"Ding, administration." A pleasant electronic female voice prompted, and Astrid hummed a nameless tune and straightened her neckline, and Miss Paltrow was warm again, and there was a hint of humiliation in it, and the two beauties stood together almost to the stunned eyes of the people waiting for the elevator.

The little cow didn't dare to play any tricks this time, and Astrid had already made it clear that he should not take the general's stamp too seriously as his lipstick. If you still produce lipstick. "Listen, go and iron my military uniform, for in a moment I will have to see the Admiral, my dear Miss Paltrow." Astrid stood in front of the hatch with the sign engraved "Base Commandant's Office", Miss Paltrow was only a steak shorter than her, but short was short. So she shook her hand very gently, leaned over and whispered, "My patience has always been bad, presumably, this one in the office should also say it." ”

Watching the little cow swaying his waist and leaving, Astrid secretly said that the talent training system really varies from person to person, some people love the blood red of the snow day, and some people are keen on the blood red of bed sheets. It's pink lips, she thought. Immediately, she slammed the hatch. "Astrid Josephine, request to enter."

"Enter." The lock gate outside the door jumped into a green light, and the sliding door opened in response. Astrid stepped into the room. Lieutenant General Williams doesn't advocate meaningless wasted space, preferring compact and sleek layouts. Facing the large office desk facing the door, to the right of the general is a row of triangular-topped log bookshelves, and carefully tended pothos vines sprout branches, hiding the full load of old books underneath. On the left-hand side is a display of the old Union flag. Our flag hangs in the sky forever, she thought. In addition, the most space-taking is the three-seater guest chair a few steps through the door. Compared to the lavish office of Major General Orient at the Mayport base. The lieutenant general is simply rustic like a major.

"Next time you swipe the card to enter, you don't have to salute the intercom before coming in, it makes me look like a bad old man who is not close to me." As usual, the general buried his head in the document instructions. The king eats the feast, and the prime minister pulls the skin? Astrid replied, "Aren't you that the kind of person?" ”

The general put down the pen and unscrewed the cap to draw in the ink, which was so that the quick-drying ink still stained the general's olive-green sleeves. "Look at you're me off, you always like to get into a little trouble, sit down, Josephine, sixty years have passed, but you're still my student." The general wiped his sleeve and threw the dark-colored tissue into the basket.

Astrid sat in a leather chair that must have been made of hollow dragon tanning, she never wore a skirt, she naturally did not go naked, she cocked her slender left foot, and put out a second leg, and a few meters away was a lieutenant general, the second person in the Half Moon Bay base. But he's my mentor.

"Operation Pluto has temporarily fallen into a bottleneck, and you want to further explore the operation of the ghost according to your thinking, and the nuclear power components that are likely to exist on the Balaton freighter are an additional surprise, the power supply gap of the base is widening day by day, the dock department is shouting that the quota for transporting floating docks is too small to lift the cruiser, and the self-circulation department says that the amount of light source in the soilless planting farm is poor, and even the reactor department is actually clamoring to increase the ration ......" The general rubbed his temples, and Astrid counted the general's old age spots, In fact, a minor surgery can remove these eye-catching spots, so that the lieutenant general can look more imposing. So she said: "A group of children, just thinking about throttling, no electricity and no artillery, to seize the spoils of war." ”

The general bowed his head approvingly and said, "This is the reason why I have always admired you, and I will never let up. To get back to the point, in the absence of the permanent chairman, I can only deploy special combat personnel within your authority, and more reaction units are in a state of rotation, and their training subjects are all survival reconnaissance in the wasteland environment, which is not suitable for assault operations under the premise of maintaining the integrity of the freighter. Besides, your point of immunity to physical strikes needs to be confirmed, and the scientists at the base are currently working hard to control the energy control of the reactor group, I know what you're trying to say. The general held out his palm, stopped Astrid, and instead raised his index finger.

"We do have frozen and dormant field scientists, many from the Defense Advanced Planning and Research Agency, and one of them, Mark Davis, is the one who designed the hyperspectral goggles and optical camouflage nets that were put into practice. As for the inexplicable phenomenon of ghosts, I think Davis might be able to provide an explanation. The General brought up the list of dormant personnel, amplifying Dr. Davis's personal information. After graduating from MIT, he was recruited into the Advanced Research Bureau, which is part of the General Staff of the Federal Armed Services, and presided over hyperspectral experiments, and the invisible camouflage can change in a controllable way.

"Why don't you wake up Dr. Davis?" Astrid asked, despising the salary thieves of the General Staff, but respecting the largely obscure scientists, and every military advancement required the dedication of a large number of scientific researchers.

