From that day on, Xu Le's journey back to the capital ring was no longer disturbed, so he had more time to think about what he might face after returning to S1. He asked himself what he should do and how he should do it.
Sitting on the soft sofa in the exclusive cabin on the top floor, he tilted his head and looked at the space scenery outside the window that had never changed and seemed to change at any time. Holding the slightly hot tea in his hands, he pondered in silence. Judging from the recent events, such as Changfeng Base not issuing a pass, especially the three spaceships that wanted to kill him at all costs, the radical faction seemed to be getting stronger and stronger in the federal military, which seemed to be somewhat illogical.
He took out his phone from his jacket pocket and looked at the message from Shi Qinghai from Charter Square. His thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he roughly confirmed that his guess was correct. That organization was indeed using the Trinity Association as a cover, and that person was indeed a member of it.
"It's really hard to imagine." Xu Le clumsily blew away the hot steam and scum on the teacup and carefully took a sip. He silently sighed in his heart. He couldn't connect the scholarly general with the leader of the radical faction.
Lee Zaidao, the only son of the Federation's military god, Lee Zaidao. In the early 1970s, when the Federation's internal conflicts gradually emerged, many people, including Xu Le and Mochou Houshan, thought that he was the best candidate to lead the Federation's army and slowly enter the era of change, so they were very happy to see him take over the two most important military positions of General Miles.
The military god Li Pifu also thought so and arranged it.
However, it seemed that the Creator really liked to joke. This gentle general with a scholarly demeanor had suddenly become the real leader behind the radical forces.
If Li Bofu under the yellow earth knew about this, who knew what his mood would be like.
Xu Le cupped his cheeks with his hands that were warmed by the hot tea. His burning eyes gradually relaxed as he gently exhaled a mouthful of turbid air that he couldn't describe. His thin lips pursed.
Knowing that the biggest and most secret enemy was Lee Jae-do, he was shocked and a little disappointed. But more than that, he was calm and powerful after knowing the answer. Many questions that he didn't understand before were answered now.
The battleship from the West Woods flew firmly to the capital ring. No matter what obstacles it encountered, as long as it continued to fly, there would be a day when it would arrive. For the current Xu Le, the thing he was most worried about was the safety of President Pabre.
Logically speaking, no matter how crazy the radical faction of the military was, it was impossible for them to take such a risk to target the elected president of the Federation. However, Xu Le had seen those people do too many unreasonable things. Especially recently, he had been unable to contact the president directly. He was always blocked in the middle by the office director of the official residence.
Four and a half years ago, after winning the election, President Pabre intended to break the old rules and continue to use his private phone to contact his old friends and relatives. However, this effort to be close to the people only lasted for two months before it was forced to give up because of the strict security regulations. Any request to contact the president directly would be redirected to the office of the president's official residence.
This was where the problem lied. The Federal Central Computer helped Xu Le to confirm the president's safety, and since the president was in the official residence, it couldn't provide much information.
"Colonel Xu Le, we have arrived at the Old Moon base. We are going to hand over the battleship to the military. What's your schedule?"
The captain's respectful voice sounded from the communicator.
Xu Le was slightly stunned. Outside the window, he saw that the landscape of the Old Moon was already pale and weathered. The airless land was still filled with dense and spectacular black solar collector panels. Above the shallow arc of the moon, a beautiful blue and white planet was suspended in mid-air. Further away, he could faintly see the trace of the new moon.
"Thank you for taking care of me on this trip. I have arranged for someone to pick me up."
Xu Le calmly replied. Then, he picked up the military backpack on his shoulders. After carefully checking the equipment, he put it on his back and tightened the fiber strap in front of his chest.
A few minutes later, he left the Sub-Feather-Class battleship alone and walked along the deep underground tunnel to the Old Moon base. The underground tunnel, which was made of alloy, reflected a white light, isolating the cold and vacuum of the Old Moon base. It also blocked out all sounds.
"A few years ago, when I had a trial battle with Madman Li on the peak of Katy Mountain, I think I walked through this tunnel."
Xu Le didn't stand on the automatic transmission belt. Instead, he walked in the deep and empty tunnel with his two feet. He listened to the crisp and lonely sound of his military boots as it echoed along the long tunnel. He sighed emotionally in his heart.
"At that time, I thought Xiao Meng was dead, so I kept thinking about revenge. I didn't want Madeleine to win the presidential election, so I went to Nutshell to develop MX. After that, Shi Qinghai finally found out about it. After that, the two of us didn't make an appointment, but we went to S2 Mountain Surrounded by Mountains to kill people. Now that I think about it, I was really a hot-blooded and impulsive young man."
"Aren't you now?" the Federal Central Computer asked calmly.
"Not anymore. You can say that I'm mature, but you can also say that I'm old and senile." Xu Le furrowed his brows and looked at the shadow in front of him who was being chased and stepped on by his military boots. He said, "Maybe it's because I saw too many people die at the front line. My comrades often die in front of me, so this time when I died, I didn't feel too sad, nor did I feel uncontrollable anger."
"It's like this. I felt that when I looked back at the Imperial Star Circle, I was really just sending him off." Xu Le shrugged and said seriously, "This kind of calmness even made me feel a little inconceivable and ashamed."
The Federal Central Computer replied calmly, "According to my observation, your sadness and anger are far beyond what you think."
"But I haven't cried at all." Xu Le suddenly stopped and tilted his head to ask, "When I found out that he was dead, I thought I was going to cry. I didn't want Little Watermelon to see me, so I ran to the bathroom. But when I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn't feel like crying at all."
"You did cry," the Federal Central Computer reminded him.
"I didn't," Xu Le shook his head and insisted.
"The Federation Standard Time is 14 days, 7 hours, 37 minutes, 10 … 8 seconds ago, at the West Woods border space checkpoint, when the group of students were singing 27 glasses of wine, a drop of eye slid down from the edge of your left eye."
The Federal Central Computer used the most accurate time reversal and image reconstruction ability to make someone fall into silence.
After a moment of silence, Xu Le started walking in the underground tunnel again. He lowered his head slightly and explained in a low voice, "It's like this. I didn't sleep well at that time."
The old man was silent for a while and suddenly said, "After Shi Qinghai died, you said 'it's like this' a total of 114 times."
Xu Le was silent. He hid the sadness in his heart and walked toward the members of Group 7 at the end of the tunnel.
The young officer with the backpack came back from thousands of miles away. He stood in front of the porthole and shook his head. Countless bullets flew like broken kites. When he lowered his head, the Federation's battleship became a piece of scrap metal without power. When he straightened his body and didn't cry, he just wanted to see his friend off or ask for a reason.
Yes, that was the situation at that time.
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(This chapter is only about 2,000 words. It's too hard to write. I don't know why, but I can write 3,000 words. I don't dare to write anymore. I'm afraid the quality is too low.
It's like this. This repetition is my personal experience. Is it the nerve reaction after a big blow? I like this design very much.
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