In the end, Ling An still didn't call Xia Fangtong and the two of them.

Today was supposed to be the weekend, and although Suman and the others still had to do their research, the afternoons and evenings were off.

watched a movie with the second daughter, and chatted about some things that happened in the past two months, from trivial matters to major federal events, although most of them were Ling Xuan talking about, Ling An also enjoyed this quiet life, and even felt that some of his irritable, anxious and other bad emotions in the past few months had been reduced to a certain extent.

Sure enough, no matter what profession or job, holidays are necessary for human beings.

It gets dark soon, and Jinling is also a city that never sleeps, and at night, neon lights begin to take over the work of the sun and illuminate the whole of Jinling.

Near the resplendent business district, there is a square, and although there are a lot of people coming and going, it is not as noisy as the business district next door.

This is the Victory Square in Jinling, where the Glorious Army Monument is located.

No one dared to make a loud noise here, not even the young men who looked down on the Glorious Army in their hearts, not only because of the rules here, but also because the people who came here to worship would unleash their wrath on anyone who dared to blaspheme their heroes.

Recently, there have been a lot more people coming to the square to pay their respects, mostly young people, and some middle-aged men and women in their fifties.

In front of the monument, countless candles are lit and countless flowers are clustered. Many girls put down their bouquets of flowers and stood silently, looking at the rosters that were quietly placed under the monument, at the names rolling under the monument, thinking of a boy of the same age who would never grow up again, and wept like tears.

Ling Xuan held a bouquet of flowers in her hand, put it down gently, put her hands in front of her, bowed her head slightly, and closed her eyes.

Even if they didn't know each other, she knew better than the bumpy-talking wastes who were guarding them.

Ling An watched silently, he knew that the sudden increase in the number of victims was due to the war suddenly launched by the alien race.

In the days when he was asleep, not only the second war zone, but also the four war zones launched an attack at the same time, and it was no longer a small local battle in the past, but a full-scale battle.

In just those ten days, the four major theaters combined, the number of glorious soldiers killed in battle should be no less than 150,000.

Although the suicide attacks taken by the alien monsters have caused them heavy losses, although the average battle loss ratio of the four major war zones is as high as 1 to ten, it still makes people's hearts heavy.

The temporary equilibrium of the past five years has been broken, and this number will only increase from now on, when the war returns to a state of détente.

It will not be reduced.

"Brother Ling......"

The little hand in his palm was suddenly clenched, and of course Ling An knew what Su Man was thinking.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Ling An took her hand, sighed secretly, and held Su Man in his arms.

On the other side, Ling Xuan had already finished worshipping. It can be seen that her emotions have also been infected by the people around her, and there is also a sadness between her eyebrows, and when she sees Ling An and Su Man hugging each other at this moment, she only smiles lightly.

Ling Xuan was very glad that her most important relative was still alive.

"Let's go, here, leave it to them." Ling An took Su Man by the hand, looked at his sister and said.

Without taking a few steps, Ling An looked back.

At this moment, the names of Luo Wen, Sun Lei, Zhao Bin and others should have been hung under the monument in the memorial square of their respective hometowns.

The three of them walked out of the memorial square in silence, and the surrounding environment gradually changed from quiet to noisy.

The surroundings became crowded again, young couples holding hands, a family of three walking and chatting after dinner, white-collar workers who had just gotten off work at the moment carried briefcases, hurried home, and luxury cars drove by, among which sat all kinds of people.

The three of Ling An, who had just come out of the memorial square, stood at the traffic light, which was some distance from Jinling University.

"Brother Ling, that ...... Where are you staying tonight? Suman asked, a flash of crimson on her cheeks.

"Find a hotel, or go to the unit dormitory of the defense line for one night." Ling An said. "But I have to send Xiaoxuan and you back first, it's not good for two girls to wander outside at night."

On the side, Ling Xuan was quite speechless.

Well, this is indeed my brother, and the previous suspicions were all wrong.

Seeing Su Man's somewhat dazed appearance, Ling Xuan covered his forehead.

"Brother, listen to my ......" Ling Xuan just wanted to help Su Man persuade Ling An, when she saw Ling An open the Tianxun bracelet and dot on it.

"Wait, I've got an email here."

Ling Xuan's words choked in his mouth, because the second brother's face was a little serious. On the side, Su Man smiled and shook his head gently at Ling Xuan.

Ling An opened the Tianxun bracelet, and the text was displayed on the stretched virtual screen.

This is a traditional text mail, the sender, is Zhou Yang.

Rowan's sister has news.

"Ling An, Sister Luo Wen's information file, I sent it to you by email...... I'm sorry and I hope you're mentally prepared. ”

Below, is a photo of a young woman who looks a little similar to Rowan. Next to it is written her name, age, place of origin.

Scrolling down, it is her experience, which is very detailed, and even includes the tragedy caused by the fallen gods in her youth, which cannot be investigated by ordinary people.

