Mecha: Return of the Pioneers

Chapter 437 The Sorrow of the Barren Bear!

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Andre stood among the ruins, with no physical sense that the war was over.

He stood blankly beside the cockpit of the highly mobile Iron Man C-type, which was covered in scars. He looked at the engineering vehicles coming and going below. Under the protection of nervous soldiers, he fell to the ground. The busy scene of being towed away by enemy planes that had lost all reflexes.

As one of the most credited members of the coalition of three major forces in this battle, Andre had considerable freedom after the battle.

But even so, Andre never wanted to go anywhere or do anything.

The only thing I want to do is to rush to the area that was separated from Sergei immediately after the battle to look for Sergei.

He didn't know why he, who had resented Sergey in the past, would act like this at this moment?

I don't even know why he is so anxious and worried at this moment.

Even in the process of going there, due to the speed, he almost hit the engineering vehicle of the reinforcements.

This anxiety,

This anxiety,

But the moment he arrived at that area, it turned into nothingness and nothingness.

Almost all of the Iron Man troops who were left behind fell to the ground with scars all over their bodies. Some of the Iron Man troops had even been blown to pieces. Broken arms and legs were common injuries.

What's even more terrifying is that several high-mobility Iron Man C-types were directly blown through with their cockpits, leaving an extremely terrifying penetrating wound.

Such horrific injuries made the reinforcements who went to clean up the mess couldn't help but feel a sense of terror.

After witnessing such a horrific scene, Andre found the body he was looking for among the fallen iron men.

A highly mobile Iron Man command type piloted by Sergei Smirnov.

Although the appearance was not much different from other C-types, Andre was able to recognize its identity at a glance when he saw the Iron Man lying in the corner.

When he walked out of the cockpit and landed on the ground, the soldiers who were cleaning up the wreckage around the Iron Man also noticed Andre's figure. They stopped what they were doing and saluted Andre in unison.

Andre returned the gift casually, but hesitated when he stepped onto the iron man.

When the surrounding soldiers saw Andre's appearance, they all looked at each other, but no one stepped forward to urge him.

Because the reinforcements who came here first almost already knew the fate of this iron man force that had left behind a broken rear.

Now, Andre stands here, just afraid of the ending.

Andre looked at the scars all over the iron man caused by the high-intensity explosion, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart, as well as an unbearable urge to turn around and leave.

"Second Lieutenant Andre..."

The more mature soldier next to him saw this and wanted to express relief, but was stopped by Andre raising his hand.

"No. Thank you very much. I..."

Andre waved his hand and took a deep breath.

"I can accept it."

Andre gritted his teeth, raised his feet with difficulty, and walked step by step towards the cockpit area covered with scars.

Judging from the distance, it is only less than ten meters away.

However, at the moment, Andre seemed to feel that this short distance of ten meters was like a long time spreading out in front of his eyes, separating himself from the father in his memory.

When did this happen?

As Andre took the first step, he couldn't help but recall that after his mother's funeral, he secretly hid outside the door and watched his father sitting on the bench without saying a word.

He wanted to go up and say something, but the moment his father discovered him, he turned around and left, slamming the door shut, leaving his father with a stunned look on his face.

Maybe it started at that time.

With every step he took, after his mother's funeral, the number of times he saw his father gradually became less and less.

Every time they met, the father and son seemed to want to say something, but stopped the moment they spoke.

There was just the angry look and the growing resentment.

Maybe, that's it, let them drift away.

Andre suddenly swayed and almost fell.

Fortunately, instinct allowed Andre to catch something.

In shock, Andre woke up and found that he had walked this short distance and was standing on the edge of the cockpit.

Looking at the open cockpit hatch, Andre took a deep breath and looked over.

The next second, Andre's expression changed rapidly.

The cockpit was dripping with blood, but there were no horrific corpses.

But there was no figure of Sergey Smirnov, who Andre had imagined, dying tragically in the cockpit and serving his country.

"Sergeant. What the hell is going on?"

Andre frowned and turned to look at the mature soldier who just wanted to speak.

"Yes! Second Lieutenant Andre. In fact, when we arrived here, there was no trace of the pilot of this MS."

"Did you leave on your own?"

Andre was stunned, feeling surprised and happy.

But he didn't feel any anger.

This feeling is very strange.

