In the evening, Octavier called Weiss, and she drove herself, driving to the city with the style of an atypical female driver, and stopped at the entrance of a very high-end hotel. Seeing this heroic female officer, the waiter in the hotel was particularly polite, and Weiss stood at the door and looked at Octavier, and said to Octavier: "I didn't bring any money today!"

The female officer ignored her. She looked at her watch and said to Weiss: "We came a little early. You have about half an hour left. Should you buy a gift for your female celebrity and get a photo to come back and sign it? Her photos and postcards can be purchased at any gift shop or bookstore newsstand in Liberty City."

Half an hour? Weiss scratched his head. During the days of Lorraine, he really had no idea of ​​money, because there was no place to spend money, and there was a place that was in ruins and urgently needed to be rebuilt, and it was useless to have money. When he joined General Punk's guerrilla combat command, he continued his previous wartime military post with the rank of guerrilla colonel. This position was between the regular army and the reserve force, and his salary was basically equivalent to the colonel of the regular army. Although Weiss was not very concerned about material treatment, the service light of the guerrilla combat command at that time still explained to him in detail and opened a deposit account for him, specifically to receive allowances. However, since he went to Lorraine, he left the account behind him. Such a military account does not require a passbook, and he can directly withdraw it from the bank with an officer's certificate or a letter of introduction from the military.

Weiss looked around and saw that in such a prosperous neighborhood, there was a bank not far away. He ran over quickly and received priority treatment at the military window. According to the pre-war price level, he took a sum of money enough to cope with the cost of gifts and dinner. But when he went to the gift shop to buy things, he found that the price of the things here seemed to be zero, which made him feel a little frightened: the destructive power of war on normal economic order is really terrible!

I bought a small gift that I made up for, brought the photo of the female star, and rushed back to the hotel. Octavell was already sitting in the second floor, and opposite her was a curly-haired girl wearing a blue top hat. Today, she wore a very beautiful royal blue dress and a rose-red lipstick, making her skin look particularly fair.

"I'm so sorry! It seems I'm a little late." Weiss took off his military cap and greeted the two ladies politely.

Gunnieville was not at all, and warmly greeted Weiss to sit down on the chair next to them: "Sit down! We ordered a diced mushroom steak and a taro cake for you, and I don't know if it's up to your taste."

"But we think the weight is definitely enough," Octavere added.

"Thank you so much!" Weiss responded quickly, "After a day of training, my stomach is already hungry."

Gunnivel looked at Weiss very seriously: "You look much stronger than before the war. With that kind of hardness of the soldier sculpture, it's very good!"

Weiss's changes were largely due to the destruction of war, and the changes of this old friend in front of him were more like the blooming of a bud. I remember that on Bella's birthday, she was pure like a beautiful lily. Although she is wearing exquisite makeup, wearing a gem necklace and fur gloves, she is not stained with the dusty atmosphere.

"Your singing sounds like nature." Weiss touched his nose, "I'm sorry, I only heard it for the first time today. It was "Looking up at the Starry Sky" right?"

Gunnieville smiled and didn't say anything, but Octaveville said next to him: "Ah, I can't believe that someone in the federal army only heard your song today. Forgive him! After all, he is active in the enemy-occupied area, and there is no condition for listening to your songs. Although the trenches on the front line are very difficult, it is still a blessing for the soldiers to have your songs accompanying you every day!"

"I feel very honored that my singing can make everyone forget the pain and temporarily forget the fear and hatred brought by war," said Gunnieville.

"Yes!" Weiss said, "That song has a magical magic that makes us forget our pain. I think only a person with a pure heart can sing such a song with a purification function!"

"Actually, Bella did a great job too! She is very brave and is not afraid when she undergoes surgery. Unlike me, I sometimes feel nervous and almost fainted when I see blood. I think everyone has their own strengths. As long as it can be shown, it is the best arrangement to be meaningful to the country, right! Because each of us has their own strengths, we sit here, and then we have to do our own things tomorrow. Then let us cheer for the better tomorrow!"

Octavell raised his glass: "Yes, tomorrow will definitely be better!"

Weis smiled, his expression a little bitter. What will happen tomorrow? If it was in peacetime, many things could be determined, step by step, simple and boring. Looking back now, I look back and see how comfortable and comfortable it is. During the war, no one knows where I will be in the next second, what I will do, and who I will kill, no one knows!

"I heard that the war is coming to an end." Goneville whispered.

"This kind of rumor has been circulating many times, who knows if it is true?" Octavell didn't seem strange at all, but Weiss looked confused: What's the situation? Aren't the two sides fighting fiercely? Why are they going to talk about peace all at once?

