"You're Chief Instructor Lie?" Yu Chijian exclaimed. "You didn't come back with an old injury 10 years ago and end up 。。。。。。"

Yes, although Yan Chilie is the god of war of the mecha, as the top level of the mecha division, it is almost similar to the existence of a strategic-level weapon, and no country will be stupid enough to use this level of mecha division to do any propaganda, except for a limited number of people who know the existence of these people, most people can only regard them as myths. And since it is a myth, their unified name is naturally only the god of war, and the name is irrelevant.

However, the name of "Blood" is famous for the low-level officers and soldiers of the Federation. If you have to use a specific name, it can only be described by a term "soldier king" that once circulated on the ancient blue star.

He has been in the army for nearly 30 years, and he has been fighting on the front line, and it is the front line where the conflict is most intense, with a small battle breaking out every ten days and a half months.

The so-called peace between the Federation and Jeppen could not have existed after the agreement was signed a hundred years ago, and the two sides have been constantly testing the conflict for a hundred years on the long border of light years, but the two governments have been tacitly whitewashing all this under the shadow of the dove spreading its wings.

If you count the number of fallen soldiers killed in the border battles between the two countries that have never been hyped up in the past century, it is actually no less than a large-scale battle. As the old Chinese saying goes: There are years of quietness, but someone carries the weight for you. The grapes and wine under the lights are as red as blood, and the distant border that people can't reach is the shadow of swords and swords, and the shroud of horse leather.

No one likes war, but the top leaders on both sides know one thing very well, these battles cannot be backed down. Especially the Southwest Federation, knowing that retreating means that he is weak, which will attract more fierce and covetous eyes from jackals.

The rules of the starry sky for thousands of years clearly tell everyone that the loss of strength means the demise of the sovereignty of the race, and the race will become the lowest labor force of the victors and conquerors, not only one generation or two generations, but even ten generations and hundreds of generations will be enslaved, which is far more cruel than the battle for territory and resources on the ancient blue star that was once far away.

The short-legged tribes in the Jeppen Empire are high-level, and most of the rest of the ethnic groups are third-class citizens, always doing the heaviest and most dangerous labor, but receiving the most meager salary, living in the worst houses, and eating the worst food.

Of course, both countries have not torn off the cloak of hypocrisy because of the existence of the Star Alliance or the fact that they are not ready to deal with a large-scale national war, and the two sides rarely use large weapons such as starships, mainly in planetary ground battles.

And "Blood" is such a front-line soldier, a veteran with 30 years of military experience, who has refused countless opportunities to be promoted to become an officer, until he has become the top sergeant major in the whole Federation, from the highest level of the Federation Level 1 "Victory" Medal to the lowest level of the 3rd Class "Courage" Medal, he won enough medals to hang on the chest of his mecha that was once known as a "veteran".

Of course, the most legendary thing is not that this veteran is the top sergeant major, nor how many medals he has won, but his strength, in the past thirty years, step by step, although the growth is extremely slow, but when the vast majority of people are extremely desperate to stay in the realm of intermediate mecha division, he is still moving forward firmly, and finally becomes a senior mecha division, stronger than the vast majority of colonel-level officers.

And since then, he has also become a nightmare for his enemies. A squad platoon is no more than a company-level battle, but there is a high-level mecha division, how inhumane is it for the Jiepeng people on the opposite side? So much so that the Jeppen people, who had been annihilated by more than ten mecha platoons in a row, had to assassinate him several times in a row with the rank of major general in the ranks of senior mechs among ordinary mecha soldiers, but the final result was that several golden medals were added to his chest.

In those years, the name of the blood of the veterans was the nightmare of the Jeppen people, the glory of the front-line soldiers of the Union.

And a lieutenant like Wei Chijian was invited to be the chief instructor in training, and no one felt that it was abrupt for a group of officers to salute a soldier, and perhaps it was not very common for their division commander or even the fleet commander to shout at this old squad leader and salute first.

The blood of the veteran is the strongest "king of individual soldiers" in the minds of all federal soldiers, and there is no one.

Annoyed and angry, the Jeppen finally made a big deal of money and sent a mecha master of the god of war level to attack him in a seemingly ordinary conflict.

But the final outcome was painful for Jeppen, the mecha god of war not only did not kill the "Blood" on the spot, but only seriously injured him, but he was also heavily injured because of the mecha, and was surrounded and killed by seven senior mecha divisions of the Federation who were greatly enraged by the military region that received the information.

It was also the first time in decades that a God of War-level mech division had been killed in such a conflict. The people of Jeppen were disgraced from top to bottom, but the Federation also suffered heavy losses after all, three high-ranking mecha divisions were killed in battle, and the veterans were declared dead a year later after returning from wounds.

Since then, there has been no more blood of veterans.

But in ten years, his image has not died out, and I don't know how many recruits have grown up to be veterans by listening to his legends.

But now, the eldest grandson Xueqing actually told everyone that this rough man who seemed to be a little freewheeling turned out to be the former veteran Liexue, the current mecha god of war.

No one would question the truth of Eldest Sun Xueqing's words, because, without that need, there was no need for the dignified mecha god of war to prove himself by dipping the glory of a veteran who had already sacrificed himself.

