"Hey, no need to say thank you," Ye Fei felt embarrassed instead. "I’m just telling the truth. I’ve come to know..."
She hesitated for a moment, then pondered, "Sister Fu, has anyone ever told you that you’re special?"
Ye Fei’s face turned red. "The special I’m talking about isn’t the kind men see in you."
At this, Ye Fei’s face went even redder, realizing she’d been teased, feeling both embarrassed and happy. Only after she sat down in front of Lin Fu with her personal terminal did she say with enthusiasm, "The special I mean is, do you think we female soldiers should receive more care?"
"Something like that!"
"Do you think you should receive special care?"
Lin Fu immediately shook her head. "Of course not."
"So there you go!" Ye Fei spread her hands. "Although I’m a female soldier and a non-combat logistics soldier, we’re all the same. We just have different responsibilities. Now it’s the interstellar era, and women are just as powerful as men. The Cosmic Fleet has female commanders, the Guardian Duke’s ranks include duchesses like Celia, and in the history of the Empire, there have been powerful Empresses, and the Royal Family’s princesses have the right of succession too."
"Are you trying to tell me that I shouldn’t feel upset about the humiliation our fellow female soldiers endured?"
"Yes," Ye Fei said seriously. "It’s definitely a shame, but they would only blame themselves for not being strong enough in battle, for falling into enemy hands. Any Imperial Soldier knows well the kind of torture they would face if captured by the enemy. Isn’t that normal?"
Lin Fu came to realize that her thinking was still stuck in the time of Ancient Earth in the Europe of the 21st century, which was why she couldn’t accept witnessing something like that.
But for Ye Fei and the others, their starting point was different.
Heartache? Discomfort? Shame? Drowning in sorrow?
They wouldn’t feel any of these as long as they were alive; they would seek vengeance without hesitation. Those who died were simply considered sacrifices.
This line of thought was undoubtedly that of the strong; the weak could not foster such a mindset.
Lin Fu felt happy for the true rise of women.
"This is the battlefield."
She told herself in her heart.
After understanding this, Lin Fu ate something casually and found a place to sleep. It had been forty-eight hours since the forced landing, and she hadn’t rested at all in between.
Ye Fei stepped out lightly and saw Xu Jinglan standing to the side, arms crossed, keeping watch.
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"Did you report the reserve supplies and ammunition weapons?"
"No," Ye Fei shook her head.
"You should report to Ivan. He was the deputy squad leader of Lin Fu’s original squad at the Land War Academy, and in their squad, these matters were handled by Ivan."
Ye Fei gave a thumbs-up gesture and left.
The team was now large; thanks to Lin Fu’s timely rescue mission, their Elbert group only had six seriously injured members and no deaths. But all types of reserves were running low, and the condition of these six wounded was also very critical, hindering their journey.
They could only hope that the other rescue teams would return safely before Lin Fu had rested well.
When the team set off for the small Star Port on the shadow side, any students who were unable to rejoin were essentially being given up on.
Lin Fu slept very deeply, but when she woke up, she realized it had only been four hours. It was pitch dark outside, with only the camp lights shining. There were voices accompanying the whooshing cold wind.
She listened attentively, the first thing she heard was breathing.
Judging by the frequency, it was Xu Jinglan.
"Awake?" Xu Jinglan came in from outside.
"Have you been keeping watch all along?" Lin Fu asked, surprised and a bit embarrassed.
"Yes! Someone had to watch over you while you slept."