Chapter 2
Someone who chases the sun.
There are people like that all the time. They chased the sun, or died young, or tired to death. None of them has ever actually chased the sun, but they will spend their whole lives chasing it.
In the early morning, the last flight patrol of the night shift had just returned home, and the first flight patrol of the morning shift was about to begin. The ground crew wearing special-colored signs went in and out of the hangar. Yesterday's gunpowder smoke has long dispersed, leaving only the aircraft carrier, the base and the ground body that pain bullet marks.
Brownie opened his eyes, sat up mechanically, dressed, laced his general's boots, tied up his hair, washed and groomed.
"Okay," Brownie muttered, looking at himself in the mirror.
Good. All reviews of Brownie will be summed up in one word. At home, she is a"Good girl". She was a"Good student" at school. She was also a"Good soldier" in the former army. But this"Good" is not inherent.
"Da, DA, DA..." military boots on the ground, issued a regular sound of footsteps.
"Daddy!" Cried Brownie, who was weeding with his mother in the courtyard, when he saw his father on foot at a distance. She ran to her father, oblivious to her dusty image.
The soldier, who was out in the field and had been almost killed by his time in the army, was so happy that he picked up the Dirty Brownie and let her smear mud on his clothes.
She still remembered that it was a gloomy day, and she had been fretting about the muggy weather. But she knew he was back when she saw him lugging his luggage along, his solid figure slowly emerging from the invisible horizon. Like the sun, he came from below the horizon, and then like the Sun disappeared behind the horizon.
It was one of the few happy moments of Brownie's childhood. Yes, rare. When the Intrepid, soaring father left only the insignia of the United Independent States Army -ISAFISAF) . So much for her memory of childhood.
But now, as she wishes, joined the OADF, and because of excellent results in the assessment, successfully transferred to the IUN, is finally achieved.
Breathing the fresh morning air, the smell of earth and gunpowder in her nose, Brownie came to the place where she had made an appointment with Captain Knocker the day before, and saw him from a distance. Knocker is looking up at the stars that are about to disappear into the Sun's light. His body stretches casually, hovering in place, his shadow drawn long by the Rising Sun.
"Right on time," said Knocker, who also had a good impression of Brownie after his interaction with him yesterday, brownie had the qualities that made her seem like a good enough soldier: calm, disciplined, accurate at following orders from her superiors, and never once objecting to them.
Trigger and Brownie had a long flight from the mainland of Osea to the Fordgray Islands yesterday. They only landed less than an hour ago because of an attack by the Elgians. They were launched into the air to meet the enemy, their first day at IUN was enough to describe it as"War and chaos". Knocker thought Brownie might be late for bed this morning, not realizing that she was even earlier than promised.
Dressed in an easy-to-move outfit, the girl trotted over to Knocker's side and did her morning exercise routine. Her slightly stiffened muscles and muscles relaxed in the stretch, and after confirming her condition, she nodded to Knocker, who had already warmed up. "I'm all set, sir."
Knocker just nodded, then turned and trotted, "Come on, I'll show you around the base." Ford Grey Is. 's International Armistice Watch Station was built early to accommodate the need for morning exercise for its officers, there is a considerable amount of space set aside for training. Brownie runs with the Knocker, letting the cool wind blow on him as he runs. The two traveled from the familiar hangars and runways to less familiar office buildings and naval shipyards, and Knocker occasionally explained things to Brownie. On the way to meet a few people to say hello to the Knocker, the Knocker is not much greeting, just nodded good morning.
The two occasionally face east, and the soft light from the sunrise makes Knocker frown and squint. The sun shone through Knocker's shoulders and onto Brownie, leaving only a soft halo that gave the Knocker a golden silhouette. In the silence of the running, this halo of light to see Brownie a little distracted.
"Brownie!" Said Knocker, reminding her not to bump into the Marines in front of her during their morning exercise.
Brownie comes to his senses and follows Knocker to the edge of the road. As she moved, she saw the navy trot toward her with their backs to the sun, and then the figure of Knocker came into view. The sturdy GOLEM squadron leader gradually obscured the sun from Brownie's view and trotted forward. Only a brief daze, Brownie soon buried his head to follow.
