Tomorrow's Ark, the Battle of the Sick

"The Ursas are Ursas, we are not like them." The old guy gave the third one a look and waved his hand, "Although we haven't been out much, we still know that it's very warm outside."

"for example?"

"Syracuse, Rem Billiton, Sami—forget about Sami, yes, and Bolivar, Colombia." The old guy thought hard, muttering, "Anyway, it's just the weather like Longmen, maybe Kjerag is more comfortable than this."

Looking at the nonsense old guy, comparing Kjerag, a cold place with perennial snowfall, to Longmen, the third child stopped talking nonsense with him, and watched the maid refill the brewed tea.

"It's not that Longmen has changed, it's that we are getting old." The third child held up the teacup, feeling the strong aroma and heat of the tea, "Just like our ancestors, generation after generation, maybe in a certain New Year before, there was someone The old man talks like you and plays chess with someone like me."

"Oh, how boring they are."

The old guy said sarcastically.

"After all, they know what they are doing, and they have been insisting on doing it. At that time, the environment was more complicated, and even the supervision department above us had not yet been established." The third child was a little emotional, "Without their persistence and dedication, we would have There is no Longmen today."

When he heard the Supervision Division, the old guy's eyes were gloomy and he didn't say a word. In the windless chess room, his snow-white long hair fluttered slightly.

"No nostalgia for the past." The old guy shook his head and put down his teacup, "How do you want to play this game of chess?"

"As promised before, follow the steps."

"But there are always people who have opinions, not only me, but they didn't say it, I will say it." The old guy looked at the calm third child in front of him, "Although it is a rule left by the ancestors, everyone doesn't think it's time to change it. Changed it?"

I saw the old guy stretch out a finger, pointing to the waterfall pond outside the door.

"Fish in a pool of stagnant water don't live long, and so do the rules, but at least people can decide their own living environment."

The third child looked at the old guy with complicated eyes across the chessboard.

"In this day and age, many people think they are human, but in fact they are all fish. It's just a matter of time before they wake up." The third child said slowly, "Although we used to be human, we still rely on the legacy left by our ancestors. family property, so even if there were very difficult times in the past, at least before the war, we can make the water in the pool a bit more muddy to protect ourselves."

"But the Great War has exhausted our resources."

The old guy was low and brutally exposed this fact.

"Yes." The third child admitted frankly, "but just as some people think of changing the rules to give Longmen new opportunities, or to achieve their own goals, it is impossible for you not to know the consequences of changing the rules—once the hole is opened, if In the end, if it cannot be made up in time, the entire Longmen will be buried with him, and this is what we people care about."

The hole mentioned by the third child refers to the various networks that Longmen has operated in various countries of Terra for countless years. Facing a world-wide enemy.

This level of isolation is catastrophic for a cosmopolitan city known on Terra that has survived across nations using skilful tactics and tactics.

And in addition to the destruction of international relations, it will also destroy all beliefs and ideas in the hearts of Longmen people.

"So listen to my advice, think again, think hard."

Perhaps this sentence is not only said to the old guy, but also to the third child himself.

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Chapter 10 Beyond the Chessboard

The General Staff has kept a low profile since its establishment.

According to the news from the outside world, this department will be in charge of the entire armed forces of Rhodes Island, including the original local troops, special forces and rangers. Remarkable presence.

However, contrary to people's fears and expectations, the General Staff has hardly made any high-profile actions since its establishment. The fear and embankment seemed to have never existed. Except for rectification and the release of training plans from time to time, even the armed personnel under his command rarely heard the news from the General Staff.

After all, they don't even know the composition of the General Staff.

Yet even so, Dupin's name was known, helpless, and awed by all armed men.

At the base of the First Combat Group, two aerial gunboats were parked on the apron. Under the boarding ladder, there were two rows of young instructors who were dressed formally, wore instructor hats, and looked solemn.

Dubin walked out of the cabin door and looked at the welcoming team and instructors on the tarmac, beside him was Freya, the chief instructor of the First Combat Group who was responsible for the reception.

"On behalf of the First Combat Group, I welcome you, Chief Instructor Dubin."

Tall and plump, Freya, the head instructor who graduated from the Royal Victoria Guards Academy, saluted Dupin respectfully.

"For today's inspection, you can just train as usual, don't worry about me."

"Yes, your review is welcome."

Accompanied by Freya, Dubin walked down the boarding ladder without exchanging too many pleasantries.

When building the bases of the five major combat groups, the construction of the apron was included in preparation for the future air gunboat force. Today, in addition to the two air gunboats escorting Dubin, there are also two heavy gunboats for training purposes on the apron. .

The 64 instructors lined up neatly and imposingly. When passing through the queue, Dubin kept his eyes fixed, followed by Freya. His walking posture had an awe-inspiring aura, which can be seen from the eyes of the instructors. seen in.

"The first combat group is the focus of the doctor's concern, and the training of the troops is the focus of maintaining combat effectiveness. There are some things that I don't need to emphasize. You shoulder the expectations of the doctor."

After getting into the vehicle, Dubin looked out the window and said flatly.

"Yes! We will never disappoint the doctor's expectations!"

After hearing the doctor's name, Freya puffed out her plump chest and made a solemn promise to Dubin.

"In addition, I have received your feedback before. After all, it is normal for there to be a gap between the plan formulated by the General Staff and its implementation. Please report your problems to me."