nebula story

"Well, that's right. Our eyeliner in the Federation has recently received some uncertain rumors, which is a bit strange." The head of the Intelligence Agency was a little confused, "Someone saw a public place in the capital behind Gotha Star People, and this person...ordinarily should have died ten months ago."

Frowning slightly, His Royal Highness Fern continued to listen.

"This person, they suspect is the commander of the Federation Elite Flying Battalion who was killed in the space encounter where His Highness was sniped, the one named Nan Zhuo. I don't know if your Highness still remembers it?"

Sitting silently, Fern stood up abruptly the next moment, his eyes almost overflowing with astonishment and disbelief.Gritting his teeth, he said word by word: "How can I not remember this name? Of course he is dead, and my mechanic—"

Pausing in pain, he clenched his teeth: "Isn't he blown up into dust in space with Chesu? How could he still be alive?!"

"Yes, ordinarily this is impossible. The mecha of the flying battalion commander was heroically held by your mechanic and blew up together, so I have always been a bit suspicious of this information."

Wesley from the Mimi Investigation Department of the Intelligence Agency hesitated: "But according to the intelligence sources, they not only saw the man who looked like Colonel Nanzhuo, but even saw lights from the apartment where he used to live."

With his body stiff, His Royal Highness Fern said slowly after a while: "What do you mean by telling me this?"

He suddenly raised his voice angrily and coldly: "Shouldn't you use all your strength to investigate the real situation in that apartment?! Is there anyone living there, and why is there such a bizarre incident?! "

I have always been used to seeing His Highness Fern's calm and indifferent image, this sudden anger shocked the intelligence agency officials at the other end.

"Your Highness, we have checked! Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to disturb you like this—in fact, this is what caused us to be surprised. It seems that the lights in that apartment have only been on for about a week, and have never been turned on again. I mentioned it before, but when our people inquired about this, the administrator of the apartment responded very cautiously, as if he had received some kind of prior explanation. The more this is the case, the more reason I believe that Colonel Nanzhuo’s The apartment, really was activated during this time."

"Now? I want to know now!"

Wesley's voice finally became a little awkward: "Please forgive me, Your Highness, we don't have any new progress now."

Standing quietly in front of the conference table, His Royal Highness Fern whispered after a while: "If this person is still alive, what do you infer?"

A certain strange feeling welling up in his heart was so strong that it made people ecstasy mixed with horror, and he didn't dare to think about it.

No, it wouldn't be true, he shouldn't have given himself such high hopes!

"Your Highness, I was thinking—" Wesley didn't see the strange expression on His Highness the Crown Prince's face, and only analyzed it dutifully, but he didn't know that his thoughts were infinitely close to the truth, "Maybe it's because of some kind of coincidence , he didn’t die in that explosion, but survived?”

"No, no, I'm not asking you this." Fern's voice was a little hoarse, "I'm asking, if this person is still alive, then do you think... my mechanic is not dead?"

"It's also possible, Your Highness. What I'm more suspicious of now is, why do you have to cover up the return of a federal hero?" The thoughtful voice of the head of the Imperial Intelligence Agency came from a puzzled voice, "It doesn't make sense at all. .”

He has not heard His Royal Highness Fern's answer, and he is a little vaguely uneasy.

This information is actually not important. Although the matter is very weird when you go deeper, it does not seem to be of much value even if it is confirmed that Colonel Nanzhuo is alive.

But the next moment, he knew that he had done an extremely correct thing.

On the line, His Highness Fern's voice was almost trembling: "Minister Wesley, I now order you to use all the intelligence resources you can mobilize to investigate this matter with all your strength, and put aside other work first. Please Do not hesitate to use all the strength of the dark and bright lines to dig out the trace of this man—if he is really the commander of the flight battalion who disappeared with my mechanic."

After a pause, he finally uttered the most important sentence: "Please be sure to find out, if he is still alive, is there anyone who returned with him."

