"How long are we going to stay here?"

Holding his face, the little boy with a sad brow, his whole body nested on the wide leather sofa like a rag doll, and his legs stretched out did not even exceed the edge of the sofa.

Russell held a copy in his hand, sat on the recliner, looked at it intently, and replied casually, "I don't know." ”

"If you stay any longer, my program will crash!" The little boy fell into the soft cushions of the sofa, and complained: "There is no ** life, I can't see the future of the sun, I am suffocating in the widest space, rotting under the starlight, when my beating pulse becomes slow, when our *** blood begins to cool down, I will eventually, in this shameful life, lose the ability of **!" ”

"Recently," Russell flipped the page and said lightly, "You've read too many romantic drama novels." To correct it, it's the loss of the ability to love, not **. ”

"It's all the same for me." The little kid jumped off the couch and ran to Russell's recliner, tiptoeing and clinging to the armrest: "Say, what is the fat man doing now?" ”

"I don't know." Russell smiled wryly and closed. He knows that if the kid doesn't make people quiet, he can babble in front of you for days. Compared to this guy who can not sleep and wander around the battleship alone in the middle of the night, human nerves are too fragile.

"I guess," the little kid smacked his lips and yearned for it, "He likes to do this when he's peeking at people taking a shower." ”

"Under that guy's honest appearance, there is a restless and ** heart." The little kid jumped on the chair opposite Russell and came to the final conclusion: "He won't sit here like you, for him, it's a waste of life to look at anything that has nothing to do with a woman's **!" To watch, he only watches A-movies and **** novels! ”

"Looks like you know him well." Russell couldn't help but laugh.

"He calls this shamelessness reckless." The little kid pursed his lips and said, "Although I don't really agree with his whitewashing, but." I have to admit that with him, life is a little more exciting. Do whatever you want. If he had been in Le Ray, he would have killed Brody and Hansford. And you still want to hide in this Bermuda galaxy and live a hard life? It's a pity that I worked so hard to integrate resources and improve productivity, and now, it's all someone else's. ”

Russell was silent. He lowered his hand. Stand up and walk to the porthole. Look out the window at the fleet hidden in this meteorite belt. Not far away is a new Liberty-class battleship bathed in a halo of stars. Long. Finally let out a long sigh.

He knows. The little kid has been haunted by the coup d'état of Leray.

After the fat man left. The little kid is Leray's most precious treasure. It has always been carefully held by the high command. Equally. It also sees Leray as a fat man and asks him to guard his territory. But. Because the High Command doesn't know anything about artificial intelligence. It works. In the beginning. It's still limited to the economic field. So much so that after the coup d'état. There's absolutely no way to stop it.

Then. No one in the High Command understood that they had made a mistake. After all. In the use of artificial intelligence. Extreme caution is required. They are afraid of this society built on electronic technology. Because of an artificial intelligence. And it turned into missiles flying around. The armies attacked each other. Communication is lost. Skynet is out of control hell.

This suspicion. Jean Leray. It took a terrible price. If it's a little kid who is transplanted into the military combat network. with its capabilities. Hansford and the rebel troops. At the time of the coup d'état. It is absolutely impossible to do it without a trace. And Hamilton and Mikhailovich. Nor will they be imprisoned. Garrison the Leyley fleet at the jump point in the central galaxy. Nor will they be wiped out because they can't be resupplied. From this point of view. Commanding all the people. They are all sinners.

Thanks. At the beginning of the High Command. This force was left for Le Ray. Also thankfully. This force was in the beginning. It was secretly placed in the Falls Nebula in the northwest of the Bermuda galaxy by the Commandery.

For Leray's impending defeat. All of them are mentally prepared. This country has really reached the point of exhaustion. Even without Brody's coup, it won't last long. In order to preserve the last seeds, in order to prevent Le Ray from being sacrificed in the gap between the Filipino League and the Western Covenant, Le Ray mobilized the strength of the whole country to build this army.

This mixed air-land army, named "Zangfeng", consisted of three mixed fleets and eight armored divisions.

All three fleets are equipped with the latest warships. Among them, two aircraft carriers, twenty-six battleships, seventy-two cruisers and more than two hundred destroyers were included. Plus frigates, heavy assault ships, torpedo ships, electronic attack ships, reconnaissance ships, logistics supply ships, transport ships, a total of more than nine hundred ships. The crew is also the elite that Leray can draw.

