Salmu's face was gloomy, anger was churning in his eyes, he was angry, hateful, anxious and innocent, who was provoked by the Lector Navy, wasn't it at the request of Governor Roger to come and do battlefield support work. After all, the main offensive force is still the government army, and even if the rebels are looking for trouble, they should go to Melville and Roger? Fillette is right, what kind of anger is it to take the navy.

KZ-78, KZ-56 two reconnaissance satellites were damaged, 240 units, and only one of the "Thunder Wings" of the 2 brigades came back, how could he afford such a big loss.

The disaster of innocence, this is simply the disaster of innocence, who do you say let him talk to......

"Up...... Colonel, how's that? Still fighting? The laser platform is still ......"

The staff officer was only halfway through his words, and Salmu was annoyed: "Rosaha, you idiot, fight?" What to fight? The enemies have already left their hands, you still go to provoke them, don't drag me into the water if you have lived enough. ”

"Enemy...... Keep your hands? How? Another goatee staff officer asked.

Salmu took a deep breath: "I don't need to say that you have all seen the combat effectiveness of enemy fighters. Since they have surface-to-air weapons, why don't they send all their fighters to space? Why send only 15 of them, why are they aimed at two reconnaissance satellites, KZ-56 and KZ-78. And not laser weapon platforms, missile system platforms, or even 'Archangels'? Have you thought about any of this? ”

"Isn't it KZ-78, KZ-56 is closest to the atmosphere?" Rosaha nodded self-righteously: "The laser platform, the missile platform, and the 'Archangel' all have a powerful close defense system, and they ...... it"

"You fart!" Before he could finish speaking, Salmu interrupted him with a loud shout: "If they send out all more than 40 fighters to attack the 'Archangel' regardless of losses, do you think we have the ability to keep the 'Archangel'?" ”

Rosaha was silent. Another staff officer muttered, "Do you want to ask for support from the garrison fleet?" ”

This time, without waiting for Salmu to speak, the goatee shook his head: "After knocking out our fighters, the enemy did not pursue. If they have the heart to kill us, how can they let go of such a good opportunity? I'm afraid ......"

"I'm afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid they just want to give us a kick!"

"Dismount?" Rosaha froze.

"Yes, dismount." It was Salmu who replied. Governor Roger planned a "knock on the mountain", but what about the enemy. countered and slapped the government in the face. This time, the Lector Army can be said to have lost his wife and soldiers, not only his face was swollen, but his chrysanthemums were crippled.

"So...... The rebels don't want to fight us to the death? Rosaha blinked, puzzled.

"You can't go wrong. The reason why they set their targets on the two reconnaissance satellites KZ-56 and KZ-78 must be that they hate being watched by people in their every move, and give us a warning to stop meddling. Reconnaissance satellites are nothing more than bargains. The 'Archangels' are an important combat unit of the Navy, and they did not take advantage of the victory to pursue us, because they did not want to push us too hard, so as not to drag the Lector Navy fleet into the vortex of war. ”

Salmu looked at the "Thunder Wings" that was getting farther and farther away on the big screen: "If my inference is correct, this war is probably going to end soon." ”

"The end? We have suffered such a big loss, and it will be over when we say it's over? ”

The goatee gave him a blank look: "Do you want to keep fighting?" Until Rector's army is all gone? Are you as stupid as you are to be Governor Roger? ”

"Do you want to let them be arrogant?" Rosahawu was self-reliant.

Salmu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned his head to sweep over the damage control unit. It just so happened that the electromagnetic storm subsided, and the wireless network resumed normal information. Then his face turned straight. He shouted at the equipment pool downstairs: "Liaison officer, edit all the battle images and send them to the ground command." By the way, Sue Melville, we can only help him get here. ”

……

When the data collected by the Space Command Division was transmitted back to the ground through the Guò laser communication network, Waters, who received the Sarmu telegraph, directly threw a cup of steaming coffee on the ground: "That turtle with a shrunken head from Salmu. It's just a sight to behold! ”

Melville was silent, puffing on a suffocating cigarette. In any era, in any country, in different sectors, there will never be a sincere cooperation. Head. The metropolitan military district has almost exhausted half of its troops. Salmu only lost two reconnaissance satellites and 240 "Thunder Wings", and such war losses were only a drop in the bucket for the Space Navy.

"What about the Mountain Ghost Commando? Where is the Mountain Ghost Commando? Waters resembled a wounded beast, its roar filled with sorrow and pain.

In the ten minutes since the establishment of the laser communication network, all the news coming from the front line is bad news, except for the dead or the rout, and then the message for help. The "knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger" operation failed, and the defeat was very complete. The only hope for the government army is to ambush the mountain ghost commandos in the underground waterways and prepare to attack the research institute after the battle begins.

The correspondent shook his head in frustration: "Still no response......"

"What about the scouts who sent them to visit?"

"Not either."

“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” After scolding three times, Waters sat back on the sofa with a "poof" as if he had exhausted all his strength.

