limited ambiguous

Qi Yan seldom uttered similar words, and he preferred to hide all the sweetness and bitterness in his heart, dispelling the taste alone.

Perhaps it is because he has been in chaotic memory for a long time, and needs absolute reason to distinguish between fiction and reality. His emotions have always been stable, with few violent ups and downs, and sometimes appear cold and unkind, but Lu Fenghan can always detect To the warmth contained under the transparent ice.

The tightly closed clam shell opened a thin crack in the past few seconds, making Lu Fenghan captured by the strong emotion flowing out of it.

The low white noise around is non-stop, and the distant stars flickering outside the porthole are almost eternal.

Qi Yan obviously looks like snow on a bamboo branch, but when it gets wet with wine, it immediately turns into a clingy chatterbox.

When Lu Fenghan wanted to put him back on the bed and pour him a glass of water, Qi Yan grabbed the hem of his clothes and didn't let go, pulled him back, raised his head, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Lu Fenghan's eyebrows tightened, and he slowed down and coaxed: "What's wrong with Yanyan?"

Qi Yan stared at Lu Fenghan for a while, as if confirming: "...you are back."

Neither his tone nor his eyes were sad, but Lu Fenghan was still stabbed in the heart.

He sighed softly, pinched Qi Yan's cheek, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm really confused."

Qi Yan obviously confused his memory, he was in the time period when he just came back from Dawn Star.

It will say "you are back".

Some scars from sharp knives and axes cannot be repaired in a short time.Just like when Qiyan wakes up in the middle of the night, he will frantically touch his heartbeat and pulse, and only after confirming his existence will he relax and continue to sleep.

Occasionally suffer from insomnia, and after he "falls asleep", he will quietly put his hand on his heart and remain motionless.

It's like going through a nightmare, and I still have heart palpitations after waking up.

Without insisting, Lu Fenghan lay on the bed holding Qiyan who had started to feel drowsy, covered his eyes with his palms, and comforted him: "Hey, go to sleep, I'm back."

When he woke up, with a faint smell of fruit wine in his mouth, Qi Yan slowly opened his eyes. In the dark room, only the virtual screen was on, and Lu Fenghan was processing documents.

The fluorescent blue light reflected on his face, adding a few shadows, and the bone lines on his face became tougher and deeper.

By coincidence, Qi Yan stretched out his hand and touched the bridge of Lu Fenghan's nose, then moved down to touch his lips.

In the next second, the troublesome fingers were caught.

Lu Fenghan put his other hand down and rubbed Qi Yan's hair: "Does your head hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Qi Yan said lazily, not wanting to move, "Is it the report from the exploration team?"

"Well, after a comprehensive analysis of the detection data, it has been determined that the vortex is not connected to other star domains."

In other words, based on the existing evidence, it can be determined that the garbage and finger bones found in the vortex came from nearby.

There have been activities in that star field.

Even this arrow of doubt can already point to the rebel army.

Without impatience, Lorenz from Lu Fenghan's communication technology department ordered to send more people to the exploration team to measure the size of the vortex and record how long it took to bypass the vortex and go to the opposite side.

Lorenz agreed, and then asked, "Anything else you want to tell me?"

Lu Fenghan: "The dynamic and static pressure is kept to a minimum, and the starships and probes that are on missions are all turned on stealth mode, pay attention to safety."

In the communication dialog box, Lorenz nodded: "Understood. In addition, the new weapon of the White Tower——"

Praying who was playing with Lu Fenghan's fingers next to him answered: "The last test is being carried out. After the test is over, it will be shipped to the front line immediately. I have already connected the relevant new processing model pair to the central control system. The technical department can get familiar with it first. If you have any questions, please contact me."

After the communication was cut off, Lu Fenghan thought for a few seconds, and prepared to call Mei Jielin for a few meetings.He got up and asked Po Jun while putting on his clothes: "Where are Wein and the others now?"

After breaking the army for two seconds, he replied: "Captain Wein and the other four are still in the kitchen. General, I don't think your meeting plan can be implemented, because after the low-alcoholic drink, Miss Mateline quietly took out the drink while you were away. The tequila, which has been kept for a long time, is also added with ice cubes, which is said to have an excellent flavor.