Putting down the microphone, Fern sat motionless in the distance, unknowingly clenched the laser pointer in his hand, his knuckles turned white... For a moment, there seemed to be countless emotions in his mind, countless fragments of the past It flashed back in front of my eyes, filled with memories that were forcibly sealed.

The first meeting was hostile and perfunctory, later cautious, and later gentle.Looking back at him on the mecha training ground, he was tall and tall; under the beautiful night sky, he soared quietly with him in the interstellar; amidst the smoke and fire, he pushed himself to the rescue ship, and said goodbye to him with a smile...

It turned out that in those short time together, every move, every frown and every smile of that boy had been so deeply wedged into the bottom of my heart, so that when I lost it, I felt so painful.

Slightly closing his eyes, he let his thoughts sink into the cold and painful bottom of his heart.The deep pain that I dare not face and cannot bear for a year can finally be released and bite myself.

However, under this deep pain, there is also a sliver of hope that grows wildly, instantly filling the originally desolate heart, and it makes Fern tremble slightly.

Maybe, or... He didn't dare to think deeply about what the accidental news just now could bring, but he couldn't help but wildly hope.

God, please have mercy on his pleading, and please send God's favor to that man!

The same electronic map of the Qingyun Mountains was also displayed on the screen of the federal military headquarters.Around the round conference table, the top generals of the federal military and a group of chiefs of staff were sitting around.

This extremely important military strategic stronghold was originally under the occupation of the Federal Army, but as the empire's recent ground advantage has expanded a little bit, the empire's crown prince has made no secret of his ambition - to occupy Qingyun Mountains, take back this commanding height with rich mineral veins and dangerous terrain, and compress the stronghold of the federal army a little bit, a little bit more!

"I think in the next few days, the Imperial Army will launch a formal offensive. What do you guys think of this battle?" General Xie Zhan stood quietly in front of the electronic sand table, his face sinking like water.

"General, there is actually nothing special to discuss." A chief of staff smiled bitterly. Yes, there are only reckless fights and bloody battles."

"Yes, let's fight against the powerful imperial army with insufficient ammunition and ammunition." A young lieutenant general said angrily, with a bad tone.

"Lieutenant General Han Qi, please watch your words and deeds." A colleague beside him reminded with a frown, "Complaining is useless."

"But what exactly does the parliament want? They are the ones who agreed to start the war, and now they are the ones who don't approve the army budget!" The furious lieutenant general couldn't help complaining, "The front line can keep up with the food, and the rest of the military supplies are stretched everywhere. , Do they think that as long as they fill the stomachs of the soldiers, they can count as ten?!"

There was silence all around.Although not as impatient as this young man, most people also have various resentments in their hearts.

The parliament at the rear has been arguing endlessly, the military's budget proposal has been delayed again and again, and the supply of energy and resources for civilian use is still guaranteed, but the supply at the front line is getting slower and slower!

Without the energy crystals urgently needed by the mecha brigade, without the supply of various high-energy batteries, without the continuous supply of ion bombs and magnetic storm bombs, how can this battle be fought?

General Xie Zhan is facing an electronic sand table with more than 100 million front-line soldiers under his command. Could it be possible to create a wonderful textbook case?

On the other hand, the Imperial Army on the opposite side, the news from the intelligence agency made everyone's heart extremely heavy.Not only does His Royal Highness the crown prince have the military talent to fight against General Xie Zhan proudly, but his methods of frantically collecting wealth in the rear of the empire are also crazy enough.

"Forget it, there is no way around it." The chief of staff who spoke earlier shook his head, "The crown prince of the empire can force their nobles to donate tens of thousands of wealth to support the treasury. How dare we federal people pass the bill? Is every citizen compelled to donate money? . . . "

"But the president and the parliament must show enough sincerity and support. Otherwise, what's the point of retreating like this? It's better to negotiate peace or surrender earlier..."

"Shut up." The cold voice finally came from General Xie Zhan's mouth. Lieutenant General Han Qi looked at his calm and indifferent eyes, felt suffocated, and finally swallowed all his angry words.

