The light always shone in from outside the door, and Xu Le's shadow always fell backward, unable to cross the threshold in front of him, just like how he still had a somewhat rule-abiding personality in his bones.
He stood at the door and kept scratching his head in hesitation, unable to take a step forward for a long time, even though he knew that taking a step forward would mean some kind of freedom. No one issued an order, and the command center did not issue any instructions, but the two military police officers had already left silently. Was this a step to take or not to take?
The members of Group 7 did not care about this. They all swarmed over and flooded into the confinement room that was originally off-limits. They raised their guns with one hand and cheered heartily, forcibly squeezing Xu Le out of the room with human waves and foot odor.
His feet landed on the fresh soil, and he was already sitting under the shade of a big tree. His five hands were spread out like branches, and his five hands were filled with cigarettes handed to him by his team members. Xu Le could not help but sigh like an old man. So this is freedom.
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The Federal Army under the command of the Tiger of the West Woods forcibly resisted the questioning of the parliament members of the capital ring. After dozens of days of silence, they quietly reconstructed the Charter network, and then began an all-out offensive on the three fallen planets. More than ninety divisions were like countless hungry tigers, roaring on the surface of the three planets. With the computing power of the Federal Central Computer and the demon-revealing effect of The Glory Of The Charter, they ruthlessly beat down the last main force of the Imperial expeditionary force.
The current situation was very good for the Federation. The victorious military operation had entered the critical phase, and the countless combat teams responsible for laying the network on the three planets ushered in a rare rest time. They boarded the transport ships of the Federation and returned to the main planet of the West Woods.
During the days of waiting for the rotational break, the silence of the Bureau of Proclamation made all the soldiers and soldiers of the base certain that Xu Le would accept any punishment. What a scene of spring sunshine, and high spirits. Taking advantage of the fact that none of the superiors dared to challenge Xu Le at this time, the old members of Group Seven took the risk of going deep into the war zone. They collected the bodies of the sacrificed members at the riverbank and burned them into countless palms of grey-white and uneven bone ash. They stored them in a ceremonial military coffin with great care.
When they suddenly received the order to retreat, the members of Group 7 were filled with unwillingness, especially the new members. They looked at the cannons in the distance and felt excited. They wanted to rush to the frontlines and kill the enemy. They wanted to avenge their fallen comrades.
However, half of the hundred or so members were injured. Half of the injured were heavily injured, and half of the seriously injured had already been sacrificed. With such a huge loss, it was impossible for the military command to allow them to remain at the frontline.
At this moment, Lan Xiaolong said indifferently, "There will be more battles in the future. Just wait and see." This sentence convinced many people. Although it was difficult to say that the members retreated willingly, they did not have too many conflicting emotions.
On the transport ship returning to the main planet, the members of Group 7 received another gift. The Shell Motor Company sent a generous allowance to all the members' accounts.
This was an order signed by the CEO of the Shell Motor Company. It bypassed the Whitewater Security Company and was directly transferred to the members' personal accounts. It was to commend them for their achievements on the frontlines in the West Woods, for their contributions to the Federation's peace and for their contributions to the Shell Motor Company.
A monthly allowance of 170,000 Federation dollars was undoubtedly a rare benefit in the Federation. However, the new members of Group 7 — those hedonistic old soldiers really did not care about this. They had a good environment and a prominent family background. It was enough for them to see this as a small amount of money.
But what was very strange was that after the new members received this allowance, they were all very excited. This was because, for them, this kind of money that they earned themselves was a rare honor and the most authentic sense of accomplishment.
Beside the porthole of the warship, Symbol once said seriously, "Motherf * cker, this is the first money that I earned. In the end, it was exchanged with my life. I have to spend it all to feel good."
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The Federation's air-to-ground transport ship had a unique shape. It was like an all-terrain fighter that had been enlarged many times. However, its two wings were particularly wide and thick. Its entire body was silver-white, and it was like a fat goose.
Therefore, every time the transport ship entered the atmosphere and slowly landed, it would always attract a lot of curiosity and fresh gazes from the public. It was really rare to see a fully metal goose swaying and breaking through the air, creating countless sharp whistling sounds as it descended.
However, this was not the case these two days because there were too many Federation's transport ships that had landed above the base.
After the general attack on the three fallen planets was launched, the more than 20,000 net laying teams all retreated back to the main planet in a short period of three days. The transport ship took off and landed so frequently that even the workers outside the base who were responsible for unblocking the canals were a little bored.
In the northwest corner of Long Wind Base, the members of Group 7 walked out from the belly door of the transport ship in a single file. Then, they stood solemnly on the tarmac in the strong wind and waited in formation. Behind them, six recruits wearing white gloves slowly walked over. They were carrying a black ceremonial military coffin. Their faces were red, but their expressions were extremely serious. The corners of their military uniforms did not tremble in the slightest.