Although, in terms of numbers, these battleships are not comparable to the number of an old-fashioned fleet in Lelei's previous area, but the combat effectiveness is definitely ten times that of those old-fashioned fleets at the beginning of the Great Patriotic War! This is Leray's last space force since the fall of Brown and Schneider's fleet.

Among the eight armored divisions, in addition to the 1st, 3rd, 9th, and 16th armored divisions of the Leray Aviation Marine Corps, and the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd armored divisions of the army, there is also the 5th armored division of the aviation marine corps, which has been erased.

The original unit where this fat man was located is now composed of two special tiger regiments that were transferred, the special reconnaissance regiment of the former 16th Division, and a mecha regiment of the Freedom Front dispatched by Gacharin. Except for one of the Tiger Special Regiments, the other three regiments have all followed the fat man to fight in the north and south. Both their symbolism and their combat effectiveness are in absolute leadership among these armored divisions. All the mechs of the eight armored divisions have been redressed as three generations of hunters. This is made according to the god-given technology brought back by the fat man and the mecha technology developed by Lelei himself, and the combat effectiveness is higher than that of the god-given, almost the level of the eleventh generation of mecha.

These are Leray's last hopes.

Russell closed his eyes and gently rubbed the corners of his eyes.

From the night of the coup d'état to the present, everything seems to be like a chaotic dream.

That ****, he escaped by luck, and immediately boarded a heavy assault ship, and came here through a small jump point in the Free Galaxy. In the past few days, he racked his brains, taking advantage of Brody's inability to control the entire regime for a while, and rescued many Leray generals, politicians, and scientists. Thereinto. Including the families of the little kids and the fat guys.

By this point, he was exhausted, but there was still one most important task that could not be completed. That is to lead this force through the Salga Longbow system to Mars! He was overwhelmed by the weight of the expectations of Hamilton, Mikhailovich, and other imprisoned or fallen generals of the High Command. In any case, he also has to put this army and independent command in the hands of the fat man!

This is the hope of Le Ray, and it is also the hope of Gachalin!

Hamid, the adjutant of the "General", burst into the door: "There is news! ”

Russell jerked back. Hamid had followed him for many years, and it was the first time that he had lost his temper in such a hurry.

Once a day, the reconnaissance ship is released to collect information from the interstellar information relay and the civilian ship channel close to the space jump point, and the Tibetan front force has been holding out for a long time. There is only one purpose, that is, to know the current situation of the fat man. Find a way to get in touch with him!

However, what I looked forward to again and again was disappointment. For the officers and men of this unit, there is nothing more torturous than this long wait to hide in this lonely airspace every day, looking at the starry sky outside the porthole that has never changed, and looking at the ceiling of the narrow living cabin!

Finally. Waiting for today, there are results!

"He's still in Mars!" Hamid was so excited that his face turned red and he exclaimed, "God, he has beaten the whole Mars!" ”

The exterior wall of Canterlot No. 1 Airport has been enclosed by a two-meter-thick high-strength concrete bulletproof wall, forming a huge pear shape. Every hundred meters. There is also a fire tower, which is the place where the large-caliber energy cannon and energy shield are ready to be installed. Several buildings inside the airport have been converted into command and control centers. The equipment of the General Staff, the Intelligence Department, the Logistics Department, and other departments and the local area sky net of the base have also been erected.

Near the wall, rows of barracks have begun to take shape, the sappers of the Longxing Society. I'm piloting an engineering mech. Carry out the final roofing works.

Cheng Zhixuan stood quietly by the window, looking at the huge and empty base. Suddenly, I was dizzy. The suffocating chest seemed to be about to explode, and the whole body was trembling involuntarily.

He never dreamed that that damn fat man would empty the entire town of Puluo!

All the supplies, all the genres, along with their wits, disappeared without a trace, and what was even more infuriating was that the fat man had just posted the announcement outside those empty houses or on the electronic bulletin board of the empty street, and the three words on the signature and the black scar were smeared, which was extremely ridiculous.

Cheng Zhixuan clearly remembered that he was sitting in the flying car and heard the discussions of the residents under the roadside billboards in Central City and Puluo Town.

"As I said earlier, the Feiyang Republic is also a no-brainer, when the Supreme Council of Mankind suppressed our free world, the Feiyang Di Councilor was the most impersonal. Now they are running to pick the fruit, when Mars was eroded like that, why didn't they have a figure! ”

"It's, something."

