Chapter 259 Flowers
Shaking the document in his hand, Chalad saw a smile on the old political commissar's face, "This is what I learned in the Krieg Corps, to help them communicate better with others. We can He is the only popular guy in this pile of dead people.”
"It's incredible."
Charade took the document from the old political commissar's hand and roughly read the contents.
It can be said that there is all kinds of information, about the exchange between the Legion and civilians, the exchange between the Legion and other Imperial Guards, the exchange between the Legion and the fleet, and even the exchange between the Mechanicus.
"The easiest ones here are the Mechanicus. They are also ruthless, but in a different direction from the Kriegs. But compared with others, they appear to be particularly 'approachable'."
"This...isn't funny."
"Hahaha." The old political commissar smiled softly, not paying attention to Charade's embarrassed face. "You have to learn to enjoy hardship, kid. Otherwise, how long can you last in this place? Sooner or later, you will become autistic."
"If it really happens, then I would rather die on the way to charge."
The old political commissar clapped his hands gently, "Very good. If you have this consciousness, at least you won't be shot by the Kriegs who are unwilling to retreat."
A violent cough came from Chalad's throat. He looked at the old political commissar in disbelief, "So what I heard is true? Will they really shoot the political commissar who tries to make them retreat temporarily?"
"That's right, and it's quick and steady. I guarantee you will never feel any pain."
Charade's face turned bitter. He finally understood that when he left Zhongsi Academy, the teachers looked at him as if they were dead.
"But...there are exceptions."
"exception?"
"That's me. I successfully dissuaded many death charges from the legion where I was appointed, and I was not shot."
After swallowing a sip of saliva, Charad became curious about the old political commissar's words and gained a new understanding of his legend.
"How did you do it? Can you teach me?"
At this point, the cheerful face of the old political commissar became sad and heavy. He drank the already lukewarm water in the cup and sighed.
"Those soldiers, or rather those children. Do you know what their faces look like under their masks?"
"Me." Charade thought about it carefully and found that he had never seen anything else except a gas mask and a gas mask with a metal skull plate.
The old political commissar also sighed with emotion when he saw Charade shaking his head at him in confusion, which reminded him of his former self.
"I have managed many legions, and I have also shot many cowards. Maybe I have shot more scum and cowards in the Punishment Legion than I have actually killed enemies on the battlefield."
"Those soldiers all looked experienced. Of course, except on the planet Komodor, where the war against bugs forced us to mobilize, I have never seen any young faces. Most of them are strong middle-aged people. people."
"But those soldiers, I was lucky enough to see their faces under their masks once. At that time, I was following a quartermaster to clean up the battlefield. He stripped off everything from all the fallen soldiers with ease."
"Clothes, weapons, shovels, masks, they don't have any personal belongings except the weapons and equipment they were issued."
"That's when I saw the Krieg behind the mask."
The old political commissar was so emotional that he raised his head and leaned back on his chair with a carefree attitude. It is rare to see such a look among the strict political commissars.
"Those people are too young, you know? Too young. More than one, almost all of them are so young, their faces look young and serious."
"Anyone who sneaks out can get them to call me grandpa."
Charade listened to the memories of the old political commissar and couldn't help but interrupt his thoughts with a voice, "So this is the reason? Do you sympathize with these... uh children?"
"Yes. But no, I was just feeling emotional at that time." The old political commissar shook his head, "It's true that I have seen child soldiers smaller than them, but this is indeed the first time I have seen a legion of such a large scale."
"What really moved me was the battle in the Garden World of Mavis No. 3. Those children who wanted to die may have seen the Garden World for the first time. To be honest, the lands washed by gunfire were not pretty, but wait for you If you have been to the home planet of the Kriegs, you will know that all the battlefields you experience are as beautiful as the private gardens of the nobles. "
"What kind of place is that?" Charad was a little curious. He rarely heard the Kriegs talking, let alone talking about their hometown.
"It's terrible, it's really terrible." The old political commissar shook his head and said that he didn't really want to talk about the story of the Krieg people's hometown, but he still briefly described it in line with his duty to explain it to future generations.
"If there really is a hell, you have to learn wherever there is hell."
After swallowing, Charad found it hard to imagine what kind of world it was there.
The old political commissar may have felt thirsty because he talked a lot, so he went to get another glass of water, then turned his back to Charade and continued to talk about what he had seen in Mavis No. 3 Garden World.
"I saw the shock of those dead children. This was the first time I saw the stunned look of these soldiers who didn't care about anything but death."
"Some of them reached out their hands without any orders and tried to touch the flowers that were covered with dust but were not dead yet."
"I watched their movements in amazement, watched their trembling hands shrink back before touching the flowers, watched them stand up again in the team, looking straight ahead."
"I also saw some dead soldiers, with a dead flower stuck in their coats, or a polished fruit in their pockets."
"To be honest, from that moment on, I realized that these children locked under masks and coats were alive, they were not dead, they were worth saving, even if they had given up on themselves."
For some reason, Charade suddenly felt that the old political commissar's eyes were shining. He looked at the old political commissar putting his hand on his shoulder and said earnestly.
"Their world has been blown up and there is nothing left, no industry, no agriculture, except these children, they have nothing."
Nothing?
Charade listened to the words left by the old political commissar in shock. He was still savoring the meaning of it, and then he heard the sound of the hatch opening, and the figure of the old political commissar standing at the door to let him out.
"So sometimes, sometimes, we are needed to stop them from going too far."
Charad felt a kick on his buttocks, he staggered out of the room, and then heard the last words of encouragement left by the old political commissar.
"Do a good job, kid, don't let them die in vain."
Charad was a little moved, and then he realized something, he slapped the closed door hard, "But you haven't taught me how to dissuade them!"
"Haha, I have taught you everything I should teach, whether you can understand it is your problem, the political commissar needs to grow up! Instead of relying on the seniors for everything!"
The dissatisfied scolding came, and Charad had to lower his head and continue to think about their conversation.
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