There were not many officers who came to Ze Qiu's military spaceport to participate in the small welcoming ceremony. Xu Le stood below the stage and looked at the soldiers through his sunglasses. He thought that compared to the momentum created on the West Woods administrative planet, the officers on this planet did not seem to care much about the victory concert. The frontline command headquarters actually only sent a major general …
Most of the Federal Army stationed in the southern hemisphere of planet 5460 were directly subordinate troops of the West Woods military district. There were only two divisions of troops from the capital ring who came to participate in the rotational battle. The frontline command headquarters led the military operations of the entire planet, so at least one lieutenant general was available.
Xu Le did not think that this was the military ignoring the performance team. Instead, he thought that the generals in the headquarters were probably busy with something important.
The aftermath of the news could not be calmed down. Although this was the absolute frontier and absolute frontline, the soldiers still knew of Xu Le's existence through the television and the Internet. The soldiers in the formation listened to the unoriginal welcome speech on the rostrum and looked at the national girl on the stage excitedly. Many of them also looked at Xu Le curiously.
This young man who didn't seem to have any abnormalities was that guy from the legends?
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The sunglasses covered Xu Le's eyes. He did not care about the strange looks around him. Under the cover of the sunglasses, no one knew that he, who was silent with his hands behind his back, was actually having a direct communication with a great being.
A faint light appeared in his left eye. The old man did not seem to like to appear in his mind with the face of the old butler. Instead, he used the light talismans to communicate with him directly.
"I think this is a big deal, but I don't know when the Department of Defense will tell the truth about the mission." Xu Le thought in his mind. "I'm carrying out a military mission. If … something really happens to the concert, you have to help me. I can't let anything happen to Jian Shui'er. "
The Glory Of The Charter was an invisible existence, but in his left eye, rows of characters could be seen with the naked eye. A row of characters flashed. "The electronic monitoring network in the northern hemisphere has been completely destroyed. Less than two percent is left. It is unable to support the overall monitoring calculation. The southern hemisphere is 47 percent complete. The overall monitoring calculation can be attempted. "
"Can I know what the DOD is doing in secret?"
"You don't have the authority in this area, but I think you will receive a new mission soon."
Xu Le understood what he meant. He stood silently in the sunshine of Ze Qiu Airport. According to the old man, as long as he stayed in the southern hemisphere, he could protect himself and Jian Shui'er no matter what the people of the Empire in the north did or what the Department of National Defense secretly planned.
After the simple welcome ceremony, the concert team left Zeqiu Airport with the guidance vehicle and military police sent by the frontline command and headed north.
The further north they went, the hotter they felt. The clear sky outside the black car seemed like it could burn up at any time. Jian Shui'er sat in the back with her eyes wide open. She looked at the wreckage of fighter jets that could often be seen on both sides of the road and the armored vehicles that had been burned into black soil. Her clear eyes did not burn, but there was a faint sadness in them.
In the following journey, Jian Shui'er, accompanied by military officials, came to the third hospital of the planet to visit the wounded soldiers who were receiving treatment. The soldiers who were seriously injured on the battlefield would be transported back to the main planet of the West Woods for treatment. But because of the limited transport capacity, a large number of the wounded were still receiving treatment on the spot. They would be transferred after their condition stabilized.
In the intensive care ward of the sterile space on the second floor, there were many soldiers who were permanently disabled. Some of them had their legs blown off by anti-infantry mines, some of them had their arms cut off by high-speed rotating bullets scattered by the Empire mecha, and some of them had most of their skin burned by the incendiary bombs dropped from the sky.
Jian Shui'er, who was wearing a light blue sterile suit, did not just say a few words of encouragement to the soldiers and leave the hospital. Instead, she sat quietly beside the bed and began to talk to the seriously injured soldiers.
The national girl came to his side. Her clear voice was filled with sunshine, bringing warmth and comfort to these soldiers who had suffered heavy blows. The gloomy and even somewhat desperate atmosphere in the ward changed a lot because of her arrival.
Jian Shui'er softly sang a song for them. She turned her head and said cutely, "I'm so useless."
When he said this, even the Second Lieutenant who had 70% of his burn area laughed. It was just that his heavily injured face hadn't had time to undergo skin grafting and muscle regeneration surgery, so he looked abnormally terrifying. Especially when he laughed, one could actually see the pink muscle fibers on his left cheek and the white teeth that were exposed in the air.
Not everyone dared to look at this face. Most of the team members who came to visit the wounded stayed away from this bed. Sister Tong had a look of pity on her face as she quietly stood behind.
Only Jian Shui'er sat beside him, and Xu Le stood behind her.
Xu Le watched silently. He did not know how many people he had killed in his life and how many bloody and cruel scenes he had seen. But when he looked at a severely burned soldier, he still felt cold and numb in his heart.
However, he did not see a trace of disgust or disgust on Jian Shui'er's pink cheeks. What impressed him even more was that the national girl did not show any expression of pity. She just smiled cutely, as if the burned soldier on the bed was an extremely ordinary person.
