Chapter 182 "Corporate Warrior" (98) Various battlefield conditions

Lynch's Notepad

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At night, all the wounded soldiers, including me, were carried to a cleared safe area.

The Tal'darin sniper's bullet penetrated above the collarbone and passed through the back. Although it did not damage any organs, it still tore open the skin and flesh.

Much later, I woke up from the pain.

The anesthetic had worn off, and big beads of sweat rolled down, soaking the sheets.

The place where I was shot was burning and painful, as if someone had spilled alcohol on it.

It was dark all around, and I heard many wounded people wailing next to me. I also wanted to vent.

But I can't do that, I can't embarrass Spartan Company,

Unknowingly, I have firmly tied my honor and disgrace to this collective flag.

I am no longer a stupid mule who has to be driven by a whip before I am willing to work, but I am willing to endure hardship for the sake of the collective.

Sharing weal and woe, I think, this may be the effect that military academy instructors have been pursuing.

I gritted my teeth and endured the pain for half the night without saying a word.

I told myself that I must act like a pure man,

The soldiers of Spartan Company will not cry because of this little pain.

Perhaps it was because of the high fever that I began to think wildly and my memories became a little confused.

When I was a boy, I dreamed of becoming a football star, scoring touchdowns, and having the whole audience cheer for me. Later, my dream was shattered.

I became mature, numb...at a loss.

After these days of fighting, I have vaguely seen the dawn, which is not a dream, but a way forward.

I think, I——

Marcus Lynch,

Citizens of the Federation of Terra,

The son of a poor miner,

I belong here,

Belonging to the federal army,

In the military camp, no one would laugh at me because of my face or my origins.

Brothers encourage and support each other, and stay with each other through life and death.

I have an idea. After the war, instead of taking the recovery money and going home to work like most people do,

I...want to go to military academy, just like my company commander Johnny Blazer,

Be a professional soldier.

Soon, the pain subsided, the fever subsided, and I became sober.

After catching up on my sleep, as I write these words, I confirm that my thoughts were not random thoughts last night.

Where can an ugly guy like me, who is not loved by anyone, go except to the military family?

I decided to do just that until I could provide for my mother until she died, and earn enough as a dowry for my sister.

I fought desperately like Johnny, dying on the battlefield as a veteran, dying for the benefit of mankind.

Until then, I will have a resting place on the green lawn of the cemetery, with my coffin draped in the Terran Confederacy flag,

An officer saluted my tombstone, a guard of honor in uniform fired a gun for me, and my comrades blew out the lights for me.

There will definitely be girls who will shed tears of sympathy for the war heroes,

By then, origin and appearance will become unimportant.

What scenery, how heroic, simply perfect!

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The injury healed quickly and the journey continued.

The military doctor told me that our video became popular, with more than 100 million likes, and the video publisher, media websites, and advertising companies all made a lot of money.

I have never experienced this before. It feels good to be an Internet celebrity. There are always nurses coming to us to sign autographs.

This made Johnny, an old pervert, very happy. He secretly looked into people's collars while signing autographs. What a shameful guy.

By the way, the guy who took the video of us fighting in the forest,

Rogers, the war correspondent, actually won the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism and became a top celebrity in journalism.

What's annoying is that in order to win the award, this little bastard actually left without saying a word and went back to his news company headquarters to get promoted.

In the end, our client didn’t even get a single penny from the video’s huge advertising bonus, and not even a single phone call.

Mad Dog Johnny was so angry that he yelled:

"Rogers! This little son of a bitch, when I get back, I have to pull her out of the office and kick her fat ass!"

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The war is going smoothly,

The 104th Division is located at the northern end of the pincer offensive. Now we are about to encircle and join forces with Army Group South.

As we gradually approached the Tal'darim capital, the resistance we encountered became increasingly fierce.

At night, the enemy seized every opportunity to launch a surprise attack, emerging from underground tunnels to hunt down lone warriors.

Another old classmate of Johnny's, the quiet and talented Second Lieutenant Griffin, was brutally murdered.

This handsome guy wearing glasses was killed when he went out to urinate at night. The process was extremely cruel.

When we arrived, the murderer had already escaped.

Lieutenant Griffin's dick and two balls were cut off by the Tal'darin's serrated dagger, and that wasn't the end of it.

The murderer peeled off the scalp, sawed off the skull, placed Griffin's penis and balls on the brain tissue, and sprinkled a few pink petals as decoration.

A leaf was left next to it, with crooked human characters written on it:

"This is what happens to invaders, go home, you Terran human bastards!"

This time, Johnny was really mad. He was furious and cursed non-stop.

In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, the company commander ordered us not to go out alone to go to the toilet, and to eat, drink and have sex within the fire cover area.

This is good, the number of victims has not decreased, but the sanitary conditions have become worse.

Every time we set up camp, there was a stench, and small alien flying insects that looked like flies were flying all over the sky, buzzing and annoying.

So far, 35 unknown infectious diseases have spread among the troops, and the speed of vaccine development cannot keep up with the discovery of new viruses.

Panic began to spread,

Perhaps, before the enemy's cold shots can kill me, I must first be killed by the infectious disease in the hot and humid jungle.

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Today we have a savior,

It's a pity that he is not a hero of mankind, but a traitor of the enemy.

Even among the Tal'darin people who fanatically believe in primitive religion, a considerable number of them are greedy for life and afraid of death.

These Tal'darin traitors feel that it is foolish to resist the powerful human legion. It will only cause family members and children to be buried together. It is better to take the initiative to serve the human legion and maybe they can survive after the war and get a job.

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The command headquarters calls these surrendered locals "tour guides" and fully welcomes them.

Providing food and shelter to their families, and even promising post-war positions, allowed them to serve the human legions wholeheartedly.

The "tour guide" we were assigned in a row is named Tata Ku Kalaluru Bangalore.

A typical Tal'darin male name, pronounced in a short and powerful manner.

Because this man was carrying a green indigenous shield with a fluffy pendant, it seemed that his wife had made it for him to pray for.
To be continued...