The next day, Fu Luo did not work and slept for six hours before getting up for breakfast. He found that the cruel month arrangement on the wall had been replaced, and turned into an old almanac accent like "January New Year" and "February Good Allure Full of Mountains and Rivers".

Fu Luo held a bun in his mouth and stopped and watched for a long time in a way of thinking about his past. On the earth, she really hadn't read the words on the calendar carefully, but now she felt that there was a line of lively inside. She looked at it and felt that spring and autumn fruits were full of grains. When she was dazed, she thought she had returned to the ground hundreds of years ago.

Things change, huge farms replace the fields and fields, and hideous machinery drives away the bullfly cart, but the ancient sayings are not changed at all, like a blessing engraved in the genes.

Dong Jialing walked past her, then returned seriously, and said to Fu Luo: "I know a secret."

Fu Luo quickly swallowed the meat filling and waited piously to share the secret.

Dong Jialing: "Do you know that Yang Ning looks so handsome, why is he still a bachelor?"

Fu Luo felt that the meat filling that had just slipped down from his throat was a little choked.

Dong Jialing: "Because he is a big rustic guy."

Fu Luo: "..."

Dong Jialing said: "I am so happy with the plan last night. Although the New Year is indeed a bit bloody, it is better than this. Do you think it is? While fully reflecting the aesthetics of violence, it can also boost morale - even if it needs to be changed, it will be a little fresher, right? He clearly has a musician's face and does everything he does to dig sweet potatoes..."

Before Fu Luo finished listening, he walked away silently, worried that he would be silenced if he knew too much.

I don’t know if it was Yang Ning’s auspicious words with classical and rural style that worked. In the following week, the entire two parts were particularly smooth, and it was the first time to contact the Earth Alliance scattered in space.

That day, when Fu Luo arrived at the conference room, he found that everyone was very excited. He jumped and shouted around a communication terminal that had not been sealed. Several communication soldiers spoke to the other end almost in a vague response. The other party's reaction was not vague. Different voices spoke foreign dialect that the chicken and duck spoke - not the foreign dialect of the same country.

The translator was left aside and couldn't get in. He listened to the noisy "members meet fellow villagers" who couldn't even speak, with a helpless and festive smile on his face.

Back then, on earth, everyone calculated each other all day long, fought ideologically every three days, protested and warned every two days, and had to rush to have trade disputes every few days, and organized online waters to criticize each other all day long, and mentioned "foreigners", and always felt that it was another name for "big idiots".

But now, the sea of ​​stars is vast, and I hear a voice, but I am so kind that I almost want to pounce on it and eat it for a few bites.

Later, after repeated communication, they learned that this was originally a small group of troops left by the EU, hiding all the way around the solar system. After doing nothing else for half a year, they just "picking people". They picked up a small group of American troops, a small group of Russian troops and a small group of

The African Union formed a hodgepodge of black and white.

When the two sides communicated, they seemed extremely easy to talk. As soon as Yang Ning threw out the new solar system Earth coalition garrison network plan, the other party immediately responded actively. In order to show goodwill, Yang Ning confirmed the coordinates of this group of miscellaneous friendly forces, and asked Zhang Liping, General Staff Office, to rush to bring some of the seized weapons and supplies to bring them warmth.

Fu Luo was so excited when he heard the voice on the communicator that he was so excited that he choked up. For a moment, he had a profound sense of immersion in the history of ancient China sending winter cabbage to North Korea.

At this point, Yang Ning's large network composition produced the first highlight besides the main part, just like the sparks on the prairie, preparing to take advantage of the east wind and sails next year.

Reorganize the country.

The second thing is Ye Wenlin's return, which also represents the return of the sharp knife.

Yang Ning recruited a new vanguard for him among the grassroots soldiers on the front line of the Second Division to train troops. Fu Luo served as a special commissioner for a period of time. For the first time, he observed how Ye Wenlin fought at the war and experienced the freedom of the special forward. He felt that Ye could combine with Jesse with two bad guys... No, it complemented each other.

This experience also made her very rewarding.

Afterwards, the Second Department ushered in an administrative reform. Everyone was surprised to find that the major functional departments of the Second Department began to diversify and became more and more like a miniature space fortress.

Fu Luo felt that he had heard the rumble of the wheels of history.

In a blink of an eye, March is coming.

"Muwa, you are so poor in mathematics and you are so prodigal. Do your mother know?" Jesse, in an accent I learned from, and while walking, he scolded Fu Luo earnestly. He got a pair of glasses, and five people and six people were placed on the bridge of his nose. He looked even more and more like a hooked nose that was about to reach the sky. He said in a nagging manner, "A total of sixteen pirate ships, ah, everyone knows that pirate ships are an object with only big farts. What about you, for these big farts, you actually knocked out three short-range missiles for me!"

Fu Luo: "As you said that, the small warship I drove is also a kind of big-sized object..."

Jesse glared at him and was rather unreasonable: "Yes, a fair battle against farts is so honorable, is it a bird-like battle?"

Fu Luo had to lower his head and hold his chest in order to show his teachings.

"Did you put the missiles yourself? Don't you need money to build them?" Jesse roared at her ears hysterically, "And! The missiles are powerful in destructive power and will blow the enemy ships into pieces! Where is the food? Where is the equipment? They have turned into pieces, and you can steal the bullshit!"

Fu Luo explained weakly: "The opponent's firepower is too strong, I have to find a way to suppress the situation."

Jesse had his eyebrows raised and his eyebrows seemed to fly up from his face.

"Yes..." Fu Luo quickly admitted his mistake, "I can only use missiles to suppress the situation, but I am not good at learning."

Although Jesse had become accustomed to her dough-free personality, she had no way to take advantage of the situation when it came to this point, so she said unreasonably: "Acknowledge your mistakes after saying a few words, there is no blood at all. Are you still a man!"

