After the Krieg soldiers evacuated by transport plane, only the soldiers of the 8th Cadian Regiment were left in the Fortress of Faith, which made them feel a lot more relaxed, because many Cadian people were already complaining about the group of living dead. Being together makes me feel uncomfortable.
It happened that the heavy rain stopped, and Creed immediately arranged for the soldiers to clean up the fortress. First, he barely repaired the collapsed protective wall, and at least blocked the gap with piles of rubble. He would only arrange for two companies to be deployed as sentries in the protective wall. There are several observation posts outside the wall and fortress. As for the regiment's large vehicles, they are parked at the bottom of the mountain. Anyway, you can have a clear view from the top of the mountain.
After that, he ordered the soldiers to remove the roofs of those crumbling buildings, leaving only the walls, and then covered the roofs with tarpaulins. A relatively safe residence was ready. The same was true for the main castle, and the dangerous parts were directly demolished. Only the safe parts were removed, and the underground parts of the fortress were also checked to ensure that there were no secret passages.
After that, the soldiers of the 8th Cadian Regiment stationed themselves in the fortress that they had breached.
The soldiers first paid tribute to their fallen comrades. Their bodies had been taken away by transport planes along with the wounded soldiers. In the future, they would be sent to the tomb world of the National Religion together with other fallen soldiers, and the nameplates would be taken back to their hometown.
Then came a rare moment of relaxation after the war.
After checking the sentry, Creed walked in from the main entrance of the fortress. As soon as he entered, he saw several Cadian soldiers eating relatively fresh fruits and drinks with the help of a lit bonfire.
They were talking and laughing as they used their bayonets to open a wooden crate. One of the soldiers brought a plate from nowhere. The person responsible for cutting cut the fruit into small pieces and put it on the plate and served it to the laughing people who were celebrating. The victorious ones share the food among themselves.
Because there was not enough accommodation, many tents were set up in the open space of the fortress. Between the tents, you could see lit bonfires and soldiers having meals.
Creed had to lament that this expedition was indeed the most logistically efficient war he had ever participated in. Not only was there no shortage of ammunition and equipment, the soldiers even had extra backups of underwear and socks, and there were even regular supplies of fresh fruits and vegetables. , this is very rare, even in Cadian, fresh plant food is relatively expensive.
Creed raised his head as he walked. The smoke from the bonfire slowly moved across the damaged roof, and the stars gradually lost their luster, seeming to become cold dots in the cold sky.
He gradually slowed down, enjoying the hard-won peace.
The sound of laughter and singing in the distance spread to his ears along the air. Creed smiled slightly and listened to the soldiers singing the victory song together with their tone-deaf voices. He could distinguish this song from the noise. I can clearly distinguish each person's voice.
Some people even replaced the elegant words in the original lyrics with other words. Although it didn't rhyme at all, they still sang it correctly. As a result, as they sang, the lyrics became a bit obscene.
Creed raised his head and looked at the sky again, and his vision vaguely captured the "stars" that landed from orbit. He guessed that they were the flash of landing ships, or that their huge hulls reflected the light of distant stars.
The flashing warning lights on the landing ship's hull reminded him of the countless constellations, but he could never connect the stars to look at them as constellations.
People always connect the stars to form constellations. Some see them as warriors, bulls, and others as crowns or other abstract figures, but he is always confused about the positions of the stars.
Some say that Cadian people become unable to distinguish between reality and fiction by gazing into the Eye of Terror for too long.
Creed never thought so, the Cadian eyes were sharper and could see the truth better than anyone else.
For example, at this moment, he could see the warning lights dotted on the hull of the landing ship, but he still couldn't imagine what those battleships looked like, or see the wonder inside from the arrangement and combination of the warning lights.
As the altitude gradually decreased, the landing ships were like meteors. The dark hulls streaked across the dark night sky, and along with the wake of countless tail nozzles, they quickly passed over the gleaming horizon.
The war there is still going on, and I don't know how many lives are being lost in this cold night.
A gust of cold wind blew by. Creed buttoned up his coat and quickly walked across the stone road, his boots making slipping sounds.
The soldiers surrounding the campfire looked up and saw a figure walking out of the hazy darkness.
"The leader is here!"
one yelled, and Creed smiled.
"Come and eat with us, sir."
The soldier who yelled first said that as he wiped the soup stained hands with his military uniform.
"Everyone wants to have a drink or two with you."
"Three drinks!"
"Or have ten or even nine drinks!"
Creed nodded to express his gratitude. In fact, what everyone drinks is not wine, and the logistics will not provide wine on the battlefield. It is just an alcoholic beverage, but some soldiers with special techniques will use it to process it. After secondary fermentation, it turned into real wine, but since the alcohol content was not high, Creed did not want to disappoint everyone.
"I'll be right away. Open a bucket for me first."
The soldiers laughed, and soon they resumed drinking.
Just as Creed was walking through the crowd, one of the soldiers cut a green melon-like thing and gave a piece to Creed.
"Then try this, it's very fresh and very delicious."
Creed looked at the thing. If he remembered correctly, it should be some kind of vegetable, probably stolen from the kitchen by these guys.
He took the melon and took a big bite. His mouth was instantly filled with a fresh taste, plump and juicy, with a little bit of astringency.
"Let the kitchen cook it properly next time before you eat it."
After eating, Creed waved his hands to express his gratitude to the soldiers.
Although it was a melon that was relatively unripe, the fresh plant still filled his mouth with sweetness. Creed smiled like a child. He was very happy that everyone could eat good food after the bloody battle.
When he walked towards the temporary kitchen in the main castle, a figure appeared in the illuminated corridor in the distance, holding a steak in his hand and chewing it.
Creed immediately recognized the huge silhouette in the darkness.
"Jialan, you are stealing again."
As soon as the other party heard the sound, he immediately clumsily tried to throw away the remaining steak and prepared to salute.
"Eat everything, don't waste it."
Jia Lan smiled honestly and continued eating the steak.
