Translator: H2dH2mr Editor: H2dH2mr "Yes, it's really been a long time. It's been almost 17 years!" The marshal's face was full of nostalgia. Ling Xiao had been a peerless prodigy he had personally groomed, and had once been his pride. When he had first heard the news of Ling Xiao's death, he had truly been overcome with grief.
"Ling Xiao, this time, you've returned without a hitch. The military has promised to hold a press conference to announce your return. Also, congratulations on officially becoming the ninth general of our Federation. This is the honour and status you deserve! " The marshal was filled with mixed feelings. After patting Ling Xiao on the shoulder, he sat down on the single-seater sofa at the side, and gestured for Ling Xiao to sit down and talk.
"Thank you for your kindness, Marshal!" Ling Xiao smiled faintly, and then sat down on the sofa at the side. He did not appear arrogant or conceited because of his elevated status. This was a strong contrast to his youthful appearance, and the marshal nodded silently to himself. The more he looked at him, the more satisfied he was.
Ling Xiao's 17 years of hard work had not been in vain. It had made Ling Xiao appear calm and steady. Sitting in the high position of general, he was worthy of respect.
"About your arrangements... that 7th Army, after all, has been rebuilt for more than 10 years. All aspects of the army have matured, and are not suitable for major adjustments." The marshal spoke rather carefully. He knew very well what the 7th Army meant to Ling Xiao. However, things had changed with the passage of time, and there was no longer a place for Ling Xiao in the 7th Army.
"How does the military intend to arrange for me?" Ling Xiao was not as concerned as the marshal thought, only asking calmly about the military's arrangements for him.
"The military is preparing to transfer some soldiers from each army to form the 23rd Army Corps. This year's recruits will be prioritised for the 23rd Army Corps, and you, Ling Xiao, will be the sole commander of the 23rd Army Corps. You will be free to choose your deputies from each army corps."
The marshal explained the military's arrangements for him. Since Ling Xiao had become the ninth general of the Federation, he naturally had to be allowed to lead the army independently. However, each army corps currently had their own commander, and unless there was a major mistake, the highest commander of the army corps would not be easily swapped out. In the end, the military decided to set up a new army group, which Ling Xiao would be in charge of. In order to appease Ling Xiao, they even gave him some preferential treatment and privileges.
"That's fine too!" Ling Xiao felt that this arrangement was not bad. Although the 7th Army Group did indeed have a different meaning to him, the meaning was not in the name of the 7th Army Group, but in the brothers and sisters of the group.
Seventeen years was enough time for everything to change. Although the seventh army still retained its name, those comrades who had gone through thick and thin with him were no longer around. Thus, it did not really matter whether he went to the seventh army or not.
However, Ling Xiao would not reveal his true thoughts. Only by letting the people in the military think that they had wronged him, Ling Xiao, would he be able to make some outrageous demands.
"What other requests do you have? As long as I can do it, I will definitely do it for you. "As expected by Ling Xiao, the First Marshal was the first to fall for the trap.
Ling Xiao was silent for a moment, and then said, "I want to know everything that has happened between my wife Lan Luofeng and Ling Lan in these past seventeen years. I want to make up for the missing seventeen years."
The First Marshal looked deeply at Ling Xiao and sighed. He had the confidential staff officer beside him bring over a file he had already prepared. Actually, when he had found out that Ling Xiao was still alive and on his way back, he had already prepared this file. Knowing Ling Xiao well, he knew that Ling Xiao would definitely ask him for this file.
Taking the file from the confidential staff officer, a flash of excitement passed through Ling Xiao's eyes. He composed himself and then reached out to take the file.
Ling Xiao eagerly opened the file and first skimmed through every little detail of Lan Luofeng's past seventeen years. Because Lan Luofeng had always been cooped up at home, there wasn't much content. Ling Xiao quickly finished reading the file.
When Ling Xiao picked up Ling Lan's file, he took a deep breath and then flipped open the file on Ling Lan. The first thing that caught his eye was a scout photo of Ling Lan when he was 13 years old. He was wearing a red scout uniform, which made him look very handsome. He had a stern little face, looking like a little adult who didn't smile much. His unapproachable manner made Ling Xiao feel that he was very cute.
Was this his son Ling Lan? It was definitely a combination of his and Lan Luofeng's strengths! Ling Xiao instantly became a twenty-four filial piety father. Why was his child so outstanding?
He flipped to the next page in a good mood. It began to introduce everything that had happened to Ling Lan from the time of his birth. When he saw that the Ling family had tried to encroach on Ling Lan's right to inherit his military glory, his gaze turned cold. He had been worried that these greedy clansmen would bring trouble to Lan Luofeng and her son. He hadn't expected them to be so greedy, actually trying to steal what he had left for his child. He had to teach them a lesson.
Then, he saw that Lan Luofeng had used both the military and the government to chase the entire Ling family out of Doha. He couldn't help but smile. He knew that Lan Luofeng wasn't as weak as she appeared.
However, his good mood soon vanished, because he saw that Ling Lan had been assassinated on his first day of school. Not only that, even Ling Lan's loyalists had turned traitor... reading up to this point, Ling Xiao almost exploded with rage. He decided that when he returned this time, he would thoroughly clean up the Ling family loyalists. He would definitely not allow danger to lurk around Ling Lan.
