Jason returned to his study and raised his hand to pick up the phone.

After McCall's setup, only a few calls he entered could come in, so he didn't have to worry about advertising or anything like that.

"Jason, it's so well written, it's like you didn't write it!"

Before the phone could be put to his ear, the editor LaVine shouted, and when Jason put the phone to his ear, the editor's words rang like a cannon.

"No need to modify it."

"The process is all over, and we will publish it immediately!"

"This book deserves a tweet!"

Raven, who spoke very quickly, spoke for a full minute before stopping.

What can Jason answer?

He's a writer who uses the 'mind transfer writing method' and can only keep smiling.

"Okay, thanks."

Jason replied.

"It's over, I'll contact you again, and ...... Forget it, how can 'Shipcutter' be the author of your home. ”

With that, Ravan hung up.

As for the previous desire to speak?

With 'shipcutter' as the keyword, Jason easily guessed something.

Or, to be precise, Jason did it on purpose.

He did not hide his name.

He didn't hide his appearance.

Because...... He was worried about the book's sales.

The main quest is: sell at least 100,000 new books in 120 days, and there is a restriction that "it must be purchased voluntarily by others, and only one copy per person".

Even though Jason didn't initially know about book sales in this world, he was well aware of the difficulty of achieving this kind of achievement.

And after understanding?

Jason knew it was even more difficult than he thought.

It's not just a limitation.

There's still time!

It takes a review cycle for a book to go public, and the length of this cycle needs to be adjusted by all parties, and it takes a month or two for a faster one or two, and a little slower? All are calculated on an annual basis.

Unless there are some special circumstances.

It just so happens that he's one of the special cases—

Dragging.

For the record, procrastination is not a good habit!

Making a group of people wait for him is definitely not something Jason is happy to see.

He didn't want to.

But after the manuscript was sent, the speed at which the people who had been waiting for a long time erupted was also beyond Jason's expectations.

In Jason's estimates, LaVine's call should come a month later!

And he needs to use his special identity and fame to speed up the process, and at the same time gain more curious people to buy the book.

Not anymore, though.

The extra month is naturally very good for Jason.

"100 days, 100,000 copies sold!"

Jason took a deep breath and silently thought about the goal.

He felt that it should be able to be done.

Maybe a little bit difficult.

But not too big.

Of course, in order to accomplish this task better and faster, he will 'cooperate' with the propaganda and be wary of accidents.

For example: Alien invasion!

To buy a book, you naturally need someone to do it.

If all the people on the ground were slaughtered by aliens, how could his mission be completed?

Thinking of this, Jason picked up the phone again, wanting to ask Cortana about the Sabi Starman.

"Hello, Master Chief."

The voice is not Konata, but a male voice.

Somewhat familiar, it should be one of the two soldiers next to Cortana.

"You are?"

Jason confirmed the other party's identity.

"Master Chief, I'm Crow."

"Chief Cortana is attending an important meeting, and I will tell Cortana the truth when the meeting is over."

After the other party identified himself, he said.

"Okay."

Jason nodded.

He didn't ask what the meeting was.

With the habits of the other party's army, it is impossible to inform him of this.

Just wait.

But to Jason's surprise, the wait was much longer than expected.

In the afternoon of the next day, to the sound of the helicopter's propellers, the three Johns, who were practicing the sword skills and magic seals belonging to the 'Silver Glory' in the courtyard, stopped, put their swords aside, and watched the helicopter slowly landing.

Or rather, their eyes were all on the container hanging under the helicopter.

They were guessing what was inside the container.

Bang!

With a heavy muffled thud, the helicopter landed after the container landed outside the courtyard.

Cortana jumped off the plane.

"Hi, Cortana."

McCall greeted with a smile.

"Good afternoon, McCall, and John and Brian."

Konata responded with a smile.

It's just that there is an unconcealable sense of exhaustion in his expression.

"Where's Master Chief?"

Cortana asked.

"Just read in the living room, you just go in."

