The Difference Is Like Between a Dog and a Cow - The Difference Is Like Between a Dog and a Cow chapter 245

244 – End of War (3)

The streets and cities that were once crowded with people have completely collapsed. The city was destroyed No word could describe Stalina’s current situation better than that.

Even the town hall and the Cathedral, where Enoch Levandel and Farad Alexei had a fierce battle, were inaccessible.

The storm of highly concentrated mana stagnated even the air, causing an explosion with even the slightest stimulus.

Rescue troops who rushed in to see if there were any survivors could not last long in a space filled with mana instead of air and often passed out.

Remnants of crumbling buildings and raised or sunken ground prevented access to armored vehicles capable of hanging air supplies.

The road that was installed in a low-lying area collapsed all the way down to the point where it turned into a steep cliff.

It was a scene that could only be described as literally a catastrophe.

In the end, the Expeditionary Force Headquarters suspended the search for the city hall and the cathedral, which were severely affected by the magic storm. There was no choice but to prioritize the rescue of wounded troops and the recovery of the dead.

In the end, only some members of the 8th Assault Magical Infantry Battalion, who were rescuing combat and isolated allies outside the city hall and cathedral, were rescued by the rescue team.

The other personnel were officially judged as ‘warriors’ after about three days of searching.

The name of Enoch Levandel, commander of the 6th Corps, was also on the list.

***

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“…… Captain, are you going to sortie today?”

“Yes, it should.”

A runway full of gray concrete and achromatic fighter jets. Even in such a place, a female soldier with pink hair, who stood out, approached her fighter from early morning.

Her mechanic, who had just finished servicing her fighter, saluted Roxanna Elim and asked, and she nodded her head in reply.

It’s been a week since the battle in Stalina ended.

During that week, Roxanna Elim, commander of the 1st Fighter Wing of the Uk ranian Air Corps, did not delay a sortie even for a single day.

It was a sortie due to the ‘irregular patrol mission’ that was carried out every day.

There was no one in the Air Corps who didn’t know the real reason why she flew into the sky several times a day and for what purpose.

“…… You shouldn’t get too close. It’s because it uses a magic composite engine, so it’s vulnerable to magic storms.”

“Don’t worry.”

Roxanne I threw out a word from her, and she climbed onto the fighter plane. After quickly completing her self-check, she looked up at the sky with her blank eyes.

“Then I’ll be back.”

Kurruru, tatatatatatata—!!

The propellers on the front spun noisily, and soon Roxanna’s fighter took off into the blurry sky, speeding down the runway.

And not long after, the rubble of a completely collapsed city came into her field of vision.

Over the course of the war, she has seen countless villages and cities destroyed. She couldn’t help it. Because war was originally inevitably accompanied by devastating destruction.

But for Stalin, that was too much. There was no sound place in the whole city.

All the buildings with more than two floors collapsed, and the wreckage of burnt vehicles left in dented craters reveals the scene of the fierce battle without any filtering.

“… ….”

Roxanna Elim bit her lip and adjusted the nose of her fighter. She slows down and gradually loses altitude as she enters the heart of the city.

The central city area where the Cathedral and City Hall were built. The place where the man she loved stood until the end.

Beep beep beep—.

As soon as we entered the sky in question, a red warning light came on on the instrument panel that detected a magical storm.

Roxanna’s fighter struggles to penetrate the jumbled flow of air and thick mana.

Roxanne I angled her fighter slightly, holding her stick firmly with both fern hands. The fuselage tilted to the right, and it circled around the plaza in a circular trajectory.

Even in the midst of that, her eyes were fixed on the ground. It was to find survivors.

As the plaza area in question is filled with concentrated mana as well as the overturned ground, the input of ground troops is extremely limited.

In fact, only Roxanna and other Air Corps personnel were capable of such a search operation.

“Please, please… ….”

She muttered something like her elongation and drove her rider.

Remnants of abandoned tanks and black bodies strewn on the roads. But even among them, she didn’t have a man she loved.

“Don’t do this. Please…… Don’t do this. At least let me find a corpse, please—!!!!”

