MTL - Interstellar Fairy Tale-Chapter 16
Galactic Calendar January 27, 1128
The Eighth Fleet, led by Colonel Edgar, arrived at the Kanon military fortress. When Colonel Edgar, who was wearing a neat military uniform, appeared in front of the fortress commander Terry, the two sides had a brief greeting. To Colonel Edgar's surprise, the forty-eight-year-old fortress commander in front of him frowned deeply and seemed to be troubled by some problem. When Terry served in the space fleet, he was Edgar's boss. Edgar rarely saw Terry like this. Even if he was surrounded by the rebels of the colonized planet, the man in front of him could still fight back calmly. To make Terry embarrassed like this can only show that what Terry encountered was not an ordinary problem at all. Most likely something deeper is involved.
"Ah, sorry."
Commander Terry feels guilty for not being able to concentrate. However, the news from the Royce celestial body recently made him more and more worried, so that the arrival of the Sixth Fleet could not make him raise his eyebrows.
"Edgar," Terry put his hands on the desk, motioning Edgar to sit down, "if, I mean if, some terrible beast hides his fangs and claws and smiles at you. Show his friendliness and love, will you believe it?"
"No." Edgar said his answer without hesitation, "I wouldn't believe it. Even if the beasts put away their fangs and claws, they wouldn't be as trustworthy as a gentle domestic dog. "
"Yeah." Terry nodded and sighed, "I don't believe it either, or should I say, no one educated by Mars would believe it, but if someone is really stupid enough to believe such a beast, Opened the house, invited the beast in, even disregarding the protests and worries of the neighbors, and had a good relationship with the beast, how do you think this matter should be handled?"
"Neighbor?"
"Yes, neighbor."
Commander Terry clapped his hands on the table, and the desk top of the organic alloy radiated a cold light.
"Edgar, no, Colonel Edgar, please answer me, what would you do if it were you?"
"It's easy, my lord."
Edgar raised one corner of his mouth, and a look of wanton cruelty flashed across his straight face, "Get rid of that beast and that idiot together!"
"What if the beast is too strong to shake?"
Commander Terry made no mention of the person who brought the beast into the house, and Edgar raised an eyebrow.
"Then, the poor neighbor can only pray in the panic that the beast will go mad later, but don't worry too much, even if the beast shows its true nature, the first unlucky person will be the idiot who welcomed the beast into the house."
This sentence is very like a bad joke, but at this time Commander Terry and Colonel Edgar are very aware that they are facing a very serious issue. Later historians have done very rigorous research on this statement of Colonel Edgar. Some people think that Colonel Edgar at that time obviously put forward a very negative suggestion. As an upright Mars soldier, he does not This irresponsible remark should be said, and someone who knows Edgar's life has another interpretation: everyone must be responsible for their actions, right or wrong. Since the beast that devoured people was brought into the house by the unlucky one, he had to bear the consequences himself, and in a sense, bought a certain amount of time for his neighbors, even if it was only a few minutes.
After Commander Terry listened to Colonel Edgar's words, his face became even more solemn. After pondering, Terry thought that maybe he could tell the man in front of him about the Royce celestial body in more detail. It's really a pity that the most trustworthy Crete has been sent back to his home planet to meet Marshal David. If Crete is here, maybe these two people can really find a solution to this terrible problem. way, even if it's not perfect.
"Colonel Edgar, you must promise me that what you hear next will be kept secret from anyone!"
"Yes!"
Edgar put away his relaxed expression, stood up straight, legs straight, heels close together, and the heels of his shiny military boots rubbed with a soft sound. At the same time, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
Lovely baby Shang Ping, your poor Uncle Edgar is about to be forced to hear a big secret...
Shang Ping, who was sorting out his notes after class on military theory, sneezed suddenly and rubbed his nose, wondering, who is reading him?
John stuck his head out of the bed, holding a book of combat combat examples for single-man fighter jets in his hand, "Shang Ping, you should exercise more. Sitting at a desk all day studying those boring academics and history is not suitable for a vigorous person , the Mars boy who aims to board the space battleship!"
"Oh?" Shang Ping turned his head to look at John, "Thank you for your insight, but, John, have you finished your homework for Introduction to Military Affairs? Didn't the professor warn you that you didn't finish your homework three times in a row, and it was very difficult at the end of the semester. You may face the danger of not getting a single credit. Of course, if your goal is to board the Black Hawk cruiser immediately after graduation and experience the pioneering life on an uninhabited planet, you can pretend that I didn't say that. By the way, The recent laser shovel seems to have a replacement product, which is more convenient and convenient to use than before. And it is discounted, considering that after two years, you can buy one in advance.”
