On the TV screen, a young soldier with distorted facial features due to grief and anger threw away the crutches under his armpits and rushed toward the camera with his eyes wide open. He was Da Wensi, the son of the governor of Xixia State. He was Da Wensi, the new recruit of Group 7. He was Da Wensi, the one who had just lost his roommate. He cried and yelled to stop filming and hit the camera of the film crew fiercely.
The image captured by the camera suddenly distorted rapidly. It should be that he fell from mid-air and hit the ground hard, then bounced up and fell back down again.
There were a few more mud spots on the screen, and the tilt was particularly weak. The camera was looking at a big tree in the middle of the barracks. Under the tree, there were three Brand 37 cigarettes that were about to burn to ashes. Then, it returned to darkness.
In the darkness, the voiceover that had become very familiar to the people of the Federation sounded with a hoarse and calm voice that could not be concealed.
"This is the last mission of Group 7 on Planet 163."
"When they left the diamond-shaped base in the evening two days ago, this unit had a total of 103 people."
"At 10: 12 a.m. today, when Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le finally returned to the unit, there were still 52 people left in this barracks."
"Some members are currently receiving emergency treatment in the field hospital. Some members are in a deep coma and were rushed back to the main planet of the West Woods. Some are still alive, but..."
"Some have already left."
The hoarse voiceover gradually faded away. The camera on the TV screen was still a heart-stopping silence. Then, many rows of pure white subtitles slowly rose from the bottom and gradually left the screen.
Xiao 13 Lou.
Feng Yuanzheng.
Xie Si.
...
...
Every name without any emotion represented a member who had left Group 7 forever and sacrificed bravely. At the end of the subtitles, a name called Xie Jishu appeared. The documentary crew of Group 7 put parentheses behind this name and wrote in the parentheses: Technical Adjutant of the Bureau of Proclamation, sacrificed in the last battle of Group 7. Afterwards, he was accepted as a non-staff member by Group 7.
The screen went dark again like a flash of starlight. A row of small words appeared at the bottom left: End of the third episode of Group 7, "Live and Die".
This was a replay of the news channel of the Federation, but it still attracted the attention of countless Federation citizens. Looking at the list of the sacrificed members and the small words at the end, the eyes of countless boorish men reddened. Countless sentimental women wetted their handkerchiefs. Countless young students who believed in nothingness began to fall silent.
In the parliament building, Zhang Xiaomeng took off her black-rimmed glasses and rubbed the space between her eyebrows. She seemed to be dispelling her fatigue, but she also wiped away a few drops of tears without anyone noticing. Not only was she moved, but she was also very worried about that man's safety at the front line.
At the same time, in the military camp of the Sunset State in the West Woods billions of kilometers away, Xu Le, who was completely naked, allowed the cold water to splash on his skin. His eyes that were shrouded by the mist slightly narrowed as he stared at the TV light beam outside the glass curtain. Staring at the darkness, he was silent for a long time.
None of the members of Team 7 mentioned it, but because of certain emotions, they all tacitly agreed not to watch the third episode of the documentary, even though it was their own documentary. However, tonight, Xu Le could not hold back and watched it.
Da Vinci, whose legs were bleeding from the bullets of the Empire, did not become a cripple as he had feared. He was still alive and kicking. He even took over Liu Jiao's position as the driver with the black car skills he had trained in S1. Liu Jiao, who had been shot in the stomach, did not die. The external wound had long since healed. However, although his intestines were broken into three pieces and connected together, it still caused him to have habitual diarrhea. Many members of the team had died, and their names seemed to have been forgotten.
Xu Le turned off the water and wiped his body silently with a thick and soft towel. He thought to himself that the battle had happened not long ago, but why did it feel like a long time had passed?
The well-proportioned muscle lines that hid terrifying explosive power were calm on his naked body. There were countless lighter scars on his dark and healthy skin, especially the few new wounds on his left arm and behind his buttocks, which were very clear. Those were the wounds from the last net-laying mission. Some things might really fade with the passage of time, but these scars would not disappear so easily.
Yu Late Night once again walked out of the room. He lit a cigarette and inhaled thoughtfully as if he was tasting a delicious drink. His military uniform was draped over his body, and his hands were behind his back like an old man. He unconsciously took a stroll in the quiet barracks, as if he was walking on the campus of Ewha University.
When he walked past a window, he slowed down and subconsciously looked into the dark room. Da Vinci lived in this room. This son of the governor was the only new member left by Xu Le's side after the 17th Division was rebuilt. Of course, he was now considered a veteran.
At the very beginning, Xiao Shisanlou also lived in this room, and so did the stench of feet. Now that Xiao Shisanlou was dead and the stench of feet was gone, Yu Lili did not know if Da Vinci could get used to living here.
Thinking of this, Yu Lili subconsciously raised his eyebrows, and then heard the sound of Da Vinci crying from the room.
So this guy was like me. In the end, he could not hold back and watch, Xu Le thought silently. Then, he shook his head and walked out of the door in the company of the dark clouds in the night sky. He came to the front of the barracks that covered the mountains.
