"Ninety-seven percent of the net has been set up on the three fallen stars. One-third of the Federation's forces have been thrown in. What else can the Empire soldiers hiding in the mountains eat other than synthetic meat? Even if an idiot is the commander-in-chief, it is impossible for us to lose again. Why should I stay here? "
Zhong Shouhu turned his body slightly and looked at the beautiful planet below the warship. The dividing line between darkness and light was so obvious on the pale yellow planet. Every small spark that occasionally flashed between the hemispheres of the night actually meant a powerful explosion. Who knew how many of his men and enemies of the Empire had died in the explosion.
It was a very simple statement, but it was a matter of course and even revealed a sense of arrogance and confidence. This confidence came from his experience of resisting the Empire alone at the border of the West Woods for more than ten years. It came from the meticulous preparations he and the Federal military had made in the past year. It came from the deep traces of his command arrangements in the past hundred days.
However, immediately after, he let out a sigh from behind the leather seat that was the complete opposite of his previous arrogance. "I kind of miss the red oil rat meat at the intersection."
The Federation's victory in the military operation was already inevitable. A faint sense of boredom grew in the heart of the supreme commander of the military. He said, "The Empire's princess is waiting for us on the other side of the nebula, but the Federation's crown prince has already begun to take off his clothes and go into battle bare-chested. And you, Xu Le, this guy that even I often find baffling. I kind of look forward to what will happen in the future."
Hearing the three words' crown prince ', Li Feng's eyes drooped slightly. He remembered that Tai Zhiyuan was currently hiding his identity and risking his life to fight on the planet below.
Mochou had always been on good terms with the Lees of Philadelphia. He had also met Tai Zhiyuan a few times and somewhat admired this person who had a different temperament from the average noble family. According to the rumors circulating in the ground base, Major Yuan Zitai was currently commanding two combined battalions and was doing an excellent job … but that guy's health seemed to have always been a little weak.
"Whether or not you can survive the battlefield is mainly related to good luck."
Li Feng suddenly thought of the words his grandfather had said to him when he was very young. Thinking back to the deformed and iron-blooded life he had started at the age of twelve, the thrilling scenes he had experienced on the battlefield, and even the cold glance of the God of Death in the smoke, the young lieutenant colonel's heart that had always been fearless and incomparably ruthless suddenly constricted.
Glacial mines, dense forests in the Wilderness, so many stray bullets, so dense gravel, and endless wildfires. They didn't know and didn't care whether you were a princess or a crown prince, whether you were a simple and honest recruit like a farmer or a veteran ruffian like a viper.
No matter how talented a person was, or how promising his future was, he could still die a horrible death on the battlefield.
"No gold can be found in the waves. Only the natural elimination of life and death on the battlefield can truly welcome the final victor."
Following the rotation of Planet 163, the Federation's battleships slowly entered the dark sky. Most of the light from the star was blocked by the planet. The surrounding space transitioned from dark blue to heavy black. Shadows seeped in from outside the floor-to-ceiling porthole and completely covered Zhong Shouhu's body on the chair. It also covered his words with a layer of cold and strange flavor.
"The upper echelons of the Federation have always been paying attention to Big Secretary Shen Mochou in the back of the mountain. There are several outstanding successors of the seven great families, but they don't understand that without experiencing a real battlefield, these young people will always have fatal flaws."
"I admire Lin Banshan, but this broken family's nature is too free. He only likes to live his unrestrained life in Bermuda."
"Fortunately, there are other young people. In the rotten soil of the Federation, which is full of darkness and blood, it can actually grow clean fruits like Xu Le, you, and Tai Zhiyuan. This is truly a miraculous thing. "
"Perhaps the history of mankind and the development of the Federation will ultimately be as boring and dark as the past tens of thousands of years, but we always have to believe that the future may be clean. This way, the citizens who don't know the truth can walk more firmly."
"This sentence was said by George Carlin. I quite agree. I hope that the future of the universe is a group of clean young people like you, but sadly, I can always see that in the future, you will be infected with that disgusting old aura like me."