"It's called dog fighting! Fisichella is also a generation of famous generals, and when he saw that person named Cheng Zhixuan, he must have been picked up by this white-eyed wolf. This guy, who used to be a member of the Longxing Society, has long had the idea of playing the genre, and seeing that the bandits are powerful, his eyes are red now, and he issued such a notice, when no one can see the doorway here! ”

"Everyone is gone, this guy is still flattering, is he sick?"

"I heard that the illness is not light."

"Then I wish him no better, early death and early reincarnation."

That's a nice sound. If you don't have Colonel Tian, it's General Tian now. If it hadn't been for him, we'd have finished playing in Puluo Town! ”

"It's not uncommon for Colonel Tian to play with him, if you want to kill him, it's really a matter of every second!"

"This guy is probably choking on his anger right now. racked my brains to come up with such a few things, and they all became a fart. ”

These voices kept surrounding Cheng Zhixuan's ears, making him crazy.

The fat man's hand played with the ground, which made his and Fisichella's plan completely fail. It's a humiliation. One looks almost perfectly planned in itself. was lightly and cleverly drawn from the bottom of the kettle, and it was broken, and the announcement sent out became a joke in the mouths of those bragging and farting civilians, this feeling. It's like being slapped in the face of the public!

The roar of the engineering mecha outside the window made Cheng Zhixuan extremely irritable. He slammed the window shut, closed the curtains, and hid himself in the darkness of his office.

As a professional soldier, Cheng Zhixuan's road is quite smooth in the eyes of others, but Cheng Zhixuan himself knows that he has come this way. How many ups and downs I have experienced!

He was not very talented, and in the past, in the academy, in order to get a good grade, he spent all his time studying. When other talented students have girlfriends, or play games, or sing and dance. He was the only one who was desperately pulling his hair in the dormitory again and again because he couldn't understand the theory, wandering around the room like a trapped beast. Others can read through and memorize sentences at a glance, and he has to read them several times!

Finally, he graduated with an upper-average grade, and after entering the army, Cheng Zhixuan was really relieved, he thought that he had worked hard. There has been a harvest, and there is no need to be the same anymore.

But I didn't expect that in the first three years of the army, he almost spent his head hanging in the spittle of the commander!

Perform assignments and make plans. Statistics, training with troops, and actual combat drills are all satisfactory. After transferring a few places, the superiors all went from peaceful, to tolerated, to impatient, and finally to scolding. At that time, he was almost about his future. All desperate.

Thanks. It was a time of peace, and thankfully. In the army, practice makes perfect.

After nearly fifteen years, Cheng Zhixuan finally graduated from the military academy as a lieutenant and was promoted to a major. At that time, many of the students at the same time as him were already colonels, and there were even a few amazing talents who accumulated military merits and broke through the most difficult hurdle in their military careers from colonel to major general! Cheng Zhixuan, who was born with a poor family background and a little inferiority, did not dare to be jealous of others, he could only bury his jealousy in his heart, watering it with memories again and again, and letting it take root. He doesn't understand why he sweats so much more than others, but he gets less than others, and he doesn't understand why he can only save a little money and live a life with his fingers on his fingers to become a major, but others can spend all the time to rise to the top!

After several more years, Cheng Zhixuan finally waited for an opportunity, relying on the impression that he could endure hardships in the eyes of the commander, and gradually rose to the rank of colonel.

However, his talent has always been a limitation. The rapid development of military technology will always make him feel struggling for a while.

Eventually, he was transferred to Mars and became chief of staff of the Longxing Society, a paramilitary organization that had no name at the Chakna Military Department.

A wasteland in the eyes of others has become a paradise in the eyes of Cheng Zhixuan.

Here, he is the chief of the General Staff, no one spits on him anymore, the sky is high and the earth is far away, and he no longer has to tremble. He even felt that this was his greatest opportunity, and once he achieved results in this position, he might be able to rise to the top.

He dreamed of becoming a general

Therefore, he showed the greatest patience and sincerity to cooperate with Su Kezhou. For the sake of the Longxing Society, he applied to the Chackner Military Department for equipment personnel countless times, studied the situation of Mars day and night, and tried to win over those folk schools with deep mecha fighting skills.

However, when the fat man came, Cheng Zhixuan found that everything he had done was in vain.

I just saw the side of Mars's situation, still watching, still calculating, that fat man, just like a thunderbolt, disturbed the entire Mars. I was still having a headache because the folk mecha school refused to be attached, and that fat man subverted the genre federation and established the genre mutual aid alliance.

Everything that happened next made Cheng Zhixuan even more jealous.