Brownie wasn't the only one who woke up on time. Trigger, who lived in another dorm room, did too. He had just arrived at his new environment and was still not quite used to it. Trigger woke up early and did not feel sleepy anymore. The electronic alarm clock on the bedside table reminded him of the time now. A few rays of morning light fell through the window onto the floor of the single-room dormitory, shed a soft halo. Trigger got up and got out of bed. After washing up, he opened the door. The sea breeze rushing into the room bumped into Trigger. Trigger breathed the salty air and began his morning exercise.
It's not that different from the countless morning exercises of the past. The biggest difference is that it takes time to get used to the new venue. The simple warm-up exercise really woke up his body. Looking around, Trigger randomly chose a walkable path and trotted along it until he disappeared at the end of the road.
Trigger was just a simple person. He didn't talk much, so he just did what he wanted to do. If there were any preconditions blocking him, he would deal with the preconditions first. Whether he had been a"Top student" in the Military Academy or how many crashes he had seen in real aircraft, he was not so much tired of hearing about it as he was running down a road.
Jogging for the early exercise of the body, there is no exercise effect. Trigger's current jogging is more about turning his brain on than exercising, and if he's in a new environment, jogging early in the morning will allow him to meet other people who are equally disciplined - if he's Lucky, you might even run into some familiar faces.
With that in mind, Trigger turned the corner and saw from a distance Brownie and her squadron leader Knocker, who had been on the same transport plane as him to Fort Grey yesterday - and who had seen him early, too, and Say Hello. Trigger wasn't good at opening up conversations with people he'd just met, and he didn't want to put too much effort into networking. After a symbolic good morning, he was ready to continue his morning run down the trail. But seeing Trigger leaving, Knocker seemed to remember something and called out to Trigger, who was about to pretend that nothing had happened, "Hey, wait a minute, Trigger!"
Trigger didn't say anything, just turned curiously to look at Knocker.
"Aren't you a little too aggressive about your fighting style?" Knocker raised an eyebrow, making an inquisitive but cautious gesture.
"I'm just doing my best. It's important that I get the job done." Trigger's tone was bland-it was just a statement of fact for him. There was nothing to hide.
"Well..." at this reply, the Knocker first looked away, then opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath. He got the answer, and it was the optimal solution. Such an answer gives the Knocker a better idea of Trigger than an uncertain one. Knocker looks at the calm Trigger again, looks at him, and says, "All right, all right, but..."
Knocker was about to go on, but he thought for a moment and swallowed the rest. "Forget it, Go Do your thing," he said, waving Trigger off.
Brownie, who was left out in the cold, just watched Trigger. Brownie found it hard to associate the quiet fellow with the aggressive driving style of a man who was both a comrade in arms and a rival in his own mind. Why is he so fierce? Looking at Trigger's departing figure, Brownie unconsciously began to think about this question.
The brooding Brownie could not escape the Knocker's eyes, he thought of many Trigger such trump card, but also thought of many Brownie such chase Trump figure people. Knocker chuckled, let Brownie catch up with his trot, and said what he wanted to say to Trigger to Brownie.
"Brownie, do you want to beat Trigger?" Knocker had already read Brownie's mind.
Brownie didn't answer.
"Remember, some people may be born flying ace, but no one is born a master at coping with life," he said, a fact that encouraged Brownie - even if he was Trigger, he was alone, he can not have no weakness, if there is a weakness, then he must be able to be surpassed.
Just as Knocker said, clown's penetrating voice said, "Good Morning! Gentlemen, hate to interrupt your morning exercise, but HQ has a new mission for us-despite our successful counter-attack on IUN's compounds in Georgia yesterday, reports from around the country are not encouraging. But we'll have to go to the war room to find out, ladies and gentlemen, because war doesn't give us a break."
Just Like Clown's code name, he caught everyone's attention. Then, as if in response to the Clown, the alert goes off in a funny way. Knocker and Brownie looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then strode off into the crowd