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Chapter 1019 Ace Killer Cardwell (Part 1)

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    The long whistle sounded, and a regular liner traveling between Cardiff, Wales, and the port of Cork, Ireland was about to retract its gangway, unmoor and set sail.  At this moment, a six-wheel truck painted with a clover military emblem drove into the dock at high speed. In full view, it made an extremely gorgeous tail flick and stopped four or five meters away from the gangway entrance.  "Wait! Wait!" More than a dozen soldiers on the truck shouted loudly as they flew out of the truck. They were seen carrying their luggage and rushing up the gangway, almost squeezing the man checking tickets at the gangway entrance.  Gotta fall into the sea.  After boarding the deck, the leading young petty officer put his luggage at his feet, put his hands on his hips, and took a deep breath: "Thank God, I finally caught up! If I were a few minutes later, I would have to take the afternoon liner and get home tomorrow morning. It was a waste of time."  A wonderful night." The soldier following behind joked: "Ha, when I think of my newlywed wife, our 'Ace Killer' really wants to go home! The racing he just did is enough to join the first-class road racing competition.  The ranks of drivers!¡± The soldier who was following closely approached: ¡°Yes, it is definitely the top level of the first-class road racing competition! However, if we were driving in Cork Port just now, our ¡®ace killer¡¯ might have been killed.  The military police stopped us and gave us a good beating!" Another soldier interrupted: "Nonsense! Even if the military police stopped our car, they would definitely salute and let us go when they saw the medal on the chest of our handsome driver!  "Come on!" the leading young noncommissioned officer laughed, "The drink last night wasn't enough to stop your mouths?" This group of young soldiers talked and laughed, attracting the attention of many passengers.  Although they didn't know what the "Ace Killer" the soldiers were referring to specifically, they couldn't help but stand in awe when they saw the golden clover medal on the chest of the leading young noncommissioned officer. It was the highest praise for outstanding military merit, which meant  With honor, prestige and generous lifelong benefits!  After a while, a middle-aged man dressed as a captain hurried up to them. After understanding the situation in detail, he took the initiative to give up his lounge to these special passengers who did not need to purchase tickets but did not have designated seats.  "Thank you very much, Mr. Captain!" the leading young noncommissioned officer shook hands with him and said in a very decent language, "Your generosity has given a group of people who have just returned from the battlefield and are very exhausted physically and mentally a short but valuable time."  "The captain responded politely: "It is a great honor for me and the whole team of the 'Derry City' to serve the soldiers. In fact, if you can leave your name, let us remember this.  We will be very proud of this meaningful voyage!" "You are too modest." The leading young noncommissioned officer paused, "Sergeant Gareth Caldwell, currently serving in the 1st Armored Corps of the New United Kingdom.  "Regiment, these are all good guys who belong to the same company as me." Captain "Gareth Caldwell" repeated softly while trying to search for this name in his memory.  Just like the media trend brought about by the Olympic Games and the World Football Champions Cup, which are held every four years, since the signing of the armistice agreement, the heroic deeds and combat stories of the officers and soldiers of the New Olympic Alliance have quickly become the hottest sections of the new United Kingdom's large and small media.  After a moment, the captain suddenly raised his voice: "Ah, you are Gareth Cadwell, the 'ace tank commander' on the Italian battlefield!" The leading young noncommissioned officer laughed shyly.  The captain remembered correctly. In the just-concluded "Street Corner War" (the special name given by the New United Kingdom media to the new Austrian-Italian War), Sergeant Gareth Caldwell led the crew to destroy 9 Italian vehicles.  He became the tank commander with the highest record in the New Austrian Allied Forces, and thus won the title of "Ace Tank Commander"/"Ace Tank Killer" of the Allied Forces. He also received the Golden Shamrock Medal issued by the New United Kingdom.  and the Military Order of Knight Maria-Theresa from the Austro-Hungarian Empire.  Objectively speaking, the number of tanks put into the battlefield by the Italian army is not large. Their protective capabilities are mediocre and they are easy targets to be destroyed on the battlefield.  If the aviation forces of the New United Kingdom and the Austro-Hungarian Empire had not performed so well, the performance of the commanders should be more than this. The captain magically took out a small notebook and a pen, and then handed them to the young and handsome man in front of him.  War hero: "My daughter admires soldiers very much. She asked me to say that if one day I meet a hero like you on a ship, I must ask you for a personal message. Of course, uh, if I can get your signature  If you take a photo, she will be happy." Cardwell lowered his head and touched his nose: "Sorry, I don't have a decent photo with me, so I will write a message to her!" "Doria!" the captain replied.  