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Not far behind the Third Military Hospital was the graveyard. After the news reporter finished filming the scene of Jian Shui'er offering flowers to the heroes' cemetery, he was politely asked to leave. In the green grassland, Xu Le walked slowly with Jian Shui'er. He saw that the girl's eyes were already wet.
For decades, in order to resist the invasion of the Empire, countless young and hot-blooded people had been buried here. Only close to four thousand of these soldiers were buried in this cemetery. However, as far as the eye could see, all one could see were black tombstones in the gentle green grassland. They didn't seem like lush trees, but rather like black gems scattered throughout the grassland.
Looking at this scene, there was no fear of death in the hearts of the two of them. There was only a faint sadness and respect.
Jian Shui'er turned around. Her big eyes were full of a strong smile and tears that she had not had time to wipe away. She said, "Many people died for victory. If we do something for this, it is very reasonable, right?"
"Yes, so you have to hold a victory concert."
It was not as simple as a concert. Although the old man insisted on maintaining his authority and did not tell Xu Le the top secret military information, he was sure that his deduction would not be wrong through his own observations these days.
Leaving the hospital and the cemetery, he entered the frontline military camp. Looking at the multi-level automatic farms watered by water droplets and listening to the sounds of cards in the barracks around him that were filled with West Woods accents, Xu Le was slightly stunned. He felt as if he had returned to the training base. The sun here was so bright that he really did not feel the tension of an impending war.
Turning around the barracks, there were countless soldiers on the field undergoing close combat training under the scorching sun. Battle cries shook the sky. Although armed infantrymen rarely had the chance to meet the Empire's soldiers, the soldiers of the Federation had never forgotten the bloodlust that close combat training could bring to them.
The camouflage military uniforms had long been rubbed by the dirt and stones. The soldiers' bodies fell heavily on the hard ground, and then they climbed up resolutely. The battle cries and the orderly landing of the soldiers soared into the sky. It was so exciting that the people in the convoy were thirsty.
The earth trembled slightly. Seven black M52 mechas walked out from behind the barracks. The heavy mechas towered over the canopy of the trees. They moved silently in the wind, as if they were returning home.
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Xu Le finally smiled when he saw this scene. Being on the frontline, he could truly confirm that he was indeed very used to this kind of battlefield atmosphere. Even his body was beginning to itch.
Jian Shui'er in the back saw the sunny smile on his face. Thinking that the Ministry of Defence would probably not hand over the mission to Group 7 until after the concert, she asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"
Xu Le smiled, revealing a mouth full of healthy white teeth. He said, "I'm thinking that no matter what might happen at the concert, no matter what the Ministry of Defence wants me to do. But if those Empire people really dare to come to the south, this young master will definitely make them regret it a little. "
The convoy entered the base. The MX mecha that had been closely guarded was transferred into the heavily guarded warehouse. The concert was set for two days later. The relevant technical installation and rehearsals would begin tonight.
The concert broadcast organization had already arrived at Planet 5460 ten days ago. The concert stage had already been set up. All that was left was for the engineers in Jian Shui'er's team to perform the final adjustments.
Of course, the broadcast organization for the victory concert could only be the Federation Television Station. From the age of twelve, Jian Shui'er had cooperated with the Federation Television Station for all of her drama interviews and concert broadcasts. The two parties had cooperated countless times and were already very familiar with each other.
Xu Le stood behind Jian Shui'er. Seeing her smiling and greeting every staff member of the television station with a friendly and cute smile, an inexplicable sense of pride welled up in his heart. This was the uncle's daughter, the dream lover of his adolescence. She was indeed worthy of his love.
However, no one noticed that at the side of the concert venue, the pulse balancing system of the high-power signal relay station had a momentary imbalance. It seemed that some kind of external signal was invading.
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"It's a pity that we can't go and see the grand scene of the concert with our own eyes. Logically speaking, the rehearsal tonight should have given our fleet some signal." In the command hall of the Federal Fleet's flagship outside the planet's atmosphere, a middle-aged commander held a cup of coffee and looked at the brightly colored planet under his feet and said emotionally.
This Federation medium-sized fleet was composed of the Xinyu series battleships. The commander of the fleet was a female major general in her forties, Hong Yujing. She was the sister of the commander of the Federal Fleet, Hong Yuliang.
Major General Hong Yuliang smiled and said, "The concert will be broadcasted to the entire Federation the day after tomorrow. We will be able to see it all the same."
Her deputy commander suddenly frowned and asked in a low voice, "Wasting so much energy and leaving the fleet here just to ensure the smooth performance of a concert … I don't know what the Department of Defense is thinking when they spend so much energy."
Major General Hong Yujing looked at him quietly and said with a smile, "Because this is a concert called victory."
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(There's one more chapter tonight, for sure. But at this time, I have to leave immediately. After all, it's the last day of the new year. I can only write it when I come back. There's too little time. Unfortunately, it's a bit rough. Originally, I really wanted to write the scene of the mecha walking through the canopy, but my brain isn't working well. I can't find the words. I'll find another chance to write that scene in the future.
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