"The net-laying process on the three fallen stars has broken through ninety-seven percent, and one-third of the entire federation's troops have been smashed into it, and the imperial people hiding in the mountains have nothing to eat except synthetic meat, even if an idiot is replaced as the commander-in-chief, it is impossible to lose again, what am I going to do here?"
Zhong Shouhu turned sideways slightly, looking at the beautiful planet below the battleship, the dividing line between darkness and light was so obvious on the pale yellow planet, and every small spark that occasionally flashed in the hemisphere of the night actually meant a powerful explosion, I don't know how many of his sons and imperial enemies were killed in the process.
It is a very simple and light statement sentence, but it is natural and even somewhat justifiable to reveal a sense of pride and self-confidence, which stems from his experience of fighting the empire alone in the border of Xilin for more than ten years, from the careful preparations made by the federal military and him in the past year, and from the command arrangement that has been as profound as stepping on the sand in the past hundred days.
However, immediately afterward, behind the leather seat, he let out a sigh that was completely opposite to the previous moment: "I miss the red oil rat meat at the intersection a little." ” Victory in military operations, the Federation is already victorious, the supreme commander of the military has a faint sense of boredom in his chest, and said: "The princess of the empire is waiting for us on the nebula, but the crown prince of the Federation has begun to take off his clothes and go into battle shirtless, and you, with Xu Le, a guy who even I often find inexplicable, I seem to be looking forward to something that will happen in the future." ” Hearing these three words, Li Feng's eyes drooped slightly, thinking that Tai Zhiyuan was hiding his identity at the moment and taking risks fighting on the planet under his feet.
Mo Chou Houshan has always been good friends with the Li family in Philadelphia, and he has also met Tai Zhiyuan a few times, and some admire this character who has a different temperament from the ordinary family, according to the rumors circulating in the ground base, Major Yuan Zitai is currently commanding two joint battalions, and he is doing a very good job, but that guy's body seems to have been a little poor.
"Whether or not you can survive from the battlefield is mainly a matter of good luck."
Li Feng unexpectedly thought of what his grandfather said when he was very young.
Thinking of the deformed and iron-blooded life that began at the age of twelve, thinking of the thrilling scenes experienced on the battlefield and even the cold glance of death in the smoke of gunpowder, the young lieutenant colonel's big heart, which had always been fearless and violent, shrank suddenly.
Glacial pits, wasteland forests, so many stray bullets, so dense rubble, and endless wildfires don't know or care if you're a princess or a prince, a farmer-like recruit or a viper-like veteran.
No matter how amazing and brilliant the people are, they all have the possibility of dying miserably on the battlefield.
"The big waves can't make gold, and the natural elimination of life and death on the battlefield can truly welcome the final winner."
With the rotation of planet 163, the Federation battleship group slowly entered the dark sky dome area, the light of the stars was blocked by the planets, the surrounding space was transitioning from dark blue to heavy ink, and the shadow seeped in from the floor-to-ceiling porthole, covering all the body of Zhong Shouhu on the chair, and also casting a cold and strange taste on his words.
"The upper echelons of the federation have been paying attention to the secretary of Shen University in Mochou Houshan, and several outstanding successors of the seven families, but they don't understand that without experiencing the real battlefield, these young people will always have fatal flaws."
"I admire Lin Banshan, but this broken man is so free, and he only loves to live his chic life in Bermuda."
"Fortunately, there are other young people.
In the stale soil of the Federation, which is full of darkness and blood, it is really a wonderful thing that a few clean fruits like Xu Le, you, and Tai Zhiyuan can grow. ” "Maybe the history of mankind and the development of the Federation will still be as boring and dark as it has been for tens of thousands of years, but we must always believe that it is possible for the future to be clean, so that citizens who do not know the truth can walk more firmly."
"I agree with George Carlin, I hope that the future of the universe is for you clean young people, but sadly, I always seem to see that you will be as disgusting as I am in the future."
"This kind of breath is often associated with some nice nouns, such as responsibility, then you have to take care of the overall situation, you have to take care of the overall situation, you have to sacrifice the interests of a few, once you start this kind of sacrifice of active choice, you are no longer clean."
The self-sensing lights in the battleship's room slowly lit up, and Zhong Shouhu's lying white eyebrows showed a hint of self-deprecation, and said: "Little guy, I just want to remind you one sentence in the end, the future obtained by sacrificing others can only be a boring repetition without a future. ” Li Feng was silent for a moment, saluted seriously, and replied solemnly: "Commander, although I can't fully understand, I understand what I should do if I encounter this situation in the future. ” "The world is yours and ours, but at the end of the day it's the dog mongrel."
In the Luoyuezhou military camp, Lan Xiaolong held Qingshu with one hand and hooked the military armed belt around his waist with the other, looked at the apology notice on the front page of the electronic newspaper about a certain false news report on the front page of the electronic newspaper with a sneer, and read out such a sentence aloud in a chanting tone to express his deepest disdain for the boring politicians and reporters of the capital's star circle.