"Of course Uncle Yan is not dead, but he has already broken through to become the mecha god of war after the battle of life and death, out of the need for secrecy, the name of the blood can no longer be used, and his mother's surname is Yan, so he is called Yan Chilie!" The eldest grandson, Xueqing, explained on his behalf. "Rest assured, it may have been a secret before, but since Uncle Yan arrived in Rafi, his identity is no longer a secret to Jeppen. Speaking of which, it's still my fault, I shouldn't have left home so depressed. ”

"Haha! The little girl is not big, but she thinks a lot. In the past, I didn't want to use my real name just to be quiet for a few years, but now the Jiepeng people are ready to move, and Lao Tzu just used today's incident to tell them that Lao Tzu's blood is back, and let them all wait for Lao Tzu to be whitewashed. Yan Chilie laughed.

"Red, even if it is blood, the word martyr still exists, it turns out that the blood of veterans has always been there." Yu Chijian suddenly realized.

With his legs straight, he saluted Yan Chilie: "Captain Chi Jian of the 12th Detachment of the 119th Lieutenant Officer Training Team of the Southwest Military Region, report to Chief Instructor Lie!" ”

"Okay, Wei Chijian, right! This gift, Lao Tzu will not return it to you first, and the next time you report to Lao Tzu that you are the number soldier of the mecha division of the fleet of the Federation Army, Lao Tzu will return it. Now, sit down first. Yan Chilie glanced at Yu Chijian and said lazily.

Saluted but did not get the salute back, Yu Chijian, who should have been a little embarrassed to be treated rudely, burst into tears at this moment, nodded and sat down.

Yan Chilie's words seemed to have no substance, but in fact, he recognized the identity of Wei Chijian's federal soldiers in disguise, or rather, the identity of the entire Shen Chengfeng rebel army.

You must know that before this battle, even if there was a proud woman like the eldest grandson Xueqing, Shen Chengfeng, Wei Chi Jian and others had no intention of returning to the federal army by taking merit, not because they didn't want to, but because it was almost impossible. The reason why they fought was because they had the realization that they were members of the Federation.

But with this one, what seemed impossible became possible in an instant.

Yes, the mecha god of war is not really a god, no matter how strong their individual combat ability is, they can't match the overwhelming mecha troops and fleets. But the reason why they can be called national strategic figures is because they are the ones who break the barrier of neural connection mecha, and without them, no country can go further in this field of research.

The neural connection mecha is the ultimate development direction of the mecha that all human scientists have agreed on in the past hundreds of years. Only when man and machine are integrated can we truly control the crystallization of human science and technology for thousands of years, and only then can human beings have strong enough strength to explore the broader universe.

With the development of science and technology, the farther human beings explore the starry sky, more and more evidence shows that human beings are definitely not the only civilization in this vast starry sky. The reason why human beings have not met yet is not because of anything else, but because human beings have not gone far enough.

Because the uncertain unknown efforts to make humanity itself strong are only one of them, looking at the countries of the human starry sky, whoever takes the lead in mastering the neural connection mecha technology and uses it for advanced mecha divisions or even intermediate mecha divisions will have the initiative in the war.

You can use enough old mechs with a thousand nerve connection mechs, but what about 100,000, a million mechs? From the day the technology was broken by humans, all existing push-button joystick control mechs, whether you are in the 9th or 10th generation, will be thrown into the dust of history.

It's like the ending of jet vs. propeller on the ancient blue star.

And in addition to this, the combat power of their control of mecha can only make many humans look up, one person and one mecha, that is, a walking full mecha battalion, just ask if you are afraid.

The mecha god of war, although he does not command the army and is transcendent, but their status in a country is definitely high enough.

And he will never promise this kind of thing easily.

Regardless of the group of air pirate mecha masters who quietly wiped their tears excitedly, Yan Chilie smiled faintly: "I knew that Lao Tzu's previous name was still popular, but just now I should have said that Lao Tzu was bloody, maybe I didn't need to fight to scare that little rabbit away." Come, come, who will answer the question that Lao Tzu just asked, Yan Chilie's name is not good, and the blood will not lie to you! ”

Including Qin Chong, everyone fell into deep thought. Being able to get the blood to guide is naturally the dream of all mechists, but if you don't want to answer it clearly and rashly, it may backfire.

Tang Lang was also bowing his head and pondering, but he wasn't thinking about how to answer the question and get the guidance of this mecha master at this time, although he also needed this, but for him now, how to get through the difficulty of identity authentication was the most important. The lies of the Secret Service Major are estimated to have been broken by this one a long time ago, and the words of the natives of the Rafi Star Jungle don't want to be easily fooled, just the one in front of him is already shrewd to make people desperate.

The eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate together, Tang Lang didn't dare to look at them easily.

"The eldest grandson chick is glancing at you, handing you autumn waves!" The sound of hob meat sounded in Tang Lang's mind.

Tang Lang swept over with the corner of his eye, but saw that the eldest grandson Xueqing lowered his eyes, as if he was also thinking about the question raised by Yan Chilie, and the five white fingers seemed to be unconsciously tapping on the ground at will.

Tang Lang's eyes froze slightly.

That is, Morse code, which can also be called an ancient code on the ancient blue star.

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