"Mike!" Fazzani sprang over and picked up his subordinate from the feet of the indifferent O'Grady, and Shaw came close to check on Petowski's injuries, and outside the simulation room, the gendarme rushed through the door, like the people in the auditorium in the distance, staring blankly at the three of them, completely unaware of what was happening.

"Mad Mike!" Fazani heard O'Grady say in a strange voice. He stood up, his eyes fixed on the civilian who was smiling at him, and O'Grady looked at him unflappingly.

At this time Nicole . . . Shaw held Petowyski's wound and waved his hand for the stupid gendarme to come, and the two carried the fainting drunkard out.

"You should have kissed your lawyer, he didn't let you rot in jail because of him." Fazani gritted his teeth.

"Thank you." Court, who had been watching the play, laughed, and Fazzani ignored him.

"Tell him, O'Grady, that you have one more person to pay off your blood debt."

"Hey, if I'm not mistaken, you're threatening my client, and I'm right?" Court's thin-skinned mouth snapped, and Fazani just gave him a vicious look.

"Well, I'm just a lawyer, what do I know?" Courtt laughed and laughed at himself. "Let's go, Hepburn dude, go to me, the champagne and roaring meat are already ready, and...... You've got a bunch of checks to sign......" He patted O'Grady on the shoulder, passing through Fazzani's body, and the two of them laughed and walked towards the side door, leaving Fazzani gasping for resentment.

The judges and jurors had already left the venue at this time, the soldiers and their families in the auditorium were also leaving through the rear gate, and several staff members of the Military Discipline Court were still doing the final processing of the case files in their seats.

"I'm sorry, General Fazzani." At this moment Major Schiller came up to him and said. "I've done my best." The prosecutor's face was ugly at this time, and he was also unwilling to let Paton let O'Grady scum go easily.

"It's all right, Major, it's his ......luck this time," Fazani said insincerely. On the bright side, at least he can't harm the Silver Alliance Navy anymore, and no soldier will die because of him again. ”

"I don't believe in luck, General." Schiller said bluntly. "Court's guiding handling is really good, he played me around from start to finish, and if I had more ability and experience, it would never end like this."

"But now you have, don't you?" Fazani reassured him, and he nodded goodbye to the major and watched him and his assistant walk out the side door.

The room began to darken, the figures gradually blurred, and the fan-shaped blue light revealed its true face from the overlapping light and shadow, and one by one, Fazani walked out of the room, and the gendarmes at the door told him that Nicole had taken Major Petowski to the naval hospital in the core area of the airport.

There was also a meeting of the Fleet Staff in the afternoon, and it was necessary for him, as the newly appointed leader, to be there on time.

He walked in the direction of the electromagnetic rail car hub, thinking about the last words of prosecutor Schiller.

If you don't believe in luck and experience is always learned from failure, then what can you do about the dangerous business that will kill you if you fail?

Of course, it takes luck to make them survive, accumulate, and comprehend in battle after battle, and then devote themselves to the next life-and-death gamble.

Thinking of this, Fazzani suddenly became a little worried about Petowiski's injury, and he stopped, found the location of the hospital on the white guide signs that could be seen everywhere, and stepped on the automatic floor to head there.

He walked briskly across the floor where he had already advanced, sighing to himself as he thought of the long-time winner he knew.

There are those who are gifted and have great luck by nature, who have won all the games and lost their souls in the never-ending game of life and death.

……

The month of the horse is coming to an end, the month of the pig is coming, and the breeze of the short summer finally blows the dense deciduous fir leaves, ushering in a burst of autumn. At this time, it was the middle of May of the 40th year of the standard calendar, more than a dozen light seconds away, but Providence was green everywhere, and the fern vines were in full bloom, reluctantly grabbing the tail of spring.

Because of the different orbital radii around the stars, the seasons on the Qilian Star are rarely the same as those of the universal stars, which are known as the 'heart of the Silver Alliance', so although the standard calendar year is generally used to maintain the same pace as the entire Silver Alliance, there is also a October calendar method that is consistent with its own solar terms.

Due to regional differences and different outputs, the two human sister planets have some differences in folklore, culture and even general resident personalities, and have the universal cognition that the Puxing people are more practical and sleek, and the Qilian people are more honest and kind.

As the capital planet of the Silver Alliance, Providence combines internal and external politics, interracial diplomacy, colonial economy, and interstellar military, and is more like a giant machine that reconciles and integrates the conflicts and contradictions of various races.

Compared with Puxing, Qilian is more like a small jasper who stays at home, hiding behind the celebrity sister who attracts attention all year round, and silently makes irreplaceable contributions to the entire Yinmeng world with its amazing agriculture, manufacturing and talent output.

President's Day, Speaker's Day, Kander Joining Day, Skin Glory Day, Colonial Reunion Day, Navy Day, ......

Unlike Puxing's all-encompassing, grand and grand, decent and noisy celebrations and festivals throughout the year, the celebrations of Chirienxing tend to be more regionalized and localized.

On the five continents, Harvest Day, Storm Festival and Arbor Day occupy the local celebrations in terms of crops, climate and traditions, respectively.

But like Pu Xing in the past, Chilian still regards "Landing Day" as the biggest holiday on the planet.

This ancient human tradition has been a precursor to the gradual extinction of Providence in the days since the standard calendar year was changed from the date of the fall to the year of the founding of the Union.

Experts are worried, arguing that it may have been the fear of cybers and the negative publicity that has persisted for years that has led to the demise of Landing Day on Puxing.

They are also surprised by the current situation of the Chilians, because the Chilians, like the Puxings, do not have a favorable opinion of the former cybermen, and also resist the development of artificial intelligence from the perspective of public opinion.

But for this festival, they have a very tolerant mentality, ignoring the fact that it is the cyber who landed on the starship and cultivated humans from the test tube. Most Chilians felt that since it was the first day of humanity's rebirth, it was a day worth remembering forever.