Unconsciously, Lu Fenghan moved completely into Qi Yan's room.

He had been stationed on the front line for ten years, and he could not count the number of belongings he had. A few sets of clothes, some toiletries, an old metal pen that he was used to using - it was only a little better than being penniless at home.

The two people's rooms were adjacent to each other, in a separate area, and usually no one interacted with each other. So the fact that the two people lived together was once when Vincent came to the lounge to find Lu Fenghan to review documents. He knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered. Just as he was about to make a call, he saw the metal door next door slide open and Lu Fenghan walked out.

The time was six o'clock in the morning.

Vincent was thinking carefully whether he had knocked on the wrong door, and finally confirmed that he had not knocked on the wrong door, and the commander had indeed come out of Qi Yan's room!

This was discovered.

Then it spread throughout the expeditionary force at the speed of light.

The fact that Lu Fenghan successfully fell in love and continued to develop positively shocked all the ships of the expeditionary force. At the same time, many people urged him to write a love guidance manual to try to reduce the single rate within the expeditionary force by a few percentage points.

Lu Fenghan was very humble: "There is nothing else to teach you. The main thing is that you have a good-looking face, and this cannot be taught."

Upon hearing this, Mei Jielin rolled her eyes: "If the commander's rank is half a level lower than mine, I will definitely call him into the gravity training room and beat him up, especially in the face!"

Wei Yin ruthlessly exposed: "But the fact is, you were called into the gravity training room by the commander this morning and beaten up. In the end, you lay on the ground and said, 'I really don't want to beat you anymore.'"

Mei Jielin touched her nose guiltily: "It's just that the commander's martial arts value exceeds the standard!" She glanced at Wei Yin, "If you can do it, you can do it?"

Wei Yin immediately pretended that he had sudden deafness.

Mei Jie Lin whispered again: "But, men with excess energy and nowhere to vent are really scary."

Wei Yin's hearing was cured immediately, and he came over: "What? What energy?"

Mei Jie Lin was about to speak, but saw someone approaching from the corner of his eye, and immediately sat up straight, pretending that he didn't say anything.

Pulling out the chair with one hand, Lu Fenghan sat down, his tight long legs spread apart, and the standard of sitting posture could be ranked last in the audience. He tapped his fingers on the table: "Meeting."

Mei Jielin spoke first: "Didn't I find a wormhole by good luck the last time I patrolled the star field for defense? Later, I threw an instrument there. Now the data recorded continuously is out. The field inside is very stable."

"Ask the technical department to cooperate and determine the location of the other side exit of this wormhole. Submit a report when the time comes." Lu Fenghan added, "Personnel safety comes first."

The universe is too vast. Humans are not even floating dust in it. The channels connected by countless natural or artificial wormholes form a huge leap network, which makes it possible for humans to travel among the stars.

Going back to the end of the Earth Age, the reason why humans were able to go deep into space and start the "Great Voyage" plan was because wormholes folded long-distance space - just like if you want to walk from one point on a piece of paper to another, in addition to walking in a straight line, you can also fold the paper in half to bring the two points on the paper closer - this greatly shortens the time required for interstellar travel and provides a basis for exploration.

Therefore, every discovery of a stable natural wormhole means unlimited possibilities for today's alliance.

But at the same time, even if the star calendar turns to today, the danger of wormholes is still self-evident.

Metierin answered loudly, "Yes!"

Vincent was also at the meeting. "The headline of the Leto Daily a few days ago about the Alliance's capture of the rebel Holy Star received very good feedback and everyone was very excited. General Nie's adjutant contacted me and said that more news from the front line could be published in it in the near future."

Several people present smelled a different flavor from this sentence: "Preparing to build up strength?"

Only Wei Yin was confused: "Build up what strength?"

Metierin asked him: "What strength do you mean? If you don't want to hold back, why publish news from the front line? Are you so free?"

"What's the big deal?" Wein thought for a few seconds and suddenly held his breath, "Is General Nie going to take back Leto?"

Metzelin said helplessly: "What else? Count them, how many of these battles are still worth fighting?"

So far, the twelve corps of the rebels on the front line of the Southern Cross Region have been mostly eliminated, leaving only the third and sixth corps to defend the Temple of God. Correspondingly, in the Central Administrative Region, except for Leto, most of the occupied planets have also been recovered.

Vincent told Wein: "In addition to Leto, the rebels also have Woz and Prism in the Central Administrative Region. However, General Nie has already assembled his troops, and there should be good news soon."

Wein suddenly reacted: "Then... are we going to attack the Divine Court as well?"

Floating in space, the passage of time and the alternation of day and night become unclear, and even the people around, the environment, and the scenery outside the porthole will not change significantly. Most people's senses become dull.

In addition, the frequent wars make people's nerves trapped in the repetition of tension and relaxation, making it difficult to distract. At this moment, they suddenly realized that they were only one step away from the rebels' Divine Court.

Long Xiyun reminded: "No one knows the exact location and coordinates of the Divine Court, so we can't attack it for now."

There was a rumor that the Divine Court was located on a huge starship, floating in the depths of the universe, and it was difficult to track its exact location. However, the White Tower has proved through model building tests that with today's technology, it is impossible for such a heavyweight starship to exist.

The Alliance has also tried every possible means to explore and obtained the coordinates of the so-called Divine Court several times, but after checking on the spot, they were all fake.

Therefore, some people still doubt whether the so-called "Divine Court" does not exist at all, and the wise man may be hiding in a corner of the Alliance.

Lu Fenghan habitually glanced at what Qi Yan was doing, then withdrew his gaze and spoke: "The current situation is not favorable to the rebels. A wise man may choose to hide. It will only take a dozen years for a new generation to grow up and become a weapon in his hands. By then, he can still continue to confront the Alliance."

