Chapter 259 Flowers

Shaking the document in his hand, Charade saw a smile on the old commissar's face, "This is what I learned in the Krieg Corps, helping them communicate better with others. We can be said to be the only popular guys in this pile of dead people."

"It's incredible."

Charade took the document from the old commissar and roughly looked through the contents.

It can be said that there is all kinds of information, about the communication between the Corps and civilians, the Corps and other Imperial Guards, the Corps and the fleet, and even the communication between the Mechanicus.

"The easiest ones here are the Mechanicus. They are just as ruthless, but in a different direction from the Kriegs. But compared to others, they seem particularly 'approachable'."

"This... is not funny."

"Hahaha." The old commissar smiled lightly, not paying attention to Charade's embarrassed face, "You have to learn to find joy in adversity, kid. Otherwise, how long can you last in this place? Sooner or later, you will become autistic."

"If it really happens, I would rather die on the way to the charge."

The old commissar clapped his hands lightly, "Very good, with this awareness, at least you won't be shot by the Kriegs who are unwilling to retreat."

A violent cough came from Charade's throat, and he looked at the old commissar in disbelief, "So what I heard is true? They will really shoot the commissars who try to make them retreat temporarily?"

"Yes, and they will do it quickly and steadily. I promise you will never feel any pain."

Charade's face was bitter. He finally understood the expressions of those teachers who looked at him as if he were dead when he left Zhongsi Academy.

"But. There are exceptions."

"Exceptions?"

"It's me. I successfully dissuaded the legion I served from making many death charges, and I was not shot."

Swallowing his saliva, Charade was curious about the old political commissar's words, and also had a new understanding of his legend.

"How did you do it? Can you teach me?"

At this point, the old political commissar's cheerful face became sad and heavy. He drank the already warm water in the cup in big gulps and sighed.

"Those soldiers, or those children. Do you know what their faces look like under the masks?"

"Me." Charade thought about it carefully and found that he had never seen anything other than gas masks and gas masks with metal skull plates.

The old political commissar looked at Charade shaking his head in confusion and sighed, 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 Penal Corps than I have killed in the battlefield."

"Those soldiers all look experienced. Of course, except for the war against the bugs on the planet Komodor, which forced us to mobilize, I have never seen any young faces. Most of them are strong middle-aged people."

"But I was lucky enough to see the faces of those soldiers under their masks once. At that time, I was following a quartermaster to clean up the battlefield. He took off everything from all the dead soldiers with ease."

"Clothes, weapons, shovels, masks, they had no personal belongings except the weapons and equipment they were issued."

"It was at that time that I saw the Krieg people under the masks."

The old political commissar was so emotional. He raised his head and leaned back in his chair. It was rare to see such a look among the strict political commissars.

"Those people are too young, you know? Too young. Not just one, almost all of them are that young, their faces look immature and serious."

"Any one of them can be called grandpa."

Charad listened to the old commissar's memories and interrupted his thoughts, "So this is the reason? You sympathize with these... kids?"

"Yes... but no, I was just feeling emotional at that time." The old commissar shook his head, "I have seen child soldiers younger than them, but it is the first time I have seen a legion of such a scale."

"What really touched me was the battle on the garden world of Mavis III. Those children who wanted to die may have seen the garden world for the first time. To be honest, the land washed by artillery fire is not beautiful, but once you go to the home planet of the Kriegs, you will know that all the battlefields you have experienced 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 talk, let alone talk about their hometown.

"Very bad, really terrible." The old political commissar shook his head, indicating that he didn't really want to talk about the story of the Krieg people's hometown, but he still briefly described it in accordance with his duty to explain to the younger generation.

"If there is really a hell, it is a place where you have to learn no matter where it is."

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Charade found it hard to imagine what kind of world there was.

The old political commissar was probably a little thirsty because he had said a lot, so he went to get another glass of water, and then turned his back to Charade and continued to talk about what he saw in the garden world of Mavis No. 3.

"I saw the shock of those dead children. This is the first time I have seen these soldiers who don't care about anything except death stunned."

"Some of them reached out their hands without any orders and tried to touch the flowers that were covered with dust and not yet dead."

"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 by himself! 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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