Captain Harris watched Helen's reaction, changing the subject. He was probing what Helen was interested in. But Helen had the same reaction to every story. She was expressionless the whole time. Harris thought his talk was uninteresting. All Harris could talk about was his hobby of cultivating roses, and the history and strategy of war he had learned at West Point. The story of the Argo expedition might have been of great interest to Helen, but Harris had made no contribution whatsoever.
Captain Harris remembered what conversations Roberts had when he was courting women. Roberts entertained the women by talking about the weather and other trivial topics. A light joke, a bit of a lascivious adult joke. But Harris couldn't think of such a joke, and if he did, he was too embarrassed to say it. Come to think of it, Harris had never made anyone laugh with a joke since he was a child.
Desperate, Harris muttered. Helen was expressionless, but she didn't look down on him. It was a relief for Harris.
To be honest, Harris didn't care. Harris was happy to be in the same room as Helen, breathing the same air as Helen, spending the same time with Helen. Harris was satisfied with just seeing Helen's beauty.
It would have been nice if this blissful moment lasted forever, but Harris heard gunshots in the distance.
Captain Harris was annoyed at being disturbed, but as a soldier, he knew instantly that something had happened that he could not ignore.
"Excuse me."
Harris tried to leave the room. At that time, Helen said "...Coming".
Harris looked at Helen in surprise. Helen's eyes and mouth were half-open, with an ecstatic expression on her face.
"What did you say?" Harris asked Helen.
"He is coming."
"Who is he?"
"My master... my master can come... come pick me up..."
Hawk Galloway's wrinkle-free blue uniform was completely disfigured and stained red with the blood of the enemy.Galloway was the chief of artillery, and normally his job was to give orders to fire the cannons, but his cannons were in Sacramento with the Argo. He faced the attacking centaurs with his saber.
Meanwhile, Sergeant Paul Reisman was fighting back with a machine gun. Riseman was excited by the long-awaited battle. He was intoxicated by the rattling sound of gunshots, exploding shells, recoil, and the pungent smell of gunpowder.
Galloway and Reisman were polar opposites in personality, but both appreciated each other's bravery in battle.
"Don't flinch. Learn from Galloway!" one shouted to his men. The other encouraged his subordinates, saying, "No need for mercy. Defeat the enemy like Riseman!"
Due to the hooves of the centaurs running around in the narrow space, the battlefield was covered with dust and visibility was extremely poor.
After resetting the bandoliers, Riseman tried to figure out how many enemies were left. "Too much. It would take forever."
Riseman saw a yellow double triangle flag fluttering in the wind over the dust cloud. The flag featured a saber-raised arm and a Sagittarius crest with a bow. It resembled the American military flag, but had "JC" written on it instead of "US".
Under the flag, there was a centaur of general rank. No, on closer inspection, it was a man on a horse. The man had long hair down to his shoulders and wore a cavalry uniform that had turned mulberry-color from the blood it sucked.
Riseman groaned. "Who is he?"
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The Argo Goes West
Ciencia FicciónIn 1900, creatures from Greek myth began to invade America, where the frontier line had disappeared. Theodore Roosevelt builds the Argo, a battle train and heads to the west where monsters await!