Mei Jielin waved her hand in disdain: "Forget it, I'm tired of fighting . I want to fall in love! Be quick, isn't it better to finish it all at once? "

Vincent spread his hands: "The Military Intelligence Department has been working overtime for a long time. It is said that they are busy and exhausted, but I don't know if there will be any results."

At this time, Qi Yan, who was curled up in the sofa, suddenly said: "General, there is new news from the White Tower."

As soon as he said this, everyone sitting around the conference table focused their eyes on him.

Being on the front line, although the White Tower can often be seen, new inventions and new equipment will be delivered every once in a while. But looking deeper, the White Tower is full of mysteries, such as the specific location and personnel composition of the White Tower, which are all mysteries.

Qi Yan pointed the virtual screen projected in the air to everyone: "We may have new weapons."

After seeing the image on the virtual screen for a long time, Mei Jie Lin couldn't help but swear: "Fuck--"

The war in the Central Administrative Region went smoothly, the front line was stable, everything was in order, and everyone was doing their job. For a while, Lu Fenghan, as the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary army, was idle and had time to stay in bed with Qi Yan.

Speaking of which, Lu Fenghan never had the memory of staying in bed.

When he was a child, he was from a military family and his work and rest were cultivated to be very regular. When to go to bed and when to get up were all set for 360 days a year.

Later, in the First Military Academy, he had endless energy every day. He would fall asleep as soon as he hit the bed and run to the training ground as soon as he woke up. He wanted to try everything and practice everything.

As for the front line, the hard single bed really did not have the conditions to make people linger. Sometimes he was too busy and slept directly on the chair or floor in the command room. Anyway, it was not much different from the bed.

Until he slept in the same bed with Qi Yan.

The bed was still the same bed, not getting softer at all, but the laziness in his bones was suddenly stimulated. Every time it was time to get up, Lu Fenghan wanted to hold the person and lie down for a while, not wanting to let go at all.

Pojun had adjusted the indoor light to natural light, making people subconsciously feel that they could welcome the morning sun by opening the curtains.

Lu Fenghan held Qiyan in his arms, rubbed his chin against the head of the person in his arms, opened his eyes, and saw Qiyan's frosty shoulders with marks on them that were particularly attractive. The collar of his black silk nightgown was loose, revealing the clavicle faintly.

Qiyan was still a little confused, with his eyes closed. His hair was dark against his skin, and his thin lips were red from being kissed, with a bright color, like a cold and decadent oil painting.

Lu Fenghan took a look and dared not look again. He suppressed his heat, dimmed the lights in the room, and prepared to take a cold shower as usual, and then go to the gravity training room to do a few sets of high-intensity exercises.

After getting out of bed, Lu Fenghan's taut muscles on the upper body were exposed without any cover.

Except for those with extremely strong innate genes, the skin color of space soldiers is a kind of white that is rarely seen in the sun, but this whiteness does not weaken his sense of strength. In addition, years of continuous training have made him look like a classical marble sculpture from the Earth era, full of primitive beauty and rhythm.

Just as he was about to go to the bathroom to take a cold shower, there was a rustling behind him, and two seconds later, the hand hanging by his side was caught.

Very lightly, only two fingers were loosely clenched.

Qi Yan's voice was still hoarse from just waking up, and he was sleepy, as if he was simply wondering: "You want me, why do you hold back?" At

this moment, Lu Fenghan's muscles tensed up uncontrollably, and a nerve called reason in his brain seemed like a stretched bowstring.

There was a brief silence in the room.

After a few breaths, Qi Yan seemed to have just realized what he had said. His earlobe felt hot: "I--"

He knew the answer to this question.

He lowered his voice and lowered his eyes: "I haven't taken medicine for a long time, so it doesn't hurt so easily."

His nerves seemed to be washed by Qi Yan with a pool of strong liquor, and the self-control that Lu Fenghan was proud of was about to collapse.

The sound of fabric rubbing against each other sounded, and Qi Yan crawled to the bed on his knees, as if he had no bones, and pressed against Lu Fenghan's back from behind, resting his head on his shoulder, and called "General" again.

Qi Yan's voice was cold and the ending was short. It sounded cold, but it was like a bowl of hot oil that suddenly flipped into the fire.

Lu Fenghan held Qi Yan's fingers with his backhand, rubbing them into his palm inch by inch, and ordered in a hoarse voice: "Pojun, tell Vincent and Eric that I'm taking a day off today."

Pojun replied: "Yes."

Lu Fenghan: "After notifying them, you don't have to come back."

In the dim light, something fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and it bounced several times before it stopped. The surface of the bed sheet was wrinkled, deep and shallow, and complex.

His fingers touched the clavicle, and the marks under his fingers were slightly darker. Lu Fenghan said in a hoarse voice: "Does it hurt here?" Qi

Yan's delicate neck was slightly tense, and he couldn't speak. Only a few fragmented syllables could be captured by the auditory nerves, and their specific meanings could not be analyzed.

In memory, he rarely cried. At this moment, he suddenly noticed the wetness and sobbing at the corners of his eyes.

Tens of thousands of nerve endings were submerged by the tide, and soon, the wind and waves swept in, and after the shock, they swirled into light waves.

He seemed to be thrown high up, rushing towards the stars, and then being pulled back to Lu Fenghan's side by the huge gravity, not leaving for a moment.

This is his anchor in this world.

Holding Qi Yan's hand tightly with extreme possessiveness, pressing it under his palm, Lu Fenghan sucked away the tears from the corners of Qi Yan's eyes from behind.