Fu Luo had no choice but to say: "What does bloody sex have to do with men? This sentence is irrelevant, and I am not a man at all."

Jesse blew his beard and glared: "Who said it!"

"Military Commander..." Fu Luo saw Jesse rolling his eyes and added a more powerful evidence, "Do you want to see the ID card of the People's Republic of China?"

Jesse was a mess: "Is it great to have an ID card?"

Fu Luo calmly pointed out: "That's not the case, but I heard you didn't."

Jesse: “…”

After a while, Jesse suddenly said in a very normal tone, "I find that you are becoming less and less afraid of me."

Fu Luo glanced at him: "I was not afraid at first, but I have reached this point. What else can I be afraid of - are you afraid that Colonel Yang will not give me a raise or a promotion?"

At this time, a young man wearing a technical military uniform hurried over and saw Fu Luo's ejection, and quickly held his breath: "Sir!"

Fu Luo subconsciously looked around first, and was always unable to get used to it. She stuttered: "No... cough, don't be so polite, why are you so anxious?"

"We have received a reply from our comrades!"

Fu Luo was stunned for a moment, and didn't bother to talk to Jesse, so he ran away.

The entire second part—no, now it should be called Saturn Fortress, is boiling.

This time I am a real comrade-in-arms, and I can communicate without a translator. The three space departments that were divided into troops with them and then leaped!

There were crying and laughing in the conference room. Jesse only glanced at it and turned around and left immediately, saying that he could not stand it. He claimed that the noise he could tolerate was limited, and that if he exceeded this limit, it would be easy to retaliate against society. Uh... this "noise" should not include those he made himself.

Fu Luo was involuntarily affected by the atmosphere and suddenly felt a stir. He wanted to join the crowd expressing the carnival, but after careful observation, she found that Yang Ning was sitting inside a little without raising her head and flipping through something, while Ye Wenlin was leaning against the corner of the wall, holding a garbage storage box and eating melon seeds.

When she saw the virtuous and both role models were so calm, Fu Luo didn't want to make herself look too unstable. She struggled to calm the joy on her face and walked towards Ye Wenlin.

Ye Wenlin: "Do you eat?"

Fu Luo shook his head.

Before she could shake her head, Ye Wenlin had already expected it and shrank his hand back - that's right, he dared to be so generous just because he knew that Fu Luo wouldn't eat it.

"What are you doing here?" Fu Luo asked strangely, "Why don't you go over and take a look."

"Shh," Ye Wenlin whispered, "I'm preparing."

“What preparation?”

Ye Wenlin has excellent skills in eating melon seeds, and his mouth is even better than a parrot. He is not afraid of pinching his tongue out of bubbles. He can spit out two pieces of skin in just a few "crack" sounds. He said: "I want to prepare to pour cold water."

Fu Luo was very confused and was about to ask a question, but he held it back.

She felt that she had already been promoted to level A. As a half commander, sometimes it was not appropriate to break the pot if she didn't understand at all, and she tried to form her own thoughts: "Now that his galaxy people have landed, just like two handfuls of mud and sand are mixed together. What can be done in space warfare is already very limited, right?"

"Yes." Ye Wenlin was grinning melon seeds seriously, "Even if we rebuild the cosmic fortress and surround the earth, as long as the enemy does not go to heaven to fight, we will not be able to drive small ships to the ground and bombard our compatriots with missiles."

Fu Luo was silent for a while: "There are also the unstable factors of the Interstellar Pirates and the three armies on our ground. I believe his galaxy commander's life is not very good - is it possible for us to march into his galaxy?"

"I personally think it's so bad. General Yang shouldn't have this idea. What's the use of entering the place where birds don't poop in his galaxy? Do you kill all the people who left them on the ground? Those war madmen don't care about the lives of the people... No, their people are also brainwashed war madmen. Maybe if you kill them, they still feel that they are heroic for their ideals."

Fu Luo was surprised: "Wait, your name is Yang...what?"

"General." Ye Wenlin said in a affirmative voice, "It's just one name, but it's actually that way. Don't you think it's more appropriate to call it that way? This reminds us that we are not leaving the fort to carry out some kind of military mission this time, but that we are the only ones who can fight to the death with the aliens."

Fu Luo leaned side by side against the wall, and the joy just now gradually faded. In the crowd, in the good news of contacting the three ministries, she understood the hint in Ye Wenlin's words - the Chinese Space Force is now divided into two ministries and three ministries, and is probably the most complete armed force in the Earth coalition. These two groups of people belong to one country, and it is definitely not a good idea to separate from each other for a long time...

So one day when we get together, who will have the final say?

"I'm worried about a more complicated situation." Ye Wenlin probably had a dry mouth because of the melon seeds. He patted off the skin of the melon seeds in his hand, poured two glasses of water, and handed it to Fu Luo, "We have been having a good time during this period."

Fu Luo took the water cup and took a sip, waiting for his next sentence.

"Some things, when you feel difficult, are extremely painful, but they are not very dangerous. Instead, you start to feel smooth sailing. The comfort is comfortable, and the danger follows."

Fu Luo frowned, vaguely feeling that there was a huge worry hidden in Ye Wenlin's words. On the other end, the feeling of holding his head and crying in the contactor had begun to calm down. Yang Ning tried to communicate with the supervisor of the third department.

The two stood side by side and became silent with their own thoughts.

However, not long after a while, Ye Wenlin finally couldn't stand it and decided to have sex.

He suddenly spoke, threw a bomb on Fu Luo's head in the noisy background sound: "Hey, don't talk about such a pessimistic thing anymore, just gossip - according to my observation, I found that you, Colonel Yang, think of you... well, it's not ordinary."
Chapter completed!