interstellar fairy tale

Sudden good fortune often makes Shangping feel uneasy.As a 15-year-old Mars boy and an outstanding Madoff Military Academy graduate, Shang Ping has his inherent persistence and pride.However, since he became a captive of the Golden Empire space fleet, Shang Ping had to give up some things, or in other words, he had to accept some changes that he had never thought of, including becoming a prisoner and the bad luck that could come at any time.

However, what Shang Ping and Lochte did not expect was that what awaited them was completely contrary to what they had imagined.

This made Lochte completely confused, but he stopped complaining, and Shang Ping became even more silent. From his diminishing smile, he could occasionally see increased anxiety.

If the pendulum of time could be reversed, Shang Ping didn't know whether he would choose to stay in the cell where he and Lochte were imprisoned instead of going out.

The teleportation bridge stops outside Soran Edrich's room. This is a private cabin connected to the central command room. The four walls are hung with wall hangings that symbolize the noble blood of the royal family and the status of the commander of the space fleet. There are wall lamps for special purposes, a wine-red carpet is spread on the wide floor, and the entire wall on the left side of the room is a huge screen. Soran Edrich is standing in front of the screen, looking up at the cosmic black sea in the screen, and the stars are shining on the screen. Flickering in the dark river of the universe, the most dazzling stars are not comparable to the ice-blue eyes of Soran Edrich, the first prince of the Golden Empire. They are deep and wise, like glaciers that will not melt for thousands of years, but like The siren's song in the earth myth is like, attracting countless soul moths to the flame, to the dazzling brilliance that can burn itself out, just like the long silver hair like a waterfall, if it is described by the Milky Way, it is Couldn't be more apt.Standing at the door of the room, Shang Ping clearly knew that the man standing in front of him was an enemy and held his own life in his hands, but he couldn't help admiring the magic of the Creator of the Universe.These invaders of the Golden Empire, regardless of their ruthless and cruel nature, or their passion for killing, each of them is like a work of art carved out of crystals and gems.Soran Edrich is the most expensive and perfect silver and ice blue priceless treasure among them.

Soran Edrich withdrew his gaze from the black sea on the screen, and the black-haired boy was reflected in his ice-blue pupils. He didn't do it deliberately, and the sharp eyes still made Shang Ping feel short of breath for a moment.After throwing away the initial passion and impulsiveness, Shang Ping was not as comfortable and relaxed as he appeared.

If possible, he very much hoped that this royal aristocrat from a distant galaxy, the great commander of the fleet, would not test the vitality of humans in the Muse galaxy just because of a whim before Uncle Edgar came to save him. How strong.

When Shang Ping talked about this serious topic with Lochte for the first time, Lochte could hardly believe his ears.

"Shang Ping, I thought you didn't care."

"How is it possible? No one will stubbornly choose to die when the chance of survival is in front of them."

Of course, the conversation between Shang Ping and Lochte can only end here, even if they think that this group of enemies from the outer galaxy will not spend a lot of time installing some kind of bugging device in the room, but Shang Ping still keeps in mind One of the things Colonel Edgar had taught him to be a good Mars soldier was never to be self-righteous.

As early as in the previous life, Shang Ping had a very deep understanding of this truth.Even if he never wanted the opportunity.

Soran Aldrich walked to the table and sat down. With his white fingertips, he pressed a golden button on the edge of the table. The chessboard of Emperor Chess floated in the air. The chessboard was completely formed by virtual images, with lifelike chess pieces on the board. Vertical and horizontal distribution.With Soran Edrich's permission, the waiter pulled away the chair opposite Soran Edrich. Shang Ping walked over without any choice, and sat down a little stiffly.

This has happened no less than three times in the past few days.Shang Ping didn't know why Solan Edrich would let a prisoner play chess with him, but he wouldn't be so stupid as to use his inability as an excuse.The Emperor Chess in front of him, no matter the board or the pieces, the rules, and the layout, are very similar to the chess of the earth age.Shang Ping can't say that he is proficient, but he won't be killed to death.