By the time the outcasts walked into the town of Protown one by one, to his surprise, he had already raised the level of Chackner's interests from not having contact with the Lerays and watching the tiger fight in the strategic meeting. The other officers of the Longxing Society, including Su Kezhou, thought that this was to preserve their strength and wait for an opportunity. But Cheng Zhixuan himself knew that his greatest wish was to eat all the mecha schools in one bite when the bandit army in Puluo Town couldn't hold on. Take advantage of the opponent's lose-lose situation. Sweep Mars!

This is the merit needed to support him to climb up!

It's all a fantasy.

After waiting for a long time, the fat man used the sweet cake of the first airport to tempt Longxinghui.

At that time, Cheng Zhixuan was actually very aggrieved.

Everything the bandit army did in Central City was taking advantage of the terrain of the Longxing Society, and they didn't even need to say hello, they didn't need to reach a tacit understanding with the Longxing Society, and they didn't care if they agreed or not! They only need to take advantage of the Northern Alliance's wariness of the Longxing Society, and it is enough. And when they master the first airport, they are an excuse to wait for their chances. I can't say it anymore.

Then, there's the kind of bandit mecha that can fly. It was those forty-nine famous folk wives.

Cheng Zhixuan suppressed the jealousy in his heart, and finally took out the headquarters of the Northern Alliance in the fat man, blossomed in all directions, and took over warehouses and factories one by one. When the army units and the space fleet were in full swing.

He's been here for so many years, and he's not getting as much as this fat man!

In his eyes, the fat man has become a representative of the objects of his envy for many years.

He couldn't wait, or couldn't help himself, to take it all. His whole mind has been occupied by this jealousy!

Then, reckless and rash, he was scolded by the fat man!

This feud is settled!

Cheng Zhixuan wandered back and forth in the dimly lit office. He didn't want to just fail. Even if the bandit army can't be by themselves. Possessed by Chuckner, he didn't want to stay in the hands of that damn fat man.

Now that he has been transferred to the Southeastern Coalition Army as Chief of Staff of the Operations Department, and since he is no longer able to get the bandit army for Chakner, then use this unit as a gift to Carolina, the incoming commander-in-chief of the Mars Front, and hug Fisichella's thigh. It's the best way to get promoted!

Fisichella's plan has failed for most of the time because of the fat man's hand, but in Mars, there are still dozens of small schools, and in his own hands, there are also lore streams and Tai streams! In any case, let's start with a fighting tournament. Take this message. Spread the word about the Free Passage of Mars!

There is the temptation of Mars autonomy and Filipino League membership, and there is a military rank. The promise of military rank, wealth, no matter where the people of the Mutual Aid League are, they will always hear the news, they will always be tempted! At the worst of all, he can also collect these small schools and mecha halls of Mars, fill this empty military camp, and not be so ugly in front of Carolina and Fisichella!

"Tuk Tuk!"

There was a knock on the door, and Cheng Zhixuan couldn't wait to say, "Come in!" ”

Cooper and Kilborn, the Sect Master of the Lore Stream, led two or three core members of their respective schools into the office.

"Sit down." Cheng Zhixuan waved his hand, walked around to the desk and sat down: "Have you read all the announcements and instructions sent to you?" ”

"Looked." Cooper and Kilburn nodded their heads.

Since the end of the Mars War, Cooper and Kilburn have joined the Longxing Order.

Cooper had no other choice because he had a grudge against the fat man. As for Killborn, because there are only more than 100 fighters left in the lore stream, he hopes to choose a backer with a relatively strong background.

This time, they received an order and were transferred from the Longxing Society to the Mars Front of the Filipino League, which was preparing to be formed.

When they got the order, Cooper and Kilburn were a little happy. Genre wars, which have consumed most of their strength, must seize all opportunities if they want to rise again. Now, here's that opportunity.

Killborne, in particular, knew that whether it was a business, a community organization, or the military, those who joined in the early stages of the grass would always reap a lot of benefits. This paper order not only allowed him to rely on the stronger Feyan Republic, but also made him the elder of the Mars Front!

And even more importantly, the announcement!

They are all people who have become elites, how could he not see what Fisichella and Cheng Zhixuan meant.

The headquarters of the Southeast Alliance of the Filipino Alliance and the bandit army that brought together the vast majority of the schools did not agree, which gave them a chance for the two major schools!

