There was no movement in the command center for a few seconds, which was an unstoppable mistake in the ever-changing space battle.

Ye Wenlin had to remind: "The enemy command ship has been shot down."

"Enemy... cough." Fu Luo's voice was very low, and despite this, it still broke the sound.

She shut up, but did not neglect her duties. The next moment, the detailed coordinate group was sent from the command center to each warship. Even if she was an amateur, she knew that she had dismantled the entire enemy camp at a glance.

Ye Wenlin: "The sharp knife takes its place and charges."

The silent commander no longer gave any instructions, but just sent out precise coordinates silently, allowing the fleet to enter and exit the enemy ship group under the guidance of the sharp knife.

After another half an hour, a communication request suddenly came in - the small coalition of Earth was moving in full swing and had just arrived.

The battle has come to an end.

At this moment, there is nothing to fight in this battle.

A rescue unit from Earth's Saturn Fortress rescued from a long distance and wiped out the elite troops of four divisions of his galaxy. Once the news came out, the world was in an uproar.

The small coalition forces that had been hiding finally regrouped and officially appeared in people's sight.

On the same day, the commander of the Little Alliance ordered the migration and went to Saturn with the rescue troops in a semi-escort manner. At this point, the remnants of the United Nations fortress that were wandering outside gathered again, looking at the direction of the parent star in the distant Saturn.

The negotiations between the United Nations and the interstellar pirate representatives lasted for as many as twenty-four hours. The verbal maneuvers were on the negotiating table, but the chips were outside the negotiating table. This was a war where the field and the front line, intelligence and military supplies were concentrated together. Each place was a weight. Every time a weight was added, the sensitive balance would slightly tilt in a certain direction.

Except for the parties involved, no one knew what the process was like at that time, but everyone saw the results.

Twenty-four hours later - the interstellar pirates unilaterally broke the contract with his galaxy humans and took the blood-stained materials they had plundered on the earth for a brief moment.

The betrayal of allies and the crushing defeat of elites forced his galaxy to re-enforce space defenses and redistribute the two battlefields of ground and air. The two sides briefly stopped and brewed a more tragic decisive battle.

To some extent, the Earthlings and the humans in their galaxy have finally reached the critical point of equal strength.

Well, that day was Mid-Autumn Festival.

In Saturn's fortress, all countries returned to their positions. This time, the distinct intercontinental and nationalities disappeared. The public restaurants at each level became the World Cultural Square. The colorful national flags were sewn together piece by piece, like patches, and used as tablecloths or tapestries.

People who come in and out all kinds of things are all about. At first glance, they all speak Fanbian dialect, which makes them look like birds singing and flowers.

Yang Ning was still unsociable in his command center where he had been alone. His back was tall and thin, his uniform was washed white, his collar and cuffs were still meticulously buttoned, his expression was polite and indifferent.

On the other end of the video is the United Nations delegation on the ground. Wang Yansheng stood in the corner behind the Chairman's hand and looked at Yang Ning from a distance, like a ghost.

"Your letter of commission will be issued and informed worldwide within three hours," the chairman looked at Yang Ning and said with emotion. "We can't imagine that one day the Earth coalition will merge in this situation and have a commander-in-chief."

Yang Ning kept the seriousness of a soldier, standing there without saying a word, without interrupting, and his handsome eyebrows were as immovable as a mountain.

"I heard that the commander of the rescue fleet was a female soldier who had just joined the army the day before the war?"

Yang Ning nodded briefly: "Yes."

"It's still a child," sighed the Chairman, "Oh, in the eyes of our old people, you are actually a child."

At that moment, Yang Ning felt that things in the world were so wonderful.

If it were the one he used to be, he would definitely follow the Chairman's words and make the atmosphere of this conversation more intimate - Yang Ning is committed to making himself a person who is versatile and versatile, and he wants to make it difficult for everyone to connect him and Yang Jing together.

But at this moment, he didn't speak out in a strange way, and he was so proud that he didn't hear anything, as if he had been possessed by Yang Jinghe.

The Chairman turned his head to the heads of other countries and said, "Looking at this child, he doesn't look very similar to Lao Yang, but his expression and temperament are not bad at all."

The translator spread this sentence quietly. Everyone nodded politely and agreed whether they were familiar with Yang Jinghe. Yang Ning finally raised the corners of his mouth stingyly and quickly took it back.

So the dead are not without a trace, they are buried in the blood of the living.

After a brief communication, Yang Ning left the command center.

He first went to the dormitory area of ​​the General Staff and saw Fu Luo's avatar was black - it meant that there was no one in the room.

Yang Ning hesitated for a moment, turned around and walked towards the simulation training room.

The simulation training room that comes with the ship has basically been abandoned. The real sword and gun battle cannot be defeated. Who would still run here to play electronic games?

As the first commander-in-chief of the Earth Alliance in human history, this man, who was incredibly young, stopped at the door as if he was close to home. After hesitating for a while, he seemed to have made up his mind and walked in.

Fu Luo is in the simulation cabin.

She did not turn on the battle mode, but just pretended to be alone in the extremely old battleship of "Guardian 3", wandering endlessly in the universe.