But what fixed Ling An's gaze was the conspicuous sentence at the end of the file.

"Second Lieutenant Russell Susu of the 29th Detachment of the Northern Capital District of the Defense Force was killed on January 7, 2188 while carrying out the mission of exterminating the Fallen Gods Society."

The red word death, like a knife, cut into Ling An's heart.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Due to the angle, Ling Xuan and Su Man didn't see what was on Ling An's Tianxun clearly.

"You guys go back first, and leave me alone." Ling An took a deep breath and tried to calm his mind as much as he could. But the tendons on his head and his fists clenched unconsciously, exposed the fluctuations in his heart.

"Brother, what happened...... Ling Xuan was a little anxious, she had never seen Ling An like this, just when she wanted to ask, she felt Su Man beside her pull herself.

Turning her head to look, Su Man shook her head gently, then her lips opened slightly, and she said softly, "Brother Ling, then let's go back to school first." ”

"Well, I'm sorry." Ling An was a little apologetic, but he knew that it was difficult for him to calm down in a short period of time.

Instead of letting the second daughter look at her angry and irritable appearance, it is better not to see it.

"It's okay, Brother Ling. Then let's go back first, and remember to come to the institute tomorrow morning. Su Man smiled, took Ling Xuan, who was still worried on his face, and took a taxi on the side.

Ling An watched them get into the car, waved goodbye, wrote down the license plate, and watched the taxi drive in the direction of Jinling University, then calmly walked into the business district.

He knew that in this matter, the Glorious Army was right, and the defense line troops were not wrong, but he didn't expect Rowan's sister to join the army, let alone die in the confrontation with the Fallen God Society.

Counting the days, when Russell died, Rowan was still there.

I'm afraid he doesn't know that his sister will leave first.

Luo Wen's matter was originally a knot in Ling An's heart, and he offered to bring the suicide note to his family, just to relieve this heaviness.

Damn aliens, damn fallen gods.

Ling An's mind was bored, he even wanted to apply for this, participate in the action against the Fallen God Society, want to destroy their group of human traitors, and then go to Mars to slaughter those alien races.

But this can only be imagined, the Glorious Army is transferred to the defense line troops, if it is still possible for the garrison, the guerrillas will never take the initiative to apply for it.

He just wanted to vent now.

……

In a private arena, a dozen smashed mechanical stake men are scattered across one field.

The staff outside the arena looked at the shirtless one-eyed man in the arena, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, and they secretly swallowed their saliva.

It stands to reason that this kind of private fighting arena has a dedicated coach and a fighter who accompanies the client.

But the martial arts instructors and sparring staff, who used to be dismissive of those boys, are now hiding outside the fighting arena like them, not daring to enter.

This person, as soon as he came, asked for a private fighting room, asked for a dozen mobile sandbags, and refused the coach who wanted to spar.

This kind of person, the staff of this fighting arena have also seen a lot, most of them are some guys who have encountered troubles, just want to vent, this kind of person is better to deal with, install a few mechanical stake people for him, and soon he will be tired, and the money will have to be given the same.

So the staff smiled and arranged a room for Ling An, and at the same time glanced at the coach.

If you can save some effort, everyone is happy to do it, right?

It was only very soon that the staff members showed shock.

Although Ling An asked for more than a dozen mechanical stake figures, the staff only put three, and Ling An didn't care, he just wanted to vent, and even the engine was useless, so he relied on physical strength.

Then, in the stunned eyes of the staff, the three mechanical stake men were quickly knocked to the ground.

Boom –

The mechanical limbs that were wooden on the surface but metal underneath were broken alive and scattering black smoke on the ground.

"Gone?"

The one-eyed man's low voice made it take a few seconds for the stunned staff to react, and then in Ling An's somewhat cold eyes, more mechanical stake people were put in.

After that, from the shock at the beginning, to the numbness that followed, the staff and the supervisor who felt it afterwards all looked at the one-eyed man in the fighting room silently, wantonly venting his emotions, his anger.

"What's going on?"

The Director looked back and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young master, you're finally here, this person ......"

The director just wanted to tell him something he didn't know much about, when he saw the young man wave his hand, "Needless to say, the next batch won't be sent in." ”

The director just breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the young master couldn't stand such a loss, and he was almost scared out of heart attack by the young man's next sentence.

"I'll go in with Lao Xiang."

"Ah, young master, this person's mood is a little wrong, I'm worried that he will hurt you." The director hurriedly said.

The loss of a dozen or twenty mechanical stake people is a small matter, and if the most beloved son of his own boss in front of him, as well as his friend who is also illustrious, if something happens, then it will really be an accident.

"Listen to me, I can't blame you for something." The young man said.

I don't know why the young master is so persistent, the director can only sigh secretly, and while arranging it, he orders those martial arts masters around him to watch the field at any time.

"By the way," the young man next to the young master said suddenly.

"Young Master Xiang, what are your orders?" The Director asked.

"Get us two sets of the best armor."

“……”