Tears welled up in her eyes. Roxanna screamed in the sky with no listener.

I knew.

Even the first time she was hugged by him, she was Roxanna because I thought that the man in front of her eyes would one day scatter like a mirage.

However, the difference between what she simply knew and what she actually experienced was enormous.

It felt like my heart had been ripped out. When she closed her eyes, she saw the man smiling at her.

Her naked body when she woke up in the morning, the warmth that hugged her warmly.

The touch that gently stroked her hair every time she pampered herself and dug in.

The fact that her now only remained in her memory made her sick.

I’d rather die. Over and over again, the urge to jump into the ground of the city that swallowed him gripped him.

But I can’t.

That’s why, one day, when she meets Enoch again, she won’t be able to face her proudly.

“… ….”

At that time, the low fuel warning light blinked on the instrument panel. Roxanna straightened her tilted torso again.

She had to go back to the airfield.

Still, there was no hope in sight.

***

“Colonel, you can rest now. Isn’t it already the third day? Please go home.”

“I can’t do that.”

Directly under the control of the Uk ranian Expeditionary Force, the northern field ward of the Combat Medical Brigade.

The brigade’s medical officer scolded him with a troubled expression, but Bell Meyer answered firmly and headed for the bed where the gunshot wound was.

“As expected, the brigade commander.”

“You’re trying to save even one more person in this situation.”

“…… Do you guys see that as normal?”

The appearance of taking care of the wounded even while defying the dissuades of his subordinates, and caring more about the welfare of others than his own body, was indeed enough to be called an angel in white.

As a member of her combat duty brigade, her people who assisted her couldn’t help but look at her with worried eyes.

“I haven’t slept properly for three days. I fell asleep in the break room and woke up three hours later to work again.”

Bell Meyer’s aide added, clenching my fists. She was pushing her body to the limit for anyone to see.

Her eyes, which contained her intelligence and warmth, lost their vitality and died.

The smile that always grew when she met people from the same brigade had disappeared from her face.

Bell Meyer was not there. She was left with only a medical officer who was obsessed with maniacally treating patients, as if possessed by something of hers.

The medics had no choice but to look helplessly at Bell Mayer’s ruined appearance.

“Emergency patient! I’m from Stalin!!”

An additional patient just arrived from outside the field ward.

As soon as he heard the word ‘Stalina’, Bell Meyer, who was checking her medical supplies, raised her body in a fit of excitement. She then collided with a movable shelf in front of her and fell to the floor along with her shelf.

Her medical supplies were scattered on the floor, but Bell Meyer jumped up from her seat and moved towards her patient.

However, it didn’t take long for the momentary anticipation on her face to turn into her disappointment and despair.

He wasn’t the person Bell Meyer had been waiting for.

She quickly wiped the disappointment from her face and focused on her patient. At that time, the blue mana that spurted out strongly flowed into the affected area.

“Ah.”

“Brigadier General!!!”

Bell Meyer stumbled and collapsed on the spot at the ping and spinning ceremony.

“Duty!”

She shut her eyes helplessly in the sight of her thread breaking.

When Bell Meyer woke her up like that, she was in a private room in the field ward. She pulled herself up, grabbing her throbbing head.

Her mind was clouded like a fog. It had been a really long time since I felt this feeling.

The feeling of losing something really precious. Belle Meyer stared blankly in front of her, then she inadvertently checked the inside of her own arm.

Clearly drawn magic inscription.

For her suffering from dissociative amnesia, her Enoch Levandel engraved her own imprint with her own mana.

“…… Enoch.”

Only then was she able to pull one bright memory of her out of her fog-covered head.

From the time she heard of his warrior fact until now, it was the reason she wouldn’t fall asleep to become Bell Meyer.

Her memory problems, which she thought had been cured, were consuming her again.

“I miss you, where are you? Please show up like you always did.”

Left alone in the empty hospital room, Bell Meyer muttered as she crouched over her body like a frail girl.

“Enoch Levandel… ….”

What she can do.

In order not to forget her, she just spit out the name over and over again.