In the middle of the night, the office lights in the room lit up calmly, not blinking at all. Xu Le sat silently in front of the desk, not moving at all. He stared at the constantly scrolling screen on the workbench, earnestly recording the various equipment models and related technical data. Even though he still did not understand what the so-called technical director meant, when he received all the equipment data of the new 17th Division in the evening, he threw himself into his work without hesitation.
A long time later, a low rumbling sound would occasionally ring out from outside the barracks, waking him up from his hard work. He used his fingertips to rub the space between his eyebrows, feeling the sensation of his eyebrows from his fingertips. He could not help but recall the action of shaving his eyebrows every day back in Ewha University.
Closing the workbench, Xu Le shook his head, knowing that his sturdy heart was indeed quite shaken by that long list of equipment.
The newly formed 17th Division had the most advanced technical equipment in the entire Federation, or rather in the entire universe. Whether it was the electronic equipment or the firepower system, they were all shockingly advanced. Some of the newest models, in his memory, were just blueprints from the Nutshell Engineering Department two years ago.
What shocked Xu Le the most was the number of mecha the new 17th Division was equipped with. An entire division of mechanics was actually equipped with 60 of the newest MX mecha!
Xu Le thought of the Imperial Moonwolf Group he had first encountered at the frontlines, and his brows furrowed slightly.
It looked like the Federation was really preparing to learn from the Empire. Minister Zou Yingxing's words at the base last year had really become the goal of the Federal Army's reform. The new 17th Division was very likely to be modified into a full mecha division in the war, and this majestic division would become the forerunner of the Federation's military reform. In the military plan to invade the Empire's mainland in the next year, the new 17th Division would be the forerunner.
With heavy thoughts on the Federation's military reform in mind, Xu Le walked out of his room and came to the field. However, he found, somewhat at a loss, that the barracks of Group 7 tonight was no longer the one he was familiar with.
The headquarters of the new 17th Division was located seven kilometers away on a gentle slope. The members of the seven teams had all gone to their respective combat units, so the entire barracks was empty. The surroundings were quiet, and he could no longer hear the sounds of cards being played or chatted, which made it difficult for him to get used to.
He climbed up to the roof and sat quietly beside the automatic hydraulic cannon. His right hand gently stroked the cold metal tube as his gaze fell outside the courtyard wall.
Under the night sky, barracks spread all over the hills and covered the fields that were usually dark. The large engineering mechs that were still working in the distance occasionally let out roars, replacing the usual croaking of frogs. In just a dozen or so hours, the mulberry field did not turn into a sea. Instead, it turned into a vast military camp filled with a solemn atmosphere.
Xu Le's eyes narrowed slightly, and a wistful smile appeared on his face. This really seemed like a miracle from the Creator, but in reality, it was a display of the Federation's magnificent power.
The temporary barracks of the new 17th Division had basically been completed. Only the water supply and drainage system was still undergoing the final stages of construction. The Federation had made ample preparations, and Xu Le, who had witnessed all of this, finally understood why the Federation had arranged for Group 7's barracks to be in such a remote area. It turned out that the Federation had been planning for the arrival of a division from the very beginning.
The sound of light footsteps came from behind him. Xu Le did not turn around, because he knew who it was.
Bai Yulan sat down beside him, lifting the fine hair in front of her forehead that fluttered in the night wind. She looked seriously at the simple notebook in her hands and said softly, "Division Commander Yu Chenghai, from a logistics background. However, he has nothing to do with Minister Zou. Many years ago, he was already the division chief of the old 17th Division. Later on, he became a military official... I heard that the War God likes to eat the food he cooks the most."
"According to his qualifications and his position as a direct descendant of the 17th Division, logically speaking, he should have been promoted to major general a long time ago. Of course, it was definitely an idle position. Because of some luck, he never got promoted. According to the Ministry of Defense, his ability is not enough to be the highest ranking military official. At most, he should be a division commander. Coincidentally, during the reorganization of the 17th Division, after much consideration, the President's Office and the Joint Staff Officers finally chose him. "
"The Federation does not have many major general division commanders. Du Shaoqing of the Iron Seventh Division is one. The new 17th Division commander will definitely have the rank of major general. The Federation's arrangement is very suitable."
Bai Yulan looked seriously at Xu Le and said, "The most important thing is that Division Commander Yu Chenghai has a gentle temperament. He is famous in the military for being a good person. He never fights for power. Many people believe that his appointment as the new 17th Division commander was partly due to luck, and partly because... he is very willing to be a transitional figure."
"Next is the history of the deputy division commander and the chief of staff. I will report it to you."
Bai Yulan had joined the army at the age of 16. Although he appeared quiet and gentle, he was a real veteran. Otherwise, he would not have been given the nickname of Olay Oil. Based on his relationship with the officers and soldiers of the new 17th Division, he easily found out the history of all the senior officers in the division.
