"She's the one you want to protect." The old man looked at the screen and Calais said.

"Magnolia, graduated from the Radel Army Military Academy, ranked second in the current class, senior mecha sergeant, good at mecha hand-to-hand combat." The old man paused: "She is always involved in the front line of the war. ”

A division commander who led the charge.

"The 3rd Army, to which she belongs, participated in the Battle of Kabstar, and the 17th Panzer Division she led completely annihilated all three of the enemy's Panzer Divisions."

Powerful!

Faced with the barrage of data thrown out by the old man, Calais only had this one word in his mind.

A division commander who takes the lead in the charge, a well-trained officer, the combination of the two, it is difficult to think about it or not!

The 17th Division led by her is also an elite armored division, although it does not meet the evaluation of trump cards, but its strength is almost the same.

The old man saw the shock in Calais's eyes, and continued: "She is very difficult to protect, and always likes to put herself in a very dangerous situation. ”

"That's why I chose you, a devil who walks the battlefield."

"Devil......" Calais did not speak, perhaps in the eyes of the old man, he was a devil walking on the battlefield.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door

"Come in"

At this time, it was a blonde girl who pushed the door in.

This girl, blonde and blue-eyed, with a long single ponytail, was dressed in a Radel Federation military uniform, straight and powerful, and her cold face showed a little dissatisfaction.

The blonde girl saluted the old man: "General." ”

The old man nodded.

The blonde girl put down her hand and said, "What is the general looking for me?" ”

The blonde girl was Magnolia.

Magnolia also knew that she was going to have bodyguards, but because the old man's identity was not directly stated, there were still questions about the procedure.

"You've come just in time, you've been researched and decided by the organization, and for your sake, he'll be the bodyguard in charge of your security today."

"Hello, I'm Calais Green." Calais stood up and politely extended her hand to Magnolia.

"General, I don't need bodyguards." Magnolia did not reach for it, but ignored Calais and said to the old man.

The scene was very awkward for a while.

"I'm on the battlefield, life and death are normal, I don't need a bodyguard who gets in the way, and if I die, I'm not capable." Magnolia said this, with firmness and confidence in her words, but disdain for Calais in her eyes.

At the first glance she entered, she saw Calais, a man who exuded such a loose aura, and did not have the seriousness of a man in the army, and she was very disgusted by it.

"The organization has an organized decision, and Calais is your bodyguard today."

Magnolia froze, "But ......"

"It's an order!" The old man suddenly became serious, just like before.

Magnolia originally thought that there was room for maneuver in this matter, after all, she was also a major general, and she had also won a national first-class meritorious service, and now she was gaining momentum. But I didn't expect the old man to be so resolute.

"Yes, General Woflasky." Magnolia expressed her displeasure by calling out the old man's name.

"That's it, starting tomorrow, I'll let Calais report to the 17th Division, and you go back first."

Magnolia saluted and walked out of the room.

"Looks like she doesn't like you kid." The door to the conference room closed, and the seriousness on the old man's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by banter. At this time, I didn't forget to ridicule Calais, who was deflated.

Calais didn't care, he didn't have much contact, and the years of killing had made his feelings of human warmth and coldness weaker and weaker, and the whole person became more and more cold.

He is gradually losing his feelings.

Calais sometimes wondered if he would become an emotionless killing machine in the future.

He didn't know, but at least not yet, the dream of fighting for the Motherland still haunted him.

For the Ladel Federation.

This is probably the last thing Calais had as a Radellian.

"Old man, I need some gear." Now that he is here, Calais will not miss the opportunity to directly ask the state for reimbursement of equipment. After all, the old man sits on the throne of the military boss of Radel, and he may be able to get some new equipment. The equipment of the Radel Federation military is much better than the expensive and broken equipment bought from the interstellar merchants and the black market.

"No problem, just say, I'll let Xiaode get it for you, and I'll send it to you at night, and the money will be mine!" The old man was so arrogant that he agreed to Calais with a wave of his hand.

"In this case, bring me ten [iron horses] first."

"Poof"

The old man almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood, this time it was his turn to strangle Calais, and he opened his mouth to ask for ten of the most advanced [Iron Horses], really he was engaged in wholesale here.

The old man knew that Calais was deliberately choking him when he said it, and Calais couldn't drive a mecha at all, and he still knew this after knowing him for four years.

Surely you will repay! The old man cursed Calais in his heart.

", you tell me something normal." The old man was very angry, and the honest Calais would actually fight back.

Calais looked at the old man's reaction, and a sense of pleasure appeared in his heart, it turned out that the old man felt this way when he choked him.

"I'll send you a list of things through the terminal." Calais points to the end and says directly.

"No problem." The old man didn't want to dwell on it anymore.

"You rest tonight, and tomorrow I will go to the 17th Division to report, I will have a meeting later, let Xiaode take you there." After speaking, the old man walked out of the conference room and called Xiaode in.

Calais arrived at the hotel early, and it was still very early at 3 p.m. international time, and the sun was still hanging overhead.

Long-distance travel is no longer a burden for people like Calais, it can be said to be rest, and there is no jumping fatigue and jet lag, Calais can sleep only two hours a day.

When he was idle, Calais began to work on the original text, and the slightest brilliance circulated in Calais's body, bringing an endless aura.

This Dao Yi was discovered by Calais in the high-gravity pit of the X-36 star species in the 9th galaxy at the edge of the Northern Sky Star Field, and it was this mental method that changed the trajectory of his life and gave him a new life and infinite opportunities. Otherwise, he would have been a dry skeleton, and there would not even be powder left.

Unlike the current mainstream genetic enhancement in the universe, Calais has also become one of the transcendent beings because of this mental method.

The ancients called this realm transcendental.

Extraordinary, as the name suggests, transcends the mortal womb and enters the next realm.

There is no international division of power levels, this is just what Calais saw from ancient books.

What is it, and what is after the transcendent? This can't help but remind people of the thoughts of the ancients.

What if you are extraordinary, beyond mortals? If you can't fly to the heavens and the earth, you can't be invincible in the flesh, what's the difference between you and mortals?

What is it after transcending mortals? Calais didn't know, and he had thought about what a mortal was, and what a transcendent was. Transcendent people cannot change the entire war.

Even if you are extraordinary, you are still a fish struggling in the long river of history, a praying mantis crushed under the wheels of war.

During the four years of war, Calais traveled all over the world, and also saw many strange people, some of them fought for their country, some took advantage of the war to cause chaos, and some lived in seclusion.

However, all people are just a fish in the long river of history, what can they do if they make a splash?

War, millions of mechas, steel torrents rush into your homeland, you, can't stop.

Guanghua is still circulating in Calais's body, and he is no longer bothered about these things, although he can't think about the results, but he still moves forward, step by step, exploring the way of ancient martial arts.