A scarred Lelei space fighter staggered close to the Milox One spaceport.

Seeing the fighter, the airport towing ship quickly ejected the tractor, attached to the wing that had been pierced by two large holes, and towed it to the fighter apron at the airport.

When the fighter plane stopped, the ground staff and medical staff who were already waiting next to it "ran over quickly.

People helped a pilot who was close to coma from the fighter plane, "and after basic treatment on a stretcher, he was rushed to the hospital in a base car."

planted the blame for the base car and sped away.

On the noisy tarmac, it was empty and quiet again.

A medicdic sat on the ground tired, watching in distraction as the ground crew dragged the battered fighter to the repair workshop.

The cracks, bullet marks and charred tail thrusters in the fuselage are shocking. He couldn't imagine how this fighter plane flew back!

Beside him, more than a dozen pilots stood arm in arm, silently waiting. "A few more," an old colonel muttered as he looked up at the empty starry sky. They were waiting for the fighters to return from the front line of the Newton Space Hop Point.

Originally, these fighters were carrier-based aircraft of the Battleship Space Carrier, but in the fierce battle that had just occurred, the old Battleship Space Carrier, because of the slow speed and aging of the hull, was surrounded by a cluster of high-speed destroyers outflanked by the Binarte Empire, and after half an hour of fierce fighting, the officers and men of the whole ship died heroically.

And the 800 space fighters who lost their mothership extended the battle for a whole hour. They frantically flew in clusters of enemy ships with the most dangerous maneuvers, fought. After running out of ammunition, many fighters crashed directly into the bridge of the enemy ship at high speed. Their battle gave the Le Lei fleet a respite.

When the glazed thunder fleet temporarily forced the main formation of the Binalt battleships and rushed to support, only a few of the 800 fighters remained.

At this moment, the battle for the jump point continues, and the Chakna fleet and the Tatanian fleet stationed on the planet Mirok II have rushed to support. And these exhausted pilots, who had lost their space carriers, could only rely on the steering thrusters of the fighters and slowly fly back to Milok on their own. Their energy is so small that they don't even dare to turn on the main thrusters.

Everyone was waiting, counting, so far, only twenty-six fighters have returned to Miroke. Not far behind him is the base building.

On the walls of the building's spacious hall of the pilots' pre-war preparation room, photographs of the fallen pilots were plastered. It was a handsome and handsome young man. They wore beautiful pilot uniforms and white military caps, or stood in front of their fighter planes, or hugged their girlfriends, wives, parents, or their children. Without exception, they were all laughing.

Some of them half-squinted their eyes in the sun, some of them gestured mischievously behind their companions, some of them stinking in a chic pose, some of them bared their white teeth in happiness and contentment、... for a long time, but no warplanes reappeared, and the starry sky outside the harbor was silent.

The pilots, standing arm in arm, bowed their heads sadly. Ground staff and paramedics, whatever they did, carefully slowed their pace, for fear of disturbing the pilots who were waiting for their comrades to return.

They knew that after today, more than 700 more photographs would be added to the walls that the pilots had prepared to suffocate before the war. At the thought of these beings disappearing into the vast universe like this, they couldn't help but feel sad. Lelei Federation, it's too hard, it's too tired.

The people who are now fighting at the jump point of the Newton galaxy, except for a few new warships that have not even had time to put bed in the rest pod, are all scarred old antiques.

Many battleships, from the outbreak of the Great Patriotic War five years ago, have been in service to the present. I don't know how many fierce battles have been fought, how many parts have been replaced, and how many blood stains have been cleaned after a few repairs. The recruits stepped onto the battleship and, under the guidance of the veterans, piloted her into the stars to fight the enemy.

Then, they also became veterans, piloting more and more backward and even weaker warships, leading a group of younger recruits, and continuing to fight. This is the Great Patriotic War of Le Ray. Tragic, tragic, but unyielding!

Gently putting down the papers in his hand, Flavio slowly stood up and walked out of the office without saying a word. Several military generals, Defense Department officials and staff of the president's office followed him closely.

Walking through the empty and silent corridor, the footsteps of everyone seemed unusually clear. The afternoon sun shines through the windows, reflecting golden marks on the ground that are divided by window frames. The tall automatic door to the conference room opened, and Flavio paused.

The gray-haired old man stood at the door of the conference room, his sunken eyes, like deep blue water, calmly watching the people in the conference room. The senior military and government officials, who were sitting in the precarious position, all stood up and looked back at their president. Flavio, a straightforward and aggressive veteran familiar to every Leray, is no longer tall. He lost a lot of weight and aged a lot.

The suit that originally fitted him was wearing it, and it was gradually getting a little bigger. There are more and more wrinkles on the face, the skin looks a little saggy, and the corners of the mouth and eyes begin to fall.

