Chapter 30

Union 333, October 10, 1100

Border Star, Tiger Corps Base

Vien never dared to think that one day he would be afraid of fear like others and other ordinary soldiers, and the reason was just that death was approaching and taking lives - even himself.

He is afraid. Although he used to try his best to avoid or disdain this kind of affection that belongs exclusively to the weak under the rule of survival of the fittest. But now he was once no different from the feeling he imagined and completely used it on him - he knows why. But thinking deeply, he asked himself if he really knew why?

a day ago.

He ended all the warrior's lives and became the cemetery where they finally returned. He stared at the two smiling faces on the tombstone. The two soldier cards tightly held in his hand remind him that life is so fragile that although they are strong, their flesh and blood still have limits - an unbreakable, locked spell.

Many people were present that day. Thirty-two team members, more than 100 logistics personnel, scientific researchers... But not many people seemed to be present, and the silence of no one talking made Wayne think that he was the only one alive.

He is ready to issue orders to let his subordinates die at any time, because his responsibility to the alliance is higher than his responsibility to his own men. But what if it's a meaningless death? He was responsible for the alliance, but death rudely took away his subordinates.

They could have avoided all this, but they let the situation go on.

He tried his best to look away from the tombstone and looked up at the sky. He could no longer stare at them, and his bright smile made him unable to bear to lose his close comrades-in-arms and brothers.

He thought about whether it was worth it or not.

"In the camp within ASC and even within the alliance, he can only be a used pawn, I am also a pawn, and you are also a pawn..." Robert, the rebel leader of Space City, once shouted this sentence to them that was considered crazy.

"Maybe you will be a rebel the next moment! As long as the groups that disobey and do not meet their interests are all rebels!" Kris also pointed to him and said this aggressively.

"You are the real traitors! You secretly plotted to betray us, and you tried to betray the alliance! Although we are rebels, we at least recognize this perfect alliance, but what about you? What do you want to do? Do you think no one knows? The leader of the rebels also said so.

"You don't want to stop the war at all. You are just eradicating dissidents through war and covering up all the truth.

"We will not surrender, and the result will be a death! But from now on, we will fight for the mistakes we have made!"

Now he may understand. He still has responsibility and honor. As Carl said - maintaining the alliance is always their mission.

Commandance has always been the highest criterion for his behavior, and the soldier's vocation is deeply rooted.

But now he begins to measure the correctness of the order with reason and conscience. Reality tells him that the complexity of things is unimaginable. But he at least took the first step. He will not let his subordinates fall into the meaningless death trap set by some people - just for personal gain!

He found Major McLean.

"Shir, I have doubts about the order issued by the headquarters."

McLean looked at him. His black clothes replaced his usual military uniform. There was no joy or anger on his face, but he frowned, and now he has doubts in his heart.

The major thought for a long time before answering: "The results of careful study by the headquarters. Although the sacrifice of two excellent warriors is heartbreaking, but..."

"But it didn't achieve the results it should have." He interrupted the officer's words for the first time, which made him uneasy. "If they accept the surrender, there will be no sacrifice. They can avoid the two brothers who fell from the Tiger Regiment and avoid more soldiers who suffered casualties in the army's decisive battle. Sir, has the headquarters really made the right order?

He questioned. This made McLean's face gloomy. She said in the officer's unique tone, "Pay attention to your words, Lieutenant! Carrying out the orders studied by all commanders has always been the norm of you, even all of us! The headquarters also told that the enemy leader was deliberately delaying at that time.

"No, that's not it." He shook his head, "They have decided to surrender. I can see that their eyes are tired and have no longer the will to resist. 300,000 rebels can surrender properly and accept the trial of the military court!"

"What do you mean?" McLean asked him in a low voice.

"The headquarters is wrong!" He said, his tone became firm. At least some moths have been bred in it. They don't care about the death of the front-line soldiers at all, but they are desperate. But this will only lead to more casualties and make up a lame reason to cover up mistakes--

" Shut up!" She shouted, and everyone around her looked curiously.

"What should I do!" She waved her hand to the people next to her with anger.

"I can understand your loss of feelings." McLean said to Wayne, "But your words and deeds have completely violated the basic principles of being a soldier. You can doubt it, but you must not slander without evidence. The headquarters has their own views and opinions. If everyone wants to get into those words, the war can only turn into a group of shres waving and scolding on the street, like a child's play!"

"Do you understand!" She stared into Wayne's eyes, "I'm sorry for that. Your mental state is a little poor. I will give you a week to slowly adjust. You don't need to perform any tasks these days. You can stroll around the surrounding cities, and the expenses will be reimbursed by military expenses.

"I understand, sir!" He regained his spirits and saluted neatly.

Now, he does understand - Bernie Brown said that there are many people around him who are divided, even the most unlikely to suspect.

He sat by the bedside and thought distressedly.

Who can be trusted?

This problem is difficult, and what a person shows on the surface often can't decide everything. The heart is something that others can never see clearly. But he still has a few days left. The team members in the base are out on missions, and he is the only one left - he can understand, after all, the mood fluctuates too much.