But Andre did not think about it, but jumped directly from the broken Iron Man, returned to his own Iron Man, left the inner area of ​​the base at full speed, and tried to return to the forward base in the shortest time to confirm the situation. .

According to his understanding of Sergey Smirnov and his father, as long as he is fine, he will definitely contact the headquarters as soon as possible.

however……

Andre returned to the forward base happily, but he received a piece of bad news that he couldn't accept.

The mainstay of the People's Revolutionary Alliance, Lieutenant Colonel Sergey Smirnov, disappeared during the Battle of the Base and has not been able to make any contact with the headquarters.

After the surprise, Andre faced the bad news again and stood blankly at the gate of the advance base and did not leave for a long time.    ————————————

"Honey, darling, darling, wake up! Wake up!"

In the hazy moment, Sergey seemed to hear a very familiar voice that he had not heard for a long time.

That was the voice he loved deeply and was attached to.

At the call of this voice that made him nostalgic, Sergey slowly opened his eyes.

Under the soft light, the familiar figure was busy in front of him.

"This, this is?"

Sergey was stunned and instinctively looked around.

familiar furniture,

Familiar layout,

familiar lights,

Familiar atmosphere,

And, that familiar figure.

He came home.

At this moment, Sergey was extremely convinced of what he saw.

"Really. How old are you! Do you still like to be in a daze so much?"

The figure who was busy in the kitchen seemed to be very dissatisfied with Sergey who was in a daze at the familiar things in front of him.

"No. No, it's not. Curly."

Sergey's mouth moved, but he spoke very awkwardly.

"I, I, I just miss the current atmosphere."

By the end of the sentence, Sergey didn't even notice that his voice had become lower.

This is an unbelievable thing for Sergey Smirnov, who is known as the Barren Bear and is hailed as the future star of the People's Revolutionary League.

"is it?"

The figure turned around and looked at Sergey with a sweet smile.

She was the person Sergey missed so much in his long life, Cory Smirnov.

His wife died in the war.

With a happy smile, Corrie came to Sergey with light steps, carrying a meal that exuded a fragrance that made Sergey miss him so much.

"If, my dear, you really miss this scene before you, why don't we talk about it after we have a full meal first!"

Sergey looked at his wife's face and nodded heavily.

So Corrie sat across the table, resting her chin on her hands, smiling and watching Sergey eat.

Although neither of them spoke, this moment was so precious to them.

But when the delicious meal was finally finished, Sergey couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the empty plate.

"What are you thinking about? Honey."

Corrie's eyes narrowed slightly, and Sergey knew that his wife was very happy now.

"No. I just feel like I haven't eaten the food you cooked for a long time."

Sergey shook his head, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and became silent.

They all know each other very well.

Just as Sergey knew the meaning of Corrie's actions at this moment, Corrie also knew the meaning of Sergey's silence at this moment.

Corrie stood up, came behind Sergey, hugged Sergey gently, and leaned against Sergey and said.

"Dear, I'm sorry. This is all I can do now."

"No. That's enough. Curly."

Sergey's throat slid a few times, and he finally chose silence.

As an iron-blooded soldier who is used to seeing life and death, Sergey was very hesitant at this moment.

"Don't belittle yourself! Honey. I understand."

Corrie used a little force with her hands to hug Sergey tightly.

"Now is not the time for you to come here. You still have time."

"Kelly. I..."

An impulse suddenly arose in Sergey's heart, but his wife stopped him.

"Listen to me, my dear. You have worked hard these years!"

"No, Corrie. I, I didn't do anything. I, after you, after your sacrifice, I couldn't even say a word or communicate properly with Andre."

There was a trace of pain on Sergei's face.

"I am ashamed of my promise. Corrie."

"No. My dear, you still have a chance! You still have time. This time, promise me. Communicate well with Andre. But before that, let you separate from each other for a while, okay?"

Faced with his wife's request, Sergey nodded without thinking.

However, in the next second, Sergey felt a sense of relief on his shoulders. He turned around suddenly and saw his wife gradually disappearing.

"Sorry! Honey, now is not the time for you to be here."

"Kelly..."

With attachment to his wife, Sergey slowly opened his eyes, only to see soft lights, a white ceiling, and voices coming from his ears.

"Thank God! You finally woke up! Sergei Smirnov."

(End of this chapter)