"Surrender, don't let me hear the word "surrender" at the conference table in the future." He said lightly, "I only know one thing, before announcing a truce, we must fight every battle well, even if we know the disadvantages , we also want to fight."

"Do you want to fight even though you know it's death?" Lieutenant General Han Qi held his breath.

"Yes. What's your opinion?" General Xie Zhan looked at him majestically, "The battalions under your command are in charge of the key protection of the left side. If you think your soldiers can't be sacrificed, tell me now. .”

Standing up abruptly, the young lieutenant general blushed and gave a forceful military salute: "Report general, I didn't mean that! I'm just angry at a sacrifice that could have been avoided!"

Looking at his slightly red eyes, the soldiers present were silent.Everyone knew in their hearts that if the anti-war voice in the parliament was weaker, and if the welfare of citizens in the rear of the Federation could be reduced a little, then the soldiers on the front line could obviously die a lot less.

The social resources of the entire Federation, like that of the empire, have gradually shown signs of being exhausted.But obviously, the empire can satisfy the high expenditure of the war by forcibly compressing the supply of the pariah class, and even squeezing the noble class.

What about the Federation? ...Whether it is the president or the Congress, who would dare to insist on cutting universal welfare or toughly raising taxes before the next general election?

Silently squinting his eyes, General Xie Zhan ignored the red eyes of his subordinates: "Sit down. From now on, I don't want to hear any useless complaints. I assure you that this situation will never last forever , the final victory will definitely be in our Federation."

Looking at each other in amazement, all the federal soldiers were a little surprised.General Xie Zhan has always been a person who is not good at bragging. What is the reason for such clear and firm words today?

Could it be... as the highest officer in charge of the military, he secretly heard some favorable trends in the parliament?

All cheered up, the officers put away their grief and depression, and began to study the electronic sand table of Qingyun Mountain that had been practiced many times in high spirits.

Aisibo, the capital of Gotha Star.

In the secluded and exquisite villa in the suburbs, the phone on the second floor has been in constant communication.

Holding the microphone with her arms that were already a little sore, Mrs. Lin's face seemed calm, but there was a rare anxiety and uneasiness in her beautiful and gentle expression.

A month ago, the young man from the empire who was taken away from her eyes without a sound seemed to have completely evaporated on this planet. Not to mention the impossible thing of hiring a lawyer, even going to see him with his own eyes would be a waste of time. Complete luxury!

Although she knew that she was taken away by the military, but no matter how much she asked or consulted from the official, she couldn't get any answer.

The most frightening thing is that there is absolutely no way to prove that such a smiling and shy boy once appeared in this building, as if the day and night for more than a month, it was like a dream.

This is not normal.

No matter how important an imperial prisoner of war is, there will be a special prisoner-of-war camp where he can be found!Thinking of the words that the former director of Bihai, who had an elegant demeanor and a calm smile, said before leaving, "From now on, you'd better pretend that he never showed up", Mrs. Lin couldn't help feeling chills in her heart.

Such a ridiculous sentence turned out to be the simplest truth...

Using her natal family relationship, which is rarely used, this morning, she finally found a little bit of news she wanted.

But this news made her heart sink to the deepest bottom of the sea.

"Little sister, according to my inference, the imperial prisoner that your husband can personally supervise and use the entire MI[-] staff to hunt down is definitely not an ordinary person. If Wei An also confirmed that the person is just a pariah mechanic, I think only There is only one possibility left." On the phone, the eldest brother of her natal family analyzed.

"That imperial man has top-secret military information, and it is imperative for our federal military to obtain it--to obtain it, and to prevent it from being bound by the prisoner of war treaty, only to be interrogated quietly in an extremely confidential state, which is not humane. "

"That is to say, he will be held in secret for interrogation until...he speaks out?" Mrs. Lin trembled, the microphone in her hand was wet and covered in cold sweat.

"This should be."

"But... what if he keeps silent?"