But I'm afraid things won't be that simple.

He was neatly dressed and walked slowly in the barracks. He was thinking about things alone, and unconsciously, he walked to the door of the restaurant. At noon, many officers and soldiers always come here to eat. Due to the small number of people, the Tiger Base is shared with other troops in terms of restaurant allocation.

Vien also followed the crowd. He took the plate and stayed behind the long line, but several soldiers around him gave him a puzzled look. It took him a few seconds later to realize that he looked up and found that this was the soldier's meal area, not the officer's.

But he doesn't mind these. Being able to eat food with little shape changes. For marching food that can only be used to perform tasks outside for a long time and can only suck paste-like high-protein marching food, it is completely beautiful, which can be regarded as a good meal. Unfortunately, the soldiers around him didn't understand. No wonder, these are all new recruits. Where can they experience the real battlefield?

But he met Dr. Hurley in the restaurant.

She held a plate in her hand and avoided the hot young people, looking for a quiet dining environment. But she had been looking for enough time. Wayne followed, bowed his head and knocked on the table beside her, which had been eaten, but were talking about the soldiers.

They immediately stood up and saluted a standard military salute.

Wayne put down his things and returned the salute to these recruits.

Hally sat down with a smile, and Wayne stayed opposite her.

"How about it? Is it easy to have a leisure holiday?"

"It's okay, but without targetedness, I always feel that I lack a lot. Instead, more flashy things are added."

"Hmm." Hurley nodded, "But sometimes moderate relaxation is also a good thing. I know how you feel, and I'm the same as you. These children have been raised since I was a child, but..."

"No more, Doctor." Wayne shook his head, "I can get used to this, which is also the highest honor in exchange for their lives."

"You can't fool me." Holly grabbed his hand on the table and said, "You are confused, and you may also feel that your efforts and your efforts have been completely used in the wrong place, and the facts have begun to distort everything that has been identified."

"But this is just my subjective assumption." Wayne shook his head and said, "I shouldn't doubt the headquarters. They are right. After all, they are different from me. Their task is to win a war, not a small battle led by me. Personal sacrifice is not worth mentioning.

"But..." Holly looked at Wayne, whose face was full of confusion and pain. She has been with him for more than ten years, and she understands what he thinks better than anyone else.

"I really don't want you to continue to suffer." She said gently. She made certain decisions, although it would bring a lot of unpredictable trouble, "You're right."

Vien was stunned. He opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe that the doctor actually said something that agreed with him. His eyes turned around and quickly looked around, "Doctor, these words can't be regarded as a joke. I heard that there is no problem, but others..."

"You're really right." Holly was decisive, "I have enough evidence to doubt all this!"

Helly took him to the office.

"Find a seat at will." Without looking back, she sat on the chair, pulled closer to the table, and operated on the virtual keyboard with both hands. Wayne found a chair and sat next to her.

A few seconds later, a short black-haired, robe-wearing and barefoot suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Carl?" Wayne asked in surprise.

"This is my name." Carl nodded, "But who are you?"

"I'm Wayne, don't you remember?"

Carl shook his head.

"He is not the original Carl." The doctor explained to him, "He is the third generation of Carl. Although he has the same appearance, all... some of his memories have been emptied, except these--"

She opened a document, and Wayne focused on it.

"This is what you gave me at the beginning. Although I handed over the memory to Brigadier General Wei Youguo of the ASC Special Operations Department at that time. But all the files inside were secretly backed up by me and stored in Carl's brain. No one can open it except my instructions.

"Carl, open these files." She said to Carl.

"Wait a minute, madam."

Although Carl has lost his original memory, his style is still the same as that of Carl, who taught them military theory and introduced them to thousands of years of war allusions and the legendary stories of famous generals. Wayne feels familiar. Carl is the smartest artificial intelligence he has ever seen.

"All right." Carl said.

Hally pointed to the documents in front of her and the photos next to her and said, "These are the confidential information brought by Colonel Abe Morgan when he defected to the first planet of Olesta, which records some of what the Military Information Bureau did. Including * killers who violate the ban, the training of airborne soldiers, and even some plans of the Tiger Regiment, etc.

"What did they all do?" Wayne is puzzled.

"Specifically, there are some people in the third military... or most of them are specially controlled by a small number of military personnel or government personnel with special purposes in the alliance." Heli thought about the words, "It's impossible to determine how much it is, but they have passed the plan of some killers who have been sentenced to death, or to train paratroopers to assassinate politicians or officers in remote areas."

Wayne stood up from the chair with an "ah" sound. He really didn't expect that the Military Sec was secretly doing this kind of thing, but looking at the doctor, she seemed to have more secrets.

"But these are not enough to prove everything." Hurley shook his head. "The Military CIA was only a special department used by the emperor more than 200 years ago. They have privileges and have done little to comply with alliance decrees."

