After drinking this glass of wine, Mu Qianhe turned the wine glass outward with both hands in accordance with the etiquette of the Far East, showed the bottom of her cup to the iron slag, and then said in a tired voice: "The head of the regiment ~ Qianhe will do it first as a respect, please take it in moderation~"

Iron Slag tilted his head and glanced at the female mecha pilot, then snorted coldly and raised his head to drink it down.

"The head of the group has a good amount of alcohol~" Mu Qianhe said as he pasted it, his plump breasts rubbing against his shoulders intentionally or unintentionally.

"The head of the group~Ke'er also wants to drink~" Qin Ke'er held the wine glass and said playfully. Iron Slag didn't say a word, and touched the cup with her, and took a sip. As the saying goes, "Heroism is rare, and it is most difficult to be graced by beauty." In the face of the toasts of the two female warblers and Yanyan in turn, the iron slag was drunk cup after cup, and the more they drank, the more intoxicated they became. At this time, the insect genes in his body began to be agitated, they craved blood, they craved venting, they craved females......

Driven by instinct, his behavior gradually lost control, and he began to take the initiative to hug the two girls, and subconsciously touched and pinched them. At this time, the atmosphere of the celebration banquet reached a climax. The team members got together in twos and threes, some hooked shoulders and backs, or exchanged heads and ears, or made loud noises, some hugged each other, or hugged their heads and cried, or quietly wept, remembering the lost teammates in the war......

Time passed in a strong atmosphere. At this moment, no one noticed the gaffe of the regiment commander. So much so that before the celebration banquet ended, the iron slag was already drunk and leaned on Mu Qianhe in a daze. He seldom gets drunk like this, and tonight he has no moderation because the two girls did it on purpose, and on the other hand, because he himself wants to drink. After all, as the head of the regiment, whether he wants to drink it or not is just a matter of his words, do Mu Qianhe and Qin Ke'er still dare to force him to drink?

The appearance of Muyu lily of the valley brought a huge impact to his spirit. The bright future she weaved completely made him fall into confusion. Seeing the figure of Yiren leaving, he began to suffer from gains and losses, and hesitated. From noon onwards, his mood became more and more unstable. His mind was in turmoil, he hesitated, he hesitated, he didn't know where to go. That initial decision had been shaken, and he began to hesitate and hesitate.

"This is the happiness I want......" It wasn't until this moment that he finally understood that this kind of life was what he wanted.

He originally thought that his lifelong pursuit should be to light the flame and restore its glory. Along the way from Iron Mountain Town to the end of the world, and then from the end of the world to the academy, he only felt that his faith was getting stronger and stronger, and the goal he was pursuing in this life was becoming clearer and clearer. However, just a few hours ago, Mu Yu Lily of the Valley had destroyed his seemingly solid barrier with just a few faint words.

He had thought that the future he had built for himself was all that he had, and that he would walk the vast land and do his part to light the glorious flame. But now it seems that this pursuit is so distant, so pale, so ethereal, and even meaningless. He couldn't help but ask himself, would it work?

Before that, he had delusions because he had not faced real temptation, he had not met someone who could really give him a future.

Once the mind is released, it becomes wild and difficult to navigate. He couldn't help but imagine that if Lena Eucoris was standing in front of him at this moment, she said to him softly, "Baby, let's go back to Iron Mountain Town~"

How would he respond to such a request? Perhaps, he will say yes right away. In this world, who is not attached to the warm quilt, and who is not attached to the homeland. If conditions permit, who is willing to walk in the bloody wind and rain, and who is willing to live a precarious life of licking blood with a knife.

At least, he didn't want to......

He couldn't help but fantasize about it, assuming that he and Mu Yu Lily of the Valley and Mu Yuqin returned to Silver City 13, and then went to the Endless Sand Sea to find Lena. A super strong man plus a future saint rank, plus a good strength, young and lovely little lover. Then he will live a happy and contented life. Moreover, he can also continue the bloodline of Norseth, as long as he can pass on the obsession, he has fulfilled his obligation as a tinder. At the same time, this is what Kozan expects from him.

However, if he chooses another path paved with thorns, it means that he is destined to be alone for the rest of his life. Lena is not an insectizer, and Mu Yu Lily of the Valley and Mu Yuqinxin are not insectizers, they don't need to bear this heavy fate like him. Even if they were willing, he would not pull them into the chariot of glory. Because all this has nothing to do with them......

He looked up at the stars, into the distance, and he wanted to ask them, "What shall I choose?" But no one could answer him, for they were gone......

The Iron Old Man taught him iron and blood, but never taught him how to choose, and Kozan taught him the traditions of the temple, but never taught him how to choose.

Thoughts filled his mind, making him entangled. In the confusion, he was so drunk that he just wanted to get drunk.

Seeing that the regiment commander was drunk, Wang Hu sighed secretly, called the porcupine and matches, and asked them to send Mu Qianhe, Qin Ke'er and the unconscious regiment commander back to the camp first. Moments later, the porcupine drove the four back to the Night Lighthouse in a jeep. When passing by the rest center, Mu Qianhe and Qin Keer asked to get off the bus. But as soon as the porcupine stopped the car, he saw the iron slag that was a little confused swaying and getting out of the car first. Mu Qianhe and Qin Ke'er immediately chased after him, supporting him left and right.

