Chapter 1075
My Empire Chapter 1075
2020-11-03
Chapter 1075 1077 Disability CompanyHaving sent the officer away, Harold sat on his couch, ready to accept his wife roar.
Who knows, his wife just sat helplessly beside him, groaning each minding their own business.
"I know you're worried about me, but even my son thinks I'm useless by staying here like this." Harold finally spoke, comforting his wife.
"But you know, going to the battlefield will be more dangerous." The woman was still reluctant for her husband to take risks.
Going to an ordinary battlefield is already very dangerous, this time going to space, the danger is even more unpredictable.
"Who said that? I can install a puppet prosthesis and use magic... This time I have the ability to protect my comrades in arms." Harold squeezed out a smile, looking towards his own wife.
"What I'm afraid of is that you go out and show your power!" The wife looked at her husband more worriedly, and was very reluctant to let him go away from her again.
"Don't worry! I will come back alive." The man looked at his ordinary wife with pity on his face: "I still want to take care of you and your child! Don't think about it!"
He lightly patted the woman's shoulder: "go! Take out the clothes I keep in the closet! Let our son see, his father is the most handsome!"
Although the woman was reluctant, she glanced at the table on the table, and the military recruiting application form sent by the officer had already been accepted, sighed helplessly, and stood up.
The boy stood there, he didn't know why his father suddenly became fierce today, and he didn't know what kind of news the soldier who came to find his father brought.
At this age, he still doesn't know what choice his father made for this family.
The wife could easily find the carefully stacked clothes in the closet. In the early morning of the second day, she stood beside her husband very virtuously and helped him put on the clothes since he returned. When I came to this house, I never wore a military uniform.
It was a retired military uniform without epaulettes or armbands, a non-commissioned officer's dress.
The man stood up straight, his chin held high, and asked his wife to help him fasten the buttons of his neckline. Then he glanced at his empty sleeves, and there was a hint of sadness on his face.
If this arm is still there, he should still be on the front lines of the Demon Realm, fighting alongside his fellow soldiers.
After he sighed inwardly, he saw his wife cautiously helping him put the medals that were stored in the drawer on his chest.
Those are all precious medals, they are all medals that have been sacrificed in battle on the battlefield, and they are all proofs of enviable warriors.
"Listen to your mother at home." Before going out, Harold rubbed his son's head and instructed him in the words of the adults: "Be strong! Father is not at home, you are the only one in the family. A man! Take care of your mother! Take care of yourself!"
The little boy nodded, still didn't speak. Harold glanced at his wife again: "I'll leave it to you at home..."
"Come back safely!" His wife twitched the corners of her mouth, trying to squeeze out a smile, but failed . Tears fell, and Harold turned around, no longer daring to look at his wife's ordinary face.
In the morning, Harold waited for his puppet prosthesis. He once again had hands, and one of his arms could use magic. The battle strength was amazing!
He took a helicopter and arrived at a temporary barracks that night, where many veterans who had returned to serve had gathered.
The whole barracks was very lively, because the reorganization training had not yet started, so the barracks even provided ale. Happy laughter and cheerful voices are everywhere, like a sorority of veterans.
Harold walked down the narrow barracks road as he surveyed those who considered returning to the battlefield a lucky trip.
"The medal for participating in the Battle of Dragon City! You are awesome! You are a senior!" A man with a puppet prosthetic leg on his left foot recognized the medal on Harold's chest with a look of envy.
The veterans standing beside the man all looked over subconsciously, and the medals on some of them also surprised Harold.
He thought that a medal for participating in the battle of Dragon City would be enough to make him stand out from the crowd, but what he didn't expect was that he could actually see high-level goods like the Golden Eagle Medal here. !
That's a real thing, the future of a desperate fight back on the battlefield! It stands to reason that the owner of such a medal, even if he is wounded and discharged from the army, should have an excellent position.
But this man with the Golden Eagle Medal had a disapproving expression on his face, as if the medal was nothing to him at all.
Then, Harold saw the Silver Eagle Medal, the Holy Demon War Zone Service Medal, the Stand Up Medal, the Killing Medal...
He also saw the first batch of service medals , The second batch of service medals... And he himself is carrying the third batch of service medals.
This seems to be a medal museum. Every veteran has a variety of medals and a proud expression on his face.
Of course, along with these medals, there are puppet prostheses for the left arm, puppet prostheses for the right arm, puppet prostheses for the left leg, and puppet prostheses for the right leg.
Some people have fake left eyes, and some people have fake right eyes - in addition to being a medal museum, this is also a prosthetic exhibition hall.
Harold raised his prosthetic arm uncomfortably. On that very flexible hand, five fingers moved regularly with his thoughts.
"Brother! Do you know what our unit is called?" A familiar veteran walked to Harold's side and asked with a smile.
"I just came to report, and I don't know the unit's number and name..." Harold replied with some restraint.
"We call the space infantry here! The infantry flying in the sky! hahaha!" The old soldier, holding a glass of beer, shouted heartily to the person next to him.
"Hahaha!" As if hearing a joke, several veterans laughed together.
The joke may not be that great, but people here need to vent, their joy back at the barracks.
"Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a disabled company." Harold said casually, shrugged.
Suddenly, the happy laughter and cheerful voices around him stopped, and everyone who heard it looked towards Harold.
Just when the atmosphere was about to become awkward, the veteran holding a beer on a prosthetic arm who was holding Harold suddenly raised his glass: "hahahaha! To the disabled company!"
"Haha!" Everyone continued to laughed heartily, as if they had heard some particularly funny joke.
Harold grinned too—this was where he was familiar, where he belonged...
(end of chapter)