In the short period of one year since he returned to Lelei, this old man has exhausted all his energy for Lelei. "Just received the battle report" Flavio slowly walked into the conference room, walked to the podium, and said calmly: I, Lelei's fleet, with the help of friendly forces, once again repelled the attack of Sheldon's fleet. However, due to the continuous operation of the fleet, logistics supply and ship maintenance could not keep up, and this battle suffered great losses. ”

"The space carrier Fendeo fell, and all the 102,000 officers and men on board, except for 26 pilots who survived, all died heroically. In this battle, the 8th Mixed Fleet of Leray lost six battleships, twenty-one cruisers, and thirty-three destroyers. They were the battleship Gemini, the battleship Tiger symbol, the battleship Atlantis, the cruiser Novoroman ...""

Flavio's voice echoed through the empty conference room. The names of the warships rang in the ears of the silent people who sat silently like statues, and then gradually disappeared. It seems to blend into the sunlight that comes in through the window, the floating dust. After reading the battle report, Flavio slowly closed the folder.

"I have to tell everyone..."" Flavio bowed his head heavily: "In three months, the Leray Federation, the Phobjing will no longer be able to piece together any mixed fleet. All we have left now are two old space carriers and four A-class fleets. Even with the help of Allied fleets such as Chacna, we won't be able to hold out for a week. His gaze slowly looked around and looked into the eyes of a happy person. Gentlemen, get ready for tougher ground battles. "Fatty." An Lei gently wrapped her arms around the fat man's waist from behind and leaned her face on his back. "What's wrong?" The fat man tilted his head halfway, grabbed An Lei's hand, and shook it ten.

The woman's soft body, like a boneless, exudes a natural faint fragrance, sticking to the body, but people can't give birth to the slightest thought, only feel warm and comfortable. "Mom asked me to scold you," Anne murmured, "you shouldn't have taken any risks for him, and you made her anxious, saying that you had been raped." As she spoke, An Lei snorted and laughed out loud.

Thinking that An's mother was anxious and worried, no matter how thick-skinned the fat man was, he couldn't help but blush.

An Lei twisted lightly on the fat man's waist, and said angrily: "You said that you, why do you keep doing such a headless thing, my mother saw you crying on TV, and chased after me and asked, no matter how to explain it, she was not at ease, saying that the boy did not suffer in this regard, so she was worried that the woman was sick." The fat man drooped his eyes, and his heart was stupid.

In An's mother's heart, no matter how capable she is, she is also the little fat man who cries loudly when she encounters mice.

Others don't believe that Barbara can rape herself, but An's mother is convinced. In the eyes of the old lady who protects the short, as long as she doesn't stare for a while, the little fat man will be bullied. "What if," said the fat man, "what if she's really sick?" ”

"Dead fatty, you one." Torrey raised her head and slapped the fat man's back with her fist, buried her red face in the fat man's back, and muttered, "If you dare, it has nothing to do with me anyway, let Margaret worry about going!" "An Lei's voice is very good.

is crisp and crisp and pleasant, with a little delicate children's voice, even Helen, who hosts the show, envies An Lei's natural voice. When chatting in the small building of the embassy in Chaknalore, she once said that she could make Nanren go to the trouble for her with just her voice, and if she was in...", it would make people crazy.

Coupled with her naturally gentle and supple temperament, and her smooth and white skin that makes people jealous, in ancient times, she was definitely a demon at the level of calamity. Obsessed with three emperors and five emperors, disaster to the country and the people, it all depends on mood. What's even more infuriating is that she is still so beautiful and has such a good figure.

Sometimes, girls talk about women's intimate topics together, and they also compare their figures. She snuggled up on the couch in her pajamas, just smiling and listening without speaking.

But the bust that appeared when she changed clothes, the waist curled, and the round and plump beautiful buttocks, every time Ni was pregnant with a girl, she felt deflated when she saw her, and she was so jealous that she wanted to bite her twice. Everyone doesn't understand, how can such a girl be like a fat childhood sweetheart!

At the First Military Academy in Chacna, I don't know how many male cadets who regarded her as the goddess of their dreams were heartbroken because they saw her kiss goodbye to the fat man at the school gate.

Listening to An Lei's shy voice and feeling the girl's face buried in her back, the fat man said narrowly: "It has nothing to do with you?" What do you mean? "It doesn't matter!" An Lei exclaimed, a pair of eyes crooked with a smile on her pretty crimson face. Two people, standing quietly in front of the window, feeling this rare warm moment.

Outside the window, the bandit fleet waiting at the Al-Aqsa jump point was getting closer and closer. Beside him, five Phantom fleets, completely organized according to the Double-headed Eagle Force, were like proud eagles, sending greeting light signals to their new companions who were equally powerful. "Mom and I, we both want to Leray." An Lei stared at the starry sky and said softly. The fat man didn't speak, his eyes flickering slightly in the light of the bright stars in the sky. There are still five days to go from the Federation of Leray.

And ahead, Russell's fleet, is ready. Also set off and ready to join was the Twelfth and Thirteenth Chackner fleets sent by Li Cunxin. More and more companions along the way. Leray, waiting for us! One more chapter was added. I'm still trying!