Chapter 72 Territory

As Nuhra said, the vehicle continued to drive for a while, and finally turned in front of a hidden gate and entered the base.

Nuhra's car drove to the underground parking lot and stopped in front of the pedestrian entrance. The soldier he'd mentioned was already in position. As soon as the car parked, before Cres could even reach for the door handle, the person standing outside offered to open the door for him.

Kress hurried out of the car and met the young soldier from the Seventh Army face to face. He took a careful look at his rank: a sergeant. Kress straightened his back and saluted him.

The sergeant, presumably aware of some of Curris's situation, remained warmly smiling upon seeing his visitor, a cadet. He quickly returned Curris's greeting and introduced himself, "Hello, I'm Sergeant Miles Lee from the 7th Army's Logistics Department. I'll be your guide today."

Cris also smiled at Miles in a friendly manner and simply introduced his name: "It's an honor to meet you, Sergeant Miles. I'm Crisnar, just call me by my first name." He did not mention the reason why he, an unassigned military cadet, appeared here. Miles also knew the situation and did not ask about it.

"Can we just take a quick tour along the usual route?" Miles asked Curris sincerely. "Or is there anything else you're interested in?"

Not wanting to burden Miles, Curris tentatively asked, "I'm fine with anything...but could you please take me to see your training facility on the way?"

Miles smiled brightly and agreed without hesitation, "Of course. In fact, this was already in our route plan!" With Miles's firm response, Chris relaxed considerably and politely said to Miles, "That's great. Please lead the way."

Miles nodded in agreement and took on the role of tour guide. He walked a step ahead of Chris and fluently introduced the basic situation of the Seventh Army Base to Chris.

Walking out of the underground parking lot and onto the open outdoor area, everything was so orderly—groups of soldiers in training uniforms trotted along the main road of the camp. Not far away, a convoy carrying supplies slowly drove towards the camp, raising a fine dust cloud. A gust of wind whistled overhead, a flight of aircraft passing in a combat formation...

This scene perfectly embodies the strict discipline of the Seventh Army. Miles, standing nearby, was clearly proud to be a member of it. "We officially assembled last week and resumed large-scale training. We're now fully combat-ready."

Chris was so amazed that even his movements became more serious and dignified, gradually blending into the tense atmosphere of the barracks. Miles took Chris to the side of the road for a while, then asked him to move on to the next location. "We're going to the Seventh Army Military History Museum now. You can learn more about our team through the exhibition inside."

Without needing Miles to say anything, Curris was already captivated by the atmosphere. He nodded solemnly and was led by Miles to the Military History Museum. Along the way, no one paid any attention to Curris's presence; everyone was conscientiously working on their own tasks, ensuring that every detail was correct.

Entering the exhibition hall, a number of soldiers were already lined up in an orderly queue, inspecting the exhibits. Despite the large crowd, the atmosphere remained solemn. Miles's smile vanished the moment he entered, replaced by a solemn and resolute expression.

Chris didn't say anything, just followed the crowd, silently walking past the exhibits. Myers beside him would occasionally whisper some additional information to him:

The Seventh Army was one of the earliest troops that followed Emperor Clarence in the uprising. In an operation against the Interstellar Alliance, it won the victory at the heavy cost of 60% casualties among the entire army.

After this battle, Nuhra led some of the pirates to surrender to Clarence. After a mixed and reorganized group, the Seventh Army, with Nuhra as its commander-in-chief, set out again and participated in many large-scale battles, achieving brilliant victories in all of them.

In the post-war peace period, the Seventh Army was mainly responsible for the protection of trade galaxies and imperial trade routes, with rotations every 6-8 months.

After walking and stopping for a while, they finally left the exhibition hall. Both Chris and Miles were silent for a while, until Miles asked, "Chris, are you okay?"

With all sorts of emotions swirling in his mind, Chris took a deep breath and just shook his head gently at Miles: "Thank you, I'm fine."

Miles accompanied Curris to rest outside the exhibition hall for a while before taking him to the Seventh Army's training base. Perhaps sensing Curris was still immersed in the somewhat heavy atmosphere from before, Miles deliberately chatted with Curris: "Curris, which military academy are you from?"

Several of the most famous military academies in the empire are located in the capital star, but the uniforms of the cadets are all the same imperial military uniforms, except that there are no shoulder straps symbolizing military rank or badges symbolizing the team, so it is impossible to tell at a glance which school the students are from.

"I'm a third-year student at Vincent Military Academy." There was nothing to hide about this. Miles's face lit up with joy as he heard Curris's answer. "Well, so I'm your senior after all!"

I don't know if it was Nuhra's intentional arrangement or if Corris and he were really destined to be together, but in any case, the distance between them suddenly became much closer, and the initial restraint and politeness gradually disappeared during the conversation.

From the conversation, Chris learned that Miles was a senior who was five or six years older than him. Like him, he was in the Operations Department and had specifically chosen the Seventh Army for assignment upon graduation.

"It was because I chose General Nuhra's class that I had the idea of ​​joining the Seventh Army." Miles recalled his school days with a look of nostalgia.