"This kind of aura is often associated with some very pleasant words, such as responsibility. Then you have to consider the overall situation. To consider the overall situation, you have to sacrifice the interests of a few people. Once this kind of active choice of sacrifice begins, you … are no longer clean."
The automatic lights in the room of the warship slowly lit up. Zhong Shouhu's white eyebrows, which were as if he was lying still, showed a hint of self-mockery as he said, "Little guy, I only want to remind you of one last thing. A future that is obtained by sacrificing others can only be a boring repetition with no future."
Li Feng was silent for a moment. He gave a serious military salute and replied seriously, "Commander, although I can't completely understand, I know what I should do if I encounter such a situation in the future."
…
…
"This world is yours, and it is also ours. But in the end, it belongs to those bastards."
In the military camp of the Sunset Province, Lan Xiaolong held a tree with one hand and hooked the military belt at his waist with the other. He sneered at the apology notice on the front page of the electronic newspaper about a false news report. He recited this sentence aloud in a recitative tone to express his deepest disdain for the boring politicians and meddlesome reporters of the capital ring.
The members of Group Seven were training under the leadership of Xiong Linquan. The Bureau of Proclamation's net-laying mission had basically been completed. The Department of Defense had not issued any new instructions to this small unit that was resting, so they could not carry out targeted training. They could only diligently carry out the arduous battlefield simulation exercise to ensure that a few more of them could survive on the battlefield in the future.
In the shadows next to the training ground, the Venus Documentary Film Studio's camera crew was still faithfully carrying out their work. They shot a huge amount of material, then edited and condensed it into a short ten minutes and sent it to thousands of households' TV screens.
Liu Jiao, who had forcefully left the hospital and returned to the team, was currently resting on a hammock beside a tree with his eyes closed. He had been shot in the abdomen, so he was the key target of Group Seven. Hou Xiandong sat on the medical box and followed closely behind. After hearing Lan Xiaolong's recitation, Liu Jiao opened his eyes and laughed out loud in pain. The bowl-like treatment device on his abdomen bobbed up and down, as if it could shoot out at any time.
Bai Yulan looked at him worriedly, worried that he would laugh until his intestines fell out or break.
Xu Le sat on a military bench. He seemed to be carefully reading an internal document from Nutshell Company, but in reality, he was using the central computer to sort out the movements of the two white dots in his mind. At the same time, he was paying attention to the movements of the Federation's military operations.
"Stop reciting Schiller's lines. We can take it, but Liu Jiao can't." He raised his head and waved his hand at Lan Xiaolong, who looked like a stage actor.
"Yo, I only know that our Commanding Officer Xu Le can smell the difference between the 37 types of engine oil used in the M-series mecha, and can feel the breast size of all the girls in the Golden Splendor with one hand." Lan Xiaolong was full of complaints. He said sarcastically, "Heh, I didn't expect you to be such a literary youth. You actually know these are Master Schiller's lines. What's the matter? Are you trying to show off in front of a master's student like me? "
The gang fight in the Chrysanthemum Night Market, followed by the news of Xu Le's incident, made it inconvenient for Group Seven to go out on the streets. The soldiers had locked themselves in their barracks, and they had already vented some of their anger.
Hearing Lan Xiaolong's mocking words, Xu Le didn't get angry. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I've told you many times. I've read a lot of literature books. I'm full of cultural knowledge, but you just don't believe me."
After saying this, he stood up, patted his butt, and walked into his office. He opened his workbench and began his daily routine of receiving emails from the capital ring.
The first email was from Shang Qiu. She introduced the progress of the Nutshell Engineering Department's research on adding a pressurizing system to the MX mecha. At the same time, she asked how it felt to use the MX mecha that had been specially modified for Xu Le by all her colleagues in the engineering department.
Xu Le only wrote "thank you" in his reply before stopping. A bitter smile flashed across his face. In the past few months of battle, he had never had the chance to use a mecha. How could he talk about how it felt?
At the end of the email, Shang Qiu mentioned very seriously that she might bring a testing team to the West Woods frontlines in the near future.
