The days of waiting for Liu Ling's arrival or departure felt extremely long to the people. The surface of the planet shook continuously. Countless streams of boiling magma cheered as they rushed toward the long-lost ground. Countless streams of melted snow cheered as they rushed toward the long-lost south.
The three largest plains had turned into an ocean, but it was snowing during summer in the southern hemisphere's hilly region. The gloomy clouds that covered thousands of kilometers of the sky were swept up by the strong wind and rolled into strange shapes. Dense and huge lightning flashed continuously in the clouds, tearing the gloomy, wet, and cold sky apart. Then, thunder rumbled, causing the entire earth to begin to tremble.
In this hellish environment, the only thing that could make the Federation soldiers feel a little bit of sunshine was the good news that came from the battlefields of the other two galaxies. Of course, as for the soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division, it was not known to outsiders how complicated their feelings were.
Like the commander of the new 17th Division, Yu Chenghai, all the soldiers who watched the final battle of the Federation's victorious military operation were in awe of the military talent displayed by Tiger of the West Woods in this battle. All the officers automatically gathered in one place to discuss the details of the battle. They analyzed Commander Zhong's commanding methods in depth and learned seriously.
Even the officers of the Iron Seventh Division who stayed on the surface were involved in the process of learning from Student Zhong Laohu. It was said that this was a direct instruction from the commander they admired the most.
In an inconspicuous grayish-black feather warship in the fleet of the Federation outside the atmosphere, Du Shaoqing, who was sitting upright in his chair, was reading the battle reports sent by the two galaxies with a serious expression. With his rank, the battle reports that he could read were much more detailed than the basic officers. Therefore, he could read them more clearly, and his feelings were even more complicated.
"So you haven't regressed in the past ten years." Du Shaoqing took off the black lambskin gloves in his hand and tapped lightly on the light screen with his fingers. He raised his eyebrows as if he was thinking and looking forward to something. A confident smile appeared on his lips.
"Commander, is there anything to be happy about?" Dongfang Pei, who was standing in the corner of the room, asked curiously.
The Federal forces knew that Commander Shaoqing had a pair of extremely loyal subordinates. They were Ximen Jin, the commander of the Defense Battalion, and Dongfang Pei, the commander of the Assault Regiment. Now, Ximen Jin had been transferred away from the frontlines in advance for some reason and returned to the capital ring, while Dongfang Pei had been stripped of his military position because of the ambush of the Green Dragon Mountain troops.
The Tiger Commander in the frontline command center naturally wouldn't use these trivial matters to attack Du Shaoqing and his Iron Seventh Division. The 5460 command center also didn't want to offend the president and the military. Moreover, Dongfang Pei's refusal to rescue the advance group of Green Dragon Mountain seemed to be cold-blooded and heartless, but when they looked into the details, they couldn't find any violation of military orders.
It was Du Shaoqing himself who removed Dongfang Pei from the position of lieutenant colonel. He didn't make such a severe punishment because he was arrogant and confident and wanted to use this opportunity to appease certain parties, nor did he want to punish Dongfang Pei for not helping when he was in danger. Instead, he wanted to punish him for his stupidity in commanding at the last minute. At the same time, he wanted to punish his subordinates for their dangerous impulsiveness due to their fanaticism when it came to him.
Being demoted from a lieutenant colonel to a lieutenant colonel orderly might be extremely humiliating in the eyes of others, but Dongfang Pei didn't have such a concept at all. He was very happy to be able to follow beside his commander again like he did ten years ago.
The Iron Seventh Division was made up of such a group of people. They were very cold, tough, and good at fighting. They were very strict with their enemies and their comrades. No one could find any fault with them in terms of military discipline and fighting spirit. That was why they were able to become the Federation's trump card division, and become the division with the highest status in the hearts of the Federation people after the 17th Division.
However, on the surface of this planet and in space, there was a new 17th Division beside the Iron Seventh Division — a new division that inherited the glorious history of the Army God Division. Since they entered the frontline, they began to shine brightly and won many battles.
If it was in the past, the 17th Division, which had Old Master Li Pifu and had sent countless stars to the Federation, would never put the Iron Seventh Division in their eyes. They wouldn't even bother to fight with each other. However, because of the appearance of that person called Du Shaoqing, the two trump cards began to be on equal footing.
Because of their similar statuses, those old historical grudges would find a suitable stage to play out again. On the ground, the friction between the two armies had never stopped. Fighting for military merits, which seemed childish but was the most important activity in the military camp, had always been happening.
The hundreds of soldiers who stayed on the planet's surface to observe Liuling were all from these two divisions. Now that they were trapped in a corner of the spaceport, the two sides often saw each other. They even had to eat in the same cafeteria. The provocation and disdain in their eyes shot at each other thousands of times, and the insults in their words never stopped. The anger between the two sides grew bigger and bigger, and there was a danger that it could explode at any time.