The members of the seventh group are training under the leadership of Xiong Linquan, and the charter bureau's task of laying the net has basically ended, and the Ministry of Defense has not issued the latest instructions to this small unit that is in the process of resting, so they cannot carry out training for their surnames, so they have to be diligent to the point of outrageously conducting arduous simulated battlefield retreat subject drills to ensure that they can survive a few more guys on the battlefield in the future.
In the shadows next to the training ground, the camera crew of the Venus Documentary Factory is still faithfully carrying out their work, shooting a huge amount of footage, and then editing and condensing it into just a few dozen minutes and sending it to the television screens of thousands of households.
Liu Jiao, who was forcibly discharged from the hospital and returned to the team, was lying in a hammock by the tree at this time to rest with his eyes closed, he was shot in the abdomen, and he was the key object of care in the seventh group, and Hou Xiandong sat on the medical box and followed inch by inch.
After hearing Lan Xiaolong's chanting, Liu Jiao opened his eyes and laughed bitterly, and the healing instrument that was clasped on his abdomen like a bowl rose and fell, as if he was about to ejaculate at any time.
Magnolia looked at him worriedly, worried about whether he would laugh out or break his bowels.
Xu Le sat on the military bench, seemingly reading an internal press release of the Guoke Company, but in fact, with the help of the central computer in his mind, he was combing the movements of the two white light spots, and at the same time caring about the movements of the federal military operations.
"Don't read Schiller's lines anymore, we can withstand it, but Liu Jiao can't stand it."
He raised his head and waved his hand to Lan Xiaolong, who was an actor in a stage play.
"Yo, I only know that our Chief Xu Le can sniff out the difference between the thirty-seven types of engine oil used in the series of mechas, and can touch the chest size of all the girls in the splendid nightclub with one hand."
Lan Xiaolong was full of scratches, and said bitterly: "Hey, I didn't think that you were still a literary young man, and you actually knew that this was Master Schiller's line, why did you show it off in front of your brother's master's student."
The Chrysanthemum Night Market was beaten en masse, followed by Xu Le's news incident, and it was no longer convenient for the Seventh Group to go out and run rampant in the streets, and the officers and soldiers were confined in the barracks, and they were already holding back a little anger.
Listening to Lan Xiaolong's mocking words, Xu Le was not angry, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I have told you many times, my master has read a lot of liberal arts books, and I have a belly of cultural literacy, but you don't believe it." ” With that, he stood up, patted his buttocks, walked into his office, opened his workbench, and began his usual routine of receiving mail from the Capital Circle.
The first email came from Shang Qiu, she introduced the current development progress of the Shell Engineering Department on loading the booster system on the X mecha, and at the same time asked how it felt to use the X that all the colleagues in the Engineering Department had specially tuned for Xu Le in the recent battle.
Xu Le only wrote the word thank you in the email he replied to, and then stopped, a wry smile flashed on his face.
During these months of fighting, he never had the opportunity to use a mech, where can he talk about what he felt At the end of the email, Shang Qiu seriously mentioned that it might be not long before she would bring a test team to the Xilin front in person.
Thinking of the ubiquitous death on the front line, Xu Le's eyebrows were slightly heavy, a little worried, and suddenly thought that before the last launch mission on 3320, there was no name of Shang Qiu in his last words, and he was really ashamed that the second email came from Jian Shui'er, she said in the letter that she sent him a gift, so that he could remember to sign and keep it confidential, as for the mailing process, Yunyun did not need to worry, it was in the name of his family in Philadelphia, presumably the military would treat it carefully.
Xu Le was stunned, he didn't understand what kind of gift it was, he actually wanted to occupy the tense military material delivery channel, and let Jian Shui'er be willing to invoke the authoritative position of the Li family in Philadelphia.
Puzzled, he went to an email to inquire seriously, and after dealing with the matters at hand, he walked out of the barracks, whispered a few words to Magnolia, and drove out of the barracks in a black car.
At the gate of the barracks, the black car was stopped by the team members who had just finished a round of brutal training, and several team members said excitedly: "Boss, the camera crew said just now that the third episode will be released next week, don't forget to watch it then." ” The most important event in the current federation is, of course, the war on the Xilin front, and for hundreds of millions of people, the most real embodiment of this important historical event, the specific object they are most concerned about, is the documentary called Group 7, this documentary only played two episodes, and it triggered a frenzy of viewing in the federation, presumably as soon as the third episode comes out, there will be a spectacular scene of countless TV light curtains becoming the same picture.
Xu Le was slightly stunned, thinking that it seemed to be a little earlier than the news channel preview, could it be related to the news event a few days ago Lan Xiaolong squeezed into the crowd and asked loudly, "Where do you want to go and play alone with me?"
” Xu Le glanced at him and replied honestly, "I'm going to see the rabbit on Wei Er Road." ” Lan Xiaolong's face darkened slightly, and he gasped and said, "I don't discriminate against people with the same surname, but you are shouting out so openly and brightly, isn't it a little too arrogant and shameless?"
He immediately turned away from the black car and complained, "This is the future of the fucking focus of the Federation" To be continued: