Yang Ning lowered his head and stood at the door of Lieutenant General Chen's office. After a while, he raised his chin, dressed in a clean manner, and his face remained calm: "Report."

"Come in."

Chen Zhong was not alone, General Yang was there, but when he saw his father, Yang Ning's eyes did not fluctuate at all, as if he had just seen an ordinary boss, saluting to the two people meticulously: "Chief."

"Take it." Chen Zhong took over the upgrade report in his hand.

General Yang suddenly spoke from the side, "I heard that this time it is the little girl from Wang Yizheng's family."

Yang Ning didn't raise his eyelids: "It's the daughter of Political Commissar Wang."

"Well," General Yang nodded gently. After a moment, he said intentionally or unintentionally, "This time I feel wronged, they are all young people. You have to do more ideological work."

Chen Zhong paused and raised his head wanderingly, feeling a little unsure of the other party's intentions.

Is this a dissatisfaction with the decision of the second department, or...

Yang Jing and General, the general manager of the Space Fortress China War Zone, are not strict bosses, and narrow-minded people cannot sit in this position. However, compared with his colleagues, General Yang seems restrained and taciturn, not very friendly to the people. Even Chen Zhong rarely hears him say a few words of private chat.

A person with high positions and power is not good at talking too much or too taciturn. The consequence of talking less is that every time he says something, Chen Zhong will feel that he has a different meaning, and he can't help but think about it.

Before the careful Lieutenant General Chen could figure out the reason, General Yang said: "But then again, I just looked through her files. The child seems to be not old? Although his background is quite good, he always lacks some experience and is a bit reckless in doing things. Promoting too fast is not conducive to tempering her mood, so it's better to put it down."

...You have finished saying anything.

The amount of information in this sentence was even greater, and Chen Zhong murmured in his heart: "What does 'I just flip through her files'? Even the old comrade-in-arms' daughter has to flip through files? Did he say it casually or imply to distance herself from the relationship?"

Lieutenant General Chen subconsciously glanced at Yang Ning and found that the young man was almost unsuspecting to be favored and disgraced, with an extremely calm expression. No matter what General Yang said, he responded without objection to "yes", as standard as a robot with a program set.

This father and son...

Chen Zhong shook his head, signed the letter quickly, and handed the report back to Yang Ning. When he raised his legs and was about to leave, Chen Zhong stopped him with a smile: "Xiao Yang, stay here and listen."

Yang Ning was stunned, but General Yang was just sitting aside, ignoring Yang Ning and raising no objection.

Chen Zhong changed his mind and vaguely felt that he had the right number to General Yang's pulse this time, so he said kindly: "There are many variables in this war. We are all old. The future is still the world of you young people. Xiao Yang, please work harder."

Yang Jinghe listened mysteriously, as if others were not talking about his son at all, and said, "I heard that the statistics have come out. In those twenty-eight hours, equipment damage, weapons costs, sacrificed personnel pensions and resettlement expenses for their families were nearly 6 trillion global currency. Not to mention military expenses, even if the fiscal revenue of various countries is all on this, we can't hold on for long."

Chen Zhong: "Unless you increase taxes."

Yang Jinghe shook his head: "Now the people on the earth are excited. Although the United Nations has friction with each other, in the most critical situation, they have not yet reached the point of fighting in the same room. Didn't the Japanese shut up now? But in a few years - needless to say, in just three to five years, the escape of humans in his galaxy will happen again. The space war will definitely be illusory for the people. After watching these news every day, they will naturally ignore it. At this time, the sequelae of heavy taxes will all erupt, and economies that have no time to transform will soon drag down our rear."

Chen Zhong clenched his fists and placed them on his knees: "His galaxy is already a war society. The longer the time, the more unfavorable it will be for us."

Both of them were silent for a moment. After a while, Yang Jing and Senran said: "The enemy has seen through this and will never agree to the peace talks. My opinion is that we must fight quickly while our blood is still hot."

On the first day Fu Luo woke up, there were many visitors. In addition to Dong Jialing and Zhang Liping, there were many people who met at the General Staff, which also made the point.

She dragged her injured body and came to see her off for a whole day. She deeply realized the hardships of a job of selling laughter on the door - she laughed froze and finally got to rest.

The lights in the nursing room automatically turn off at o'clock. Apart from medical instruments, only the new phone sent by Yang Ning flashed with a little fluorescence.

Colonel Yang served home and found her model photo in front of the tomb for some reason. She put it on her mobile phone to make the theme. The high-definition screen greatly restored the shots at that time. The neutral dress in the picture became more and more vague, and it looked very distinctive.

For a moment, even her own side face became unfamiliar.

It hasn't been long since it has passed, and Fu Luo almost felt that the lazy and regular life on earth has become like a thing of the previous life.

Space Fortress is a military stronghold. It is not distinguished from day or night. In the darkness, it seems "late night" and people are not quiet. It only relies on the high-intensity sound insulation of the intensive care unit. Not only can it fail to create artificial tranquility, but it amplifies boundless loneliness.

Fu Luo finally plucked up the courage to open his inbox and looked through all Fu Xiaoxin's messages one by one.

She could almost feel the other person's strong emotions from Fu Xiaoxin's lines.

First, anxiety—

"Fu Luo, where have you been?"

"Return the phone immediately, why not answer!"

Then, it seemed that he slowed down his tone as much as possible and discussed with her-

"You go home first, can we talk about what happened in the future?"

"This time, the access control will not be opened."

After another five or six, her suppressed anxiety turned into anger little by little—

"You're still excited, right? Fu Luo, answer the phone!"

Then, it was hysteria—

"If you don't come back, you will never have to come back!"

