That night, Paul rushed home from the Second University. His clothes were full of traces of inferior paint. During dinner, he picked up three pieces of wheat vegetables in a daze. Finally, he could not bear the puzzled eyes of his mother and Xu Le. He put down his chopsticks, lowered his head, and said, "I have signed up for military special training."
Aunt Susan took a deep breath in surprise, covered her mouth, and did not speak.
Xu Le looked at Paul's young face, hesitated for a moment, and persuaded, "Now the Federation has just passed through the space channel, and the situation is not so tense. You are a mechanical college student. How can it be your turn to fight?"
"I have to be prepared at all times." Paul replied very seriously, "Brother, I know you have resentment against the Empire. In fact, we do too. The problem is that our country has reached a moment of life and death. Our compatriots are trapped in blood and fire. Brother, forget the hatred related to political conspiracies."
He patted Xu Le's shoulder and said with emotion, "We are not fighting for His Majesty, but for ourselves."
Aunt Susan slowly put down the spoon in her hand, and a proud and gratified expression flashed across her chubby face. She put her hand on her son's thin shoulder and said in a gentle voice, "Do what you want to do."
"Okay." Paul nodded hard.
Xu Le was silent. Looking at the young man of the Empire beside him and thinking that he might walk on the battlefield full of blood and fire, he was a little nervous.
He wanted to teach him some life-saving skills on the battlefield, but on second thought, wouldn't this be too irresponsible to his compatriots?
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Xu Le was a foreign young man who had saved his life and had a very good relationship with him. Now, he was about to enter the battlefield. Perhaps one day, he would hold a gun barrel and spit at him, and then cry as they bid each other farewell. Generally speaking, Xu Le should be very depressed and struggling with a headache.
However, since he had seen too many scenes of comrades dying or surviving by luck on the battlefield in the West Woods, especially this time when he was captured by the Empire, Xu Le's personality changed, or it could be said that he returned to the psychological state of the orphan on Zhonglou Street in Donglin. For problems that could not be solved temporarily, not only could he not think about it, but he was also full of confidence with a sly aura.
He believed that if that day really came, he would definitely be able to find a solution.
Paul was busy with military training and parading in the streets. Aunt Susan was busy making money and then changing the money into hard currency that was not easy to depreciate. Sometimes, she would go to the management office to give wartime gifts. Xu Le, a soldier of the Federation, did not have the consciousness of being their enemy. He still repaired pirated video players and polished all kinds of inferior metal devices as usual, living a quiet and warm life in the small courtyard and attic.
No one knew that when he went to the hardware store every day, he would always sit in the restaurant in the alley next to the White Courtyard for a long time. He silently and attentively observed the environment of the house and the movements around it. Then, he would memorize everything he saw in his mind. When he returned to the attic of the house, he would draw it on the map.
The engineer's meticulous way of thinking made him unusually serious about his preparation work, to the point that he was so serious about every detail. Even so, he still felt that his impulse to enter Master Fan's manor was a little crazy. After all, it was an existence with a taste of history and mystery. And after so many years had passed, who knew where the amazing spaceship that the previous Master Fan had taken was? Was the star map of the third passage between the Federation and the Empire still in Master Fan's mansion?
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On a calm and impermanent night, the warm fragrance of bean paste buns was steaming under the attic. Aunt Susan was humming one of the most famous and most vulgar online songs in the Empire, happily waiting for her son's return.
Paul had already finished the special military training at the Second University. If the situation of the universe war in the future developed to be extremely unfavorable to the Empire, even the civilians of Tianjing had to join the battle. Paul, who had good grades in the Mechanic Department, would definitely become a reserve member very much needed by an Armored Division.
Aunt Susan, who had a tragic life, couldn't have any good feelings for the Empire's royal family and those dignitaries because of the tragic death of her parents and brothers. In her opinion, this country was undoubtedly a tragic world. But as Paul said to Xu Le, ordinary Empire civilians and even slaves, facing the situation of the Federation's large-scale attack, simply and simply put down their hatred for this society in an instant and filled their hearts with love for their hometown, supporting mothers to send their sons to the battlefield with laughter and tears.
Xu Le was in the attic, smelling the warm aroma of food from the market below. He shook his head lightly and walked to the window. He glanced at the distant Fan Manor shrouded in dust and fog, and the new moon that had just risen above the white courtyard. He slowly closed the window tightly, not leaving a single gap.
His left foot slightly stepped forward, his right foot pulled back horizontally, his knees bent at a 60-degree angle, his left hand clenched and retracted to his waist, and his right hand stretched out horizontally, but his fingertips curled strangely.
