Sitting on the stone bench next to the flower bed in front of the door, watching the newlywed wife who returned from get off work gradually approaching on her bicycle until she found herself showing an indescribable expression of surprise, and then she threw herself into her arms with tears and returned from the battlefield, Sergeant Cardwell, the commander of the ace chariot, who returned from the battlefield, enjoyed all this very comfortably.

When the happiness's drunkenness faded slightly, she hit his firm chest with her pink fist and said angrily: "Why didn't you write a letter to tell me before you come back? I'm worried and have insomnia every night."

He quickly explained: "Sorry, my dear, some things are military secrets and are not allowed to be mentioned in the letter at home. There are some things that we will not know in advance at all. Moreover, in the past week, our troops have basically been on the way, so"

She gently covered his lips with her fingers: "No need to explain anything. As long as you come back to me, hold me, and kiss me, it doesn't matter to me whether the outside world is sunny or rainy."

"Thank you, Karin! On the battlefield, I heard your prayers and your heartbeat, which made me full of courage and fighting spirit. So, we quickly won and returned to our motherland soon." He expressed his feelings with the sentences extracted from the poetry collection. These seemingly simple but emotional sentences moved his newlywed wife a lot.

The two hugged each other tightly. After a long time, she looked up at her lover and saw his neatly worn collar and epaulette, military logo and army number. She knew that he was only taking a short vacation this time, and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed: "How many days can you stay at home this time?"

Cardwell answered truthfully: "This time is a special vacation. From today on, it will be 7 days. Just go back and report before sunset on the last day!"

"From today," she turned her head and looked at the sunset in the sky, and said reluctantly: "But today is almost over!"

The ace killer on the battlefield quickly comforted his newlywed wife: "It doesn't matter, as long as I can be with you, even if I only have an hour, I feel extremely happy!"

She served her pink fists again, then looked around shyly: "We have been standing here for so long, and asked the neighbors to laugh at each other."

Cardwell proudly raised his chest: "Who would joke with a hero who had just returned from the battlefield and his legal wife?"

She did not fail to notice the golden medal on her lover's chest. In the past two weeks, she carefully collected every newspaper that reported his outstanding achievements, cut it, and carefully collected it. When the master of her care stood in front of her, all her thoughts were placed on his eyes, his face, his arms, and his breath. Honor and military achievements were of course valuable, but their gains mean that he fought bravely on the battlefield and was always with danger.

If she had a choice, she would rather he be just an ordinary person, working from sunrise to rest from sunset to satisfy his food and clothing.

However, the will of the country is above everything else. As long as the conscript order appears in the mailbox, no matter how reluctant she is, she will have to put on military uniforms for him and watch him travel along with the army.

Back at the warm little house, she cooks dishes, and he helps.

Finally sat at the table, she stared at her lover affectionately and watched him feast on her.

"Eat slowly!" she pouted, "Did your food have been so unbearable lately that you have starved you to this way?"

While shaking his head repeatedly, he made a "whimper" sound like a monkey. He finally swallowed the food in his mouth. Then he explained: "Although the food on the front line is not as good as usual, it is not hungry and the nutrition is not bad. He just missed the delicious food you made. I thought about it for too long and couldn't help it."

She burst into laughter.

"If I stay at home for a while, I'm afraid I'll get stuck at the hatch of the tank and can't get in," he joked.

"Isn't that right?"

She imitated the officer's serious tone: "Mr. Gareth Cadwell was too obese to continue to be competent for his current position. He transferred to the service force and shortened his service period by half a year! Oh! Mr. Cadwell, your service period is over and you can pack your luggage and go home!"

"Hahaha!" Cardwell laughed.

But she curled her smile and looked at him with expectant expressions: "Dear, you have served in the army for seven and a half years. If you cannot be promoted to an officer in the next half year, you can retire from the army and return to a normal life, right?"

Cardwell slowly put away his smile and nodded with some melancholy: "Yes! From 19 years old and 2 months to now, I have served in the army for 90 months, and from private class to becoming a sergeant step by step, and this is likely the end of my military career."

She held his hand: "I know, your biggest dream is to become a general. Although this dream is difficult to achieve in the army, it doesn't matter. When we have children, you can teach them, command them, and use this small army to defend our home."

Relieved from his sweetheart, Cardwell relaxed his frown: "I am happy to serve our queen!"