"You've already got the answer before, electricity, Dr. Davis's projects are mostly optical and electrical research that consumes an extremely alarming amount of electricity, and it took three million kilowatt-hours of electricity to etch the first prototype optical camouflage network out of the circuit, and later, the research institute even built a thermal power station to supply the doctor's team, and the scientific conference had suggested reopening the controllable stealth camouflage research, but it was impossible for the contact conference to squeeze out almost no reserve power in order to strengthen the individual soldier ability that had a very obvious advantage. So, Dr. Davis remained asleep until one day when the power strain was relieved and the doctor was able to wake up. The general said, knocking on the table with a "tuk-tuk" and continuing.

"I'm sure I'll be able to convince the rest of the Joint Council members given the enormous benefits that Operation Pluto could bring, but Admiral Tyran has always been cautious about military research on non-scheduled lists, and there are rated awakening targets every year, and the four bases were used up as early as the beginning of the year, so if I hadn't had a few remaining indicators from previous years on hand, I'm afraid you would still be awake from a long dream." The general quipped, and Astrid immediately grabbed the important word "some".

"Didn't you say how many?" She said slyly. The general smiled helplessly and replied: "There are three of them, one is you, and the whereabouts of the remaining two are not known with your current qualifications." The general took off his reading glasses and pinched the corners of his eyes.

"Josephine, I will die of old age sooner or later, that day is not far off, I can't pave the way for you all the time, you have to win more of what you want, I give advice, I will arrange your meeting with Admiral Tyran for a tea break at four o'clock in the afternoon, when Miss Paltrow will prepare for you." Before noon, Lieutenant General Williams drank black coffee, and the bitter smell lingered on the tip of the female major's nose.

"I'm tired, I'm going to take a nap and go do your thing, my little Josephine." Yes, even though Astrid is 87 years old, in front of the 127-year-old lieutenant general, she is still a little girl. Astrid bowed and quietly exited the office.

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"Your medal is here." Paltrow faithfully carried out Astrid's orders, and really ironed out dozens of various military uniforms, military dresses, and regular clothes that she had been issued after waking up. Maybe it's the general's order, forget it, as long as the little cow is obedient. Astrid thought as she stood in the floor-to-ceiling mirror with a ribbon representing the Medal of Honor of the First Degree. She carefully smoothed the slightly faded scarlet ribbon and took the head of the Königsberg hosts. Astrid proudly recalls the glorious moment of that day, when she was the spearhead of the 1st Armored Battalion's attack, and a surprise attack disrupted the arrangement of the opposing Imperial Mech Unit, and in a fierce battle, she beheaded the head of Colonel Alexei, the commander of the 227th Imperial Guards Mecha Brigade. The battle catapulted her to fame, and the president personally awarded her the medal.

"This, this, the rest, put it away." Asteride pouted, and Paltrow quickly pulled out a gold snowflake slash medallion with the "100" engraved on it. She is the first Allied Super Mech Ace to kill more than 100 mechs. A silver eagle cross, a medal for five years of war service. "If you wear them all, I'm afraid you won't have to wear body armor in the future." A fragrant breeze blew through the mirror, and Paltrow's boat-shaped hat was reflected, and compared to the delicate two-sword olive leaves of the combat officer, the civilian staff officer had only two solitary olive leaves. Paltrow helped Astrid put on the medal and pulled the placket of his shirt.

"Oh, you wait a minute." Paltrow snorted softly, unlaceping Astrid's boots and patiently re-tying them up. delicately as if she were her personal adjutant, a girl who learns quickly. She thought that Astrid had deliberately knocked over Paltrow's military hat, and oh yo, I saw something again, this time smart, tightly packed.

The little cow looked at Astrid in uniform, and the red trouser line went up the wide breeches and ended at the placket of the blouse, which subtly showed off her strong calves and concealed the natural slenderness of the women's legs than the men's. The upper waist of the dark green jacket is surrounded by a slightly widened belt, the eagle emblem belt buckle is closed to the protruding outer thread, the bright red ribbon after the first button has become the only highlight of the jacket, and the three medals with high gold content mark the spirit and glorious future of the owner. Finally, he put on a big-brimmed hat, and Valkyrie was incarnated in the world.

"Heroic, sir, I don't think there's anyone in the base who is more suitable for this military dress than you." The little cow wasted no time in complimenting. Astrid tightened her clasp, and the silver-threaded epaulettes stood up, making up for the lack of height at her shoulders. If it weren't for Astrid's over-reading of her own portraits, she would have been obsessed with it. She held the ceremonial dagger at her waist and said in a haughty tone, "Now, take me to meet my highest commander." ”

"As you wish." Lieutenant Polly Paltrow held the hanger in her hand and bowed slightly.