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“…… Although he said he didn't want to act, did he actually put him at the stake? ”

Sitting in the front row of the auditorium, the cloudy-eyed commander-in-chief looked at the signs that formed a circle on the high platform. Because of his age, he couldn't watch too much at the same time. But also because of his age, he was able to taste it completely.

On the high platform there is a round table that means equality.

This spirit of equality, which has been passed down from ancient times, means that there is no distinction between human beings and inferiority. Although it is said that the people sitting on it are the top personnel of the human race, the face project still needs to be done.

In the past, there would usually be a few weighty figures sitting scattered on it. For example, the leader of the Great 6 regions of Siberia, the leaders of the 6 regions in North America, or the commanders of other theaters, the governors and other big figures. However, at this swearing-in meeting, the people sitting on it were all powerful factions. It's all big men with heavy troops.

The 'Blue Water' fleet, one of the most powerful lone wolf fleets, the marker was written on the nearest side of the old man. The words were already a little blurry in the old man's eyes. The two labels around the Blue Water Fleet read the Governor's House of New Zealand and the 'Sirius' fleet.

There are more than a dozen chairs around the round table, which covers an area of more than ten square meters. The countless labels are like some kind of symbolic tombstones, intertwined into a white circle in the eyes of the old man.

And on the other side of the ring, the old man's cloudy eyes presented a brand new, never-before-seen label.

'Utopian' fleet. Pacific Theater of Operations, Guam Governor's Palace.

"Young people nowadays are really reckless......"

Squinting at the sign at the farthest end of the round table, the old man narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Young people can't sit still and want change, understandable, completely understandable. The old man even knew who had brought up these arrangements.

After all, the relationship between the ship's mother and the admiral is very close. The upper and lower lines are in the same line, and it is difficult for a real newcomer to break the inherent aura. If a true dragon wants to appear in this solidified pool, something must break the confinement. The old man understood these thoughts well.

When he was younger, he thought the same thing and wanted to do the same. Sometimes things that are stable only have a chance when they are broken, and young people always like to climb up. Especially like to climb up by any means. They call this decisiveness in killing, and they think that it is a must-have for people who do great things. But is that really the case? The old man didn't think so.

"Decisive killing, that is the means of the enemy. The outer king and the inner saint, this is the way of man. Those kids are still too reckless, it's not good......"

How can I fix them?

Holding the cold mahogany handle. The old man muttered to himself.

Young people who have not lived through the pioneering era of the Pacific theater always seem to have unrealistic illusions about the future. They believe that the silence of the four seas in the last decade seems to mean eternal silence. The scene of the deep sea raging is more like a story for them.

But is there any way to do this, when the war was at its worst, now these young Zhuang factions are not even qualified to be the leading soldiers, how can they know the situation at that time?

It was a desperate situation that even the Admiral had to drive a sailboat and carry an AK to survive by dying.

Until the collapse of the Combined Fleet, the Pacific Theater had always had the highest fatality rate. Now after all these years of settling down. Some young people seem to want to take the opportunity to make trouble? But how can their little abacus knock the old people?

Trying to use the Utopian fleet as a breaking stone is a good idea. But unfortunately, the ghosts of the fantasy fleet are not bricks. The people who tried to get their ideas were almost dead. And the results of the post-explosion subspace off New Zealand are also intriguing. Do you want to use him as a stepping stone to test the bottom line?

I'm sorry. You young men can't take him. No one in this world is qualified to use him as a stepping stone. Even if it's an old man, I don't have that qualification.

Or rather, don't dare at all?

"Some young people have to continue to train for a while."

That's it.

Facing the empty and dead auditorium, the old man closed his eyes slightly and called softly.

"Richelieu, are you still there?"

“…… I'm here, and Richelieu is always by your side. ”

A piercing female voice came from the shadows of the auditorium. A touch of golden silk deflects with the sunlight. In the corner, there is a splash of bright color.

"Now this Tianjing is no longer the Tianjing it used to be."

Squinting in some distant direction, he sighed slightly.

"Some of the little ones want to do something after watching the Pacific theater settle down, huh? But ah, there are some things that I can't say directly. Can you help me do that? Just pass it on. Just tell them to exercise for a few more years. ”

"The kids are a good bunch of kids, but they're still too young and need to get more exercise. Let's press them more or less for a few years, and then talk about ...... experience."

Patting the cold armrest, the old man said with a tired face.

"Do as you will, Admiral."

"Really? That's good...... Slightly, I want to get some sleep, but I'm really getting old......"

I'm all please, Richelieu......

Squinting at the gold swaying in the corner, the old man nodded slowly and closed his eyes slightly. Sitting on the seat of the auditorium, I fell into a light sleep.

Like a ghost, a golden breeze pulled up the curtains around it, plunging the auditorium into a subtle darkness, no longer allowing the glare of sunlight to hurt the old man's thin body. A white palm quietly held the old man's palm, which was full of age spots.

As if holding the world's most precious treasure, the ten fingers were entangled, never wanting to be separated.

"I will carry out your will, dear ......"

The subtle murmur shattered in the old man's chaotic breathing, turned into a breeze, and dissipated into the air of the auditorium. In the huge auditorium, no one heard the small appeal of the golden figure. (To be continued!)

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