Chris was a little surprised and took over the conversation, "Oh, I chose this course too." Miles glanced at Chris and asked with a smile, "What do you think? I remember the Admiral being very strict in class."

When talking about this, Chris's experience in class came back vividly, and he shuddered slightly: "I was a little scared of being called on to answer questions...but otherwise, it was fine."

Miles patted Chris's shoulder familiarly, agreeing deeply: "A little, but you get used to it... He's even stricter with the assistant coaches."

"Ah..." Chris looked at Miles doubtfully, but seeing Miles's genuine expression, he could only smile sadly, "I've already signed up for the assistant coaching position."

Miles was silent for a moment, then said in a heavy tone, "Keep going... As someone who's been through this, I can only wish you success."

Chris keenly grasped some key information from Miles's words and calmly mentioned, "Senior, were you a teaching assistant before?"

Miles scratched his head sheepishly and admitted, "Yes, it was really tough at the time, but thankfully I managed to get through it. Looking back, the Admiral actually taught me a lot." Curris was about to ask about Miles's detailed duties as an assistant coach when he interrupted, "This is the training ground."

Corris suppressed his doubts and looked at the wide field in front of him. In the center stood a small group of people. They could be identified by their shoulder insignias as the backbone of the Seventh Army. Nuhra was surrounded in the middle, listening attentively to the reports of those around him.

Seeing this, Chris proactively suggested: "Let's just walk around and don't disturb the officers at work." As a tour guide, Miles put Chris's needs first. According to Chris's wishes, he did not approach the center of the training ground.

After a quick tour of the less-classified areas of the base, it was almost lunchtime. Miles glanced at his watch and decided to take Chris to the mess hall before the rest of the group dispersed for lunch. He'd have a good seat there and avoid having to squeeze in with the other hungry soldiers.

Miles was not wrong in his prediction. At this moment, people were scattered in the cafeteria. With Miles' enthusiastic recommendation, Chris selected a few dishes that looked very mouth-watering and sat down in a seat in the corner.

The army has strict discipline and loud noises and playfulness are not allowed while eating. Chris and Miles did not speak. After finishing their meal quickly, Miles asked, "Chris, you still have..." Before he finished speaking, a communication reminder sounded on the terminal.

Miles quickly scanned the message and apologetically informed Corris: "Admiral Nuhra is looking for you. I will send you to the flight training ground and return to my post immediately."

"It's okay." Chris waved his hand. He was very grateful to Miles for taking time out of his work to introduce him to the Seventh Army's training base. "Thank you for your hard work today." As for going to the flight training ground, it was Nuhra who ordered it when he got off the car, and Chris was well prepared.

Miles acted with discretion, pretending not to have heard anything he shouldn't have asked. He diligently escorted Chris to the flight training ground and said goodbye to Chris with a heartfelt smile, "Study hard. I hope to see you in the Seventh Army in the future!"

Chris responded to Miles's expectation seriously and firmly: "I will." Miles patted Chris's shoulder with relief, pointed into the airfield, motioned him to go in, and stood there watching Chris go.

There weren't many people at the airfield, as it was technically lunchtime, and most of the remaining people were working on equipment maintenance. As Corris walked deeper into the training ground, he searched for any sign of Nuhra.

As Kris passed by an old-model aircraft used for teaching, the hatch suddenly opened towards him. Standing inside was Nuhra... He had changed into a tight training suit and a pair of goggles on his head. He beckoned to Kris, "Classmate, want to go for a ride?"

Chris was speechless and amused. He looked around and made sure that no one cared about the situation here, then hurried into the cabin.

Only after the hatch was closed did Chris dare to speak: "Brother, how's work? Have you eaten?" He started with a long stream of greetings, which Nuhra appreciated very much. He responded briefly and also showed concern for what Chris had seen and heard this morning.

They stood in the cabin and exchanged a few words in a relaxed manner, and then Nuhra took Chris's hand and walked to the driving area.

"Come on," Nuhra pushed Corris to sit in the main driver's seat, "You sit in the main seat, and I'll assist you in the passenger seat."

Chris originally thought that Nuhra was in charge of the flight, and he was watching from the side... He didn't expect that Nuhra was planning to let him fly the plane directly at the training base!

"Wait!" Kris was horrified, anxiously trying to get Nuhra to change her mind. "Do you really want me to drive? That's dangerous! What if something goes wrong?!"

Nuhra was not shaken at all by the unknown dangers that might arise, or rather, he had considered all the consequences the moment he proposed the plan in the study... What's more, Nuhra had confidence in Corris.

Corris was about to say something, but Nuhra's kiss cut off all his anxious words... Nuhra's tongue licked Corris's lips and then pulled back. Corris hesitated and had forgotten what he wanted to say: "Why, why did you kiss me all of a sudden..."

Nuhra was amused by Chris's shy reaction to the crash. He did not give Chris a chance to hesitate, sat in the co-pilot seat, and carried out the pre-takeoff adjustments.

Corris quickly stood in front of the keyboard, trying to block Nuhra with his body: "Brother, you haven't answered my question yet. What if something goes wrong?"

Nuhra's golden eyes sparkled brightly in the sunlight, and she said comfortably, "That sounds good. We have a chance to die together—but it's more likely that we will return safely."

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