One day, at noon, the freezing rain outside hit the window heavily, making people feel very upset. The soldiers of the new 17th Division and the Iron Seventh Division began to mock each other in the cafeteria again. The content of this script would always repeat between the following lines:
When my division went deep into the Empire's territory to destroy the enemy's 17th Division, you guys were still playing with mud in S3. When my division was fresh and fresh and stormed into the West Woods, you guys were still flirting with girls in Harbor City and could only eat my leftovers. My division's battle record, my division's killing of the enemy. My division fired the first shot of the Federation's counterattack against the Empire at the frontline of Huangshanling Lonely Ridge. If my division's Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le didn't help, would you guys be able to fire that shot?
Since Xu Le was mentioned, the following argument naturally developed into:
My division has a level five ace pilot. My division has Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le.
My division has many of the latest MX mechas. My division has Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le.
My division beat your division in the military drill and graduation drill more than ten years ago. My division only sent Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le alone to break through your defense camp.
My division has the undefeated Division Commander Shaoqing. My division has Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le.
My division commander Shaoqing has never lost a battle and is known as the number one general in the Federation. My division's Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le has never commanded. He blocked in front of your division commander by himself, and he didn't dare to do anything.
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The New Seventeenth Division had a lot of things to show off, but the wonderful thing was that the soldiers knew very well that the most hated and most difficult part of the Iron Seventh Division was Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le. So no matter what the Iron Seventh Division soldiers said, the new 17th Division would only say the words "Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le" with a mocking smile. These words were like an omnipotent patch that could be patched to any place they wanted. The soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division were enraged and their veins were bulging.
Under the deliberate connivance of Division Commander Yu Chenghai, and the influence of Sour Lan Xiaolong and Dirty Work Seventh Division, the new 17th Division was gradually inheriting the true and secretive style of the old 17th Division: shamelessness. The soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division had always considered themselves to be standard soldiers, abiding by military discipline, and were exemplary. When faced with such opponents, no matter how fierce they were in battle, they would never be able to win a battle of words.
Probably because they had been ridiculed to the point of speechlessness too many times, today, the soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division finally exploded. Since we're not your match, then let's fight!
In the spacious cafeteria, hundreds of soldiers shouted furiously, picked up the tables and chairs beside them, and rushed towards the new 17th Division. At this moment, no one would care where the strict military discipline that their Division Commander Du Oqing had strictly instructed them to go.
The cafeteria was in chaos. Countless Federation soldiers were bleeding from their heads, and the air was filled with profanities. The sound of cursing the ancestors and cursing the female family members of the other side rose and fell one after another, reflecting each other. The broken cheap plastic tables and chairs and torn military uniforms accurately marked this chaotic scene.
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In the middle of the intense battle, the loudspeaker in the corner of the cafeteria suddenly rang. Hearing the sound from the loudspeaker, both sides were stunned and slowly stopped fighting. They subconsciously threw away the tables and chairs or chopsticks in their hands and stared blankly at the loudspeaker.
The loudspeaker was not Du Shaoqing's cold and angry rebuke, nor was it Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le's sincere invitation from the sleeping Lieutenant Colonel. Instead, it was the latest battle report from the spaceship.
"The Federal forces have recovered the 3320 and 163 star systems in the entire territory! Commander Zhong has now entered the last base of the Imperial expeditionary force, the command room. "
"In three minutes, the three regions of the Federation will simultaneously broadcast President Pabre's speech on TV. All troops should gather immediately and organize to watch."
The soldiers in the cafeteria clenched their fists tightly. Their eyebrows were either relaxed, furrowed, or trembling. Their expressions were extremely complicated. It seemed like they wanted to laugh, but also seemed like they couldn't. This war had been going on for decades. The last military action was so tragic, but it ended just like that? The people of the Empire were kicked out of the Federation just like that? In the future, the children would ask their father, "What were you doing at that time? Are you going to say that you were beating up a detestable fellow officer?"
The Federation's victory came so suddenly that not many people were mentally prepared. The people in the cafeteria were frozen for a long time before they woke up. The cheers replaced the curses, and the military caps that were constantly thrown into the air replaced the chairs and tables. All the soldiers excitedly clenched their fists and shouted, hugging the first person they could find and patting each other on the back.
After a long period of cheering, the soldiers finally calmed down. They were shocked to find that the person they were hugging might be the person who was fighting with their lives just now. Their expressions changed drastically, and they turned around to go back to their own barracks to find wine to celebrate. They didn't look back at the other party again.
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Old General Ambly stood at the entrance of the heavily damaged fortification, calmly looking at the setting sun in the distance. Around him were traces of Liulin's rampage. The thick glacier was actually cut open, revealing the black rocks underneath.
In the past few days, countless Liulin had poured into the underground fortification that the Empire had built for many years, completely destroying the last of the Imperial expeditionary force's strength. Then, the black and white mixed into the gray sky, making it impossible to tell the difference between the earth, rocks, blood, and corpses.
This old general of the Empire was too unlucky, which was why his troops encountered Liulin. His luck was good, which was why the fortification that had been stopped for so long was actually preserved. However, in reality, it was even more painful for him to be alive, because he saw with his own eyes the mutilated corpses of countless young people from the Empire.
The military cap on his head was long gone, and the general's uniform on his body was full of small holes. The old man looked at the red setting sun and narrowed his eyes. The wrinkles on his face reflected the red light, like a pile of burning paper.
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