Now, Captain Wein has collapsed on the table, and there has been no movement for 57 minutes and 41 seconds.Captain Dushane is singing the Union military song loudly, pitch accuracy is less than [-]%.Captain Long Xiyun lowered his head, not sure if he was asleep.Miss Mei Jielin stepped on the table with her right foot and was reciting the full text of the "Human Interstellar Convention" aloud while Captain Dushan was singing, her fluency was not high. "

Lu Fenghan stopped buttoning his buttons.

Po Jun was still broadcasting the live situation in real time: "After memorizing the "Human Interstellar Convention", Miss Meijielin was holding the wine bottle and shouting 'I want to sleep with a man', Captain Wein suddenly woke up and shouted 'One more bottle '."

After being silent for a long time, Lu Fenghan took a deep breath with extreme restraint: "Notify their adjutants, take them away within 10 minutes, or throw those drunks out of the porthole!"

Po Jun: "Good general, I will convey the exact words."

An hour later, in the gravity training room No. 01, the inspection robot had finished repairing the interior. After Lu Fenghan finished two sets of strength training, he handed the towel to Qiyan and asked him to wipe his sweat.

Po Jun said at the right time: "Commander, the four captains have been standing at the door for 6 minutes. I know you are training, so I don't dare to disturb you. Just wait outside."

Lu Feng smiled coldly: "Are you sober? No more singing? No more bottles?"

Po Jun recounted: "Miss Mei Jielin replied 'wake up', Captain Dushan replied 'no more singing, no more', and Captain Wein replied 'not a single drop'."

With a deep "thump", Lu Fenghan threw the weight wrapped around his arm to the ground, and stretched his wrist: "Open the door and let them in."

In the next hour, everyone who passed by the door of training room 01 would stop involuntarily—the screams of pain coming from inside were so miserable that it really made people feel sympathetic.

In view of Lu Fenghan's order not to enter the treatment cabin and not to use healing gel, in the next three days, the four captains of the expeditionary force walked around with bruises on their faces, almost becoming a mobile tourist attraction , everyone wants to take a look.

In the passageway in front of the command room, Mei Jielin touched the corner of her broken mouth and grinned: "The command heart is too dark, even pointing at the face to hit! No medicine is allowed, this lady relies on this face for food, What should I do if I have a scar?"

very sad.

Wein leaned over to comfort her: "It's okay, if you think about it, you will definitely find someone who doesn't love your broken face, but only loves your tough heart!"

The more Mei Jielin heard this sentence, the more something was wrong, she raised her kick and kicked Wein's calf: "Go away, your face is broken!"

Standing in front of the metal door of the command room, Mei Jielin deliberately buttoned up her clothes, and walked in with a neat military appearance.

Lu Fenghan was looking at the star map, and didn't raise his eyes when he heard the movement: "Sit."

The four of them didn't dare to make a sound, and sat down like quails, and even straightened their backs very rarely.

Taking a careful look at Lu Fenghan, the corner of Mei Jielin's mouth hurts—it's over, there is a psychological shadow, obviously everyone does the same exercise every day, how can the command be so good?

The point is, after hitting one, you can continue to hit the second one.

Perpetual motion?

After being quiet for half a minute, Lu Fenghan asked, "Have they all been recalled?"

Several people looked at each other, and Long Xiyun first reported: "Three hours ago, the Ishtar arrived at the fleet station, and the technical department was undergoing maintenance. The logistics department boarded the ship and checked the ammunition/ammunition reserves, and began to make up for consumption."

With his beginning, Mei Jielin and the others reported the situation of their own fleet one by one, but their voices were weaker than usual, and they did not dare to raise their voices.

"Understood." Lu Fenghan didn't give them a good face.

Whether it is emotional or in a rest period without a war, or has anti-alcoholic medicine and a treatment cabin at the bottom, it is not a reason to drink alcohol.

No one can predict the situation on the battlefield. Maybe in the next second, the muzzle of the enemy ship will be in front of him.

He didn't want to see anyone making unnecessary sacrifices.

Starting from the front line of the Southern Cross region, it is countless miles away.

If you look down from the sky, the huge vortex on the horizontal wall will draw all the surrounding beings into the force field, like the swallowing mouth of a giant beast.The starship is like a few fallen leaves, floating cautiously on the edge of the vortex.