"...Shang Ping, you are a devil! I curse you to be assigned to capture space pirates after graduation!"
"My ambition is to be a logistics supply reserve officer. Even if I am assigned to capture space pirates, it doesn't matter."
John was robbed by Shang Ping and was speechless. He regretted provoking Shang Ping, this guy's vicious tongue is even Zhou Ting's downfall.
"I was wrong, really." John lay back on the bed, put the book on his face, and said in a muffled voice, "I made the biggest mistake in my life, and I shouldn't think about bickering with a nerd-like honor student! I really wrong!"
bookworm?
Shang Ping knocked on the table, thinking in his mind whether to finish the after-class notes first, or to scold John first.
"Shang Ping, John, are you all there?"
The indoor phone suddenly lit up, and Joseph's electronic simulacrum appeared on the screen.
"Joseph? Aren't you going to collect information on the introduction to tactics thesis?"
"Yeah, I'm in the library now, don't talk about this, Shang Ping, you immediately turn on the TV and switch to the Interstellar Channel!"
kindness?
There was a hint of excitement in Joseph's voice, "Now we are introducing the candidates for the presidential election of the Republic of Seth."
"I am not interested in the politics of the Republic of Seth. When the chief executive of Mars is ousted, maybe I will pay attention to it."
"It's not politics! It's the candidate with the support of the military, Shang Ping, you will definitely be interested in him! This is the first time I've seen such a handsome and personable man! I will fall in love with him! Hei! Black eyes, Shang Ping, I really hope you can become like that in ten years."
Ignoring Joseph, Shang Ping just thought it was Joseph's occasional **** behavior. John was very interested. He jumped out of bed and picked up the remote control. The live broadcast seemed to be coming to an end. In the picture, a man in a dark suit was standing on the podium with several microphones in front of him, although the audience was crowded. In the presence of many Seth nationals, the voices were noisy, and the man's words still clearly spread to every corner of the venue. Even sitting in front of the TV, as long as you see those black eyes, you will feel immersed in the scene. , I feel that the elegant cello-like voice seems to be in my ear.
John couldn't help staring at the TV screen. Shang Ping thought he would hear John's comments. Yes, I still didn’t see John Gao’s argument, turned his head, glanced at John, who was obviously stunned, and landed on the screen. The man on the screen was making his final speech. With black eyes, it doesn't look dull, it only makes people feel calm and elegant. This man is like the finest wine, and you can smell the mellow fragrance in the bottle without opening the lid.
Shang Ping sat upside down on the chair, his arms folded over the edge of the back of the chair, and his chin rested on his arms. He admitted that this man was very handsome. The head of state with aristocratic temperament is not worth mentioning at all, but what does that have to do with him?
He is just an ordinary person, and an ordinary person in the military regime of Mars. If there is no large-scale war between Mars and the Republic of Seth in the next few decades, he and the black-haired man on TV will not at all. A relationship that yields a tenth of a marscoin.
As for John...
"Hey, come back to God!"
Shang Ping picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, and pushed John, who was still in a daze, "It's not that I haven't seen a beauty before, Austin South is also prettier than that man."
"That's different." John's tone was a little strange, his eyes still didn't take his eyes off the screen, even though darkness had returned to it, "That's different, Shang Ping."
Covering his chest with one hand, John didn't know what this feeling meant. He only knew that he wanted to see the man on TV again, the man named Liu Xi!
"I made a decision!"
John suddenly shouted, so frightened Shang Ping almost fell from the chair to the ground.
"What are you crazy about?"
Shang Ping complained, but John didn't seem to hear it at all.
"I must become an outstanding graduate of the Madoff Military Academy and board the battleship of the Mars Space Fleet! I want to be the best soldier and meet him!"
Shang Ping propped his cheeks and knocked on the back of the chair boredly. After John finished his impassioned speech, he said slowly, "Dear John, although I admire your lofty aspirations, I have to remind you. You, this only happens when Mars is at war with Seth, otherwise, will a politician of the Republic of Seth meet with the common soldiers of Mars? Oh, yes, if you become a colonel Above the level, you may see him at the meeting of the heads of state or the regular interstellar meeting. However, if you use Uncle Edgar as a reference, you have to work hard for twenty-four years. So, for you, at least twenty-four years A wish that can only come true, come on.”
After saying these sarcastic words slowly, Shang Ping turned around and continued to organize his military introduction notes, leaving John alone to be beaten and froze in place.
Twenty-four years?
Twenty-four years...
