When Shang Jinghui shouted something almost like a declaration of war in front of him, Ge Yiwei's heart was full of surprise. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info For the company commander in front of him, his impression has always been the feeling when they met for the first time: a little cold, unable to speak, but mature and decisive command ability. Even, even when they destroyed the Nazis' main control equipment in India and were slaughtered by the sudden backlash of Kazami Yuka, Ge Yiwei had never seen him lose his temper so much. At that time, Shang Jinghui just stuffed himself with a magazine: "You know her, right? Try to say some sweet words and strive to go back alive." ”

“…… What are you going to do with the company commander?"

"The brothers are waiting for me down there. You are younger than me, smarter than me, and more educated than me, you have to live well. ”

He didn't even suspect the possibility that Ge Yiwei was a traitor who joined forces with Fengjian Yuxiang. In fact, there are already many people who think so, which can be seen from the unified action before they died—glaring at Ge Yiwei with eyes full of anger and unwillingness. In any case, Ge Yiwei did participate in this combat mission as a "censor on political issues."

That's why the company commander is still ...... The tactical commander of the unit, who was not even qualified to know the number, could have burst into such anger as he did today...... Is it because this was ten years ago when he was young and frivolous, or because love can completely destroy a person's sanity, or because ...... It's too much of a jerk to do it yourself?

No matter which one it is, the occurrence of this kind of thing will undoubtedly have a considerable impact on Ge Yiwei's spirit. It wasn't until five minutes later that he realized that Shang Jinghui, who had completed the declaration of war, had left the café, and the cup of coffee in front of him was already cold. Staring at the cup of cold coffee for a moment, he picked it up and drank it in one gulp. Subsequently...... Surprisingly began to feel sleepy.

It seems that this cup of coffee has lost its potency. With a wry smile on his feet, he staggered out of the café as he closed his slip in the service window. There was wind outside, but it wasn't a cool and swishing wind, and the feeling of heat and dryness kept pouring out the sweat on my body, which was very uncomfortable.

"The so-called assessment is...... Is there a war game with the company commander?, but command is not my specialty......" muttering this, Ge Yiwei slowly walked towards his room in the guest house, "There is still a Mianyue Yiji to guard against secretly...... However, it is indeed better than commanding compared to competing in combat skills. ”

But he didn't know anything about the deduction. Maybe Shang Jinghui fulfilled his obligation to inform, but he didn't listen to a word. What level is it? Is it at the squad and platoon level or at the battalion and company level? Under what kind of terrain, what kind of weather, and what kind of political environment will it be conducted? What is the difference between the equipment and support firepower of the two sides? I don't even know these most basic conditions...... How else do you prepare?

The discomfort of a low-grade fever is highlighted again at this time. Go back and drink two packets of antipyretic medicine and go to sleep. While thinking like this, Ge Yiwei looked at Shijiazhuang, which had slowly entered the night, and sighed slowly.

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Ouyang Yuhang felt very wrong, quite wrong. It's been a long time since the damn aliens have launched a decent attack, and for this reason the base has reached a record high in March production of helium, and the Minister of Production is now roaming around the base every day like a villain, as if the base would become his tomorrow. And what's even more annoying is that there seems to have just been a lot of political struggle on the production system, but all Ouyang Yuhang knows is that the final result is that a section chief has been successfully shuanggui - because of corruption. Hell, why would he be corrupt in this place where there are no birds, and has to be bigger than the earth? It will definitely be censored when the moon's account returns to Earth.

The base of Guanghan Palace is a small independent kingdom, far away from the earth, far away from the People's Republic of China, the kingdom of everyone's beloved homeland. To be honest, once some extreme situations happen, even Ouyang Yuhang himself does not have the confidence to maintain loyalty - it is impossible for anyone. Damn, when will the central government send a political commissar over? I am always asked to take on the same position, and I really can't manage the ideological matters.

If you take away these worries, there are still things to be happy about today. On the lunar base, while routine combat readiness reports to the Beijing center are conducted once a day, private communications can only be sent once a month, and only through private e-mails that can be explicitly censored: in other words, if the words do not make sense, they will also be withheld. Today is the day when the private mail is sent to the moon's server. Ouyang Yuhang has no nostalgia on the ground, his only relative, the adopted grandson Ouyang Pingshui is also on the moon, working silently as an ordinary soldier, but he surprisingly made a good pen pal through the mail. The initial process of this relationship is too complicated, and it may take a lot of effort to introduce, but it is also the second best gift that Ouyang Yuhang can receive from the ground.