There are no enemies, no fortresses, no endless commands, nothing.

There is only infinite darkness and limited glimmer.

Such an environment once made her nervous and anxious, and almost caused cosmic phobia, but now it only made her feel at ease.

Guardian No. 3 was the antique she simulated against Jesse when she closed the damage threshold for the first time. Last time it disintegrated itself into a cosmic floating object under the pressure of Jesse.

This time it was fine. Fu Luo did not turn on the power system and still let it float and rotate endlessly. She lay on her back in the cockpit, suddenly not knowing what tonight.

Is death the same? She thought so.

Are the dead people floating alone in the dark like this?

In the dark, will they still be conscious?

Will they miss, miss, miss, and even cry like living people?

Or... because it is too small, the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness of ordinary people has no meaning?

She looked into the universe through the transparent top of Guardian No. 3, her vision was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, and silent tears kept flowing down the corners of her eyes and temples. Soon, her hair on her temples was wet.

There was a mechanical rustling sound in his ears. Fu Luo felt a little numb and his chest was cold, as if he had been penetrated by thousands of arrows once, and the cold clusters of arrows were still in her flesh and blood.

Suddenly, a soft "ding dong" sound came from the "rustling" sound. It seemed that someone gently pressed the doorbell. Fu Luoran's wooden eyes finally turned, and he noticed that the simulation system prompted other nerve groups to access.

"Are you here to do battle practice?" Fu Luo thought indifferently.

The next moment, she decided to ignore the entry prompt. If the other party wanted to fight, he would just shoot it down casually.

She seemed to have lost her strength and just wanted to find a place to take a good look at the stars.

A vague shadow appeared in the shabby scope of Guardian No. 3, and it was still the yacht.

However, the other party slowly approached, but neither introduced himself politely, sent a simulated battle start request, nor did he take the initiative to attack.

The driver just said nothing and kept a distance of about twenty meters. He stopped the power system in vain like Guardian No. 3, floating around Guardian No. 3 like a shadow.

Historically, that yacht was the dead soul under the sword that won the first battle of Guardian No. 3.

In the simulation system, they look like two mosquitoes walking in the vast universe.

Where did the freak come from in the yacht?

Fu Luo didn't know, but the existence of others changed the originally monotonous "rustling" sound in her ears. Gradually, she heard that the "rustling" sound was mixed with the "rustling" sound.

In the darkness, she subconsciously couldn't help but withdraw her confused mind and focused her energy on the sound. The music gradually became clear. The familiar tune echoed leisurely in the sealed cabin. Fu Luo was stunned and then murmured: "I don't want to listen to this, I want to listen to "Nanyuan"."

The music paused and then came to an abrupt end. After a moment, I wondered how the other party did it, "Nanyuan" flowed into the middle of Guardian No. 3.

Fu Luo said to himself: "I regret it a little, but I don't know what I regret."

The people on the yacht did not speak, but the twists and turns of the piano sound of "Nanyuan" seemed to be responding to her words.

Fu Luo closed his eyes and felt that he should think about something, for example, she could recall the days she lived with Wang Yizheng when she was young, and the days when he came to visit him clumsyly after his parents divorced, and recall how that bastard Jesse had always ravaged her.

But she found that she had no strength to recall this little memory.

After a long period of silence, she repeated meaninglessly: "I don't know what I should regret."

Thousands of words and words are annihilated together.

Before she knew it, Fu Luo was exhausted. She fell asleep in the dark in the simulation system and the song of "Nanyuan".

The simulation system detected that the user had lost consciousness and gently disconnected automatically.

The simulation cabin slowly opened, and there were still tears on her face.

Yang Ning stood outside and stood silent for a long time.

Then he asked softly with the volume of his whisper, “Can I wipe your tears?”

No answer.

Yang Ning waited for a while, pretended that he had received the permission, nodded politely and said, "Thank you."

He stretched out his bent index finger and carefully wiped off the tears that Fu Luo had lost his hair.

Yang Ning bent down, and with the dim lights of the simulation cabin, he looked at Fu Luo attentively for a long time, and then said in an inaudible voice: "Can I hug you?"

Still no answer.

His eyebrows that had not been stretched all year round were gently opened, and a careful smile appeared on the corners of his dry and pale mouth.

"Thank you." Yang Ning said, leaning over and untied Fu Luo's simulation system with the gentlest movement, holding her head and knee bend, and carrying her out of the simulation cabin.

Ye Wenlin was waiting outside the dormitory area of ​​the General Staff at some point. When he saw Yang Ning sending Fu Luo back from a distance, he was stunned for a moment.

Yang Ning nodded to him very slightly and walked in.

When she wakes up, there will be a new and unavoidable battle.

Fu Luo fell asleep for three days in a daze and was almost sent to the medical department for nutritional injections.

Then she got up as if nothing had happened, cleaned herself up, washed her face, changed into a uniform, put on a new epaulette, ate a high-calorie breakfast, and went to her superiors to report as usual.

During these three days, the experts who survived the disaster and the entire Earth Alliance were concentrated, and a relatively simple Space Space Science Academy was established, sharing a database with the Ground Space Science Alliance.
Chapter completed!