Chapter 177 The Future of the Universe (Part 2)

"The process of the three fallen stars has exceeded 97%, and one-third of the troops of the entire Federation have been smashed into it. What else can the imperial people hidden in the mountains eat besides synthetic meat? Even if an idiot is the commander-in-chief, he will not lose anymore. What am I still here to do?"

Zhong Shouhu turned sideways slightly and looked at the beautiful planet below the battleship. The dividing line between darkness and light is so obvious on the pale yellow planet. Every small spark that occasionally flashes between the night hemisphere actually means a powerful explosion. I wonder how many of his sons and imperial enemies died.

The very simple and light statements are naturally even a bit justified and proud and confident. This confidence comes from his experience of fighting against the empire in the Xilin border for more than ten years, from the careful preparations made by the federal military and him over the past year, and from his profound command arrangements like iron steps on the sand over the past hundred days.

However, immediately afterwards, behind the leather seat, he sighed with a completely opposite mood from the previous moment: "I miss the red oil rat meat at the intersection a little."

The Federation is bound to win the military operation. The supreme commander of the military felt a little bored in his heart and said, "The princess of the Empire is waiting for us on the side of the Nebula, but the prince of the Federation has begun to take off his clothes and go bare-handedly. And you, Xu Le, a guy who even I often feel is inexplicable, I seem to be looking forward to something happening in the future."

Hearing the three words "Crown Prince", Li Feng's eyes drooped slightly, and he thought that Tai Zhiyuan was hiding his identity and was taking risks in the planet under his feet.

Mochou's back mountain has always been intimate with the Li family in Philadelphia. He has met Tai Zhiyuan several times and admired this person with different temperaments from ordinary families. According to the sayings circulating in the ground base, Major Yuan Zitai is currently commanding two joint battalions and doing very well... but that guy's health seems to have been a bit bad.

"Whether you can survive on the battlefield is mainly due to a good relationship."

Li Feng unexpectedly thought of what he said when he was very young. From this sentence, he extended to the deformed and iron-blooded life that began at the age of twelve. Thinking of the thrilling scenes experienced on the battlefield and even the cold glance of the god of death in the smoke of gunpowder, the young lieutenant colonel's big heart that had never known what fear was, suddenly shrank.

Glacier mines, wastelands and dense forests, so many stray bullets, so dense gravel, and endless wildfires. I don’t know whether you are a princess or a prince, a honest recruit like a farmer or a veteran who is a poisonous snake.

No matter how amazing a person is, he has a wonderful future, he may die in a terrible way on the battlefield.

"The big waves cannot eliminate gold, and the natural elimination of life and death on the battlefield can truly welcome the final winner."

As the planet 163 rotated, the group of federal warships slowly entered the dark sky area. Most of the light of the stars was blocked by the planets. The surrounding space was transitioning from deep blue to heavy ink. The shadows oozed in from the landing porthole, covering the body of Zhong Shouhu on the chair, which also cast a cold and strange smell on his words.

"The upper level of the federal government has been paying attention to the Secretary Shen Da, the back mountain of Mochou, and the seven great successors of the seven families, but they don't understand that if they have not experienced the real battlefield, these young people will always have fatal flaws."

"I admire Lin Banshan, but this guy is very free and only loves to live his free life in Bermuda."

"Fortunately, there are other young people. Xu Le can grow in the old soil full of darkness and blood, and you, Tai Zhiyuan, with a few clean fruits like this. This is really a wonderful thing."

"Maybe the history of mankind and the development of the Federation will eventually be as boring and dark as tens of thousands of years, but we must firmly believe that the future is possible, so that citizens who do not know the truth can go more firmly."

"This sentence is said by George Carlin. I agree more. I hope that the future of the universe will be for you clean young people, but sadly, I always seem to see that you will be as disgusting as I do in the future."

"This kind of aura is often associated with some nice nouns, such as responsibility, so you have to take into account the overall situation and take into account the overall situation. You have to sacrifice the interests of a few people. Once you start this kind of sacrifice of proactive choice, you... will no longer be clean."

The self-induced light in the battleship room slowly lit up, and a hint of self-deprecating appeared in Zhong Shouhu's white eyebrows, and said, "Little guy, I just want to remind you one thing in the end, the future obtained by sacrificing others can only be a boring repetition without a future."

Li Feng was silent for a moment, gave a serious salute, and replied seriously: "Commander, although I can't fully understand, I understand what I should do if I encounter this situation in the future."

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"This world belongs to you and ours, but it comes down to that bunch of dogs and bastards."

In the military camp of the Sunset Prefecture, Lan Xiaolong held the green tree with one hand and hooked the military armed belt around his waist with the other. He looked at the apology notice on the front page of the electronic newspaper about a false news report. He pronounced this sentence loudly in a chanting tone to express his deepest contempt for the boring politicians and good journalists in the capital's star circle.