As long as they rely on Fisicella, they don't have to come out themselves, they can watch the mutual aid alliance of the genre be divided, and the lore stream will once again go ahead of other genres. When other genres suffer for legality and illegality, that's when the lore stream takes the opportunity to grow stronger. Moreover. I also got a chance to get on Fisichella and get involved in the Mars Autonomous Regime!

These are all Kilburn's thoughts. In his mind, to Cooper. It's the same.

He didn't know that although Cooper agreed that this was an opportunity, Cooper's mind was completely different from his.

"I won't say more nonsense." Cheng Zhixuan's fingers, under the desk, flicked nervously: "General Fisichella is very dissatisfied with what the bandits have done, and this time, the command is ready to re-establish a new order in Mars through a fighting competition." Who is the master here. But they don't have the final say! ”

Cheng Zhixuan took out two signed documents from the drawer, handed them to Cooper and Kilborn, and continued: "These are the first two legal organization review documents issued by the command, with this, you can continue to run your own school while serving the Mars Front!" ”

Wait until Cooper and Kilburn have seen the documents. Cheng Zhixuan said in a deep voice: "You have gone ahead of other genres, and the future of your reputation, status, wealth, genre, and personal life depends on whether you can operate this fighting competition well!" I'll be in charge of organizing the tournament, and you, you guys, need to make sure that the champions of the tournament don't fall into the hands of anyone else! ”

Saying that, Cheng Zhixuan looked at Kilburn and said, "Especially Mr. Kilborn, you are the first-ranked first-class mecha god of war in Mars Freeport!" That's not a hard thing for you, is it? To know. This fighting tournament is specially prepared for your two major schools, otherwise, if you specify the list of autonomous powers of the schools, I'm afraid, some people will not be willing to see your name. ”

Cheng Zhixuan's words. It's not true, and the meaning of provocation is also quite obvious. He and Fisichella's original plan was to buy the genre mutual aid alliance and set up a fighting tournament, firstly, to put on a posture of following the Mars tradition and give the major schools a temptation. The second is to divide the tacit understanding between schools, provoke competition, and facilitate control.

However, this time. Apparently no one will accuse him.

Kilburn didn't speak. He only raised the document in his hand and smiled conceitedly.

Cooper laughed too. A scorching light flashed in his eyes: "I really hope that General Fisichella can also come to watch the battle!" In that case, I'll also ask the Tailiu fighters to behave well. ”

"Although General Fisichella can't come," Cheng Zhixuan, who got a satisfactory answer, leaned back in his chair and said in a relaxed mood: "However, Major General Carolina will come to the scene to watch the battle." At the end of the Fighting Tournament, it was the official formation of the Mars Front! ”

Mars Sixth Spaceport, a Crab-type frigate belonging to the flagship of Longxing Huiqing, is slowly moving around the harbor dock with six strip-shaped thrusters on its wide and flat sides, like crab legs, ready to connect with the towing robotic arm.

A sturdy crew member put his face on the porthole, looked at the endless stream of warships and transports marked with bandit logos on the dock, and muttered: "These bandits have made a fortune this time." Hundreds of ships have been pulled for this material, and it has not yet been delivered. "Finished?" The orderly next to the short man shook the ash in the ashtray in the smoking area, tilted his head sideways and sneered, "How old is Mars?" Not to mention those merchant groups and adventure groups who left their things and fled, just talking about the Northern Alliance, then Selwall bought the right of neutrality in the first place, so many refugees poured into Mars, just this one, they made a big deal. After enduring for so many years, how many materials do those mercenaries and merchant groups under the command of the Northern Alliance have? Besides, there are also arms sent by the Suss Empire! ”

"We're really!" The short man also took out a cigarette and lit it, his eyes hadn't left the porthole: "If I had sent troops earlier, these things would have to occupy three or four floors, and it hurts to think about it, what a fortune this planet has accumulated over the years!" ”

"It's good to save your life!" The orderly said: "People are buying it with their lives!" ”

After extinguishing the smoke, the orderly continued: "As long as the planet Mars is here, I am afraid that I will not be able to recover?" Look at it," he walked over to the short man and turned his eyes to the other porthole, "Look over there the transports and merchant ships." They are all coming from the space stations of various star fields, and Mars is short of supplies, so they don't take advantage of this time to make a lot of money? ”

"Yes," the short man said, "At the beginning, I thought this battle would be won." There wasn't much left of the Mars. Drink, who knows when I last landed there, there were people everywhere, and I don't know where they were hiding in the first place. The ruins of the streets have also been cleared, and those who have money and methods are building modular housing. The space city also resumed operation, and the people who ran out lived again. If you want to talk about fate, it is still the hardness of human beings. No matter how you fight, there will always be slips through the net, and the days will pass after the fight. ”

"That's right. I heard that many people survive by eating big-eared rats. The orderly sighed and said quietly: "I just don't know how long this day can last." If you start fighting again, you can be considered experienced. There will always be fewer dead people. ”

There was silence for a while, and the two of them looked out the window in a daze.