He looked up and swept the image of the "KZ-78" satellite when it exploded, and his eyes gradually became cold: "Just launch a dense missile attack on the research institute and kill those rebels." ”

Melville remained silent, smoking a suffocating cigarette.

At this moment, his brain was almost incapacitated, and his thick lips were furrowed. If you get close enough, you can hear a faint murmur of mosquitoes: "My mountain ghost commando...... My mountain ghost ......"

A dense missile attack can indeed blow up the institute, but what about Professor Faraday? Will Governor Roger allow him to do this? If Lord Lancelot had known about this, he would have skinned him.

"Tang Fang, Tang Fang...... Damn the guys! If I were to see you, I would have to blow your head with a shot to quench the hatred in my heart. ”

Just when Melville was stunned, Waters secretly gambled, suddenly. The light and shadow on the communication screen flashed, and a young Asian man with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth appeared in front of everyone: "Hey, good morning, everyone." ”

"Colonel Waters, did you just say you were going to shoot me in the head?"

This...... This...... What's going on? More than 30 people in the command headquarters were stunned, and some officers looked at each other, "Who is this person?" How can it suddenly appear on the screen of a communication device? ”

"Don ...... Square? It's you. Waters' fingers clenched. Melville also stood up from the couch. Stared straight at the guy on the screen who he hated to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.

"Communications officer, what are you eating? Why is he here? How did he get here? Waters was furious.

Melville pulled him along, "Hear what he has to say first." ”

"How about making an appointment with a place, making an appointment, and let's sit down and talk?" On the communication screen, Tang Fang said with a smile.

"Sit down...... Talk? "Waters' lungs are blown, and this kid's troops are almost crippled. The strength of an army in the metropolitan military region, the two sides are already enemies, chatting? What kind of heaven are you talking about? This is a provocation. Definitely a provocation.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!" Noble as Colonel Waters, he couldn't help but burst into a rude sentence. He felt that he had been tricked, and his generals racked their brains and tried their best to fight a war with 20 points of spirit, and that guy was so breezy that he was like a monkey jumping up and down in a zoo. He, on the other hand, whistles outside the cage. Tourists throwing bananas.

Melville was just as resentful, but much more self-controlled than Waters: "Good, time, place, people. ”

"Melville!" Waters turned around. Angry eyes widened.

"Calm down, Waters, Professor Faraday's safety is the top priority. Don't blame me for not reminding you, if the professor is sick because of you, Duke Yadan will definitely send you to 'Celtic' without hesitation. ”

As soon as I heard this. Waters was like a deflated ball, instantly wilting. If it is true that because of the proper handling of the Lector government, Faraday died, the Duke of Yadan will definitely find a scapegoat in order to exonerate the guilt. Did he Waters finally wait for Dunbar? Taylor lost power, but he couldn't ruin his good future because of a moment of anger.

Seeing the new chief. Metropolitan Military Region Division. The commander calmed down the restlessness in his heart, and Tang Fang nodded and said, "At noon, the research institute is 15KM south. ”

"Okay, see you soon." Melville gritted his teeth and disconnected.

At the moment, Waters is like a fierce beast that chooses people to devour, a pair of eyes are full of bloodshots, and the troops of more than 20,000 people are almost wiped out in just half an hour, and now they have to look at the other party's face to act, what is this TM called! He has been in the army for more than 30 years, and it is the first time he has been so cowardly.

Melville was in a different mood from him, as if the battle just now had exhausted all his self-confidence, and also worn away the little sharpness he had left, and now he had two eyes and a sallow face, giving people a feeling of haggard and dying.

As a nobleman who had just turned 50 years old, in just half an hour, he seemed to have aged 20 years all of a sudden.

Waters' reckless temperament, sloppy work, and sometimes self-righteous cleverness, such a person is not enough to take on big responsibilities, but he is better than thick lines, tendons, and will not be clumped by a momentary blow.

Melville is different, he has poured a lot of time into the Mountain Ghost Commando, time, effort, hope, and even feelings. The Mountain Ghost Commando is his pride, the pride of his alone. In terms of combat effectiveness, a squadron of 72 mountain ghost commandos is equivalent to 2 mechanized infantry battalions of ordinary armored divisions, and compared with the most recent "blood wolf" warriors in the empire, it is only a thin line.

However, after this battle, the glory is gone, and the pride is gone. That guy named Tang Fang not only wiped out his troops, but also lost his confidence, courage, and dignity as a general.

Melville was not a qualified nobleman, but a responsible general of the troops. In the eyes of a man like Waters, the army is just a tool to ensure that he and his fellow nobles are pampered and extravagant.

In the final analysis, the so-called civilians are just a group of government-raised fertility machines, which are not much different from cattle, sheep, pigs, dogs, etc. It's nothing more than a different form of use. Cattle, sheep, pigs, and dogs are domestic animals used to eat and satisfy their appetites, while civilians are slaves used to exploit, bully, and servitude, of course. If they have a beautiful daughter, they can also use it to satisfy the crotch of officials and nobles. Desire. After all, in such a social environment, men are a scarce commodity, and a rich man marrying three wives and four concubines can not only help them improve their lives. It can also promote social harmony and stabilize politics.