When he was "invited" by Soran Edrich for the first time, Shang Ping couldn't help but want to lower his head to look for the chin that fell to the ground because of being too surprised. At the same time, he weighed in his heart what kind of mentality he should face The imperial prince in front of him and a strange chessboard.

If he wins Soran Aldrich, will he be dragged out and slaughtered right away?

What if you lose?The chances of being shot by a laser gun don't seem to be low either.

So what about keeping the peace?

Shang Ping felt that he was daydreaming.

Fortunately, Soran Aldrich's character obviously cannot be judged by common sense. He neither showed the slightest pleasure because Shang Ping lost to him, nor did he have the slightest displeasure because Shang Ping won. When Shang Ping tentatively maintained a draw, he frowned slightly. After that, Shang Ping never did that again.

Shang Ping thinks that he has learned how to observe words and emotions, and he has done a very good job.

The light sound of his fingertips tapping on the table entered his ears, and only then did Shang Ping realize that the chess game had already begun. While sweating in his heart, he secretly warned himself that complacency and overconfidence are not suitable for the same He still needs to work hard to get along with the beautiful and fierce beasts.

Once again, Giovanna learned that His Royal Highness the First Prince summoned the black-haired prisoner in his own name, and angrily threw the crystal cup to the ground. It slowly flowed on the ground, forming a pool of thick-colored stains.

July [-], [-], Galactic Calendar

It seems that a century has passed since that shocking battle.

During this seemingly long time, many people are racing against time to do some stupid things that others think are whimsical.Regardless of the Mars soldiers in the Canon military fortress, the capital of Mars, the fourth planet, Hercules, also ushered in an important triennial festival to celebrate Madoff White’s creation of the great Mars planet and the Mars regime. Lead the original people to reclaim the land with their own hands, create warships, and lead the bravest warriors to open up the great deeds of the universe.

As the chief executive officer of Mars, Martin and the commander-in-chief of the space fleet, David South, still had to take part of the time to attend the ceremony when they were struggling with the report sent back by the Canon military fortress and the confidential document of Commander Terry. And on the high platform built in front of the city hall, he made an impassioned and inspiring speech.

"...Yes, although we lost in the previous battles and lost countless outstanding soldiers and commanders, the Mars people are brave and fearless, and they will not give in to any difficulties and dangers. We must Will inherit the glory of the ancestors, the most heroic soldiers will once again set foot on the battleship, and use laser cannons and particle light cannons to fight back against our enemies!..."

"Long live Mars! Long live Madoff White!"

"Long live Mars! Long live! Long live..."

On the square, soldiers in a neat line put their hands on their chests and shouted vigorously. The Marsians of Chongwu threw their hats high into the air. The news has made the Mars people who have been proud of victory for centuries tense. They need to vent, and they need such a hoarse voice to build up their already shaky confidence.

David South stepped off the podium, leaving the cheers and shouts behind him, and when passing by Consul Martin, he whispered: "Martin, I thought I had become a shameless politician."

"You shouldn't think so." Martin stopped, turned his head, and looked at David South seriously, with a trace of light gray eyes clearly reflecting David South's handsome face: "In a certain place These moments, you have to play the role of a qualified politician, even if you are David South, even if you are the commander-in-chief of the Mars Space Fleet, it is the same. This is your responsibility, before you stand in this country's pyramid of power When you're at the top, it becomes something you have to carry."

David South stood where he was, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at Martin's obviously thinner, but still upright back, until the adjutant Joe quickly stepped forward, leaned into his ear, and whispered the news of the competition just now. According to news from the Republic of Sri Lanka, President Liu Xi has persuaded Marshal Helu that Seth will provide Mars with a large amount of magnetic mines unique to the eighth planet.This news is undoubtedly exciting, at least, it makes Colonel Edgar's whimsical idea one step closer to realizing it.