After a few contacts, Cortana can be regarded as 'half of his own people', as long as he does not touch the core of the 'fortress', the three of John will not stop it.

Nodding at the three of John, Cortana pushed the door open and walked into the ground level of the 'fortress'.

As soon as the helicopter landed, Jason put down his Compendium of Ground History and got up to pour Cortana a cup of strong coffee.

He was grateful to the female adjutant.

Without the other party, he estimated that the main quest this time would have a high probability of failure.

And this is the last thing he wants to see.

Although the notes do not explicitly say what will happen if you fail.

But Jason instinctively felt that it was definitely not something he was willing to bear.

"Good afternoon, Master Chief."

Upon entering the room, Cortana greeted Jason.

It seemed to be as usual, but Jason's extraordinary perception keenly noticed that Konata's tone was a little cold, and then he didn't look at the coffee on the table, and said formulaically: "Master Chief, your enhanced elite Thor's hammer armor has arrived, please sign for it, and enter your fingerprints and voice." ”

With that, Cortana took out a price similar to a car key and placed it in front of Jason along with the documents that needed to be signed.

After picking up the document and checking it, Jason raised his hand to sign it.

"Cortana, what's going on?"

Jason asked as he handed the papers to the female adjutant.

"Nope."

Cortana replied.

But after only a second, the female adjutant spoke again.

"Master Chief, pay attention to your image."

"Although you are a supernumerary, you should also have your own position."

Listening to Konata's words, Jason became more and more surprised.

What happened?

Did he do anything out of place?

"What's going on?"

After thinking about it, Jason, who didn't understand it, asked directly.

Then he saw Cortana's cheeks suddenly turn red, and the whole person stood up with some emotion, and opened her mouth to say something, but then the female adjutant closed her mouth again.

Cortana sat back down on the couch.

The expression on his face was as calm as possible.

It's just that her heart is constantly rippling.

She wanted to say something, but she found that she had no position to say anything at all.

Do you want to admit that she has a crush on Jason?

Jason is not allowed to touch other women?

It doesn't make sense at all.

What's more, she and him were originally in a relationship between a liaison officer and a non-commissioned officer.

Damn it!

Obviously I came first!

The female adjutant thought in her heart, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed, but she held back her anger, put on a straight face, and said in a formulaic tone: "In a week, the Kirin main ship will be lifted back into the air, accompanied by veterans who have returned to the ground to heal their wounds and the first batch of recruits - this is the main content of our previous meeting, and we need to use the existing methods to motivate the remaining recruits." ”

"The situation on the surface of the moon is bad?"

Jason asked.

Although Cortana didn't say it explicitly, this impatient 'encouragement' has already made Jason smell something unusual.

"Hmm."

After a moment's hesitation, Cortana nodded.

There were some things she couldn't hide from Jason.

As Jason's 'shipcutter', it is not difficult to understand these things.

"After a short period of calm, the 'Sabi people' began to attack the lunar surface in a big way, and they seemed to want to avenge the failure of their previous ground plan, not only by shelling the lunar surface with three complete capital warships, but also by parachuting at least tens of thousands of soldiers every day for the last three days, and began to attack the bunkers around the lunar base in a way that did not count casualties."

"The defense system we built with bunkers is being rapidly eroded, if there are no reinforcements, the defense system of the entire lunar base will collapse in less than two weeks, and then the lunar base will be directly exposed to the artillery fire of the opponent's main ship, so reinforcements are necessary within two weeks, and there must be extremely high morale!"

Cortana's face darkened as she said this.

Jason was equally silent.

High morale can be achieved in a short period of time.

But, what about training?

How is it possible to become a qualified soldier without a long period of training?

Just two weeks of training?

I'm afraid I haven't even completed basic tactical training, right?

No!

Maybe it's shorter.

It has been a week since that night, and it will take at least half a day for many recruits to enter the barracks, and the first batch of recruits will follow the Kirin to the lunar base a week later.

