solved. Even if some greenskins occasionally regenerate, there won't be too many of them at once, so we can just kill them and burn them.
Just as he and his comrades were chatting with each other and wondering whether their performance this time would be enough to regain the title of "Beast Slaughtering Group" that originally belonged to them from the Governor, a new task was issued.
They will take a transport spacecraft and enter a starship docked in the planet's orbit to carry out their mission.
When they heard the mission, Lacroxia and his comrades were stunned.
Is this going to heaven?
He had looked up at the starry sky countless times, but had never imagined that one day he would be able to leave the earth and fight in the starry sky.
They were inexplicably excited.
Although they could imagine that it might be a very dangerous thing, when they got on the spaceship and looked outside as they were getting farther and farther away from the ground, until they jumped out of the atmosphere and looked far below, they could almost see the entire picture of the entire planet. The originally boundless earth turned into an arc, and then into a planet mixed with ochre and gray-blue. He still felt a huge shock.
It turns out that this is the world we live in.
This is the angry star where our ancestors have lived.
It was even difficult for him to describe the emotions in his heart. His comrades might have the same mentality. The comrades who were originally chatting with each other were now silent.
The transport spacecraft carrying them slowly approached the huge steel structure hovering in the void.
A hatch opened and the transport ship entered, then the hatch closed and gas seemed to be pumped in. Another door opened and the ship went inside, and there was a huge place that looked like an airport.
From multiple exits, transport ships entered one after another, the hatches opened, and teams of soldiers walked down.
Soon, he had no time to look, as the door of the transport spacecraft he was on opened, and their entire company walked down and followed the instructions of the ground crew waiting below, walking all the way inside and entering the Marine Corps camp.
The temporary accommodation allocated to them was very crowded. The entire class was squeezed into a narrow space of a few square meters. There were four groups of beds, two groups tightly together, with a corridor of about 40 centimeters in the middle. Each group of beds had three layers, theoretically, a total of twelve people could sleep.
There are still two beds available for us to store our things...
That’s what they complained about.
There is a cafeteria for eating, and the food is completely synthetic starch. It is said that eating it for a long time will make you very sick, but at least now they think it is okay, as long as they can eat enough. Maybe they will really get sick of it in the future, but will they stay on the starship until then?
However, it was said that there were markets and bars in some places on the starship, where they could have something different, but they had never seen them, and they were not allowed to walk around on the starship. Even these rumors were brought up by some soldiers in the company who were restless and went to chat with the so-called starship marines who also came to the cafeteria to eat but didn't like to communicate with them.
Lacroxia had no interest in any of this.
What he cared about was an idea that had arisen since he arrived above the starry sky on a transport spaceship and saw the magnificent scene: What is the value of life?
He didn't know why he was thinking about such boring things, but he had been stuck in that narrow and closed cabin for a while and there was nothing else to do.
He thought about it for several days but still couldn't figure it out.
Until today, scarlet lights were flashing everywhere and alarms were sounding one after another. He and his comrades received orders to leave their living cabins and gather outside.
Everyone was very nervous.
They knew that a war seemed to have already started. The starships were constantly firing and engaging the greenskin fleet.
This was different from their past war experiences.
In the past, no matter how powerful the enemy was or how bad the situation was, we always fought with our own weapons. To some extent, life and death were controlled by ourselves.
But now, they are so far away from their hometown and the planet that it is said that even light takes a long time to fly.
If the naval battle fails, all of them will be buried in this sea of stars.
But soon, their mission came.
He saw the company commander talk to the instructor for a few words, and then he ordered the entire company to set off.
After walking for dozens of minutes, he saw with his own eyes that almost all the people in the next row were engulfed in flames and debris during a violent explosion. Then, while his head was still spinning, he saw a figure rushing over from behind the breach.
He raised his gun almost subconsciously and instinctively and shot at that place.
Although it was roughly the appearance of a human being, Lacroxia was very sure and familiar with it. It was a greenskin.
Indeed, his shooting even saved the life of the company commander. With his encouragement, many of his comrades opened fire, and the greenskin was soon killed on the spot under the concentrated fire.
However, more greenskins rushed in, stepping on the still burning flames.
A bloody battle broke out unexpectedly at a very close distance.
There is no heavy firepower, no artillery, no armored vehicles...all these things are difficult to deploy in the environment inside a starship.
All they have are guns in their hands and a will of steel.
As more and more greenskins poured in, they couldn't even continue shooting and could only hold their bayonets and fight.
There was a chaotic fight, with almost no room for command, and both sides fought bravely. Bayonets, bullets, blood, body parts... these things flew around in this narrow passage.
Lacrosha had nothing in his mind, only stabbing movements. His comrades fell one by one, and they took over one by one. He was not seriously injured, even though he was chopped in the chest by a greenskin's machete. The plastic steel bulletproof armor plate saved his life. He turned around. He didn't care about the pain in his ribs, nor did he care about being knocked to the ground by the greenskin's huge force. He stabbed the bayonet into the unbalanced greenskin's neck.
Lacroxia, whose face was splattered with blood, pushed the corpse away with force and stood up, gasping for breath.
And this seemed to be the last greenskin, and there were no other living enemies at the moment.
But in this purgatory-like scene, there were only seven people left standing like him.
