General Du Mingle, who is now in his fifties, is not tall among men, and even a little thin, but he has a square face in his life, his hair is meticulously combed, his eyes are like knives, his thin lips are rigid and tough, and his appearance and demeanor are very majestic. When he loses his temper, the timid person will be so frightened that he will be incontinent and his legs and stomach will turn tendons.

At this time, a well-dressed middle-aged man was sitting in his private reception room, with a red face, a big back, and a smooth oily face. This person is the chief representative of the Great Council of the Alliance. He is one of the important liaison between the government and the military. On this trip, he brought an important document to discuss the joint dispatch of troops with the Central and Southern Theater.

The talks have been going on for more than an hour, and basically the representative has been speaking, and Admiral Du Mingle is listening. He didn't say a word during this period, and if he hadn't kept his eyes open in his seat, others would have thought he was asleep.

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and moistened his throat, and continued: "Your Excellency, Commander, this plan has been reviewed and approved by many deputies and submitted to the Speaker of the Council and His Excellency the President. And the two Excellencies are quite appreciative of this plan. As long as you sign here, it can be converted into actual military operations, and it shouldn't be a problem to wipe out one or two armies of the Roland Empire and take the Orrangado Starfield before winter sets in. ”

The middle-aged population is first-class, and before he became the chief representative of the Great Council, he was a well-known gold medal lawyer in the league, and he never lost any lawsuit he handled. So he was very confident in his eloquence. I believe that any stubborn person must bow down to his incorruptible tongue. He came on a special mission and didn't want to return in vain. His eyes are shining, he has a light smile on his face, and his demeanor is graceful and confident.

General Du Mingle's fingers tapped lightly on the micro storage disk on the desktop, his half-closed eyes burst into a terrifying light, looking directly at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa next to him, and said with a majestic face expressionlessly: "I only ask you two things, first, has the Supreme Staff Headquarters studied and discussed?" Second, has General Kershville, the commander of the Southeastern Theater of Operations, seen this plan? ”

The middle-aged man's reserved smile stiffened slightly, "Well, here's the thing, after you sign it, Your Excellency Commander, I will immediately leave for the Southeast Theater of Operations and personally present this plan to General Kashville for review, after all, joint operations are the business of your two theaters, and then ......."

"Stop!" General Du Mingle interrupted him a little rudely, not interested in listening to him continue to talk nonsense, his originally majestic face showed a mocking smile, "Do you know what an empty glove white wolf is?" ”

The middle-aged man's face immediately became very ugly, and he squeezed out a stiff smile, and said, "Please forgive me for being stupid, I don't quite understand what you mean, Your Excellency Commander." ”

"Do you really not understand or are you pretending to be confused? Well? General Du Mingle's fierce gaze forced him to star, and under the huge mental pressure, fine beads of sweat began to ooze from the middle-aged man's forehead, and he said in a tough tone: "I'm sorry, I really can't understand the words of His Excellency the Commander." ”

Bang, General Du Mingle smashed his fist on the table, and the thumb-sized miniature storage disk was smashed to pieces, and he said angrily: "Fighting a war is a soldier's business, how to fight and when to fight, naturally it is decided by the Supreme Staff Headquarters, and it is about your Great Council?" What authority do you have, and what qualifications do you have to draw up a campaign plan for the Supreme Staff Headquarters? Also joint operations, oh me, what bullshit, come on! ”

The door to the private reception room was pushed open from the outside, and two guards strode in.

The middle-aged man's face immediately changed, and he stood up and said hurriedly: "You, Your Excellency Commander, I am the chief representative of the Great Council, what are you going to do?" ”

General Du Mingle closed his eyes, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and waved his hand, "Take this garbage thing away and immediately expel it!" ”

The two tall and burly guards picked up the middle-aged man left and right and walked out of the door, the middle-aged man struggled with an ugly face and turned his head and screamed: "Du Mingle, you have to think about it carefully, don't do stupid things, half of your military expenses in the Central and Southern Theater are reviewed and approved by the Great Council, and if you offend the Great Council, you won't have good fruit to eat." ”

General Du Mingle's eyes flashed, "Wait a minute." Let him go. ”

Hearing this, the two guards let go of the middle-aged man, took two steps back, straightened their chests and stomachs, and stood behind their backs without squinting. The middle-aged man stroked his scattered hair, smoothed the folds of his clothes, and proudly watched General Du Mingle come out from behind the table and approach, and said proudly: "Your Excellency Commander, if you change your attention now......

Syllable! A loud slap made him stumble, his hands covered his face, his eyes widened in horror and horror, and he looked at the majestic man with a cold face approaching him in disbelief, and the corners of his bloodshot mouth trembled and he didn't dare to speak. General Du Mingle grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the wall, lifted it hard, and lifted it higher and higher, the middle-aged man's face was strangled red, and his dangling feet kicked wildly.

