Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1283: Make A Comeback

"Stand up, soldier!"

He shivered and hurriedly got up. He could barely see a figure in the incomparably brilliant sunlight. The other party kicked him, using great strength and ingenuity, only causing him to fall down without any substantial injury. After he fell, he immediately stood up. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been kicked again.

Only then did he see his instructor, a lieutenant over fifty years old. His potential was limited, but he was experienced. He went to the chaotic battlefield and survived. A person like this had no chance of advancing, but it was more than enough to bring in new recruits.

Including him, there were about thirty other soldiers here. They were new recruits and had completed three months of regular training. Today, they went to the surface for practical training. Naturally, the leader of the team was their instructor, Old Captain Mage.

'"Listen, the rest time is over. Now move, all of you must arrive at the designated place before sunset. Charge forward, and the left-behind cowards don't need to come back. Go home and bring the children. The army isn't suitable for you." The captain's mouth splashed everywhere, reflecting the bright and fiery sunlight on the surface.

After simply checking his equipment, he and his colleagues set off. On this day they hiked and arrived at a small town before sunset. This town was their actual battlefield. The residents of the town had long since left, and now the town was occupied by an armed mob. Intelligence shows that the armed group has about 30 people, armed with rifles, infantry missiles and other weapons. Regardless of quantity or equipment, it was similar to this new recruit team.

The difference was that on one side was a mob on the surface, while on the other side was a well-trained federal army.

When night fell, the captain gave the order to attack, and the town was quickly illuminated by firearms and bombs.

The battle went smoothly. After spending more than an hour, his army annihilated the mob, but they had already lost five lives. He and more than a dozen others were injured, but when the paramedics took out a bullet from his arm, instead of knitting his eyebrows, he laughed happily.

Dinner took place in the town, and even though he was wounded, he was still in good spirits. He even sang the song of dawn with the other soldiers around the campfire. At this moment, the instructor walked over and looked at them. "You guys did well, but don't be complacent. You're still injured in this level of battle, which means you haven't trained enough. Start training more tomorrow!"

The recruits were all in tears.

However, the captain added, "But tonight, you can have a good time. I just happened to bring a few bottles of wine to give you guys a break."

After three months in the army, this was the first time he saw the instructor laugh. Originally, he thought that the captain was a stubborn old man, but tonight, he had changed his mind. Mage drank and chatted with them and left the military base in Babylon. Even the captain seemed to feel much more relaxed.

"Sir, I heard that you've been to the Chaos Battlefield before. That must be exciting, right?" A soldier asked with a yearning expression.

Mage scolded, "What the hell, do you think I want to go?" When I was young, the environment on the surface was worse than it is now. At that time, there was almost nothing left to eat. I heard that I was in charge of food in the army, so I signed up and entered the army. "I was just thinking about turning to the surface garrison to eat. I didn't expect that I would be sent to the chaotic battlefield just because I happened to bump into the Federation expedition."

"I don't want to go to that kind of place a second time."

The old captain took a sip of wine and asked, "What about you? What do you want to be in the army?"

So the soldiers gave him a variety of reasons, and at last Mage asked him that he was the most silent of the recruits. However, when he asked Mage, he was happy to share his original intentions with the instructor.

"I want to change the world." "Why are federal resources in the hands of a limited number of people, why do the people on the surface have to go hungry and the children of nobles have bread and milk to eat? They even have too much food to eat and throw away as garbage," he said. "It's so unfair, I want to change it, change the world!"

The captain looked at him in shock. His expression clearly did not expect this dull fellow to have such a big ideal in his heart. After a while, the captain patted his shoulder and said, "Your idea is good, but I have to tell you, kid. Soldiers can't change that. We're just a chess piece, and we can't change that regardless of rank. The only difference is the position."

"But no matter where it is, a chess piece is a chess piece. A chess piece cannot change the chessboard. Only the hand that plays chess can do it." "If you want to change the world, try to be the chess player and the president of the federation, kid," Mage said.

"Oh right, what's your name again?"

He replied, "Mobbit, sir!"

"Mobbit, it sounds like the name of a big shot in the future." Mage laughed.

The instructor's words were still in his ears, and he opened his eyes. It turned out to be a dream, perhaps a memory. He remembered his first years in the army and the ambition he had never forgotten. But now, there was nothing he could do. Because he was immersed in the vitality base fluid of a biochemical tank, because there were twenty-four catheters stuck in his body. Twenty of them delivered nutrient solution to him at regular intervals, while the other four were used to deliver tranquilizers and new drugs to suppress Origin Energy.

He was now like a stranded fish, with a pool of water to feed him. He couldn't die, but he couldn't return to the sea.

"Let me out!" He forcefully slapped the cover of the biochemical tank, but he knew that all of this was in vain.

He just wanted to vent, that's all.

As he buzzed the cover, he suddenly saw the light outside brighten up and a fat figure appear. Naturally, he knew this person. Speaking of which, Fatty had many layers of identities. He was the Federal Chancellor of the Exchequer, a close friend of his, and a senior member of the Light Concealment Society.

He will become a stranded fish, thanks to Fatty.

He was still alive because of Fatty.

So now he didn't know what to look at Fatty, the man named Alstair.

Alstair wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, as if he would sweat if he walked a few steps faster, but he knew in the biochemical tank that it was just a disguise. In fact, this Fatty was an expert, a true expert. At this time, the communicator in the tank turned into a green light. He shouted at the communicator, "Let me out."

He had shouted these words countless times in the past days and nights, but the answer was always "not yet". He hadn't expected Alstair to change his mind, but this time, Fatty nodded and said, "That's why I'm here, Morbit. It's time."

"When you return!"

He thought he had heard wrongly, and when he saw that Alstair was busy working on his brain, he put away the conduits that were inserted into his body, including the four conduits for tranquilizers and suppressants. Following that, the vitality base liquid in the biochemical tank began to be discharged from the water outlet below, and the top spray head sprayed clean water to wash his body. Only after the outer cover of the biochemical tank descended did he confirm that all of this was true.

Then he thought about whether to punch Fatty first, but in the end he held back.

"I thought you'd come out and beat me up," said Alstair, looking at him embarrassedly.

He nodded. "I do, but considering your skill and my condition, I want to leave this meal behind. Now, tell me why you changed your mind. What do you mean when the time comes?"

"It means literally, old friend, your chance to come back has come." "But before that, I suggest you change your clothes and have dinner. I've already ordered the kitchen to prepare it, so we can talk over drinks later," said Alstair.

He was silent. "Coming back, what kind of identity is it? To outsiders, I am just a ghost right now."

"No, only Alan and Vincent will treat you as a ghost. But for many more people, President Mobius has never left." Alstair said solemnly, "So when you come back, of course you will still be Mobius."

"It sounds like something interesting has happened in the Federation recently." He touched his chin and said, "You have to get me a razor. I don't want electronics."

"Of course I know."

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