The walrus-class armed merchant ship, under the impetus of the traction arm, slowly withdrew from the U-shaped dock, and with a soft sound, the ship and the circular suction cup in front of the traction arm were disconnected.

The ship slammed lightly across the void and turned, as the engine grew louder and louder. While adjusting the bow angle, he slid towards the port exit.

Outside the window, a Crab-type Longxinghui frigate that had just been connected to the towing arm was quickly thrown behind.

The fat man withdrew his gaze, picked up the coffee on the table, and turned his head to look at Helen on the other side of the cockpit. At the time when he decided to go back to Base One. Helen also packed her luggage, didn't say a word, and followed as a matter of course, which made the fat man very puzzled, I'm going to talk to the beautiful woman in the nurse's uniform, what are you going to do?

In the soft light of the cabin, Helen held her chin and looked out the window, not knowing what she was thinking.

She is typically a Corora. Like most Cororans now. There are genes for both whites and yellows. Her facial features are not the beauty of the sculpture of the white race. Nor is it the beauty of ceramics of the yellow race, but somewhere in between. The facial features are clear but not abrupt, and there is a feeling of jade carving.

Large, slightly sunken eyes, blonde hair, and a single lip were the most seductive features of her—a subtlely rounded arc at the left and right corners of her upper lip, which made her look as if she was smiling mischievously forever.

Helen wasn't tall, but her proportions were more proportional than those of tall girls. Whether it is a tall crisp chest or a slender waist, the round buttocks are neither big nor small, giving people just the right feeling. The ratio of the upper body to the legs is also the golden ratio. It's always amazing. No matter what part of her body she looks, the man will always tell himself that this is exactly what he wants.

Reminiscing about Helen's appearance in the bath, the fat man ** legs, secretly swallowed saliva. He wanted it too, but he was more afraid of death.

An Lei, Milan and Bonnie, being able to accept each other, already made him overjoyed. The goal of his future life is to have one king and three queens, not to let Milan chase after him with a shell gun. For the sake of life and sexual happiness, no matter how much he can't hold it back, no matter how tempting he is, he only dares to watch from the side.

The question is, how long will it take! The fat man's heart is extremely grieving.

In the message sent by Bernadotte, Anlei went to Chacna, Milan also went to Chacna as a second group of researchers, and Bonnie, who should now be in Gacharin, leading an ace armored division formed by Gachalin's new government. Soon after, she would leave Gachalin, but her destination seemed to be Chakner as well.

Chuckner is where dreams take off!

The fat man clenched his fists, sat upright, waved his hand lightly, refused the service crew's move to fill coffee, and when the crew turned around, his eyes couldn't wait to swing to Helen's chest.

"Huh? What are you staring at me for? Just your big eyes? ”

"Don't come here, I'll tell you, the gentleman doesn't move his mouth, I just moved my eyes, it's a big deal for you to see it back!"

"What are you doing?"

The arm touched the ground with a soft lump, making the fat man feel like he had been struck by lightning.

Helen grabbed the fat man, pressed her crimson face to his arm, and let out a long sigh.

She doesn't want to let herself struggle anymore, in this troubled world, by the side of this hated man, she just wants to let herself fall bravely.

Armed merchant ships, soon arrived at the edge of the Mars Free Galaxy, and when they approached the jump point of the common galaxy, the Second Fleet of bandits led by Barbarossa had been waiting for a long time.

They are here to escort them.

Armed merchant ships, slowly passing through the battleships lined up in two rows, outside the window, the battleship signal lights were lit up one after another.

It was the knightly salute of the space warrior, a tribute to the soldier to the hero, the followers to the knight.

"I'm going to marry you." Helen murmured softly, "When you pounced on me and blocked that rocket, I knew I was in love with you." That's not gratitude, it's just because I like you. ”

"But do you like me?" Looking at the signal light outside the window, Helen gently kissed the fat man's face: "My hero." ”

"I was wrong!" The fat man said dumbfoundedly. Let's continue to vote for the monthly ticket! Is it good to rush to the top ten?