"I warn you, if my military spending in the Central and Southern Theater is less than half a dime, Lao Tzu will try his best to blow up the hundreds of thousands of fleets under his command to blow you up, and go back to tell the group of old bastards behind you, their good days are numbered, they should eat, drink, and don't stretch their claws out. Don't think that no one knows what happened back then. They don't do it rigorously. Get lost! With that, he vigorously threw the middle-aged man out of the door, fell to the ground, and then slipped out against the smooth floor. With a clatter, he closed the door to the reception room.

The middle-aged man with a swollen left side of his face was thrown to the point that his waist bone was cracked, his forehead was bruised, and his whole body was in pain. After getting up in embarrassment, he glanced at the door with resentful eyes, and left the theater headquarters building in embarrassment.

Immediately after his private spacecraft flew into space, he connected to a communication report of the trip. The other side was silent for a long time, "Come back!" ”

"And where is Kashville in the Southeast Theater?"

"No need."

In the headquarters of the Galactic Alliance, a series of smashing sounds came from a room with closed doors and windows in a private manor, and then there was a hysterical roar of rage: "Don't take me in your eyes one by one, okay, very good, then let's see who can have the last laugh!" ”

Clang, the door was vigorously pulled open, and out came the old man in black robes with a pale face and a thin body, and the hunchbacked butler who had been guarding the door bowed his head respectfully.

"Use secret channels to contact Prince Biknovich, saying that I, the chief elder of the Pomo tribe, Xi'er, have important matters to consult with His Royal Highness, and contact Halchi, Gordon, Xi Shilin, and Morens to come to the old mansion to discuss matters."

The hunchbacked butler hurried away, and the black-robed old man stood in the shadows under the eaves with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sky, he hated the day, hated the sun, hated everything that was alive. For the sake of the strong and eternal race. He would rather bear the infamy of the whole world, there is no eternal loyalty in this world, only interests will last forever.

He understands what the decision he made means, but he doesn't care so much, he has worked hard for decades, he has planned actions for decades, and he can't let the achievements of decades be ruined. For this reason, he did not hesitate to drag the entire Galactic Alliance into the abyss. The old man's expression was vicious and cruel, like a snake hidden in the grass, a poisonous snake.

……

was assassinated by a killer in a row, and suffered a lot of physical injuries. The original three-month substitute instructor assignment had to end early. It is said that after the news was announced at the Military Academy, many students jointly petitioned, hoping that the little teacher would continue to come back to teach them. Especially the class led by the fat man, and even threatened the leaders of the hospital in an extreme way of boycotting, and as a last resort, the fat man recorded an audio and video to calm down the incident.

Miss Mitori jokingly told him that it was better to take off his military uniform and become a teacher, maybe there would be a world-renowned teacher and professor in the education field in the future.

For more than ten days after that, the fat man lived a good life, and the killer never appeared again.

Until one day, a man appeared in front of him, completely breaking his peaceful life, and also had a serious impact on the fat man's future path.

That person is Mitori's master, the most famous female god of war of the Tianxiang clan, Lieutenant General Suzuka. The fat man was still a major general when he first saw her on the screen, but she was promoted a year ago.

Her arrival was so sudden that even Mitori, who was an apprentice, didn't know about it. I didn't guess that the purpose of her beautiful master was not to see her, but to come for Tang Xiaobao!

Tang Xiaobao's fundamental impression of her is still on the ambiguous plot with the beard. Maybe it's speculation, or maybe it's true. But it can't be denied that this woman is really beautiful, a real frozen beauty. The years have left no trace on her. It seems young, but that kind of mature woman's charm is something that young girls can't catch up with anyway.

There are many beautiful girls that the fat man has come into contact with. But any of them will be drowned in her light in front of this female lieutenant general, and perhaps over time, they will have the capital to compete with her, but at present, they are a group of young little girls who have not grown up.

She had come alone, without any entourage. And the first sentence after entering the ward completely made the fat man a circle. The shock made his brain a mess, blank, and confused, and he almost fell out of bed.

"I'm your aunt. Your biological mother is my sister, the sister of twins. Suzuka had tears in her eyes, and her fingertips trembled as she stroked the fat man's stiff and sluggish face.

Her temperament is very similar to Miss Meiniao, or rather, Meiniao is very similar to her, the same clear. There is a kind of cold style that rejects people thousands of miles away. The goddess of cold arrogance and loneliness is unapproachable. But at this moment, she is a woman who has removed all her cold shell and turned into a gentle woman. That kind of motherhood, that kind of care and gentleness, every action, every tear, every expression, can't be faked.

The fat man's brain was blank at the moment, and the news came too suddenly, and he didn't know how to accept it. Mom is from the Tianxiang clan?

Subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he suddenly realized that the woman in front of him did look very similar to his mother. The eyes, the corners of the mouth, are almost carved out of a mold.

A sentence didn't go out of the way, didn't even go through the brain, and blurted out naturally.

"What's my mother's name?"