The hysteria continued to escalate, and finally it was like a big bubble. With a "bang", it broke, and everything returned to a dead silence.

"Are you determined to go to that damn space?"

as well as……

"Okay, I will pretend that I have never given birth to you in the future."

Next, Fu Xiaoxin seemed to do what she said, and there was really no more words.

She searched through every message in the mailbox, even the spam mailbox, advertising mailbox, and other software forced purchases and sale emails... and opened all of them, and she read every message from the earth again and again until the medicine pulled her into a restless sleep.

She was like a child who had lost her father. Although she was not panicked, she finally tasted the difficulties and loneliness of this thorny road.

Under the starry sky, the harsh words from her homeland she guarded were like a piece of ice stuck in her chest and a thorn in her throat.

It is inconvenient to express it, and there is no way to express it, so I have to toss and turn in my dreams.

A week later, the wound on Fu Luo's body healed under the influence of powerful healing agents, and she was finally released from the critically ill nursing room.

The powerful healing agent applied to the wound is much more painful than the salt on the wound. Although it was very efficient to block two blood holes in a week, it was a torture for the injured person himself.

Anyway, when Fu Luo was discharged from the hospital, his whole body almost shrank, which was faster than when Teacher Robin forced her to wrap her plastic wrap around. It can be seen that those who failed to lose weight, except for the real hormone disorder, were mostly just unable to endure hardship.

Unexpectedly, before she returned to the General Staff, she met someone first.

"Shi..." Fu Luo quickly remembered that this was a pseudonym, and immediately swallowed the remaining two words, almost biting his tongue, "Sir."

Jesse smiled and waved his hand at her indifferently and said, "Hello little beauty, my Chinese name this week is Xie Liting."

Very good, it has become "sweeping immediately" again.

The madman Jessie looked at Fu Luo up and down, shook his head in an unknown expression, and frivolously said, "Oh, the young girl is so attractive, she is so delicate and tender that she is very pleasing to the eye."

For any warrior, this was very rude. Fu Luo paused and frowned slightly, but for the sake of his life-saving benefactor, he did not attack on the spot.

"Is it good for a little girl like you to stay on the earth? There are new beautiful clothes updated every season, and fragrant cosmetics - if you can enter the General Staff at your age, your family conditions will probably not be bad, right?"

Of course, Fu Luo understood Jesse's sarcasm. She felt a sense of insulting anger in her heart at first, and then she thought about it and remembered the scene of Jesse driving a small ship stolen from the enemy to kill all directions. She quickly calmed down again.

This senior whose origin has become a mystery is not a little better than her.

Fu Luo lowered his head slightly and admitted that he made sense.

Military academy is always just a school. When she got into the exam, she was no different from all the spoiled and stupid middle school students. After several years of self-hard work, she was just her "self-conceived" as an only daughter.

She did have a relatively smooth life since she was a child and had hardly suffered.

When Fu Luo thought of this, he almost felt ashamed.

Jesse smiled badly and waited to see Fu Luo's furious scene - the front line is so difficult, and teasing the little girl is not much of a pastime.

Who knew that after hearing this, Fu Luo lowered his head without reaction and pondered for a moment, then sincerely reflected on himself and said, "You are right, I still have a lot to learn."

Jesse: “…”

He had never seen such a young man with no blood before, and he had gained some knowledge.

It was so boring - Jesse, who was boring, smashed his mouth and turned around and left without saying a word.

Fu Luo had just left the critical illness nursing room, so the General Staff Office did not arrange for her on duty. She returned to her dormitory and tidied up for a while, then left for the simulation training room of the second department.

These days she was hospitalized, and in addition to thinking about the relationship between herself and her family, she recalled the scene of the blonde old man who was chasing her millions of artillery fire that day.

She was already down-to-earth and diligent, and she could not help but feel itchy when she saw such a strong man in front of her.

After Fu Luo was shot down in the simulation training room for the fourth time, three hours later, her clothes were soaked in sweat.

Fu Luo looked back at the last game with a little confused, and she only persisted for less than twenty minutes.

The density of artillery fire in the simulation trainer is far less than that of the day's escape, but the long-term high-intensity simulation training brought great pressure to her spirit, and her hands, eyes, and even her brain were all slower by a few beats.

Fu Luo rubbed his eyebrows and crawled out of the simulation cabin a little tiredly. He decided to be here first today.

Unexpectedly, the hatch door opened and as soon as she showed her head, she saw Jesse.

The frivolous smile on Jesse's face disappeared, and he looked down at Fu Luo, like an old gangster, swaying with one leg at the door of the simulation cabin, and said in a very bastard: "I heard that in the military academy of your regular army, you can only teach some weak little girls and mothers. The simulation system actually sets the damage threshold? Then aren't you just playing electronic games in class every day?"

Fu Luo ignored his sarcasm and said politely: "Mr. Jesse."

"Will you sit in the classroom and recite various emergency situation principles? Do you need to carry your hands behind your back like a little doll when you are memorizing?"

Fu Luo thought about it and replied seriously: "It is necessary to stand and rest, but it is not necessary to sit."

Jesse shut up and stared at the young female soldier with a frank face. The muscles on his face suddenly became tense, like an angry lion. He narrowed his eyes, and the slender scar on his face was pulled and trembled, but his voice was very light: "Get in, come in and have another fight, we use the battle mode."

Fu Luo widened his eyes, was startled first, and then became vaguely excited. The invincible strong man, like the marginal space, did not make her feel fearful enough, but instead developed a kind of indescribable yearning. Without saying a word, she immediately retreated to the simulation cabin.
Chapter completed!