Chương 38: I Don’t Want to be a Hero
Biên tập viên: Geoffrey_
Zhou Zhi Sen shook his head, saying, “Not yet! But this no longer that important. We have just received information that the enemy’s newly assembled space fleets have started to attack our fleets. The aircraft carrier battle group that was supporting the ground battles had been forced to leave the battle and regroup with our fleets. As the enemy took full advantage of this gap period to attack with their fighter aircrafts while simultaneously regrouping, they managed to take over Banfoli Mountain Pass and threaten the logistic channel to our rear. Forward command has given orders for all soldiers to return. If no accidents happen, then the war will return to its original stalemate condition, as both sides are currently occupying parts of each other’s combat routes. I feel reluctant to say this, but it seems that a huge battle will be erupting soon. Oh yes, the soldiers who occupied the Banfoli Mountain Pass are from the Myth Legion. We have one aviation battalion and two divisions’ worth of military power defending against their advance. However, despite this, it was all futile. Judging from the enemy’s reactions, regardless of how we see this, your deductions are all accurate.”
Seeing Tian Xing Jian’s tense frown, Zhou Zhi Sen laughed. “Fortunately, we have at least ignited this bomb, preventing them from blowing it up in our key positions. Right now, it only resulted in us receiving some injuries on our limbs, so I can say it’s a victory for us. At the very least, the divisions moving out will not face the danger of being isolated.”
Tian Xing Jian frowned as he contemplated for a moment. “I have always felt that deductions are not holistic and the enemy could always take a backdoor or a short-cut. Now that it has happened, I had not considered that the enemy would have long ago driven the battle to this point. Even if their plan failed, they can still take the advantage against the Federation.”
Zhou Zhi Sen had a habit of waving his hand as he laughingly said, “You are merely a vice company commander of the special scouts company. It’s truly praiseworthy for you to reach this standard. If we had not seen your deduction at the last minute, the Federation might have even incurred an unexpected loss. Furthermore, your opponent has experience that is much richer than yours by a thousand times. Very soon, you will be in contact with him. This time, regardless of how we see it, you are considered to be a true hero of the Federation and should be awarded and protected. It is not appropriate for you to go to the front lines anymore. The forward command has decided to assign you to the combat planning team as a staff officer. These two staff officers came especially to bring you back to Jialipalan.”
Seated by Tian Xing Jian, the colonel staff officer took out an appointment letter with a smile. “This is my very first official meeting with you. I am from the combat division and the director of the 2nd Research Unit, Compton. First Lieutenant Tian, we’ll be work partners in the future. Welcome.”
Fatty shook his hand blankly. After receiving the appointment letter, he opened it and took a look. What was written inside was very simple: Appointed under the direct subordinate to Aviation Squadron 16th Armored Division, First Lieutenant Tian Xing Jian of the Special Scouts Battalion will be assigned to the Miracolo Ground Resistance Army, subordinate to the Forward Command Department, Combat Planning Division as a staff officer. His previous assignment will immediately be terminated. Behind the letter was stamped with the sigil of forward command along with the current date.
Fatty flipped through the appointment letter a few times. Not even a month had passed since he was assigned to the special scouts company and had gone out on a mission, yet he has already been reassigned to the combat department to become a staff officer. This was truly bizarre.
He pondered in his heart, “Previously, after becoming a hero, I was assigned to the front lines under the glorified pretense of imparting my experiences to others. I’ve almost died from this mission, and now that I’ve became a hero, I’ll be assigned back there again. By tossing me here and there, what do they think this father is? An omnipotent god? Saying that I should be protected is merely for the fact that they are afraid there would be a hiccup with their new hero, causing a stain on the media. I wonder... if I become a hero in the future, where will I be assigned then? With the pretense of telling me that I am a hero, that I should naturally sacrifice my life for the Federation and all the citizens watching, despite the dangers, they would tell me ‘you will be going there’!”
The probability of such a thing happening is quite huge. With his self-declared superhuman logical thinking, Fatty immediately made a decision—he would henceforth pretend to be dead, so that he could no longer become a hero. Whoever loved this hero would have this hero assigned to their division. Whatever the reason, it seemed that this fatty would be retiring in the combat department.
At the moment when he left, Fatty used an extremely earnest expression to ask for a request from Division Commander Zhou Zhi Shen—he did not want to participate in any media-related activities and also requested for the forward command department to consider keeping his name a secret. It was fine even if he did not receive any rewards for his effort. The reason he gave was that he did not want to become a hero, and neither did he want to become a target which the journalists chased after; everything he had done was simply his responsibility as a soldier for the Federation.
Zhou Zhi Sen had a puzzled expression as he looked at Fatty. He was baffled and pleased at the same time with the requests. “If required, cooperating with the media is also part of your mission. However, since you have explicitly requested for this, I’ll tell that to the forward command.” Laughing, he patted Fatty’s shoulders. “Very good! It seems that you truly understand the culture of the east. Succeeding yet not returning, becoming a husband but not bounded to home. Where it is is where you will go [1].”
