Chapter 1283 Comeback

"Stand up, soldier!"

He shivered and got up quickly. Under the impossibly bright sunlight, he could barely see a figure. The other party kicked him with great strength and skill, which only made him fall but did not cause any substantial damage. After he fell, he stood up immediately, otherwise it would not be a matter of being kicked again.

Only then did he see clearly his instructor, a captain who was over fifty years old. The potential is limited, but the experience is rich, has been to a chaotic battlefield and survived. For a character like this, there is no hope of promotion, but it is more than enough to lead recruits.

Including him, there are about thirty other soldiers here. They are all fresh recruits who have completed three months of regular training. Today, they went to the surface for actual combat practice, and the leader of the team was naturally their instructor, the old captain Mech.

"Listen, the rest time is over. Now move all of you, and you must arrive at the designated place before sunset. Advance all the way, and the weaklings who are left behind don't have to come back. Go home and take the children by yourself. It suits you." The captain sputtered, reflecting the bright and fiery sun on the ground.

After briefly checking his equipment, he and his colleagues set out on the road. They hiked that day and arrived in a small town before sunset. This town is their actual battlefield. The residents of the town have long since left, and now the town is occupied by an armed mob. Intelligence shows that this armed group has about 30 people and possesses weapons such as rifles and infantry missiles. Regardless of the number or equipment, it is similar to this recruit team.

The difference is that one side is the mob on the surface, and the other side is the well-trained federal army.

As night fell, the captain gave the order to attack, and the town was quickly illuminated with gunfire and bombs.

The battle went smoothly. It took more than an hour for his army to annihilate the mob group, but it also cost five lives. He and a dozen others were wounded, but when the medical soldiers accompanying the army took out a bullet from his arm, instead of frowning, he smiled happily.

Dinner was held in the town. Even though he was injured, he was still in good spirits, and even sang the song of dawn with other soldiers around the campfire. At this moment, the instructor came over, looked at them and said, "You have done a good job, but don't be complacent. You are still injured in this level of battle, which means that you have not trained enough. Start increasing the amount of training tomorrow!"

The recruits were all crying.

But the captain said again: "But tonight, you can have a good time. I just brought a few bottles of wine, which is cheap for you guys."

After three months in the army, it was the first time he saw the instructor laughing. Originally, he thought the captain was a rigid old man, but tonight he changed his mind.

Mech drank and chatted with them, and left Babylon's military base. It seemed that even the captain felt a lot easier.

"Sir, I heard that you have been to the chaotic battlefield. It must be very exciting, right?" A soldier asked with longing.

Mech scolded and said: "Stimulating fart, do you think I want to go? When I was young, the environment on the surface of the earth was worse than it is now. At that time, I almost had nothing to eat. I went to sign up, and then I joined the army. I thought it would be good to transfer to the surface defense army to make a living, but I didn’t expect to be transferred to the chaotic battlefield just because of the federal expedition.”

"I don't want to go to that kind of place again."

The old captain took a sip of wine and asked, "What about you, why do you want to be a soldier?"

So the soldiers gave all sorts of reasons, and finally Mech asked him, he was the most taciturn of the recruits. But if you ask Mech, he is willing to share his original intention with the instructor.

"I want to change the world." He said: "Why are the resources of the Federation only in the hands of a limited number of people? Why do the people on the surface go hungry, but the children of the nobles have bread and milk? Even they have more food I can't finish it, and I just throw it away like garbage. It's so unfair, I want to change it, change the world!"

The captain looked at him in surprise, his expression obviously did not expect such a dull guy to have such a big ideal in his heart. After a long while, the captain patted him on the shoulder and said: "Your idea is good, but I want to tell you, kid. Soldiers can't change this. We are just a pawn, and no matter how big or small the military rank is, we can't change this fact. The only difference is the location."

"But no matter where it is, a chess piece is a chess piece. A chess piece can't change the board, only the hand that plays the chess can do it." Mech looked at him and said, "If you want to change the world, then try to be a chess player." That hand that plays chess, go be President of the Federation, boy."

"Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

He answered: "Morbit, sir!"

"Morbit, it sounds like it will be a big name in the future." Mech laughed.

The instructor's words were still in his ears, and he opened his eyes. It turned out to be a dream, maybe a memory. He thought of the years when he first joined the army, and the ambition he had never forgotten. But now, he can't do anything. Because he was immersed in the vitamin base solution of a biochemical tank, because there were twenty-four catheters inserted into his body. Twenty of them are used to deliver nutrient solution to him at regular intervals, and the other four are used to deliver tranquilizers and new drugs to suppress the source of force.

He is now like a stranded fish with a puddle of water to keep him alive. He couldn't die, but he couldn't return to the sea.

"Let me out!" He slapped the cover of the biochemical tank vigorously, but he knew that all this was futile.

He just wanted to vent, that's all.

While the cover was buzzing, he suddenly saw the lights outside light up, and then a fat figure appeared. He naturally knew this person. Speaking of which, this fat man has many identities. He is the Minister of Finance of the Federation, his best friend, and a senior member of the Hidden Light Society.

He'll be a stranded fish, thanks to the fat man.

And he is still alive, but also thanks to the fat man.

So now he doesn't know how to look at this fat man, this man named Alstair.

Alstair wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, as if he would sweat if he walked a few steps faster like this, but he in the biochemical tank knew that it was just a disguise. In fact, this fat man is a master, an out-and-out master. At this time, the communicator in the tank turned to a green light, and he yelled at the communicator: "Let me out."

He said this sentence countless times in the past days and nights, but the answer he got was always "not yet". Originally, he didn't expect Alstair to change his mind, but this time, the fat man nodded and said, "That's exactly why I came, Morbit, the time has come."

"When you return!"

He began to think that he had heard it wrong, until he saw that Alstair was busy operating on one side of the brain, and the catheters inserted into his body were retracted one by one, including the four catheters for delivering sedatives and depressants. Then the vitamin base solution in the biochemical tank began to be discharged from the water outlet below, and the nozzles around the top sprayed clean water to wash his body. He didn't confirm that all this was true until the cover of the biochemical tank was lowered.

Then he considered whether to punch the fat man first, but in the end he held back.

Alstair looked at him and said embarrassingly, "I thought you would come out and beat me up first."

He nodded: "I really want to, but considering your skill and my state, I want to save this meal for later. So now, tell me why you changed your mind. What do you mean when it's time?"

"It literally means, old friend, your chance to come back has come." Alstair said: "But before that, I suggest you change your clothes and have dinner. I have ordered the kitchen to prepare , we can drink and talk later."

He was silent: "Come back, come back with what identity. Now I am a ghost to outsiders."

"No, only Alan and Vincent will think you are a ghost. But for more people, President Morbit has never left." Alstair said seriously: "So after you come back, of course you are still Morbit .”

"It sounds like something interesting has happened in the Federation recently." He touched his chin and said, "You have to prepare a razor for me. I don't want electronic products."

"Of course I know."

: I owed the "Three Years and Three Years" chapter to the rudder master, and I will pay it back!

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