Perhaps noticed Weiss' strangeness, Octavell explained: "You have been behind the enemy for too long and have not been exposed to these strange news. It is actually a good thing. It is true and true, true and false, and no one knows what the truth is. If the war is really over, we don't need to carry out this special mission."

"If the war is over, I should stop the busy and busy military condolences, sing for the soldiers who have returned from the spin in Liberty Square, and then return to school to continue to be my music teacher, how great it is!" said Gunnivel.

"Do you feel sorry? Now you are a star that attracts thousands of people. Wherever you go, someone will ask you for autographed photos. When you go back to school, you can only face a group of ignorant students." Octavell asked her sister.

"I do! Of course I do. I like that kind of peaceful and ordinary life. If possible, I would still be willing to go back to small places like Somsonas, teach a group of simple students and watch them grow up!" Gunnivel said this and looked at Weiss. Somsonas is his hometown and Bella's hometown, but it is now beyond recognition. Even if it is rebuilt, it will no longer be able to return to its original appearance. This is war!

"What would you do if the war is over?" Weiss asked Octavere, "Continue to be a female officer?"

Octaveer thought for a while: "I have never thought about this issue seriously. I always feel that I have been a soldier for the rest of my life. I like the feeling of a soldier. If the war has stopped and there are no need for so many soldiers, then I will try my best to stay in the military academy and continue to be an instructor. If I don't need so many instructors, I can go to the military library to be an administrator."

After hearing this, Weiss couldn't help but feel that she was suffering from phobia such as marriage phobia and was unwilling to return to normal society. With her background, it should be easy to be a strong business woman and a good wife and mother in a wealthy family, but she insisted on choosing the hardest job, being a professional soldier, training every day, and using the barracks as her home. Why is this?

"Ask us all the future, what about you, the pride of the Somsonas - the pride of the Lorraines, huh?" Octavell said with a smile, "Actually, do you know the moment you entered the military academy? I had a strange feeling about you. That feeling, I always felt that you were a difficult guy, but I didn't expect that when I missed it, your achievements were far beyond my imagination. If the war was over, you should be able to continue to stay in the army under your conditions. Will you?"

Weiss thought for a while and replied, "No."

"Then what are you going to do?" Octavell asked curiously.

Weiss smiled: "I want to go back to my hometown, Lorraine. Do something that is beneficial to the people and do something that can change the status quo. Maybe I will go to politics, maybe I will be an entrepreneur, or I will open a research institute, everything is possible."

"I think, as you said so much, there is only one thing you want to do, that is, the one that flashes in your eyes when you speak." Octavell said confidently.

"When is it?" Weiss asked.

But Octavele was unwilling to answer positively: "You know it in your heart!"

"Okay!" Weiss shrugged his shoulders, "Then the second glass of wine, toast us in the future!"

When raising his glass, facing two beauties with beauty with their own beauty, Weiss fell into his own thinking. What is the future he is looking forward to? After the war ceases, will he really willingly return to Lorraine and follow his inner thoughts to do an unusual career? What is the most suitable for him, is the concept that transcends time and space, is the technology ahead of this era, or spend the rest of his life in a simple manner, as if everything is possible!

The hotel is in a good environment and the dishes are delicious. The three of them were using dinner, and the restaurant was bustling with people. No one noticed that someone quickly walked in from the door, walked to a compartment, and said something to his companions. The people around him suddenly had different expressions and talked. Not long after, someone came from outside the door, and people began to discuss the table he was going to. This sound seemed to have a strange infectiousness. More and more people in the hotel walked around, left their seats, and talked to each other, as if something important had happened.

Gunnievil went to the bathroom during the meal. When he came back, he seemed to meet someone he knew. After talking, he hurried back to the dining table and said mysteriously to Weiss and Octavell: "There is news coming from the front line. The Normans sent us a peace invitation. It's really amazing! These people who never give up until they achieve their goals will take the initiative to raise peace. It seems that something must have happened in the Norman Empire."

Weiss was shocked, but Octavere was still so calm. She put down the tableware in her hand, wiped her lips with a napkin, and whispered: "If that were the case, our actions might really be stranded. No matter what, let it be fate! The war ended soon, and there would be fewer casualties. For the overall situation, this is a good thing."

Later, he gave a small gift and asked for a signature photo, but Weiss was a little absent-minded. When he drove back to the station with Octavele, he finally couldn't help asking, what was going on, the Normans were really talking to us about the truce?

Octavell stared at the front with a little wine, making her face slightly red and look even more beautiful, but her cold sword eyebrows and firm eyes made others dare not have any inappropriate thoughts.