Chagall was ordered to reinforce the exploration team. After arriving in the new star field, he volunteered to walk in the forefront to investigate the size of the vortex, and tried to go around the vortex to the opposite side and continue to the habitable planet.

After sending the data to the station as usual, he squeezed the dry brows, not quite sure how long he had been drifting near the eddy current.

Calvin's voice came out of the communicator, because it was too close to the vortex, the signal flow was strongly disturbed, mixed with a harsh "sizzling" sound: "The people in the technical department said that we are almost going around to the opposite side, and said To be honest, the surrounding area is empty, no matter how I look at it, I can’t tell the difference, and I don’t even know where I am now.”

Space can inspire people's sense of loneliness. Chagall didn't understand it before, but now he understands it more and more-for example, if he hears anyone's voice now, the tiredness will be swept away and the spirit will be refreshed.

"This vortex is roughly in the shape of an ellipse. About four hours ago, we passed its apocentric point. Based on the speed of the destroyer, we are indeed not far from the target planet."

After speaking, the two fell silent again.

Just as Chagall was racking his brains to bring up a topic to continue the conversation, a ditty suddenly floated out of the communicator.

It was Calvin humming.

Chagall had never heard this minor tune, but in the boundless darkness, close to the danger, he couldn't help but listened very carefully, and his fingers on the joystick followed the rhythm.

"When I first entered the expeditionary force, I heard it sung by a senior who was on a mission together. I can't remember the lyrics clearly, but I only remember the general melody." Calvin chatted, "Just like me and you, when I was a newcomer , and cooperated with him to fly a destroyer. He also showed me a photo of his fiancée, who is very beautiful. I said at the time, when he gets married, I will definitely go to participate.”

Chagall asked: "And then?"

"Stories that usually happen on the front line have similar endings. In one battle, the senior went to sneak attack on the turret of a medium-sized rebel ship, and was hit. Before the energy leaked, he rushed over with the destroyer and followed the The medium ships exploded together."

It took a while to find his voice, Chagall pursed his lips: "Senior, do you want the war to end?"

"Silly, who doesn't want that?" Calvin said calmly, "Who doesn't want to live a more comfortable life, sleep with eyes closed until dawn, and don't have to worry about enemy attacks in the middle of the night. Spend an hour during the day cooking a meal, growing flowers, and relaxing Take a walk. When you are interested, you can get together with your friends and brag a few words, and you will not expose each other."

The noise of the signal is still "sizzling".

After a few seconds of silence, Calvin continued: "But as long as we are on the front line, there will be many people living the kind of life I just mentioned, which is pretty good."

Chagall was dazed, nodded, remembering that there was no video Calvin couldn't see, and said again: "Yes."

Really good.

The two chatted without saying a word, and they didn't know how long they had been drifting. Chagall talked about the First Military Academy with a smile and said that the First Military Academy was poor and couldn't afford a snowplow robot. Every time it snowed heavily, the school would organize students to come together Sweeping snow is called exercising physical fitness.

"Actually, we all know that it is poor. Turan College across the river is very, very rich. Can you imagine that the snow-sweeping robot, the most prodigal son of the league, can stand three rows at the school gate! A full three—"

His words stopped suddenly.

Even the sound of breathing stopped, as if a rest was pressed abruptly.

"I... I, my eyes are blurred? I have hallucinations after drifting for too long?" Chagall murmured, blinked several times, felt that the effect was not enough, and rubbed it several times.

The scene in front of him remained unchanged.

He suddenly raised his voice, "Senior...Senior! Look, look ahead!"

There was a moment of silence in the communicator, and it took a long time before a swear word came out.

In front of the two destroyers, through the viewing window in front of the console, and beyond the countless rock fragments and dust, looking from a distance, one can see a planet floating quietly in the dark space curtain, surrounded by several Large space fortresses are connected by space bridges.

It is like a floating island in the sky in myths and legends.

Two minutes later, in the command room, Lu Fenghan connected to the communication transferred by the technical department.

In the communication screen, the young major's Adam's apple swallowed obviously, his voice was still dry, and he reported tremblingly: "Commander, we seem to have accidentally driven the starship into the enemy's lair..."

"It's very...exciting!"

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A heart in the shape of loving you than a fried egg ~ good night

Update a little earlier today, it will be gone in the early morning~

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