This wretched person, who was not cultured, walked out the door with a fog in his mind regarding the last sentence. What success? Go where? [2]
As the opposing fleets were having an intense battle outside Miracolo Planet, the medium-sized transport ships had no way of leaving the atmospheric layer. Instead, under the protection of the fighter aircrafts, they proceeded through the recently-opened air channel, all the way until they reached Cato City’s military airport.
The highest Supreme Headquarters and the President’s Office would of course not forgo this perfect opportunity to spread propaganda. They held an enthusiastic and touching welcome ceremony, causing almost all the journalists on Miracolo Planet to start acting. The military had even used their website to advertise this ceremony organized by the Federation.
Fatty, who had slipped away through the safeguarded door of the transport ship, did not see the scene of the citizens welcoming them. He was currently looking at the Federation’s 《Freedom Newspaper》, which had an article:
<The airport has already been filled with the soldiers and citizens who received the news. Under the protection of countless fighter aircrafts, the transport ships slowly descended. Several families who have received their members—the local soldiers of Miracolo—could not help but cry bitterly. This emotional sensation spread out as many others teared at the sight. These Federation soldiers have experienced so much suffering, but now, they are finally back!>
When Colonel Peter, the highest ranked soldier among the group of prisoners-of-war and the first person to exit from the transport ship’s entrance, walked out, the crowd roared out with cheers that reverberated in the universe. They were in tears as they shouted out the names of people they knew amongst the Federation soldiers who were captured. The entire scene was truly very emotional.
On the makeshift information panel was the relevant information of all the soldiers that were rescued. Every single one of the soldiers that appeared at the ship’s entrance would receive a cheer as if they were heroes that returned.
That’s right, they were truly the heroes of the Federation! These Federation soldiers had fought for Miracolo Planet, for the freedom of the Federation, and for the glory of their nation!
They truly deserved to be called heroes!
Standing in a phalanx formation, the friends of the returning soldiers stood there quietly. As strong as they were, most of them had their eyes turn red from the scene.
They said to the journalists how they lived for the honor of the nation and how proud they were of the Federation Army for doing their best to rescue the prisoners-of-war. They believed that the Federation would never abandon any of the children she loved. Likewise, the soldiers and officers of the Federation would protect them till the very end.
Tian Xing Jian sighed before placing down the newspaper. Looking outside the windows of the transport ship flying towards Jialipalan, he was lost in thought.
To the Federation, saving these prisoners-of-war, who had been used as test experiments successfully, was more important than winning a large battle. To this nation, treasuring all lives and freedom was one of their most important traditions. The majority of the citizens loved peace and treasured life; they respected every person by their sides.
Tian Xing Jian seemingly saw that face of Ali, who tried his best to garner his favor—the dazed face that became pale and numb following the sound of a gunshot.
Resounding by his ears was the voice of Thoriko: Even if we die, we must never let this damned nation become our conqueror!
[1] Kind of having a meaning of not letting success get into one’s head, nor claiming the credits for it. Instead, one just treated it indifferently and continued on with his journey of life.
[2] He had not really understood the idiom given from previously.
Chương 39: Fatty has Stood Up
Biên tập viên: Geoffrey_
Tian Xing Jian felt kind of hurt, but for whom? Was it Ali? Thoriko? He had no answer to that.
That morning when he bade farewell to his comrades from the first company, those who hated to part with Tian Xing Jian the most were naturally those from the Second Platoon, First Section who had gone on a road of slaughter with him. They were brothers who lived and died together and had a brotherhood formed from blood and fire.
They truly admired this vice company commander’s methods, so much so that they would even prostrate in admiration.
Especially Thoriko, who had shared the heartfelt feelings of his first ancestors all the way to himself to the fatty.
Thoriko was of the Ma Ke race, an ethnic group ranked at the very last. Their technology and cultural standards were extremely backward; even within the Federation, there were still people who called them lower class people.
Thoriko said, “I hated all of them! If someone dares to call me a person of the lower class, I’ll immediately give him two punches.”
However, there was only a minuscule number of people who thought like him in the Federation. He felt grievous for those from his race that had been born in the Gyaca Woods Empire. Killing Ali had induced an indescribable feeling from within.
Their race had experienced too much suffering. He truly wanted all of this to end, but he was merely a platoon commander of the special scouts company.
The special scouts were warriors who placed their brains on their waists. Thoriko did not truly know when he would die. He hated to part with Tian Xing Jian, someone who shared life and death woes with him. However, as Tian Xing Jian had been assigned to the combat planning department, Tian Xing Jian could possibly have the means to realize his wish.
At that moment when they parted, Thoriko’s eyes were quite red. “Vice Company Commander, if you weren’t with us on this trip, I think that our section would have lost all our lives there, let alone the prisoners-of-war. I know you are truly capable, so fight on! Let’s chase those nations who dare to discriminate against those from the weak and small ethnic groups out of the Federation’s soil!”