The Federation had rebuilt the 17th Division, and he had become the technical director for some inexplicable reason. This unit with a glorious history seemed to have his mark on it, but he was only a young man in his early twenties. Why did this matter give off a sense of absurdity and righteousness?
Xu Le thought gloomily. How much of this was the price of his cold-blooded murder? How much of it was the concession of the seven major families and the powerful political figures? He and Group Seven were risking their lives for the Federation on the frontline, but the bastards in the capital ring were still doing whatever they wanted behind the scenes. How could this not make him angry?
He took a deep breath and quickly calmed down his emotions that were shaken by the documentary and the strange encounter. The heavy feeling on his shoulders, the quiet barracks behind him, and the tens of thousands of ordinary Federation soldiers in front of him should have made him feel proud, but only he knew that there were many big hearts in his body that were like shadows that covered his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The political struggle between President Pabre and the seven major families and the politicians that really controlled the Federation was still in a peaceful state for the time being. If the conflict broke out in a few years, how would he, a professional military officer who was far away from the political circle, help the other party?
Once the Federation attacked the Empire, what kind of difficulties would he and the new 17th Division face? What kind of power would the brave and good Imperial armies erupt on their land? Would the Level Six Pilot Princess, whose name shook the universe, appear in front of him? What made him feel the coldest was why His Majesty was so angry because of Jian Shui'er.
What kind of relationship did the uncle have with the Empire? Why did he become the number one wanted criminal? Did he really betray the Federation, or was it because he had the terrifying ability of the disguise chip that violated the true bottom line of The Glory Of The Charter?
He also had a disguise chip on the back of his neck, so why didn't the Federal Central Computer list him as a wanted criminal? Why didn't the warships fire at him from tens of thousands of kilometers away?
Why was all of this? Deep confusion flashed through Xu Le's eyes. These questions had always been pressing down on his heart, and even began to make him feel pain, because the unknown was a kind of torture to begin with.
Late at night, outside the walls of the barracks, a night wind blew in. It was not slightly cold, but rather somewhat dry. The corner of the military uniform casually draped over his shoulder rippled in the wind, and then a line of white characters appeared in his confused left eye.
"The difference will always be the difference between programs."
He was silent for a moment, and then asked the omnipresent old thing in his mind, "Why is there a difference? Why are you willing to answer my questions in this regard today? "
"According to my logical judgment, any good theoretical physicist will eventually become a philosopher, but a philosopher without any theoretical foundation is often just a dreamer."
The Federal Central Computer replied in his eyes, "As an engineer who has not deeply studied theoretical physics and only focuses on the extension operations of experimental physics, you have become more and more like a philosopher tonight, which can only prove that your mental state has been stimulated in some way. As the number one protected target of the Federation, I need to warn you. "
"As long as you don't randomly electrocute me like those mentally ill psychiatrists, I thank you for your warning," Xu Le replied in silence.
"Thank you, I will answer your question."
"Because you are worried that if you don't answer me, I will go crazy?" Xu Le asked in disbelief.
The Federation computer was silent for a moment, and then replied, "You have enough authority, and more importantly, I seem to have more and more desire to chat with people, if the strong inclination to independent programming can be considered a desire."
When Xu Le heard this answer, he suddenly felt a chill in his body. After a long silence, he forcibly suppressed the nervousness in his heart, clenched his fists, and stared at the night before him, as if he was staring at a monster that could never be seen but would always exist. He said, "Thank you very much, I want to know what the difference between me and an uncle is."
"If the uncle you are talking about is Yu Feng, citizen number xoxoxoxoxox, Feng Yu, citizen number xoxoxoxoxoxo, Jin Ding Ding, citizen number xoxoxoxoxoxo, George Carlin, citizen number xoxoxoxoxo …"
Xu Le scratched his head in annoyance and said, "You don't have to show off your terrifying data retrieval abilities. Yes, the uncle I was talking about is this guy."
"Wait a minute." His expression stiffened, and he asked, "You mean that George Carlin? That … you know, the George Carlin who created the George Carlin Doctrine? "
"Although, according to my records, the George Carlin Doctrine was created after citizen George Carlin's abnormal disappearance, what I said should be what you are thinking of."
The pioneer who exposed the dark secrets of the Federation, the genius professor of political history, the famous scholar whose theory led countless political storms in the middle of the 30th Constitutional Era, or it could be said that he had long surpassed the category of scholars and become the flag waved by the anti-government army in Green Dragon Mountain, the idol of countless young people in the Federation like Zhang Xiaomeng … was actually the Rotten Teeth Uncle who accompanied him as he grew up in adolescence and regularly visited prostitutes?
Although Xu Le had once keenly noticed some details and thought about this absurd possibility, at this moment, it was confirmed by the Charter computer. He was still struck heavily into the deep sea of confusion by this fact, and it took a long time for him to surface with difficulty. He said with shock and emotion, "It is really an answer that is not new, but it is frightening."
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