Fazani and Xiao went to the simulation center located in the core area of the airport, which is not only the information transmission center of the airport, but also the simulation center of all kinds of real things.

Here, military personnel and military contractors who are far away from home can rent a simulation room with high-definition capture and playback, attend family gatherings, accompany their children, take care of relatives and friends, and communicate, as long as they have a set of corresponding holographic equipment on the opposite side, the simulation center can do everything that cannot be touched, but can be seen.

"Some of them call it a 'physiological relaxation' center, can you believe it? If that's true. Looking at Shaw's beautiful figure, Fazani had a slight thought in his heart, and he couldn't help but blurt out the bad and unbearable words. I just heard...... Nothing more...... are all preaching ......" he said more and more chaotically.

"That's true, of course." Shaw nodded. "Being away from home for a long time reminds people of this, especially men."

"Oh~" Fazani felt a burst of heat. "Where's that damn mock military tribunal?" He began to mumble curses.

At the next corner of the labyrinthine simulation center, they finally found the designated simulation room, and at the door, there was a military police officer from the security department.

"Please show me, General, Madam......" he judged by rank.

"Yes, Miss." Fazzani handed him the badge for scanning and registration.

The two pushed the door in, and the room was furnished in the standard military discipline court, with a judge's table, a witness seat, a litigation seat, a defense seat, and a jury seat.

That's Mike. Petowski, a few months after the bitter battle of the destroyers, joined the Tenth Fleet under the soft and hard work of Fazzani, and also came to the Chimoriiza spaceport with the officers and men of the fleet, but the pain was not over, and his spirit was still weak.

He pulled out the silver flask he had carried with him, opened the lid and was about to take a sip when he was stopped by the gendarme who had followed Fazani in.

"Major, I just said that you can't drink alcohol in the Military Discipline Court."

"This ...... This is not a military ...... Military Discipline Tribunal. Petowski's words were clearly drunk, he had become accustomed to drinking these days, but no one in the destroyer group dared to take care of it after all, and after Fazzani was promoted to chief of staff of the fleet, he was busy with affairs, and he could not watch this love-hate subordinate by his side all day.

"After the holographic simulation is turned on, drinking will be caught by the judge, and when the time comes, not only you, Major, but also I will be unlucky." The gendarmes explained that they were policemen in the army, and that the lawless soldiers would be afraid to see them, and that they were able to be so patient now for the sake of the rank of Major Petrovisky.

"Then don't shoot me in, I'm just ...... It's an auditor. Petowski resisted.

"It's a mock-up of the Military Discipline Court, Major, the whole room will be scanned......" The gendarme looked at Petowski in disbelief, wondering whether to expel the man out.

"Mike, give me the flask!" Fazzani furrowed his brow and stretched out his hand, watching Petowyski reluctantly put it in his hand, he handed the silver flask to the gendarme, nodded at him, and the gendarme saluted him, and then led the door back and went out.

"I'll cheer you up, is that your reply to me?" Fazani sat beside Petowski with his head shaken, staring at his nonchalant face and letting out a long sigh.

"How's it going to be in the brigade?" He asked the old subordinate, Fazzani blamed himself a little, the work he had just taken over was a little strange to him, and many areas that he had never touched before were still being explored, so he did not take the time to care about this decadent subordinate.

"Not bad." Petowski spread his hands. "They plan to apply for Mary to be a vice-captain, and I said that there is no ready-made one, and as soon as I get to the end, there will be an extra position."

"! They're going to ask you to be the captain! Fazani scolded, saying the truth. Captain of the Fighter Brigade Leo. Edpass had recently reported to the fleet command several times in succession, asking to switch places with the newcomer Petowski, who would be his deputy and Petowski the main one. After being vetoed by the fleet commander Armstrong with the word "nonsense", he came up with the idea of changing the name of the squadron "Spring in the Wheat Field" to "Wings of Death", and the report immediately rushed to the command headquarters, and the reason was written: "I didn't pay attention to the name when I took the name to report, and the team name was too earthy and not murderous enough." ”

Fazzani, who was amusing to think of this, couldn't help but feel worried that Petowski could run into such an unlucky captain. Admittedly, Adepp humbly intended to accept it excessively, and with Mike. Petowski's bear temperament, without the true ability to open the mountain crack, obviously can't stop him. And he's been indulging in those nightmares for so long, so can the 'crazy Mike' he can rely on come back? He didn't just sigh in his heart.

"That staff officer didn't follow you?" Petowski's eyes searched weakly in the room.

"Fotian?" Fazani put his hands on his shoulders and frowned, "He went with the ship for training, and he won't be able to come today." "The War Staff is currently the only old subordinate of Fazzani who can really stay around.

"Training with the ship? With the same boat, life and death together, his work is enviably tight. Petowski said suddenly.

"If you wish, I can turn you in the direction of the war officer......" Fazani clearly misunderstood Petowski, for the young major immediately burst out laughing.

"Me? A staff officer? Haha, that's a great joke......" He laughed like tears were coming out. "No, no, my general, the destroyer is my fate, and no matter what nightmares and encounters she has given me, I will always be the same, from beginning to end. She's a slut, uh~ at least for now, but my tears and blood will still flow over her body. ”

"Born in the sea of stars, there is no regret in death?" Fazzani asked with a straight face.

Petowski listened to it. "Or you know me best." He suddenly loosened his tense body, rolled his half-drunk eyes, and climbed up Fazzani's shoulders with a smirk.