By the way, the first is, of course, the food and ammunition supplies that were delivered.

"Hmm...... Oh, hahaha, I knew that this young man was always going to come up with something weird. Ouyang Yuhang laughed heartily while reading the other party's discussion on the idea of unmanned mechanized troops (which is also one of the future transformation directions of the PLA Army proposed by some people in the army) that is not mature enough to be applied to the current Chinese Army and the results of detailed tactical exercises at the squad and platoon level. Frankly speaking, he is actually in a position of support for the unmanned army, after all, considering the combat environment of the moon, there is no doubt that the fully unmanned army can bring a huge boost. Even so, the exchange with this opposition made him feel pleasant, "Hmm...... Something happened in the family, and the youngest son was a headache...... This kind of thing is not something that an old man like me can help with...... Huh?"

Even if most of the attention was on this email, Ouyang Yuhang did not ignore the various abnormalities displayed by the surrounding environment when he fell here. Coming to the spots on the ground that would definitely be overlooked if you didn't look closely, he slowly crouched down: "This is ...... Blood?"

This conclusion made him feel clever. The first thing that came to his mind was that the special forces of the moon - if they really had one - had completed the infiltration of the place, and then a fight broke out with someone, and he had managed to stop the other party from sounding the alarm. The second scenario is perhaps more terrifying: a mutiny in the troops. This kind of thing Ouyang has not encountered before, in a closed environment like the moon, even if there are more people, it can only be regarded as a closed environment, and a strange creature like a human can do anything.

Either one is enough to be on Red Battle Alert. But what if these blood stains are just nosebleeds left by a soldier? Immediately checking whether the information masking of the superior in the individual combat unit is still in effect to ensure that the other party cannot find the position of his supreme commander, Ouyang Yuhang mobilized the nearest guard, and then took out his pistol. Such behavior may be too unsatisfactory for a commander, who should be doing what he should be doing to stand by for help, but ......

Ouyang Yuhang especially hated the feeling that the initiative was not in his hands.

As soon as the door in front of him opened, he could almost confirm that what had happened was not a minor accident. From here, a large area of blood was clearly visible in the hallway, and the guy in his hand should be stumbling against the wall, so there were a lot of black and red marks on both sides. Taking a deep breath and letting the air that had been treated by the air conditioning system and therefore completely devoid of the smell of blood enter his lungs, Ouyang Yuhang took a light step.

The direction of the bloodstain leads to ...... My room? well, I look like I'm the unlucky guy who got targeted. Sure enough, the commander and political commissar are not easy to do.

Not daring to be careless, Ouyang Yuhang was on the lookout for any potentially deadly traps, such as anti-infantry mines or something like a piano line across his neck, but surprisingly he didn't find anything. When he finally came to the door, he also carefully examined the door to see if it had been tampered with, and then carefully pressed the open button.

However, the sight inside the room immediately made him regret his caution. An arrow step rushed forward, and Ouyang Yuhang checked the seriously injured woman lying on his bed as fast as he could: "Miss, Miss, are you okay?...... It's great, it's still alive, but it's such a serious injury......"

"Ah...... Aerospace...... Hehe, I've finally waited for you. Slowly opening her eyes, the woman on the bed weakly squeezed out such a sentence. Her beautiful, pale, blood-stained face gave her the impression that she would disappear at any moment. Struggling to stand up, the blood on her body continued to drip down, "I'm sorry, but it's so embarrassing to finally meet...... And it's not at your hands......"

"Miss, who are you? Do we seem to know each other?" Tearing off a piece of bedsheet, Ouyang Yuhang planned to bandage the wound of the seriously injured man, but found that the other party seemed to have already completed the work himself, "How did you get injured?"

“…… How else can you stand it...... Wounded?...... the traitors" Obviously every breath with a painful look, the woman's body trembled, "I have some, some underestimate that person...... Otherwise, I have to let my sister come back anyway...... But, now that I've seen you, it's time for me to sleep for a while......"

"Please wait Miss, I'll call the paramedics immediately! Please hold on! Ah, by the way, I have some emergency ...... in my drawer."

