Three medium-sized Federation air-to-ground transport ships dragged their long tails as they charged into the atmosphere, drawing three clear lines in the air. After leaving the mothership, the transport ships used their fastest speed to search this strange and desolate mineral planet. They finally found the weak signal near the southeastern plateau. However, due to the magnetic interference, they couldn't pinpoint the exact location.
After a while, the alloy gate at the bottom of the transport ship slowly opened. More than ten tall black MX mechas roared as they jumped out. With the help of the auxiliary wings, they instantly glided over a height of more than ten meters, completing an extremely risky forced landing.
The surface of the dead mineral planet was filled with large rock peaks. Amidst the clouds of dust caused by the forced landing of the Federation MX mechas, the three transport ships drew an arc from left to right and flew towards the slightly flatter temporary landing site more than ten kilometers away.
"We have landed."
"Searching in progress."
"Signal source within three kilometers."
On the surface of the mineral planet that was severely lacking in oxygen, the ten black MX mechas activated vacuum mode. In the quiet and slightly noisy communication system, the voices of the pilots rang out from time to time. These Federation soldiers knew the importance of their mission very well. They knew that these reports would not only be transmitted back to the fleet command hall and the forward base of Planet Yellow Disaster, but also to the ears of the President and countless Federation citizens.
"We found him."
The voice in the communication system suddenly became agitated.
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The elite pilots of the Third Airborne Mecha Brigade of the Federal Fleet did not think that the target they were rescuing was still alive. Although the target had said something calm and exciting, the oxygen content in the atmosphere of this planet was too low. Hence, when they saw the scene in front of them, their strong wills that had been honed on the battlefield couldn't help but be shaken by the scene in front of them.
The rock peak in front of them had already collapsed. The dust had already been blown away by the wind. The Bureau of Proclamation's three-winged ship that had attracted the attention of the entire universe had fallen miserably among the rocks. When the three-winged ship fell, it had obviously caused an explosion. However, because of the lack of oxygen, the explosion wasn't strong enough. It looked like a large piece of iron that had been smoked for billions of years.
Dozens of meters away in the sand, the target they had been searching for was sitting cross-legged on the ground. The emergency communication equipment beside him was scattered. This guy was covered in blood and dust. He looked battered and exhausted, but his eyes were closed and his thin lips were tightly pursed. He looked so calm.
It seemed that this guy was just a little tired, so he sat on the sand to rest for a while. The problem was, who could rest in an air with only 0.14% oxygen?
In the surveillance light screen, the person who was sitting peacefully in the sand with his eyes closed was too quiet. Even his chest was not moving up and down. His face was abnormally pale, giving people a feeling of fear.
The three MX mecha closest to him roared away. As soon as the heavy mechanical legs landed, the hatch of one of the MX mecha opened instantly. A thin, slightly short major of the Federation jumped down without hesitation and staggered to Xu Le's side.
This major looked at the burn marks on Xu Le's pale face and the purplish bruises that were slowly spreading across his thin lips. A trace of panic and fear flashed through his bright eyes behind the transparent helmet. He took off his oxygen mask as quickly as possible and roughly put it over Xu Le's nose and mouth, completely ignoring the danger he was about to face.
The pilot of the 3rd Airborne Mecha Brigade also followed him out of the cockpit and brought the seemingly dead Xu Le back into the MX mecha.
The hatch of the MX mecha quickly closed with the hum of the engine. The thin major pulled out his oxygen mask and breathed rapidly several times. After waiting for the life support system to replenish the oxygen in the cockpit, he pulled down the mask on Xu Le's face with force and patted his cheeks lightly. He said, "Wake up."
And so, Xu Le woke up.
After adjusting from that strange and mysterious internal breathing to the normal lobe breathing of a human, the severe lack of oxygen made him unable to immediately adapt to the current environment in the cockpit. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the face in front of him whose eyes were tightly shut and who was frantically urging him to wake up. His vision was a little blurry, but for some reason, he felt that this face was incredibly familiar. It was as if he had been looking at this face for countless years and had already carved it into the deepest recesses of his mind.
A few drops of tears fell from the corner of that panicked Federation major's tightly shut eyes out of fear. They dripped onto Xu Le's dust-covered face, waking him up a little more.
Then, more tears fell. The colonel holding him in his arms cried incessantly, patting or rather stroking his cheeks and saying softly, "Wake up quickly. I still have a lot of questions to ask you. For example … why is your face so thin?
Tears fell like rain on Xu Le's face, washing away the dust and pain. It was a little salty, just like the beautiful sea beside the Golden Star Hotel in the West Woods. Xu Le slowly opened his eyes wide. Looking at that beautiful and heart-stirring face so close to him, he opened his mouth and asked in shock, "Jian Shui'er, why are you here?"
Even though he had obtained a great increase in personal combat strength during his one year in the Empire, the endless escape and injuries had also accumulated a lot of injuries. These injuries suddenly erupted when the tri-winged warship crashed into the ground. At this moment, Xu Le was extremely weak, and his voice was exceptionally hoarse and soft.
Jian Shui'er, who was holding him in her arms, was in extreme nervousness and pain, so she didn't hear these words at all.
Xu Le lightly pursed his lips. Looking at Jian Shui'er's face that was so close to him, a trace of an incomparably brilliant smile appeared on his face. In his past impression, this national idol still carried a trace of absolute calmness behind her gentle appearance even after she had become extremely close to him. Who could have imagined such a weeping beauty like today?
It seemed that he had finally returned alive. This felt really good.
Being hugged tightly by Jian Shui'er, that soft and warm feeling, felt really good.
"Stop crying. If you continue to touch me so hard, my face will definitely become even thinner." Xu Le spoke again with some difficulty.
This time, Jian Shui'er heard him. She opened her eyes in confusion and looked at the thin but still familiar face that was so close to her. Looking at the pair of incomparably clean and interesting eyes, she finally understood what had happened. Her mouth opened in disbelief, and she stuttered, "You're alive?"
"I'm not dead."
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After reporting the news of successfully rescuing Colonel Xu Le to the fleet, Jian Shui'er finally completely relaxed. She didn't care how the Federation would rejoice after hearing this news. She only cared about the current condition of the man in her arms.
At this moment, she suddenly remembered that she had been hugging Xu Le tightly all this time, and had been crying for him all this time. Looking down, she saw Xu Le's head was tightly pressed against her chest, and he was looking at her with his eyes wide open. Two traces of blush gradually spread across his cheeks.
"You can help me up now." Xu Le said.
Jian Shui'er's subconscious reaction was to push Xu Le away, but for some reason, she didn't do so. Instead, she hugged this man tighter in her arms. With a trace of stubbornness, she thought to herself, Since you're alive, then I'll never let you go again.
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Two days ago, I wrote too much. Today, I suddenly became absent-minded. Plus, I was busy with some personal matters, so I only wrote two thousand words. Tomorrow, I'll write three chapters.
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