Chapter 136: Clea

When Tang Fang returned to the radar control center, the horizon was plated with bright red, and the fortifications made of destroyed vehicles and mechanical equipment had been cleared aside. The taxiing track not far away was full of soldiers and soldiers who died in the battle.
They were lying on a stretcher covered with white cloth. Their faces had been wiped clean by their companions, and their weakly drooping arms were folded together, lying flat on their chests, looking from a distance, like Sound asleep.
Little Sam and his brother lay quietly among them, and the sunset glow cast a soothing and silky light on his face, like a child sinking into a flawless dream.
Tang Fang couldn't help but clenched his hands. When can the sky full of haze be restored to its endless blue, when can this human tragedy full of tears and blood come to an end.
"Thank you..." A special service soldier hurried past him, but when he saw Tang Fang, he suddenly stopped, raised his right hand, gave a standard military salute, and then continued towards the distance. Go.
"Thank you." This time it was Tang Fang. His voice was so low that only he could hear it. In these people, he saw what is ideal, what is trust, what is sacrifice, what is comrade, what is brotherhood.
These people may have such and other small problems and small defects, but when they take up their guns and fight for the vows they once had, and for the hopeful future, the light behind them is always so dazzling. In this group of people, he saw the flash of humanity, just like that sentence, only in the darkest times can there be the most shining heroes.
Because of the end of the battle, the wounded in the control center hall had been taken to a proper place for placement. When Tang Fang entered the house, a female officer caught his attention.
It was a young woman of Nordic descent, about 24 or 5 years old, 1.74 in size, and blonde hair behind her head. Tightly coiled into a ball of flowers and bones. A pair of deep beautiful eyes grew on the fair and well-proportioned face, glowing with crystal-like brilliance, and down there was a tall nose. Exquisite and exquisite, shiny and moist as crisp.
There is also that small curved mouth, like a lot of water out of the water, adding a gentle style to her whole person. There is no doubt that this is a beauty, as beautiful as the graceful and subtle moon under the night sky.
If she could smile, she would surely fascinate countless men. If she wears a plain skirt, she must be a delicate and graceful beauty.
It's a pity that she didn't laugh, on the contrary. His expression was cold, as cold as a mountain spring in the middle of winter, remote and icy. She was wearing a swollen camouflage uniform and a tactical vest, and blood splashed on it to form a cloud of stains. But I don't know if it is the enemy's or his own.
The biting eyes seemed to be ready to take the sharp edge of the enemy's head at any time, and the serious and cold face looked like an ice peak.
Cold, steady, and heavy as a mountain, this should never be the temperament that a girl with a gentle and tender face like a crescent moon should possess.
When Tang Fang was observing the young girl, the other party also noticed his arrival, after sweeping the power armor on him. Unconsciously, the sharp eyes that were as sharp as a blade became a little more relaxed.
At this moment, a black female officer next to her stepped forward and said to Tang Fang: "This is the captain of our secret service team, Captain Claire Lockhart."
"Captain, this is the friendly commander who came with Lieutenant Colonel Nehemiah. Tarosa."
"Hello." The two said hello and nodded to each other.
Claire still had that cold expression, without sadness or joy, with a serious face. This makes Tang Fang very strange, can she laugh? Still born with this cold look. But think about how she became a captain at this age. The image of Bingberg's beauty also fits her identity as the captain of the secret service team.
When he came with Nehemiah and the others, she was not in the radar control center. Tang Fang had no impression of her. Since she was cold like an old popsicle, he didn't bother to put a hot face on it.
After the two greeted him, he went aside to browse the topographic map near the air base, intending to find a shortcut to Drosnil naval port. The black female officer who had just introduced the two seemed to notice something unusual in the atmosphere in the hall, and couldn't help but approach Tang Fang, smiling and introducing herself: "Iyetta Hopkins."
Tang Fang stopped his movements and nodded slightly: "Tarosa Crawber."
The female officer nodded and smiled, revealing a row of sharp teeth, neat and orderly, like brickwork. "Thank you... here, the Makanda Arsenal, and what happened in the town of Blanca."
"You are welcome, I just did what I thought was right." Tang Fang smiled dryly.
"Please don't worry about what happened just now, the captain is actually not what you think it is, just..."
Tang Fang smiled slightly, shook his head, and interrupted her: "Don't worry, I'm not so careful yet. The reason why I came here to make a topographic map is just to find a shortcut to the port of Delosnil. Nothing."
"Oh, that's good." Iyetta gave a relieved smile. It can be seen that she is very loyal to Claire, for fear that this will mess up the relationship between the two parties.
"Captain, Captain... Captain Claire..." At this moment, when a dull voice came from outside the door, the Deputy Commander of the Special Service Lieutenant Benedict Gerrard stepped into the hall and came straight. In front of Claire, she asked in a very low, depressed voice: "What do they do?"
"Huh?" Claire looked up and scanned the door. More than fifty riot miners were carrying a stretcher, standing sadly at the door. Above them were people who had been fatally exposed to neutron beams, with a dose ranging from 1sv- 6sv varies. Although they were lucky to survive on the battlefield, in the days to come, they will endure tremendous inhuman torture, and then slowly die with pain and regret.
Everyone on the scene fell silent, and the depressive atmosphere was like a storm, sweeping through the most fragile corners of everyone's heart. Watching his companions in pain and sadness, and finally dying, the sense of powerlessness that looked like a piece of cut. No one can bear the pain of the heart.
Some people have tears in their eyes, some people turn their heads back and don't want others to see their weakness ~EbookFREE.me~ Many more people clenched their fists and burst into hatred eyes.
Iyeta stood up slowly, her body trembling slightly with excitement, she walked outside, looking at a stretcher and a stretcher. Some companions were reluctantly humming, some were pale and gritted their teeth, some were ashen as dead, and their eyes were hollow.
Before taking their lives, neutron radiation took away their hope of life, leaving only the torment of death.
Iyetta didn’t speak, but just chanted the names of those people. There were teammates from the secret service team, some riot miners who had just met for a day, some colleagues who were familiar enough to make vulgar jokes at will, and some did not even meet. New partners ever.
There are people all around, all acquaintances, friends, and even brothers of these victims. Their faces are full of sadness and despair. Most people wet their eyes with tears, clinging to the hand of the wounded, for fear that once let go, these people they are most familiar with will lose their temperature, become as cold as frost, and sink into the bottomless darkness. .
Claire walked out of the room, her army boots stepped on the ground, and there was a deep and powerful muffled noise.
Iyetta stepped aside and everyone looked up at her, waiting for her instructions.