Xu Le interrupted his report, looked at him with a complicated expression, and said, "Why do you want to investigate this? We are subordinates. We only need to follow orders. Don't tell me you are going to do something like seize power in the army? "
Hearing this, Bai Yulan seemed to want to shrug his shoulders, but in the end, he did not move. He said softly, "That's right. There is no need to care about this. Everyone can see that the right to command is yours."
Xu Le thought about what that documentary enthusiast with the same surname Bai had said earlier in the day. He could not help but shake his head and laugh bitterly.
Regardless of whether Xu Lecheng would admit it or not, the new 17th Division had already been imprinted with his clear imprint from the very beginning of its reconstruction. He was a member of Team Seven, who had taken up important positions in the middle ranks, battle strategists, and even regiment commanders. Although in name, he was only an assistant division commander, he did not have the rank of technical director...
Bai Yulan left the roof. Xu Le looked quietly at the barracks that stretched for who knew how many kilometres outside the walls. He thought about the tens of thousands of Federation soldiers, the countless amounts of heavy equipment, and the black shadow of the MX mecha resting in the distance like a stone giant. His mood became somewhat heavy and uneasy.
"Such a big commotion. Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" he said to a certain existence in his mind.
The central computer did not respond for a few seconds. Then, two simple words appeared in his left eye: "Surprise."
"Oh, oh," Xu Le said mockingly, "What a f * cking surprise."
The central computer replied calmly, "You rarely swear."
Xu Le replied in his mind, "Looks like you don't understand me completely. When I am greatly stimulated, I will definitely swear. However, it will definitely not be as loud as this time. "
The central computer was silent for a moment, and then asked in a white glowing symbol, "Don't you feel proud? Is it the kind of feeling where the development of something is beyond your imagination but can satisfy your physical and psychological expectations, or the feeling of being acknowledged or respected? "
The night wind brushed past Xu Le's face. He was slightly dizzy from the dense white words that occupied his entire left eye's field of vision. After a moment of silence, he scratched his head and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said, "A little, haha."
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"Looks like he really was stimulated. Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le can also laugh foolishly. I really regret not bringing a miniature camera to secretly record this." Bai Zeming's shocked expression appeared on the ladder.
After interacting with this documentary producer-director-narrator and reporter for so long, the members of Team 7 no longer hated him. Xu Le also accepted this person's existence, but when he thought about how his stupid smile had been seen by the other, he could not help but feel somewhat awkward. He asked, "Yes?"
"Yes." Bai Zeming did not climb up. With a trace of unwillingness, he said, "Last time when the news channel aired the third episode, none of the members watched it. This time, it was rebroadcast late at night. I want to remind you that according to the contract signed between the Golden Star Film Factory and the news channel, they only have the right to broadcast two episodes. If you still don't watch it now, then you can only wait for half a year to go to the cinema to watch the extended special version. "
The smile on Xu Le's face disappeared. He said, "I'm just curious. I've clearly destroyed that material."
"I repaired it because I thought that scene was worth recording," Bai Zeming said softly. "Even if it's for the sake of commemoration, I really hope that you guys can watch it."
Xu Le was silent for a moment, and then he patted the other's shoulder and said, "I believe that you must have filmed them very well, but watching them leave again is really not good."
The night wind was quite cold.
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Strangely enough, when it was deep into the night in the barracks of Sunset State, it was also deep into the night in the capital of the distant planet S1. In a side building of the majestic parliament hill, there was an office whose wide floor-to-ceiling windows shone with light and faintly flickering fluorescent lights.
On the surface, Zhang Xiaomeng was an official stationed in the capital of Azure Dragon Mountain. She was in charge of publicity and liaison with the Federation Management Committee, but in secret, she was taking over the overall work of Azure Dragon Mountain's Four Branches. Strangely enough, the anti-government army's intelligence organization was the Four Branches. The department used by the Federation Investigation Bureau to attack Azure Dragon Mountain's spies was also called the Four Branches.
The continuous work of day and night made her appear somewhat tired. Her pair of black-rimmed glasses, which only had a sense of remembrance and vigilance, could not hide the haggardness between her eyebrows. At this moment, her expression was very relaxed and very calm. This was because she was watching television, but there seemed to be a layer of moisture under the glasses.
The news channel was rebroadcasting the third episode of the documentary "Team Seven". This episode was called "Survival and Death." It had caused an even greater sensation in the Federation than the previous two episodes. According to the relevant statistics of the Ministry of Defense, the recruitment of soldiers in some states had even been greatly improved because of this.
The documentary on the TV screen had already reached its end, entering the death part.
The Golden Star Factory's camera crew was not able to follow the final mission of Team Seven, so the camera used the method of rewinding. The lively faces gradually became monochrome and tranquil, and then disappeared from the scene.
The monochrome image was pulled back a bit far. A military vehicle was seen arriving at the entrance of the barracks with a cloud of dust. A young lieutenant colonel with a blurred face was extremely tired. He dragged his injured body out of the vehicle, and the surviving members of the team surrounded him.
Then, the young lieutenant colonel began to light cigarettes to the members of the team. Everyone began to smoke in silence. The rising smoke in the barracks seemed to be a memorial to the departure of some people.
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