Her smile was like a flower.

"Half a year is actually very short," said Cardwell. "If nothing unexpected happens, you can officially retire before Christmas."

"Will you stay in the local area in the past six months? Is the station far away?" she asked naturally.

Cardwell thought for a while and lowered his voice slightly: "We have returned to the local area to stay, but we need to take a cross-sea liner when we get in and out."

How smart she guessed at once: "Is it in Wales?"

He doesn't need to answer.

"Why Wales? Could it be that rumor is true?" She widened her eyes. One war had just ended and another was coming?

He shook his head: "I'm not sure."

She sighed: "If a war breaks out within half a year, your troops will definitely go to the front line, and the list of deaths in the newspaper will become our must-read content every day. The days of worry will continue until you return triumphantly. Then, new military achievements will likely allow you to be promoted and enter the ranks of officers, and your service period will be extended by at least eight years, and the waiting will be extended by at least eight years."

"Don't worry, my dear!" He held her hands, "In peacetime, the main job of the army is training. There is basically no danger, and there will be more holidays. You can also apply for family members to accompany the army."

Although she was reluctant, she accepted his consolation and calmed down.

After dinner, they washed the dishes together, but the atmosphere was not as relaxed and pleasant as when cooking.

"If Scotland is such a small country, if it launches an attack, it will solve the problem in one or two weeks, right?" she asked softly.

"Maybe!" he replied in a low voice, "Sometimes the war progress is simpler and smoother than ordinary people think. However, from the historical past, the Scots did not succumb to force easily. They had a well-trained standing army that could mobilize hundreds of thousands of reserve troops and militias when necessary. In plains and coastal areas, they could not withstand our offensive, and the northern highlands were natural defenses that could be relied on."

She suddenly turned around, hugged her lover tightly, and murmured: "During the time I was studying in Glasgow and Edinburgh, I met many Scottish friends, who were warm and friendly, and often invited us to visit their homes. The Scottish people I came into contact with were far more concerned about economic and social development than political and military. Perhaps most of them did not agree with the political views of those in power, really don't want to see their homes ruthlessly destroyed by the war! Dear, promise me, if you are ordered to go to Scotland, please try not to hurt them, do not destroy the facilities there, and provide the elderly, women and children with the best of their ability."

Cardwell immediately responded: "Dear, my colleagues and I don't want to fight, and so far we have not received any orders for military mobilization. I hope that the dispute between us and Scotland can be resolved through negotiations, and that result will be good for everyone."

"Really?" She looked up at him, staring at his eyes.

He deliberately avoided her sight. As a young non-commissioned officer who pursues progress and is a candidate for an officer who is optimistic by his superiors, he used his spare time to study some officer textbooks and a large number of military history and war examples, thus broadening his horizons and thinking in the military field. With his observation and thinking of various current signs, it can be basically confirmed that the combat plan for using force to Scotland has been completed and is preparing step by step. Once all preparations are achieved, Scotland still refuses to compromise, and a "Vision War in Britain" is almost inevitable.

She couldn't help but burst into tears: "Dear, promise me that no matter when and where I am, I must put my own safety first, because only by living can I continue to serve the country, continue to work hard for your dreams, continue to protect me, protect me, and bring me happiness and happiness, okay?"

He caressed the ends of her hair: "Don't worry, my dear! There are only a handful of artillery throughout Europe that can penetrate our chariots, and fortunately, their owners are either our allies or firm neutrals. In Italy, we are hardly threatened, and in Scotland, there are very few weapons that can threaten us."

She pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and said with concern: "But you once told me that there are no invincible generals, no invincible warships, and all weapons have weaknesses."

He had no choice but to remain silent. During the Italian war, he actually had two experiences of passing death. One was that while breaking through the Italian military defense zone, a shell was penetrated by the armor on the rear of the chariot, causing damage to the engine. Fortunately, the automatic fire extinguishing device was effective, and there was no fuel explosion or ammunition explosion. The other was that he was attacked by the Italian army during the process of his journey. At that time, his upper body was exposed, and perhaps only a few centimeters away from being hit by a cold gun. This was still the case in the Italian battlefield where the intensity of the battle was not high. If he really wanted to set foot on the land of Scotland, he didn't know what kind of danger he would encounter.
Chapter completed!