This time on board, it should be left for half a day.

To put it simply, these recruits have only been trained for a maximum of 13 days.

"13 days of training ......"

"Is it enough?"

Jason asked softly.

Cortana didn't answer.

The answer is obvious.

According to the assessment criteria of the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' for a soldier, it takes at least 12 weeks of adaptation and 22 weeks of training to become a qualified recruit from an ordinary person.

34 weeks is a complete cycle.

And 13 days?

I'm afraid it's just going to pull the trigger.

"All 300 Spartan warriors on the ground will go along."

Cortana said.

"All?"

Jason asked.

"Well, all."

Cortana nodded.

Then, the female adjutant got back on her feet.

She didn't have time to stay here for long.

"When the Kirin takes off, His Excellency the Admiral wants you to be able to attend."

Before parting, Cortana said.

Of course, there is one thing Cortana didn't say.

She will also accompany the Kirin to the lunar base as the Kirin's liaison officer with the ground.

This was also the result of last night's discussions.

She won't tell Jason.

This is also a decision she has made a long time ago.

And it hasn't changed because of anything.

Just like at this time, before boarding the helicopter, she turned to look at Jason, her lips slightly open, and finally said nothing.

The helicopter took off.

Cortana sat in the back row.

"Sir, there is something that should be said."

Crowe, who was piloting the plane, said very calmly.

"What if you say that?"

Another subordinate on the side, Ai Wei, asked rhetorically.

"At least there will be no regrets."

Crowe replied.

"Regret or burden, have you figured it out?"

Ai Wei shrugged his shoulders and disagreed.

Cortana didn't speak, she turned her head and looked at the ground that was already quite far away.

From here, Jason almost turned into a stickman, and Cortana raised her hand through the window and touched little Jason with her fingers.

There is no temperature.

Only the coldness and hardness of glass.

Then, the distance is getting farther and farther away.

Jason went from being a stickman to a little black dot.

The female adjutant sighed under her breath.

"Regret and burden, who can say clearly."

The helicopter was gone.

From the ground, completely unrecognizable, Jason lowered his head and walked towards the container.

The three of John had been waiting there for a long time.

"Unboxing?"

Looking at Jason approaching, McCall couldn't help but ask.

Jason raised his hand and pressed the switch Cortana had given.

Click!

There was an immediate noise inside the container, and then the door on one side opened automatically.

"Wow!"

Brian and McCall exclaimed directly.

Even John was surprised.

Inside the container, a 2.5-meter-tall armor covered in black and full of weapons stood there.

A shoulder gun in the right shoulder position of the armor.

Twelve small missiles are concentrated on the left shoulder.

On the front of both arms are Gatling-like rotating bullet holes.

There was also a dark hole in the palm of the hand, and the side of the armor with the thighs open on both sides revealed huge grenades, and a huge shotgun on the back.

"Big Killer!"

John commented.

"Is the palm of your hand a flamethrower?"

Brian guessed.

"Jason, what do you have to do to get a piece of armor like this!"

McCall asked directly.

Then, the three of John realized that the friends who were standing on the side seemed to have a touch of disappointment on their faces.

The disappointment was gone.

The three of John subconsciously thought that this was an illusion.

After all, with such a good pair of armor here, how could Jason be disappointed?

They must have read it wrong.

"Meritorious."

Jason replied to McCall.

McCall froze, then shook his head.

He didn't want to go back.

Jason, on the other hand, crossed the three of them and came to the Thorhammer elite armor, and the disappointment on his face became more and more obvious.

It's not that this Mjolnir Elite armor isn't good enough.

It's good enough to fly, it's able to dive, and it's got enough firepower.

But......

It can't be eaten!

At the beginning, Jason once speculated that the Thorhammer elite warframe should be a battleship similar to the 'Sabi Starman', which should be able to eat, but the reality is cruel.

Satiety: 65.

Glancing at the satiety, Jason couldn't help but frown.

He felt that he needed to think of something else.

Maybe......