The seventh group members were training under the leadership of Xiong Linquan. The Charter Bureau's networking mission has basically ended. The Ministry of Defense did not issue the latest instructions to this small unit that was in rest and recuperation, so they could not conduct targeted training, so they had to be diligent enough to conduct arduous arduous simulation battlefield retreat subject drills to ensure that they could live a few more people on the battlefield in the future.

In the shadow next to the training ground, the video team of Venus Documentary Studio is still faithfully performing their work, shooting a large amount of material, then editing and condensing it into just a few dozen minutes, and sending it to the TV light screens of thousands of households.

Liu Jiao, who forcibly struggled to return to the hospital, was lying in a hammock beside the tree and resting. He was shot in the abdomen and was the key guardian of the seventh group. Hou Xiandong sat on the medical box and followed him without hesitation. After hearing Lan Xiaolong's chanting, Liu Jiao opened his eyes and laughed out in pain. The treatment device that was buckled on the abdomen like a bowl rose and fell, as if he might ejaculate at any time.

Magnolia looked at him worriedly, worried that he would laugh out loud or break his intestines.

Xu Le sat on a military bench, seemingly reading a Guokow Company internal press release carefully, but in fact, he was combing out the movements of the two white light spots through the help of the central computer in his mind, while also caring about the movements of the federal military operations.

"Stop reading Schiller's lines anymore. We can withstand it, but Liu Jiao can't." He raised his head and waved to Lan Xiaolong, who is like a stage actor.

"Oh, I only know that our Chief Xu Le can understand the thirty-seven kinds of oils used in the M series mechas, and can find the breast sizes of all girls in the Golden Glory Nightclub with one hand." Lan Xiaolong complained and said sarcastically: "Hey, I didn't think you were a literary youth, but you actually knew that this was Master Schiller's line. What's wrong? Are you showing off in front of your brother, a master's student?"

The chrysanthemum night market was fighting, followed by the news incident of Xu Le. Group 7 was no longer convenient for him to go out in the rampant street. The officers and soldiers were locked in the barracks and were already a little angry.

Listening to Lan Xiaolong's sarcastic words, Xu Le was not angry, and shrugged and said, "I have told you many times. I have read many liberal arts books and have a lot of cultural literacy, but you don't believe it."

After saying this, he stood up and patted his butt, walked into his office, opened the workbench, started his daily routine work, and received emails from the Capital Star Circle.

The first email was from Shang Qiu. She introduced the development progress of the fruit shell engineering department about the loading booster system on the mx mecha. At the same time, she asked, in the recent battle, all colleagues of the engineering department specifically tuned the mx for Xu Le, how does it feel to use it?

Xu Le only wrote the word thank you in the email he replied, and then stopped, with a wry smile flashing across his face. During the past few months of battle, he had never had the chance to use the mecha, so where could he talk about his feelings?

At the end of the email, Shang Qiu mentioned seriously that maybe soon, she would bring a test team to Xilin Front in person.

Thinking of the death everywhere on the front line, Xu Le's eyebrows were slightly heavy and he was a little worried. Suddenly, he thought that there was no Shang Qiu's name in the last words he had given before performing the last start-up mission on 3320. I was so ashamed...

The second email came from Jian Shui'er. In the letter, she said that she sent him a gift to remember to sign and keep it confidential. As for the mailing process, there is no need to worry about it. It is in the name of her home in Philadelphia, and the military will definitely treat it with caution.

Xu Le was stunned. He didn't understand what kind of gift it was, and he actually occupied a tense channel for military supplies and made Jian Shuier willing to call on the authoritative status of the Li family in Philadelphia.

Unexpectedly, he went to the email and asked carefully. After dealing with the matters at hand, he walked out of the barracks, whispered a few words to Magnolia, and drove out of the barracks in a black car.

At the gate of the barracks, the black car was stopped by the team members who had just finished a round of cruel training. Several team members shouted excitedly: "Boss, the camera team said just now that the third episode will be played next week, so don't forget to watch it."

The most important thing in the federal government is of course the war on the Xilin Front. For hundreds of millions of people, the most real manifestation of this important historical event, the specific object they care about is the documentary called "Seven Groups". This documentary only played two episodes, which triggered a viewing frenzy in the federal government. I believe that as soon as the third episode was released, countless TV light screens would appear to turn into the same picture.

Xu Le was slightly stunned, thinking that it seemed to be a little earlier than the news channel preview. Will it be related to the news incident a few days ago?

Lan Xiaolong squeezed into the crowd and asked loudly: "Where do you want to go alone? Take me with you."

Xu Le glanced at him and replied honestly: "I want to go to Wei Er Road to see the rabbit."

Lan Xiaolong's face turned slightly dark, and he took a breath and said, "I don't discriminate against homosexuality, but isn't it a bit too arrogant and shameless when you yell like this?"

He immediately turned around and left the black car, cursing and complaining: "Is this the fuck the future that the federal key is cultivated?"
Chapter completed!