Chapter 1077: Disability Company

After sending the officer away, Harold sat on his sofa, ready to accept his wife's roar.

Who knows, his wife just sat beside him helplessly, sighing for herself there.

"I know you worry about me, but if I stay here like this, even my son thinks me useless." Harold finally spoke to comfort his wife.

"But you know, going to the battlefield is more dangerous." The woman is still reluctant to take risks with her husband.

Going to the ordinary battlefield is already very dangerous, this time going to space, the danger is even more unpredictable.

"Who said that? I can install a puppet prosthesis and use magic... This time I have the ability to protect my comrades in arms." Harold squeezed a smile and looked at his wife.

"What I'm afraid of is that you can go out and behave indiscriminately!" The wife looked at her husband more worriedly, unwilling to let him leave her again.

"Don't worry! I will come back alive." The man looked at his ordinary wife, with pity on his face: "I still have to take care of you and the children! Don't think about it!"

He patted the woman's shoulder lightly: "Go! Take out the clothes I kept in the closet! Let our son see, his father is the most handsome!"

Although the woman was reluctant, she glanced at the table, the enlistment registration form that the officer had sent, sighed helplessly, and stood up.

The boy stood there. He didn't know why his father suddenly became tough today, and he didn't know what kind of news the soldier who came to his father brought.

At this age, he still doesn't know what choice his father has made for this family.

The wife could easily find the carefully folded clothes in the cabinet. Early the next morning, she stood by her husband very virtuously and helped him put on the suit. Since he returned to this home, he will do it again. Military uniforms that have never been worn.

It was a retired military uniform with no epaulettes and armbands, a dress of a non-commissioned officer.

The man stood straight, with his chin held high, and asked his wife to help him fasten the collar buttons. Then he glanced at his empty sleeves, revealing a touch of sadness on his face.

If this arm is still there, he should still be on the front line of the Demon Realm, fighting side by side with his comrades in arms.

After he sighed in his heart, he saw his wife carefully help him put the medals hidden in the drawer on his chest.

They were all precious medals, they were all medals returned from **** sacrifices on the battlefield, and they were all proofs of the enviable warriors.

"Listen to your mother at home." Before going out, Harold rubbed his son's head and told him in the words of an adult: "Be strong! If your father is not at home, you are the only man in the family! Take care of your mother!" take care of yourself!"

The little boy nodded, but still did not speak. Harold glanced at his wife again: "I'll beg you at home..."

"Come back safely!" His wife twitched her lips, trying to squeeze a smile, but she failed. With tears falling, Harold turned around, no longer daring to look at his wife's ordinary face.

In the morning, Harold waited for his puppet prosthesis. He once again possessed both hands, and one of his arms could use magic. The combat power was amazing!

He took a helicopter, and when he arrived at a temporary barracks that night, many veterans had already gathered there.

The entire barracks is very lively, because the reorganization training has not yet started, so the barracks even provide ale. There were laughter and laughter everywhere, just like a veteran sorority.

Harold looked at the people who regarded returning to the battlefield as a lucky journey while walking on the road of the barracks which was not very spacious.

"The medal for participating in the Battle of Fallen Dragon City! You bully! Old qualifications!" A man with a puppet prosthesis on his left foot recognized the medal on Harold's chest, with a look of envy.

Several veterans standing next to this man all looked over subconsciously, and the medals worn by some of them also made Harrod startled.

He thought that a medal for participating in the Battle of Falling Dragon City was enough to make him look down upon the heroes, but what he didn't expect was that he could actually see such advanced goods as the Golden Eagle Medal here!

That's a real sword, a real gun, and a hopeless future on the battlefield! It stands to reason that the owner of such a medal, even if he is injured and discharged from the army, should have an excellent post.

But this man with the Golden Eagle Medal had an expression of disapproval, as if the medal was nothing to him.

Then, Harold saw the Silver Eagle Medal, the Holy Demon War Zone Service Medal, the Stand-Alone Medal, the Killing Medal...

He also saw the first batch of service commemorative medals, the second batch of service commemorative medals... and what he was carrying was the third batch of service commemorative medals.

This place seems to be a medal museum. Every veteran wears a variety of medals and a proud expression on his face.

Of course, along with these medals, there are also the puppet prosthesis for the left arm, the puppet prosthesis for the right arm, the puppet prosthesis for the left leg, and the puppet prosthesis for the right leg.

Some people’s left eye is fake, and some people’s right eye is fake-besides the Medal Museum, it is also a prosthetic exhibition hall.

Harold uncomfortably raised his prosthetic arm, and on that very flexible hand, the five fingers moved regularly according to his thoughts.

"Brother! Do you know what our army is called?" A familiar veteran walked to Harold's side and asked with a smile.

"I just came to report, and I don't know the name of the troop..." Harold replied somewhat cautiously.

"We are called cosmic infantry here! Infantry flying in the sky! Hahaha!" The familiar veteran shouted at the person next to him with a glass of beer.

"Hahaha!" As if hearing a joke, several veterans laughed together.

This joke may not be great, but everyone here needs to vent, to vent their joy of returning to the barracks.

"Maybe it's more appropriate to call the Disabled Company." Harold shrugged and said casually.

Suddenly, the laughter and laughter stopped, and everyone who heard this sentence looked at Harold.

Just when the atmosphere was about to become awkward, the veteran who was holding Harrods with beer in his prosthetic arm suddenly raised his glass: "Hahahaha! To the disabled company!"

"Haha!" Everyone continued to laugh, as if they had heard a particularly funny joke.

Harrod also grinned--this is where he is familiar, and this is where he belongs...