While Luo Shui was struggling with the complexities of first love, the Seventh Legion's garrison planet, the closest to the space pirate ship Luo Shui was on, had received reports that the protection center had taken healers out without authorization, resulting in the abduction of precious high-level healers by space pirates.
General Mingyuan of the Seventh Army Corps was currently lying in medical equipment receiving routine treatment and maintenance.
His upper body was naked, and his strong body was covered with scars of all sizes, all left from his battles against the Zerg and other alien races hostile to humans.
His body was immersed in a therapeutic liquid in the device; this pale yellow liquid was believed to repair bodily damage and stabilize raging internal energy.
His head was also connected to some glowing wires, the other end of which was connected to the instrument panel, displaying his current mental state and physical condition.
The result displayed on the panel was always "dangerous," fluctuating only between "high risk" and "mild risk," and never descending into the danger zone.
Although he was receiving treatment, he was conscious and even used his consciousness to control his communication terminal to handle some legion affairs and matters concerning personnel arrangements after his death.
He knew he didn't have long to live.
It wasn't just because of the violent energy; his body was also severely overdrawn. A general who needed to lie in the medical pod for half the day shouldn't be managing a legion no matter what.
So he planned to arrange all these things before he died. Even though he was now suffering from a splitting headache and the violent energy in his body was causing him excruciating pain, he still insisted on using the medical pod and painkillers to control his condition and take the opportunity to handle military affairs.
Just then, a message appeared on his communication terminal.
Clearly, his subordinates had a heated debate about whether or not to pass this message on to him, but in the end they decided to pass it on to him truthfully, because the message showed that the original file had been sent an hour earlier.
He quickly scanned the entire document, then suddenly felt a lump in his throat, almost spitting out blood. The machine also immediately flashed a warning red light.
He paused for a moment, stopping his subordinates from injecting him with sedatives. He took a few deep breaths to suppress the sudden surge of energy within him and sat up directly from the machine.
The liquid began to evaporate rapidly after he left the instrument, and soon he was clean. He picked up the clothes that were placed aside and put them on. Finally, he ordered his adjutant: "Prepare the warship immediately and send a vanguard squad. We must rescue the Healer as soon as possible."
In the interstellar era, healers held a very high status. Although they did not have any military rank, their priority in the army was second only to generals. In principle, as a general, Mingyuan should not address healers as "sir," but he knew that healers were the hope for the long-term survival of the human alliance. Therefore, he always paid great attention to matters related to healers, and addressing healers as "sir" was also a way of expressing respect.
Upon hearing the order, the adjutant was somewhat surprised by the general's current mental state, but years of training allowed him to quickly regain his composure. He saluted and turned to prepare.
The warships were quickly started up, and the vanguard squad was ready to go. The atmosphere in the entire legion became tense and solemn because of this emergency operation.
Mingyuan stood in the warship's command room, looking at the bustling scene outside through the huge viewing window, a resolute glint in his eyes.
He knew this might be the last time he would contribute to the legion, but he had no regrets.
He was willing to pay the price of his life to save the healers.
The warship slowly emerged from the planet's atmosphere and sped off toward the pirate ship.
Mingyuan sat in the conductor's chair, gripping the baton tightly in his hand, intently watching every change on the screen.
His heart was filled with worry for the Healer and anger towards the space pirates. These two emotions intertwined, making him even more determined to rescue the Healer.
He knew the battle would be exceptionally difficult, but he believed that as long as they were united, nothing could stop them from moving forward.
As the warships gradually approached the coordinates of the space pirate ships, Mingyuan ordered them to enter combat readiness.
He knew that the space pirates would never easily give up the precious healer they had acquired, and this battle was destined to be a fierce one.
But for the future of the Human Alliance, and for the innocent lives that depend on the power of the healers, he was willing to take all the risks.
Inside the warship, alarms blared incessantly as the soldiers quickly donned their armor, checked their weapons and equipment, and prepared for battle.
Mingyuan stood in front of the command platform, his gaze sweeping firmly across the faces of every soldier. His words were powerful and resounding: "Remember our mission: save the healers and protect our future!"
The soldiers responded in unison, their morale soaring.
The warship streaked across the starry sky, heading straight for the space pirate ship.
Upon approaching the target, the warship launched its first attack, and the pirate ship retaliated without flinching.
The sounds of explosions and tremors echoed throughout the warship, but no one flinched.
Mingyuan calmly commanded the battle, making swift and precise decisions, repeatedly dodging fatal attacks while searching for opportunities to break through, resulting in a stalemate.
At the same time, the space pirates, who had detected the approach of the Mingyuan spaceship early on and were preparing for battle, were fighting back fiercely.
However, due to their inferior strength and the highly trained fleet on Mingyuan's side, they were gradually suppressed by the firepower of the Seventh Army Corps.
Even in the safest central area of the spaceship, Ye Nianzhen could not avoid the shaking of the floor and walls caused by the artillery fire, which made her feel quite uncomfortable.
This discomfort did not affect Luo Shui, who was a tyrant. When he received news of the Seventh Legion's attack, he planned to go to meet the enemy immediately. However, considering that the enemy's goal was most likely to rescue Ye Nianzhen, he ultimately decided to stay by Ye Nianzhen's side to observe the situation.
The situation was getting out of control, so he could only pat Ye Nianzhen's shoulder reassuringly: "You're safe here. I'll go and take down those useless Alliance soldiers in no time, then I'll come find you."
Ye Nianzhen didn't let him leave immediately, but grabbed his hand: "Wait, tell me which legion attacked!"
Luo Shui hesitated for a moment, but quickly realized that Ye Nianzhen was not the weak healer he remembered, but a comrade who had fought alongside him several times. So he shared the information with Ye Nianzhen and explained, "I heard that the general of the Seventh Legion is a remarkable figure. Strangely, I heard that he was bedridden due to the backlash of violent energy. How come he is the one leading troops to rescue people this time?"
Ye Nianzhen quickly glanced at the information Luo Shui had sent to her wrist terminal, then looked up at the still clueless Luo Shui with a hint of exasperation: "The general of the Seventh Legion, what's his name?"
Luo Shui was a little confused. Hadn't he given Ye Nianzhen supplies? Why was she still asking?
But his mouth moved faster than his brain, and he blurted out the answer: "Mingyuan, what's wrong?"
A few seconds later, even he realized what was happening and exclaimed, "Ah! It's Mingyuan!"
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