However, the information that followed slowly calmed Ling Xiao's rage. When he saw that at every ranking tournament, Ling Lan would always automatically admit defeat at the last moment, clearly stronger than the other students of the same grade, but unwilling to stand out, in the end becoming the uncrowned king of his grade, all sorts of feelings welled up in Ling Xiao's heart. The path his son had chosen to walk was different from his own. He had always been the strongest, always the focus of everyone's attention, while Ling Lan had chosen to hide. However, his concealment methods were somewhat crude, so anyone with a keen eye would be able to see through him.
The information was filled with Ling Lan's glorious achievements in the Scout Academy. When he saw that the grand armed melee, which had been sealed away for a hundred years, had actually been successfully initiated by Ling Lan, he was instantly filled with pride! This was his son, Ling Lan!
Ling Xiao's excitement and pride only lasted until this point. The next line of content made his face turn pale.
Unexpectedly, during the grand armed melee, an enemy spy had infiltrated the academy, disguised as a teacher, and attempted to kill Ling Lan. Fortunately, Ling Lan had been rescued by the strong Mu Shui-qing, who was suspected to have reached the god-realm. Even so, Ling Lan had already been heavily injured, his body almost destroyed.
"Damn it!" Ling Xiao was enraged. His fingers tightened, and the piece of paper he had been holding was instantly reduced to dust, scattering into the air.
This time, Ling Xiao regained his composure. He stared at the disappearing piece of paper with heartache. D * mmit, he still had some things he had not seen...
Ling Xiao could only helplessly skip to the next page, but found that it was already gone...
"Marshal, my son Ling Lan was heavily injured when he was 13 years old. What happened after that?" Ling Xiao was anxious, wanting to know about Ling Lan's current situation, so he opened his mouth to ask the marshal.
Hearing Ling Xiao's question, the marshal knew that Ling Xiao must not have seen the rest of the information, so he replied, "Because Ling Lan's injuries were too severe, after a professional doctor's diagnosis, he would need to recuperate for three to four years to fully recover from his injuries. During this time, he would not be able to engage in any vigorous exercise, or else it would add to his injuries, possibly leaving behind permanent damage to his body."
At this point, the marshal felt rather awkward. No matter what, Ling Lan had been assassinated in the academy — they, the academy graduates, were all responsible for it. He motioned for his confidential secretary to light him a cigarette, and then continued, "In view of this situation, Ling Lan decided to take a break from school for three years to recuperate at home. He would only return to the Scout Academy for the final assessment in the final year to apply for the various academies."
"That is to say, his body has recovered by now?" Ling Xiao's eyes were filled with anticipation.
The marshal took a deep drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled. "No! According to the latest news, Ling Lan's injuries were too severe. Three years is not enough time for him to fully recover. The doctor's diagnosis is that he will need at least one more year before there is any possibility of recovery. "
Ling Xiao's entire face turned cold. His lips were pursed tightly, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles creaked under the pressure...
The marshal continued, "A few days ago, your son Ling Lan applied for the various academies. As you know, the military academies have extremely strict requirements, especially in the first year. The emphasis is on physical training — students who do not meet the requirements will be expelled. I don't know which academy Ling Lan will choose to apply for in the end, but I don't think he will apply for any of those military academies. "
"Can you check now?" Ling Xiao asked.
The marshal looked at his confidential staff officer, who immediately nodded and said, "Marshal, I can check now."
Ling Xiao did not look at the staff officer, but stared intently at the marshal, waiting for the marshal's reply.
"I really have to hand it to you, still so stubborn!" Ling Xiao's attitude of not leaving without knowing the results made the marshal shake his head helplessly. He could only have his confidential staff officer go check on Ling Lan's final application results.
Very soon, the staff officer returned. His expression was extremely strange as he glanced at Ling Xiao, hesitating to speak. However, he still remembered his status and held back from saying anything, handing the information he had found to Ling Xiao.
"What, Ling Lan actually applied for the Windchaser Mecha Maintenance Academy on planet Luminous Yellow? What kind of academy is this? Why haven't I heard of it before? " Ling Xiao was dumbfounded by the information before him. Even if Ling Lan could not apply for a military academy, the Federation still had many well-known public comprehensive academies for Ling Lan to choose from.
"That's a private academy, grade F," the staff officer explained in a low voice. Grade F was the lowest grade academy, and there were almost no academies worse than this one. When he had first seen this information, he had also been shocked, so he had specially looked up the relevant information and grade of the Windchaser Mecha Maintenance Academy.
"Ha, the son of I, Ling Xiao, actually fell so low as to enter a grade F private academy... Marshal, I think you should give me an explanation." Ling Xiao had been dealt a terrible blow by this news. He was no longer as respectful as he had been at the start, and his words were no longer polite. Some people and some things were his reverse scale, and he would never allow anyone to touch them. Lan Luofeng was one in the past, and now Ling Lan was one as well.
The marshal naturally did not mind this. In fact, this was also because Ling Xiao treated him as a caring elder, which was why he had been so direct. He rubbed the space between his brows in distress, unsure of what to do.
When he had seen the staff officer walk in with a conflicted expression, he had known that things were not going well. He had not expected it to be true.
"Then tell me, what do you want to do?" He indeed owed Ling Xiao too much, so the marshal could not refuse.
"I want my son to enroll in the Federation's First Men's Military Academy!" Ling Xiao said resolutely. In his heart, only that place had the right to enroll his son there.
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