All around them, there were soldiers who had finished their mission cheering as they walked past. It was not easy for them to leave the bloody front line and welcome a rare opportunity to rest and play. Once they were disbanded, the heroic Federation soldiers turned into countless wild ducks without hesitation and flew away in all directions.
Group 7 in formation was not disturbed in the slightest. They still stood solemnly in formation and did not wrinkle their brows even when the wind blew. The other troops who were cheering also noticed the abnormality. After a few whispers, they knew that they were Group 7. They subconsciously lowered their pink voices and even their footsteps became much softer.
The last ones to walk down the warship were Xu Le, Bai Yulan, and Lan Xiaolong. The three of them represented the highest leadership level of Group 7. This was not a rule set by the military or the Nutshell Company, but a natural result of their bloody fighting career.
Xu Le walked to the front of the team. Bai Yulan and Lan Xiaolong very tacitly stopped and stood behind him.
He was wearing the sunglasses that Zou Yu sent over half a year ago. He was holding a thick tobacco that was specially sent by Seventh Young Master Li. He silently stood there and seemed to be extremely cool.
But this seemed to be a little too similar to Du Shaoqing. Xu Le looked at the solemn team and laughed at himself in his heart. He took off the sunglasses, revealing a pair of sincere and amiable small eyes. He took off the thick tobacco in his mouth and threw it to Yan Bingyan, who was the most addicted to smoking in the team.
"Attention!" Lan Xiaolong loudly shouted behind him.
The members of Group 7 all stood at attention and did not move. Xu Le glanced at the ceremonial military coffin on the right side of the team that contained the ashes of his subordinates. After a moment of silence, he said, "I once had a conversation with a respectable lady. I believe that people will always die, and only reasons can make them stay."
"But if you think about it seriously, the truth that everyone firmly believes in, which means that the truth that we judge for ourselves, may not necessarily last forever."
He narrowed his eyes and continued, "But I still believe that some things are more important than death. For example, resisting the invasion of the Imperium, saving the survivors of the three fallen planets, making the Imperium pay for their slaughter … No matter whether these reasons can last forever, I believe that the vitality of these reasons is much longer than the lives of us in our eighties or nineties. "
"So some sacrifices are valuable." Xu Le looked at the military coffin on the right side of the team and the Federation flag on the coffin and said, "Not to mention that these brothers died so that you could live, so I believe that even if it is for them, you should live a better life."
He saw that the son of the governor, Da Vinci, had a warm smile on his lips and nodded vigorously.
"Please forget them and live a good life," Xu Le finally said.
Lan Xiaolong loudly shouted behind him, "Dismissed!"
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"Well said," Bai Yulan said behind him.
"I am not born with a stone. I told you last time, but I got used to using my fists, which made me seem a little barbaric and monotonous. "
Xu Le looked at the slightly restless team members and said with a trace of self-mockery, "When I was young, I didn't know how sharp my tongue was. And don't forget, I have the qualifications to be a level one technical supervisor of the Nutshell Mobile. No matter what, I should be considered an intellectual, right? "
Bai Yulan was silent and thought to herself, You are starting to mention the youth that no one knows about again. She couldn't help but feel a little depressed, her willowy eyebrows fluttering in the wind on the tarmac.
The members of Team 7 didn't take the military vehicles sent by the base and walked to the periphery.
The team members followed the style of Old Seven and Unit 8384. Their expressions were slick, and every bone seemed incomparably loose. They walked with the demeanor of a hooligan.
However, unlike the other troops, they didn't disperse in a hubbub. Originally, they were in a square formation, but at this time, they became a loose mass of meat, tightly united around Xu Le in the center, not willing to disperse even a single step.
Xu Le looked at the heads around him and felt a little strange. He thought that the disbanding was already announced, but the members of Team 7, this rich army, didn't really disperse.
Right at this time, Xi Peng squeezed to his side and hesitantly asked in a low voice, "Boss, just now you said that we have to forget our dead brothers and live well. We feel that it is very reasonable … they want to ask you, do you want to go with us?"
"Go to do what?" Xu Le asked.
"To do what you said …" Xi Peng began to fumble for the cigarettes in her military uniform and said with a silly smile, "We are going to find some women."
The wind in Long Wind Base seemed to suddenly become stronger, blowing the expression on Xu Le's face to become extremely complicated and interesting.
Three hours later.
There was a street 13 kilometers away from the Golden Star Hotel. The street was full of three-dimensional fantasy lights. Countless beautiful waitresses wearing light purple dresses were politely and quietly waiting outside the shop next to the stone lions.
The Sunset Nightclub in Sunset State was the largest and most luxurious entertainment venue. Tonight, it was booked by a group of rough men wearing military uniforms without epaulets.
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