"You killed the enemy's crown prince in Slien, and the right to inherit the throne has undergone major changes. Their emperors have not been in good health in recent years. Therefore, it is normal for the power class of the Norman Empire to have something that is not told by outsiders. I heard that some of the princes have already taken the lead, and if the new rule is in power, it is definitely necessary to help him stabilize the newly acquired rights in his hands, or if the old emperor does not die, they cannot get real rights, so they put their main energy back to the country. In this case, they are unwilling to fight with us. On the Northern Line, they have reached peace with the Kingdom of Wessex, and it is not too difficult to make peace with us." Octavell said slowly.

Did the war begin where and end where and then return? Weiss thought.

"Occupying neutral countries, defeating the Kingdom of Wessex, and seizing part of their territory and resources should not be the real ambitions of the Norman Empire. They will make a comeback sooner or later. So, if I were the supreme commander, I would not negotiate with them so easily, but the real commander would not care about the gains and losses of military aspects like me, but should look at the overall situation... This battle also caused the people of the Roman Empire to suffer a lot, and they were unwilling to continue fighting."

"But these are just things we hear from," Weiss said. "The Normans are as cunning, bloodthirsty and cruel as the beasts of the Monamolin Mountains. Their greed is primitive instincts, and peace is not the best result for them."

Octavell was silent for a while before turning his head to look at him: "You are right, so I have always wanted to go to the Norman Empire to see their people, and see what their country looks like. This question has troubled me for a long time. We hope there will be such an opportunity, but now if the truce is really true, the action will definitely be postponed or cancelled."

The second halfway, the two of them thought about their own things, and no one said anything. After arriving at the station, Weiss returned to his room, and Octavell was missing. The next morning, the quarantine officer brought Weiss his equipment. The weapons and equipment distributed by the Federal Secret Service were the best for the army. All new firearms were given priority for them, and even some weapons that were not suitable for mass production were given priority for the special service, so Weiss could easily get a handy guy here.

Moreover, the training of the special service unit is much stricter than that of ordinary troops, and the combat level of officers and soldiers is much better than that of ordinary troops. Although he was appointed as the second commander of the operation, Weiss also needs to participate in strict military training like ordinary officers in daily training. After a day of training, he felt like he had just arrived at the Baston Military Academy: it was a bit difficult, a little hard, and a little tired, but he could continue to learn, make progress, and constantly enhance himself. Everything was positive.

Didn't see Octavele on that day. Weiss was not only curious about where she went. That night, the camp had already urged to turn off the lights. Weiss suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, and hurriedly got up and came to the door. When he opened the door, he saw that the female officer stood quietly outside the door, looking bad, but he couldn't tell what it felt.

"The action time is unlimited, and it is still unclear when it will restart. The general asked us to be on standby and keep training."

"So, we really have to have a truce with the Norman Empire." Weiss speculated.

"What I have received is that the front line has ceased fire. After all, we have killed more than 100,000 soldiers in the past two months, and the number of injured is more than 100,000 soldiers. Such losses have exceeded the expectations of the top military leaders, and President Lebold has also lost his original determination to continue the war. This is a quagmire and no one wants to fall back." Octaveer said with some frustration.

"At Fries, does our flight forces have no imagined advantages?" Weiss raised his own question from a tactical perspective.

Octavell shook his head: "Even ace like Nikola is injured. What can the pilots on the front line do when they return to the rear? I heard that the Normans fought very hard, and they transferred their latest weapons and the most powerful troops. Our flying troops tried their best and suffered a lot of losses. Take a step back and say, how many casualties will we have to bear if we can conquer the Kingdom of Fries and continue to move towards the Norman Empire?"

Weis nodded helplessly: "If this is the case, then maybe the truce will be the most acceptable result for both of us. After all, life is priceless. If this country sheds all its blood, how can there be a future?"

Octavell hesitated for a while: "If you propose to leave now, I think the general should be understandable. You can go back to Lorraine and rebuild your home with your family and friends, because waiting here may be a long way off."

Weiss smiled: "Why, my instructor, do you think I am not suitable to continue training here? Through today's training, I found that I am still far from it. I hope to be your student again and learn more military skills and skills with you... If you don't mind!"

"I don't mind, of course not." Octavell replied, "but I don't think your heart is in war. You are a kind-hearted person and have active thinking. You are suitable for doing something outside the army. So, if the war is really over, you can leave the army and do what you want to do."

"Actually, what you said is indeed something that bothers me. You see, I have been studying hard for three years at the Baston Military Academy and went to the Dellefel Advanced Staff College. It can be said that since I became an adult, all my studies and efforts have been placed in the military field. The experiences and tests I have experienced in the war since then are paving the way for professional soldiers. Leaving the army seems to be a half-way choice. Not to mention others, I feel sorry for myself!" Weiss frankly expressed his true thoughts.
Chapter completed!