Chapter 987: Remnants

"You must be kidding."
The armoured soldier Nika whispered, and Burrell glanced at him, and the soldier shrugged and stopped speaking.
They are standing in the main evacuation area, just one of many evacuation areas, waiting to see what happens next.
The officer standing on top of the turret looked as if he was sick. His skin was pale and his eyes were lifeless, as if he thought the world around him was a dream, hoping he would wake up quickly.
Sindula knows this way, this is the way for people who feel they have just discovered a part of history.
"Reconnaissance tasks are assigned to light armored forces."
The officer said that from the uniform he was a colonel, his eyes deliberately avoided the men around the tank he was standing in.
He glanced at the record board on his right hand, trying to smooth it out, but almost dropped it to the ground.
"Things are getting worse."
Nika whispered, shaking his head, and Burrell kept watching the officer.
This is destiny, just like rolling a dice.
If there is a who can make Sindura pray, he will make a wish that he will be forgotten forever.
But he was ordered to report to the colonel who seemed to be dying soon—someone found him and gave him the order, which was definitely not good.
Beside him, the captains huddled together to hear what the colonel had to say.
Their battalion was originally affiliated with the Third Army, but their organization was completely disbanded in the wave of attack by Ok.
It was a terrible time, they suffered heavy losses, and eventually less than one-third of the tanks were withdrawn to the safe area.
Now they learn that they have been divided under the command framework of the single division.
Sindula glanced around and noticed people's expressions-some people looked nervous, some people were numb, and some even looked excited.
Then he saw others farther away, a group of men and women wearing earthy brown overalls without badges or marks.
They don't seem to be soldiers at all, they should be refugees gathered together in extra uniforms.
Sindula sighed-he probably guessed what would happen.
"Oak's striker has arrived on the Pelican Farm and the nearby militia has been attacked, so your vehicles must remain in combat."
The officer paused and licked his lips.
Nika rolled his eyes and shook his head again, but the officer looked completely unnoticed.
Sindula was not surprised that the idiot had read through the document from beginning to end, completely ignoring the fact that even the fool knew that the vehicle had to remain in combat if he wanted to go out.
This is as meaningless as the rest of the briefing.
Everyone only cares about one thing-
Where to?
After all, Sindura thought, they would never answer the real question—
Why should we attack now?
Five days have passed since the war, and panic followed immediately after the shock, and then numbness to reality.
There have been suicides in military camps, and the demand for all banned drugs has also increased.
There are also thousands of successfully evacuated refugees, dressed in faded, ragged clothes, squeezed in tents that were originally empty, and their original home no longer exists.
For a few days, the crowd struggled on the brink of madness.
The officers clung to the regulations as if they were drowning people, and had some simple executions to maintain discipline, and things became more and more chaotic afterwards.
The time has passed.
Now, things have changed.
"The fuel and ammunition supplies are ready."
The colonel nodded to the men and women in earthen overalls,
"You need to ensure that each tank can be put into combat at any time."
Nika was holding back a smile, but Burrell was not surprised.
These words are not only meaningless, but also a pig-headed behavior.
"The goal of this mission is to meet the 7th Militia Retreat."
The colonel said, continue reading the document,
"They were chased by Ok and suffered heavy losses, but there are survivors, we must ensure that they can safely reach the position."
Sindula really wanted to sigh. He felt that the teacher of the only division, Mountbatten, was too sorrowful.
"The battle is deployed as follows."
Hearing this sentence, Sindulla felt a cool breath spread in his body,
"First Squadron, you go east along Route 219."
A lieutenant in a loose camouflage uniform raised his hand.
"The third car in my squadron is broken, and the main gun cannot fire."
The colonel looked a little flustered and glanced at the record board in his hand, flipping it hard.
Sindula almost felt sorry for this guy, almost.
"Ah, yes."
He stammered.
"Yes, there is a special note on this matter. Your squadron has a substitute,"
The colonel raised his head.
"Sergeant Sindula?"
Sindulla exhaled and raised a hand.
"Sir."
His tone was very calm.
"Your tank is now in the rank of Lieutenant Tara~EbookFREE.me~ Sindura nodded to confirm, avoiding the lieutenant's eyes.
They are going out, and after so long the war still finds him.
Next to him, Nika was cursing in a low voice, and the other crew members said nothing.
Sindula couldn't feel anything, the order seemed to hollow him out.
The colonel was still talking, but Sindula could not hear anything, and the whole world was left with the pulse of his ears.
He remembered the memory of three days ago in his mind, and it came out like a soap bubble, and the vivid image was so elusive.
The forest was burning around him, the sound of shells hitting the armor sounded in his ears, and the blazing moment when the rocket hit his tank dragged the whole world into darkness.
Although the tank survived, the gunner died, and he replaced a new gunner, but it was far better than before.
Then all the others came, one by one—all the battlefields, all the dead, with their burnt smiles.
When his head hurt again, it was a relief, and the intense pain drowned these memories.
"My name is Kaul."
Suddenly, Sindra raised his head, and the briefing was over.
A man was standing in front of him. The man was thin and handsome, with dark eyes and hair.
The badge on the shoulder means that he is also a captain, which is really ridiculous.
The man named Kaul smiled.
"I come from the Sixth Armored Division, I think we will be comrades in the future, I have heard your name."
Sindula looked at Kaul's hand, then turned and walked away.
Nika grunted beside him, but Sindulla said nothing, and the flame of memory still jumped in his mind.
The deceased grinned in front of him.