Lacroxia looked confused.
A company of 120 people...only seven left?
He couldn't count the number of bodies that filled the corridor, especially since some of them were in a terrible state. He only knew that almost everyone he knew was dead, and the seven people in front of him were unfamiliar to him. They were all covered in blood, and all looked confused.
The seven people instinctively gathered together, and for a long time, no one dared to speak.
Finally, it was Lacroxia who spoke up: "Who is the highest ranking officer here?"
He still remembered that during the intervals of the previous surface battles, the company instructor had instilled a lot of military rules in them. If the team organization was broken up, the surrounding soldiers should gather together spontaneously, with the highest-ranking soldier as the temporary commander.
Now... should it be considered that they have been broken up? Or should it be considered that they have been destroyed?
"I'm a private..." a timid voice sounded, "I was just assigned to the Third Independent Regiment..."
"I am also a private...", "I am a private first class...", "I am a private second class..."
After listening to them all, they were all soldiers.
Lacroxia scratched his head, not knowing what to do.
There's not a single officer left, right? What should we do?
Suddenly, he noticed that everyone was looking at him.
He remembered that he had not yet reported his rank: "I... I'm a corporal."
When he was first reorganized, he was just a private; after the battle of the ruins of the tower, he was considered a veteran of the Beast Slayer Regiment, and was promoted to the rank of corporal during the large-scale awarding of medals.
Corporal means he has the same rank as the D1 rank in Fuxing City. The food rations and training allowances are enough for him to live a life that is much better than just food and clothing. If he does not serve in the army in the future, he will be transferred to civilian work at the same level, and his future will be guaranteed. In the event of a war, he will also receive a combat allowance.
He was promoted quickly. In his squad, only the squad leader was a staff sergeant and the deputy squad leader was a sergeant. Among the others, he was the only one with a higher rank.
But overall, he is still a small fry in the entire company.
As a result, he heard the corporal say: "Well, it seems that you are the highest-ranking officer, and we all listen to you now."
Lacroxia was stunned.
I, I, I...I can't do it?!
But he soon calmed down again.
This is not a power, but a responsibility, and he cannot shirk it. According to the regulations, he must shoulder this responsibility.
Taking a deep breath, he seemed to understand the question he had been thinking about before.
I can’t say about the long term, but at least his current value is to lead the only seven remaining people in the 2nd Company of the 6th Battalion of the 3rd Independent Regiment.
The last bit of talent of the 362nd Company lies here.
What to do next?
Their previous mission was to garrison in area B7752 and eliminate all alien enemies that appeared there.
However... the company commander and instructor might know where B7752 is, but how could a corporal like him know?
Scratching his head, he heard the sounds of fighting in the distance.
He waved and said, "Let's go over there and see if we can find other friendly forces."
If there were friendly troops, especially officers, he would seem to be able to relieve himself of his responsibilities.
…
Fully armed, nearly three meters tall, and wearing super heavy armor, Gurney Crazy Fang pushed open the half-rotten hatch and was the first to walk out of the landing ship. What greeted him was the concentrated fire of more than thirty electromagnetic rifles and laser guns.
His armor clanked from being hit, but it did not stop him for a moment. He stretched out his mechanical legs and rushed forward quickly, shielding the green-skinned guys behind him from the wind and rain while leaving space for them to spread out their formation.
Moreover, during this process, he raised his left arm. The multiple rocket launcher mounted under his forearm fired a full shell of rockets, blowing up the platoon of elite Marines in front of him, as well as several who were coming to support him.
The violent explosion even caused some damage to the metal tunnel cabin, creating several holes. The cracked mechanical structure and the group of people being evacuated under the holes could also be seen.
There appears to be a gun bay for the Quintet's Reflector interceptor laser cannon.
Kuang Ya grinned with a very ferocious smile.
Is there such a harvest?
He raised his hand again and aimed the rocket launcher downwards. The automatic loading mechanism had already stuffed a new batch of rockets into the magazine, and two orc boys carrying large backpacks loaded a dozen rockets into Kuangya's combat backpack through the armored entrance on Kuangya's buttocks.
The next moment, more than a dozen rockets flew out and hit the independent gun bay below.
The Reflector's gun crew consisted of dozens of people, and they were almost killed instantly. The energy storage device of the Reflector's laser cannon also exploded, creating an even larger gap in the surrounding area.
The fire wave of the explosion even reached the upper deck. Gurney Crazy Fang was not affected much, but several unlucky green-skinned guys were swept into the explosion and thrown out of the ship.
Without the ship's life support and gravity systems, those who entered the void, even the green-skinned orcs with strong vitality, would have no chance of survival.
But it doesn't matter. The value of destroying a naval gun is much higher than blowing a group of unlucky guys away.
The surviving boys were extremely happy to see such a spectacular explosion happening right before their eyes.
Kuang Ya also laughed!
He waved back and shouted to the boys to leave the landing capsule quickly, as they were going to charge in!
As the commander-in-chief of the Iron Tooth Clan's Tenth Plundering Fleet, he is the leader of the entire fleet. Today he has to fight in person to completely win the war!
The fleet's supreme commander personally boarded the ship to fight, which was reckless to the point of being stupid, but green-skinned enough.
(End of this chapter)
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