Therefore, aristocracy is indispensable, beneficial to the country and the people, and conducive to social development and progress. In the words of some experts and scholars with the huge word "loyalty" printed on their heads, the plain of the common people in Mengya is still low, and there must be some people to lead them forward, so as to ensure the long-term peace and stability of the society, and this so-called "some people" are the imperial political arena that can call the wind and rain. Nobles and high-ranking officials who sprinkled beans into soldiers and backhanded grenades, and, of course, their heirs.

In the eyes of people like Waters, as long as Monya does not fall and the glory of "Celtic" is everywhere, the class game will be reincarnated from generation to generation, and the slaves will always be slaves. The king is always king.

Unlike Waters, Melville is more of a swordsman. The Mountain Ghost Commando is a sharp Qingfeng that he carefully carves, wipes diligently, and often polishes.

The sword is in the people, the sword is dead, this is the spirit of the swordsman, and it is also Melville's way of governing the army. Now. His sword was broken, and the heart of the general naturally passed away.

"Liaison, report the results of this battle to Governor Roger." With a listless command, Melville sat back down on the couch. He took out another cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it on fire, and smoked it one by one.

In just a few minutes, a thick layer of cigarette butts had accumulated on the ground......

……

Quentin Island, West of Sulawia Palace, in a medieval Victorian-style bedroom.

Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow on the carpets, antique cabinets are stacked with brightly colored silver ornaments, and warm and cool colors are reflected on the cream-white walls, and the whole room is filled with the rich fragrance of tulips.

The early morning sun shines through the silk curtains on the head of the bed, and there is a lazy smell.

There is no doubt that this is a luxurious and noble room. The owner of the room should be a nobleman, elegant and arrogant, with a pink and white neck raised high like a white swan.

The pretty maids of Sulawia Palace usually don't clean this room in the morning, because Viscount Roger hates that someone will disturb his rest, even if it is a beautiful woman.

Today was different from usual, the Governor woke up very early, not because he was concerned about the front line, but because there was a woman lying on his bed, a middle-aged beautiful woman in her 40s, but still charming, and bewitching.

The noble Viscount Roger and the noblewoman Quinna? Austin has a leg behind his back, and few people in the Lector aristocratic circle don't know about it, but everyone knows it.

Elegance is used to describe aristocratic manners, while erosion is used to describe aristocratic life.

The son got Lao Tzu's concubine, Lao Tzu became his daughter-in-law's maid, and the old woman seduced the strong groom...... All this, lust and flesh. Lust has always been the theme of aristocratic life. When wealth is at your fingertips, then only women are left to pursue it. As an aristocrat and a socialite, his taste is naturally far heavier than that of a commoner, and his play tricks are more complicated.

At this moment, the Viscount did not press on the belly of the female director, nor did he stretch his body, lying on the soft and warm bed and letting the woman gallop.

He leaned sideways, his whole head buried in Kunna? Austin's chest, which has undergone orthopedic surgery, has a little pink in his mouth, and sucks something.

Goo-dong, goo-dong......

"Good son, isn't mother's milk fragrant?"

"Fragrant ......," replied the Governor in a milky voice, as obedient as a baby.

Quinna? Austin touched his face dotingly, and then arranged the ruffled baby hat on the head of the Governor, and said with a smile: "Good son, eat quickly, the sun is out, and Mommy is going to get up and work." ”

"No, no......" The Governor arched back and forth as if coquettishly, and the milk squirting from his nipples spilled everywhere. On the bed, on the face, on the futon......

Syllable!

The female director slapped the Governor Bai Huahua's ass vigorously: "Naughty again!" ”

The Governor twitched his ass and pouted, "Mom, it's hard......"

"Giggles, clucks, good son, come, let mom see......" The woman affectionately in Roger? Fillet kissed her cheek and touched her delicate and slender right hand downward.

Lord Lancelot is a filthy and nasty homosexual, and Viscount Roger is a close relative, and rumors like this are known in Lector nine out of ten. But who would have thought that Viscount Roger was not only a close relative, but also a perverted mother-lover complex.

"Want it to come out?" Quinna? Austin said with a smile, no lewdness in his eyes. Obscenity, no disgust, only the maternal brilliance that is so real that it is moving.

"Hmm." The Governor glanced up at her and nodded shyly.

Kunna leaned into his ear, gently bit her earlobe, and asked softly, "What way do you want Mom to use?" ”

The Governor did not speak, but his right hand slowly descended, scraping across his chest and across his smooth lower abdomen, winding all the way down and downward.

"Eat, eat, eat......" Quinna? Austin laughed for a while, then straightened Viscount Roger's body, turned over his horse, and waited to help the dragon into the cave. At that moment, a red glow flashed on the frame of the mirror at the end of the room, and an email icon appeared in the center of the mirror.

The Governor slowly opened his eyes, the shame on his face receded, his expression changed from frivolous to stern, and slowly straightened up, walked naked to the mirror opposite, and clicked on the mail icon casually. (To be continued......)