He silently maintained this posture for ten minutes. Then, he retracted his feet and changed to another strange posture. These postures were obviously against the common sense of the human body. At the very least, he didn't like the reverse-jointed elbows and knees and the trembling thigh muscles and fibres.
These were the ten postures he had practiced since he was a child.
Gradually, trembling was born from the muscles and fibers that were constantly being twisted, squeezed, and rubbed all over his body. Then, it turned into a magical burning power that was hidden under his wheat-colored skin. Following an irregular path, it was transmitted to every part of his body, every finger, every strand of hair, and the tiny holes under each strand of hair.
The air in the attic seemed to feel some kind of attraction, and a gust of wind came out of nowhere, slowly flowing around his almost absolutely still body, intimately communicating with the invisible power that seeped out of those pores, rubbing together and then dispersing.
The magical power that he had practiced for more than ten years was silently called the Tremor Magic when he was a child. Only now did he know that this power actually had a name called Eight Rice. However, just as he learned the name, the powerful power in his body was cut off by Huai Caoshi's even more powerful and irresistible power.
With his life as a bet, Xu Le fearlessly broke through the seal of that finger, and all the meridians in his body were shattered, turning him into a paralyzed patient. After that, this Donglin stone endured pain that ordinary people absolutely could not endure, and actually forcibly picked up all the scattered power in his body piece by piece!
Not only did he recover his original power, he even had a faint leap in some level. Xu Le felt this, but his body was too weak during the escape, and there was no way to know how big the scale of this improvement was.
It was not until Aunt Susan saved him and allowed him to stay in the attic that he somewhat inconceivably discovered a lot of problems.
He slightly narrowed his eyes, looked at the headphones on the straw mat, slowly raised his hands, and felt the scorching heat spewing out from behind his waist. It no longer followed the previous path, but rushed straight out from the inside of his body like a running bison, rushing over his chest, rushing over his shoulder, rushing over his upper arm, rushing over the tip of his elbow, and rushing into his palm.
His palm was still the palm with calluses, but there was a real feeling of swelling filling it, and it seemed to be bigger than what he saw with his eyes. The scorching power was like the air in a balloon constantly pouring into his palm, making his ten fingers feel swollen and sour, especially the skin of the fingertips became very sensitive, as if he could feel the slightest flow in the air.
Xu Le suddenly frowned, softly groaned, and stretched out his ten fingers in the air suddenly flicked!
A series of slight crackling sounds suddenly sounded in the air, as if some kind of invisible power was penetrating the air, and the headphones on the straw mat two meters away from him strangely moved their position in a very strange way!
A cool and refreshing wind reverberated in the attic, stirring up a few strands of dust that he usually did not pay attention to.
Xu Le slowly opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of neat white teeth. He pulled back his hands in front of him, carefully and seriously and shockingly and admiringly, like an engineer admiring the beautiful electron beam that he could never analyze with his intelligence.
This was not the first time that he had discovered the so-called Zhenqi overflow phenomenon, but he was still deeply shocked.
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Opening the window again, Xu Le looked at Master Fan's mansion in the distance under the moonlight, could not help but shrug his shoulders, put on the headphones, and carefully listened to the communication over there through the electronic pulse monitor. This electronic pulse monitor with a simple appearance was made by the parts he purchased in the hardware store in the past two months. With his mechanical skills, it was easy to complete this tool, and it did not let the Imperial Engineering Supervision find any abnormalities.
Lifting the straw curtain, prying open the somewhat rotten floor, and taking out a pistol with a metallic luster, Xu Le silently did the final maintenance, and then stuffed the weapon that he hid before he passed out under his clothes.
"You don't want to eat?" Aunt Susan looked at him walking down the attic in surprise, waving a spatula and said, "You don't like bean paste buns, I also made a pot of chowder soup."
"There's something that I need to take care of," replied Xu Le with a smile.
Aunt Susan had always supported his courage to communicate with the outside world. He had to have the courage to treat the empire's wanted list as shit, so she did not force him to stay. She continued to wave the spatula and shouted, "The curfew is not strict now, but there are a lot of people on the streets. You have to be careful and come back early."
"Okay."
Xu Le walked out of the small courtyard, walked through the alley, stepped on the mud and garbage, and narrowed his eyes as he walked toward the white building. As he walked, he became more and more nervous.
"I'm not an ordinary person."
"Well, people who can use their fingers as engines … are generally not human."
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