"Don't!" Just as Ouyang Yuhang was about to leave here and take out the first aid kit on the table, the other party suddenly let out a painful and terrible shout, and only grabbed his hand with strength that came out of nowhere, "It's here, don't go anywhere...... Please, please...... Yes, there is...... My greatest wish has come true...... I've long thought that if I die...... I must die in your arms......"

"You must live, miss, for the sake of my commander, please live!"

"What...... Miss, don't call me that. Suddenly stretched out a finger and put it on Ouyang Yuhang's lips, and the other party's weak tone was reproachful, "I am...... Mianyue Fengji, Mianyue Fengji...... I haven't seen you in 50 years, why...... Why did you forget......

Then, the hand fell heavily to the floor due to the gravitational pull of the moon.

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Marisa felt a little shy when she saw her full-body image displayed on a huge projection in front of the playground. Yesterday, the principal of the middle school and the secretary of the party committee of the school officially announced the handling of the new bonus, and the student union and the youth league committee, which had already been working hard, started their own public opinion propaganda offensive almost at the same time. However, these things ...... Belch......

To be honest, Marisa's feelings are actually the same as Ge Yiwei's: "It's boring like a fool." I'm definitely not going to vote anyway. Seriously, I kind of regret that I got you involved in this. ”

In fact, Marisa is not too disgusted by this kind of propaganda-like work, because no matter what, the eyes that everyone has accumulated on her will make people feel happy and anticipated from the bottom of their hearts, even if Ge Yiwei gives a more negative evaluation of this: "Ah, that boring vanity." Or to say something more ugly, exhibitionist?"

Marisa, of course, doesn't consider herself an exhibitionist. Similarly, she doesn't think Sanae is. She sensed the same excitement as herself from Sanae now, which was not at all the same as the gloomy feeling she had some time ago. She really began to feel that Ge Yiwei's idea might be really good.

…… Even the original author of the idea doesn't seem to be too happy, and he's clearly been struggling with something lately.

“…… I TM hate the history of war...... Who can remember so many damn place names......" In this short afternoon free time, Ge Yiwei lay on the table, silently exuding his resentment. Perhaps sensing Marisa's gaze, he suddenly glanced back to this side, then turned back to continue his thoughts, "But it's impossible to improve the level of tactics and strategy without reading the history of war...... I'm going to take down the instructor's man...... Wait, who's the instructor's man?"

It seems that Xiaowei has really been bothered lately. But I couldn't help him, alas, there were too many propaganda tasks assigned by the student council. Retracting her gaze from Ge Yiwei's body, Marisa continued to write a letter to her "brother" on her personal terminal. Do you know what to do with these things, brother, if only the two of us could see each other, at least ...... I can also introduce Xiaowei to you, as well as Sanae Reimu, and my new friends.

"Come on, Xiao Mo, we will definitely support you, whether it is the matter of the student union or the matter of love!"

Thinking back to the new friends he had made at this school, a smile ran to the corners of Marisa's mouth. Although she didn't dare to conclude that these friends could be like the other three, they could be cultivated on the battlefield, but ...... I'm glad to do that.

"Hmm...... Why does Xiao Mo like that kind of man? I, I ...... Woowoo woo ......"

Ah, of course, the latter kind of friendship is also very troubling. But how do they know that what I like is Xiaowei? I feel like I'm being shy every time I show that promotional video......

“…… On May 8, 1942, the German 11th Army under the command of General Manstein first launched an offensive in the Crimea, and a week later occupied the Kerch Peninsula, capturing 170,000 Soviet Red Army men. On July 4, nearly 100,000 Soviet Red Army troops guarding the fortress of Sevastopol were forced to surrender to the Germans, who occupied all of Crimea. On May 12, while fierce fighting was raging on the Kerch Peninsula, Marshal Timoshenko commanded the Southwestern Front and the Southern Front, with a total of about 45 divisions, to attack Kharkov from the northeast and southeast of Kharkov, respectively. The offensive began smoothly, breaking through the German defenses and advancing 25-50 km in 3 days and nights...... If I remember correctly, some media once said that the battle between China and the Nazis in Japan was equivalent to the Battle of Stalingrad in World War II...... Yes, a heavy blow to the arrogance of the enemy, hehehehehe...... The joke doesn't sound funny at all. ”

Well, come on. With a small fist clench, Marisa saved the letter and spread out the publicity strategy that the student council president had developed on the window.

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