Said, "Doria Cairney, 15 years old this year!"I took over the notebook and pen, thinking and writing: "To Miss Doria Kaney: Thanks to your love and support, we can face all enemies fearlessly. I wish you health, happiness, warmth,  Luck is always with you! "Speaker: Sergeant Gareth Cardwell of the 1st Armored Regiment of the New United Kingdom Army" After finishing writing, Cardwell closed the book with a smile and handed it back to the captain along with the pen.  The captain happily put away his notebook and pen, and then personally led the soldiers to the captain's lounge.  After settling the group of people, he suddenly remembered and said: "At this point, you probably haven't had lunch yet, right? It doesn't matter, I will ask the chef to deliver the meals to the room in a while. Although our liner usually only serves light meals,  But the chicken sandwiches and steak burgers made by the chef taste great. Even the restaurant in Limerick may not be able to make such a good taste!" "You are such a good person!" Cardwell said, "We really didn't have time!  For lunch, please give us a sandwich, a burger, a glass of juice or water, and please make sure we buy it at the original price. This is the discipline and code we must abide by." The captain thought for a while: "Okay, let's do that.  Just charge the food and beverage fee according to the price on the liner. Our chef knows that he is serving the heroes and will definitely show his best." It was not easy to send off the overly enthusiastic captain.  , Caldwell put one hand on his hips and scratched his head with the other. He turned around and looked at his colleagues. These guys had occupied the bed, sofa, chair, and carpet. The fastest ones were actually taking off their clothes and taking a shower.  Caldwell joked: "Hey you heartless bugs, at least leave a good place for me!" The guy occupying the bed joked: "Your good place is not here, just like your heart is not here either.  ! However, Mr. Sergeant, for the sake of using your bonus to treat us to a liner sandwich, we can temporarily make a place for you to sleep. After all, you must not be in the mood to sleep tonight." Everyone laughed.  .  Behind the laughter is the expedition's deep longing for home and family.  Although the New Austria-Italy War lasted only a short time, long before the war broke out, as the sharpest sword of the New United Kingdom Army, the armored forces had already been intensively preparing for war training.  The soldiers present last took leave from the camp three or four months ago. Especially for a young man like Cardwell, who was newly married, the thought of him for more than a hundred days and nights was enough to be described as "love like a tide."  About twenty minutes later, the captain appeared again, bringing several chefs, helpers, waiters, and a cart full of food, juice, coffee, and tea.  The captain's lounge originally felt quite spacious, but now it almost looked like a sardine can.  Fortunately, the armored soldiers have long been accustomed to this kind of crowded environment. They are already hungry, and their attention is completely attracted by the chicken sandwiches, steak-flavored hamburgers and delicious juices, and they don't care about the eyes of onlookers.  Caldwell honestly took out his wallet and paid for the brothers¡¯ class meal.  The waiter who collected the money roughly counted the bills and asked curiously: "Have you just come back from Italy recently? What do you think of pasta and Italian red wine?" "Uh" Cardwell shrugged, "To be honest, we  Most of the time, I ate field rations produced by the Limerick Food Factory, or Austrian sausages, Hungarian cheese, and fish floss produced in the seaside areas provided by the allies of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. There was really no pasta or Italian red wine.  "Have tasted it." Another young cook interjected: "Then why did you board the ship at Cardiff Port? Are you going to Wales for sightseeing or on a mission?" This question made Cardwell feel embarrassed.  After the war, the new United Kingdom troops sent to the Italian front began their return home in batches.  The 1st Armored Regiment to which Cardwell and his colleagues belonged first withdrew from the Italian front to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and then transported by rail, transited through Germany and France, and arrived at the port of Le Havre on the coast of the English Channel. Personnel and equipment were shipped by ship.  .  Ordinary soldiers and low-ranking officers thought that they would return directly to their base in Ireland by boat. However, what surprised them was that after crossing the channel, they landed at Cardiff Port in Wales.     why is that?  Caldwell was also curious about the answer to the question. There were various speculations among his colleagues in private. The most logical one was that the new United Kingdom was preparing to join forces with the Kingdom of England to teach Scotland a lesson.  "Cardwell certainly couldn't tell the crew in front of him this unproven view that might have a huge negative impact.  In fact, after all members of the 1st Armored Regiment landed in Cardiff, they were stationed at Thane Barracks dozens of kilometers away.  After the equipment arrives and is deployed, low-level officers andSoldiers and officers began to be allowed to take leave, but it was not a normal family leave, but a one-week special leave. Mid-level and senior officers did not have this benefit.  (End of this chapter)
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