At this moment, the iron slag is three points sober and seven points drunk, and he looks stupid and happy, which is similar to the sequelae of his previous doping use. As soon as the two girls got wet, he naturally hugged the small waists on both sides and wrapped them around.

"You guys go back first, and the head of the regiment will be taken care of by us." Makichizuru said to the porcupine in the driver's seat.

The porcupine turned his head and was about to say no, but just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a match in the passenger seat glaring at him. He immediately came to his senses, patted his head vigorously, and said, "That's ...... The head of the regiment asked the captain of the pastor to take care of it. In his eyes, Mu Qianhe is a reliable person, even if the head of the regiment is a little confused at the moment, there is no need to worry about his safety. After experiencing the battle in the dark jungle, they lived and died side by side, and Mu Qianhe was willing to be humiliated in order to protect the interests of the team, which has fully proved her loyalty to the team. What's more, the half-drunk regiment commander seems to be reluctant to leave the two daughters, and as a subordinate, he can't spoil the good things of his boss.

After the porcupine and the match left, Mu Qianhe took it upon himself to open a guest room on the second floor of the rest center and helped the iron slag up......

Soon after, the two who returned to Xue Millie's bar informed Wang Hu, the deputy head of the group, of the situation. The latter's eyes widened suddenly, and he reprimanded the two for not leaving the regimental commander alone. After getting along for a while, he knew that the head of the regiment was reluctant to get too close to the two girls and get into trouble, so he had been avoiding suspicion. But at this time, he has no choice, so he can't send someone to knock on the door......

When the time comes, everyone inside and outside is not a person, whether it is facing the head of the regiment or facing the two women, they can't tell right from wrong. Besides, if something really happens, it's not the head of the regiment who suffers......

That night, Iron Slag had a long, long dream. He dreamed that he was back in Iron Mountain, and in that spacious office, the sheriff was holding him tenderly, whispering in his ear and pouring out his soft bowels. They would grind on the couch, play in the bath, and ......

In a comfortable dream, he felt the peace and relaxation that he had not felt for a long time. Ever since the death of the Iron Old Man, he has been on the alert, like a gerbil in the wasteland, always pricking up his ears and turning his eyes, alertly avoiding those unknown and sudden dangers. Even in the low mountain's home, within the tall, thick walls, he still couldn't let down all his guards. His spear and sword are always within reach. Only by Lena's side can he feel a moment of peace of mind and relaxation. I don't know when it began, in his subconscious, the appearance of Lena meant real safety, which meant that the danger had left him.

Just when the iron slag was dreaming, in the academy tens of thousands of kilometers away, in a large mansion on the shore of Lengji Lake, Bi Qinglan connected to a video communication.

A young man with blond hair and blue eyes, handsome in a military suit, appeared in the wide glass curtain wall. After connecting the video, he bowed to the outside of the screen and greeted: "Dear Miss Biqinglan, on this charming night, what can I do for you?" ”

"Good evening, Major Mayfield." Bi Qinglan looked dignified and said without a smile, "At present, we have made new progress in the case of the disappearance of two expeditionary force knights. ”

"Thank you~" said the handsome young man with a toothy smile.

"We have found two broken Holy Light Armors near the battlefield, suspected to be the possession of two missing Templars. After testing, we found that each of the two Holy Light Power Armors had a fatal penetrating gunshot wound, which was preliminarily concluded to be caused by the psionic warrior rifle. Bi Qinglan paused and continued, "All the clues point to the leader of the Wolf Clan, Sachio, because he is the only person in this battle who has a psionic warrior rifle. ”

Major Mayfield put his hands on his chest, bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Is there enough evidence?" ”

"Nope." Bi Qinglan replied dryly, and then added, "Later, I will send someone to send the two power armors over and leave them to you to deal with yourself." ”

"Okay." Mayfield nodded and said, "Beautiful Miss Biqinglan, thank you for your help, if you need anything, please feel free to contact me, the door of the expeditionary force is always open for you." ”

"Hmm." Bi Qinglan replied faintly.

"Miss Biqinglan, my door will always be open for you." Mayfield smiled slightly and said in a flirtatious tone.

As soon as the words fell, Bi Qinglan's face changed suddenly, and she looked into the eyes of the young major, and said word by word, "Major Mayfield, I am the Spirit Snake Holy Maiden of the Ancient Temple, please pay attention to your words. After speaking, she slapped the "snap" and slapped the hang-up button of the video communication hard.

After a long period of silence, Bi Qinglan looked at the pitch-black glass curtain wall and sighed deeply. The people of the Dawn Expeditionary Force are really getting more and more excessive, and just a small major dares to be disrespectful to the holy woman who represents the spirit snake of the ancient temple. She remembered what her father said, if you are weak, you will be bullied, and if it weren't for the existence of the glorious lineage, the situation of the ancient line would be even worse. However, she believed that it was precisely because the ancient temple secretly supported the glorious relics that led to the hostility of the temple.

However, she can never deny that the root of all this is weakness......