"But I found a big problem in the funding plan and consumption... a huge gap." She touched her pocket, took out her glasses and put them on, which made her much more rigorous. "These plans are ostensibly approved by the alliance, but only one-third of the money actually consumed, and the other two-thirds have disappeared inexplicably."

Hali looked up at Wayne. He thought to himself that the embezzlement of such a large amount of money is difficult for individuals or a few people to consume. The only purpose he can think of is to use it for the fair consumption of military expenses - hoarding arms, which is in line with the style of the Military Bureau, and then? Prepare for rebellion!

"But with these alone, it still can't be strong evidence, and it can't even be put on the table." Hurley sighed, "If Abe Morgan had successfully invaded the inside of the Military Information Agency, perhaps those more important information would have been made available to the world."

"What did you infer?" Wayne asked her.

"I'm not sure. I have secretly investigated it, but due to the issue of identity and authority, I can only speculate. She said uncertainly, "There must have been some bad people in the Military Service, especially in the third place."

Vien linked what he knew with what the doctor told him, and only figured out that the people in the three places were not "clean", but still could not prove what they were going to do? For what purpose? The clue was interrupted, and perhaps it was a way to invade the Military Information Service to steal information. But almost no one can do it.

"But another thing has made progress." Holly continued to say to him, "Carl, call out a series of tasks they have performed. I think you know the path I visited last time, right?

"I understand, doctor." Carl's image was dim and disappeared in front of Wayne.

Ten seconds later, he appeared again, "Doctor, here is the sample of the files I found from the Military Information Agency database using your last method."

Vien held his arm and looked at the two people in surprise.

But Holly still didn't agree, as if it was the most common thing to invade the military information agency. She waved to Wayne and asked him to approach.

"Look, here is the follow-up report of more than 30 tasks you have carried out." She turned over and didn't seem to have seen much. "There are some doubts, including the latest action."

"Look here, the rebel leader was ready to surrender to the local coalition army, but the Military CIA immediately issued an emergency order and asked the Blue Team to implement it, and finally assassinated the officer who was about to surrender."

"And here..."

But Wayne didn't hear what she said below, because he saw several records, unbelievable records. After blinking and confirming that he was not dazzled, he pointed to one of them: "Doctor, this man was actually confirmed dead in action."

"What's wrong?"

"But we did capture him alive in that operation!" Wayne said that just a few days ago, he led Helen and Cody to capture an enemy lieutenant general alive, but the records of the Militaryqing ju told them that the target was directly killed in the mission.

Helley stared at this short record and said to Wayne, "Look for it again. Is there anything similar?"

Vien looked through it carefully, with a layer of sweat on his forehead, and finally pointed out four live targets, but the record was recorded with the documents killed on the spot.

"Doctor, what can you think of?" Wayne really doesn't understand this.

"I'm not sure." Holly is also clueless now. "I speculate that after being caught alive, she got some information from the target's mouth. Finally, beware of leaking secrets and can only silence?"

"Maybe." Wayne muttered.

"But that's not what I'm going to tell you." Hurley pulled these materials to the bottom. "Do you see? There are many people who are not rebels but are still the targets of the Tigers, including the boss of a news media, who has been reporting about the rebel war recently."

"Continue reading." Hurley pulled the file to the bottom, "The recipients of this series of tasks are your immediate commander, Major Lillian McLean. Some of them were even issued directly by her without going through the Military CIA or higher levels.

Vien's eyes stayed on the major's name, and he was silent for a long time. But what the doctor gave undoubtedly proves that Lillian McLean was not what he hoped. She even used the Tiger Regiment as a slaughter tool and ordered them to do something that could never be seen.

"But with my ability, I can only go this far and can't continue to investigate." Hurley shook her head at him. "The secret confidentiality measures in the Military Service are very strict. Carl is just one of the changes they didn't expect and happened to find some key loopholes."

Vien restringed what he knew, and the whole idea gradually cleared up. He made a bold assumption: the rebel war is not as clear as it seems, and it is likely to be caused by the intensification of internal conflicts of a group. McLean, who is in charge of the Tigers, was sent by the Military Affairs Bureau to control their unfavorable killing machines - some people do use them with this idea.

What the Tigers have done may have nothing to do with maintaining the peaceful reunification of the alliance, but is just used by some people to eradicate dissidents and serve as a tool to safeguard their rights. To make matters worse, they also promoted the intensification of contradictions in some ways, making the rebellion more uncontrollable.

His heart is full of guilt, anger and pain.

"Thank you, Dr. Hurley. But you have to be careful recently, because if things are really as we expected, they won't care about the death of a few more insiders.

"Well, I understand." Holly's answer was a little perfunctory. No one could guarantee whether she would continue to do so.

Vien left here in a complicated mood. He will deal with all this, because they still have a chance to save. Although the enemy is unimaginably powerful, no one knows that he has guessed a small part. He decided to rely on this weak advantage to slowly dig out the buried truth.

He remembered a wonderful saying - he played with fire and finally set himself on fire.