Once the small-sized transport ship descended in Jialipalan’s military institute’s training airport, Fatty finally broke out of his trance. Seeing this place which he had left less than a month ago, it felt as if it had been ages. Thoriko’s words kept resounding within his mind, and only after a long period of time did he finally bitterly say to himself, “Why am I thinking so much? I’m merely a Battle Mecha engineer that has been assigned here and there.”
Mei Duo and Ni Ya, who were seated in the same transport ship, had been requested time after time to stay together with the other ex-captives; hence, after arriving, they were requested to wait in the Capital Jialipalan for the transit flight.
The capital had already prepared an even more majestic welcome ceremony. Within the next few months, their main job would be to spread propaganda.
Their future had most likely been confirmed. This group of prisoners-of-war would never return to their original combat unit. Instead, they would be assigned to the respective rear logististics department as they live and work in a much safer environment.
Under the lead of Colonel Compton, Tian Xing Jian first reported to the combat department’s officer administrative office to fill in the relevant forms.
This first lieutenant’s combat plans had actually attracted the attention of many. After arranging a place for him to stay, Tian Xing Jian had obtained a three-day holiday, as the exact combat department research unit he was assigned to had not been confirmed.
Still, the officer administrative office’s pretty female secretary reminded him that the general of the forward command, General Bernadotte, would come and find him at any moment after he has finished with his work, thus Tian Xing Jian should remain in the military institute for the time being.
Temporarily out of work, the very first place which Fatty wanted to go to was naturally the research laboratory.
If not for Boswell, Milan, and the support of everyone from the research lab, Fatty would not have been able to survive. [Logic]’s transformation capabilities had been an important factor during this mission.
Furthermore, Fatty had thought of many different ideas for Battle Mechas after experiencing actual combat, particularly the object on that [Antenna]. If he could somehow fix that object onto [Logic], then that would mean an increase of the Battle Mecha’s comprehensive abilities by two grades.
Furthermore, there was also the ion-blade used by [King Kong] that had almost ended Fatty’s life. This experience taught him a lesson: in any close-combat battles, a good weapon could be the crux leading to victory.
Let’s not talk about Battle Mechas. Even if it was an ordinary, frail-looking person randomly swinging two knives, a muscular person would have to think twice before fighting him empty-handed in close-combat.
Fatty could not help but feel anxious the moment he thought about this.
Following the internal call to the research lab, Fatty waited by the elevator for someone to come receive him.
After a moment, a slender figure appeared in front of him; it was Milan.
This beautiful woman who had spent long periods to tyrannically abuse others immediately grabbed hold of Fatty’s ears the moment she saw him. “Wonderful! Fatty, you have truly become capable. This lady has just received a phone call from Ni Ya, and just as we were talking about you to settle some matters, you actually sent yourself here! Come, follow me in!”
Pulling Fatty by the ear, they descended in the elevator all the way until the entrance of the research lab’s decontamination room. She had only let go because Fatty had to first clean himself. Fatty’s ear had turned red from being pulled so hard, giving him a sensation of burning pain.
The submissive Fatty cleaned himself before being led by the ear once again into the research lab.
Entering the lab, the entire hall exploded in a burst of roaring laughter. This fatty, who did not have any manliness, turned red from the scene.
He still did not dare to go against Milan’s violence, thus he could only droop his head downwards as he followed Milan into her private research lab, just like a pig being led by the ear by a butcher.
The moment they entered, the researcher who was raging with violence, Milan, took out a miniature energy submachine gun and pointed it at Fatty as she hooted, “Don’t think that I have no more weapons with me after I gave you that Mauser Pistol. The shots from this gun are even more painful than the other one. Do you believe it? How did you bully Ni Ya!? Come clean and tell me the truth! Otherwise, don’t think of leaving through this door today, Fatty!”
Fatty was completely depressed. This beautiful yet crazy and violent woman would definitely do what she had just said. However, he truly did not know what Ni Ya had told her. No matter how hard he thought, Fatty, who felt wronged, could not understand when exactly he had offended that slender waist enchantress.
Seeing how Milan was about to pull the trigger of the gun, Fatty immediately took this time and told her whatever he could, even the words said to him by Mei Duo and Ni Ya, so as to prove his innocence.
Who knew that the moment he finished speaking, Milan showed a strange expression as she shouted, “Damned Fatty, with your appearance, you even dare to stand on two boats with one foot [1]? I’ll eradicate a deranged person like you today for our people!”
With the sound of a gunshot, an energy bullet brushed by Fatty’s body before creating a hole on the wall behind him.
Fatty hurriedly said, “You should listen to my explanation…”
Before his sentence even ended, several consecutive sounds echoed out with one shot landing before the foot of Fatty.
The fatty started quivering in rage. This woman truly did not know what being logical meant. This father will try his luck today.
With a flash, he appeared in front of Milan and kicked the miniature energy submachine gun in her hand. Extending his hand, he immediately grabbed her chest as he pushed her down onto the floor and leapt on top of her body.
When the muddle-headed Fatty was fired up, he brought his palm and gave Milan a firm slap on her butt! This person who was not willing to be enslaved by others had finally stood up for himself today!
[1] Two timing
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