Thinking of the death that was everywhere on the frontlines, Xu Le's brows furrowed. He was a little worried. Suddenly, he remembered that Shang Qiu's name was not in his long-winded last words before the last mission on Starship 3320. How shameful...
The second email was from Jian Shui'er. In the email, she said that she had sent him a gift. She asked him to remember to sign for it and keep it a secret. As for the mailing process, he didn't need to worry about it. It was sent under the name of the Philadelphia family, so the military would probably treat it seriously.
Xu Le was startled. He didn't understand what kind of gift it was that it needed to occupy the tight military supply channel and make Jian Shui'er willing to use the authority of the Lees of Philadelphia.
He couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it. He sent an email to ask about it seriously. After dealing with the matters at hand, he walked out of the barracks and whispered a few words to Bai Yulan. Then, he drove the black car out of the barracks.
At the entrance of the barracks, the black car was stopped by the team members who had just finished a round of brutal training. A few of the team members said excitedly, "Boss, the video crew just said that the third episode will be aired next week. Don't forget to watch it then."
Currently, the most important event in the Federation was, of course, the war at the West Woods frontlines. And for the millions of citizens, this important historical event was the truest manifestation of it. What they cared about the most was the documentary called "Team of Seven". This documentary had only aired two episodes, but it had already caused a frenzy of viewership in the Federation. Presumably, when the third episode was aired, there would be countless television screens showing the same spectacular scene.
Xu Le was slightly startled. He thought that it seemed to be released earlier than the news channel's announcement. Could it be related to the news incident from a few days ago?
Lan Xiaolong squeezed into the crowd and asked loudly, "Where do you want to go by yourself again? Take me with you. "
Xu Le looked at him and answered honestly, "I want to go to Weier Road to see rabbits."
Lan Xiaolong's face darkened. He took a deep breath and said, "I don't discriminate against homosexuals, but don't you think it's a bit too arrogant and shameless to shout it out so openly?"
He immediately turned around and left the black car. He complained, "Is this the future that the Federation is focusing on cultivating?"
…
…
Yesterday, I wrote a few hundred words in the morning, boarded the bus at noon, arrived at Wuhan in the evening, and wrote a few hundred words at the airport. It was very tough. On the plane, I wrote more than a thousand words. After finishing yesterday's chapter, my mood was stable. Then, I arrived at the hotel in Harbin at 11: 40. I stayed at many places, but last night, I couldn't go online. I couldn't make a phone call either.
I was very annoyed at that time, so I tried to use my phone to update. I confirmed it a second time, but it was absolutely impossible. At least I couldn't do it. I didn't care about the traffic, but I couldn't get into the author's section. Then I called my leader and sent her an MMS, asking her to help me update. In the end … uh, my leader was much more talkative than I was, and she admitted it.
Both sides were angry. She said that I should take a leave of absence, but I couldn't accept it because I said I wouldn't update. Most importantly, I had written it. If I stopped, it would be a loss. That was Dou E's feeling. You can understand, so I insisted …
Phone QQ? I couldn't send a document. Same here. I was also a talkative. In the end, I sent an email, but the format was completely destroyed. My leader had to rearrange it. It was already very late. My leader asked me if I could say anything. I said you can say it. She said she was too tired to say anything, so she didn't say anything.
That was why he had said so much nonsense today just to vent his emotions from last night. Damn it.
I arrived in Daqing this afternoon. I pressed my palms together …
There were also a few sentences. I wore a short-sleeved shirt when I boarded the plane. Before I alighted, the stewardess sweetly said it was -13 degrees Celsius. Uncle Harbin, who had stayed in Sanya for four months, was so angry that he was about to explode. I didn't explode. I brought enough warm clothes.
But I still caught a cold. He sighed with emotion for the nth time. Our great motherland is so f * cking big. He sighed with emotion for the nth time. I am a useless pig who is not sentimental but is extremely sensitive. I am a clumsy and ugly looking but is extremely delicate.
I wish everyone a happy life, as long as you have a better life than me. Hehe, in the end, I finally smiled.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
