Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

It was as if my breath was fading away.

It is difficult to determine whether it was caused by the air in the lungs being filled with gunpowder or by the injuries.

However, they were far away from the war-torn surface, so at least they didn't have to worry about being killed by sudden attacks.

Although the roar in my ears never stopped, it seemed like an illusion.

My companion lifted me up with his shoulder, and I asked him, coughing;

"Are they....cough...cough...alive? Are they out...cough...?"

"Stop talking!... We're out. Although we suffered heavy losses when breaking through the atmosphere, a fleet has already reached the asteroid belt. Their blockade has not reached that level. Once we get there, the plan will have been a success."

Great.

The moment I heard the news, the strength that had supported me walking until now seemed to disappear completely, and I couldn't help but feel like falling to the ground.

If my companion hadn't supported me, I would have fallen to the ground miserably. Even so, I caused him to stumble.

"Hey, don't think everything is fine. There are still many things to do."

"That's true... ahem, but... we are both miserable... I still envy you, a scholar doing field research... ahem... your physique is not even on the same level as ours..."

"No, you are the hero this time."

I really wanted to put on a decent smile and celebrate it with a tone of success.

My heart was filled to overflowing with joy.

Successful.

Successful.

Successful.

No matter how badly we suffered, hope was conveyed.

"It continues, our civilization continues..."

I staggered with my companions towards the depths of the tunnel. In order to prevent a strong individual force from breaking through, this tunnel was a relatively narrow and long tunnel.

In order to prevent enemies on the surface from ravaging the underground as well, this long tunnel is both an entrance and a defense area.

Such a narrow underground passage was built as a one-time entrance under strict combat power comparison.

There are guarding soldiers in front, as well as fierce weapons. If anyone enters, this tunnel leading to the underground city will be fired upon without reservation on the premise of abandonment.

"Yes, although they may not be able to live on as Nongmalt people, their roots will not change. I wish them to return to their hometown one day in the changes outside the starry sky."

My companion's breathing gradually calmed down. Alas, unlike me, he couldn't even put on the exoskeleton armor properly.

"Then we have to be more practical and live like the Nongmalt people until they come back."

The pain in my lungs seemed to disappear, and I spoke these words with unimaginable ease.

However, I clearly did not receive treatment.

The scene in front of me seemed to be blurry. I saw soldiers coming from the darkness in front with hurried footsteps, and I heard my companions shouting something loudly, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

Ah, things are getting farther and farther away, and my eyelids are trembling heavily. Is this the last glimmer of death? No, maybe it's just too much blood loss in the abdomen. Although simple emergency measures have been taken, the lost blood cannot be restored after all...

Having said that, I closed my eyes contentedly.

There is nothing I can do if I really die.

At least in the end, I did what I was supposed to do...

.........

The war is over.

The war was over as quickly as he had arrived.

I covered my abdomen and heard more detailed information from my teacher.

All military bases and 70 percent of the industrialized territories on the surface were destroyed. All highly urbanized lands suffered devastating bombings. In addition, there were targeted strikes that were as accurate as using an anti-aircraft gun to hit a mosquito.

However, the latter is a frugal space-based strike using space junk, according to the military’s speculation.

Although there are resistance troops and hidden bases on the ground, but on the surface, we have lost control of this planet. This beautiful planet no longer belongs to us.

——Even so, at least this vast land is still protecting us.

"What on earth do they want?"

I couldn't help but say;

"Since they have the technological level to establish an interstellar civilization, can't they just look for resources on the stars around them? And why are they attacking us so fiercely and cautiously? They want to destroy us, but they don't intend to cause too much damage to the planet. What is this? Are they playing a game? In their eyes, fighting us is just a game?!"

Income and expenditure are completely disproportionate, and there is a contradiction between the results and the process.

"So what exactly do they want? To keep us alive as human brain reserves?!"

"Calm down."

The teacher comforted me like this.

Of course, if even I can think of it, the think tank must have thought of it. I am just venting my anger.

Although I wanted to remain calm, the moment I heard it, my emotions broke through the psychological barriers I had built.

It is precisely because we have a little knowledge and have witnessed the cruelty of war that we have associations caused by the narration and then become shaken.

But I also knew that venting my anger was useless, so I tried my best to control my emotions, calm down and listen to what the teacher said.

The teacher definitely came to me not just to tell me these things.

Although as scientific researchers we have no requirements or obligations to interfere in the affairs of the base, we seem to have been given special tasks at this time when there is a serious shortage of manpower.

Teachers should be very busy.

The planned use of equipment throughout the base, its sustainable preservation, statistics on energy calculations, the organization of advanced scientific theories, and even work from large to small to ensure the daily functions of the base.

If a teacher at the leading level had to deal with such a workload, if he were a Nongmalte from the old times, he might have died suddenly.

Fortunately, he is a decision-maker, so he was able to take the time to come to me. Otherwise, even if I were injured, I should have been the one to carry myself and go there...

"The most urgent task is to maintain underground communications. This problem has been solved, but due to the war, part of the surface terrain has been changed, and most of those changes are in places where technological equipment is densely concentrated. Some even involve deep-level ground movement. As a result, the communication equipment we originally deployed has been greatly disturbed. We must restore the operation of these equipment as soon as possible and maintain contact with other bases that have lost contact."

The teacher said seriously;

"The underground tunnel is even more problematic. To be honest, our base was originally just a central station, so we don't even have a decent nuclear fusion device, let alone a simple stellarator. If we can't use the shield machine to open a passage that can support us in time without surface support, then with our current energy consumption, we can only support it for less than three months, and there is no way to maintain the survival of the current population."

"It's okay, I'm just physically injured and I'll be able to get back to work right away."

I said without hesitation;

The teacher nodded and his eyes softened a little.

Ahhh - back then I never thought about the future.

If the sky falls, there will be tall people to hold it up. At that time, I was not qualified to participate in the guidance of the top leaders, so I had no idea what plans we, the remaining Nongmalte people, would make in the future.

How can we survive on this planet where we have enemies on the surface and survival is difficult underground?

However, not having to think may be a kind of happiness

Survive, my body felt like it was filled with flames, and I said this to myself simply.

Live into the future.