Qi Yan rarely said such words. He preferred to keep all the sweetness and bitterness in his heart and digest the taste alone.

Perhaps because he had been in a chaotic memory for a long time, he needed absolute rationality to distinguish between fiction and reality. His emotions have always been very stable, with few dramatic ups and downs. Sometimes he would appear cold and unkind, but Lu Fenghan could always sense the warmth contained under the transparent ice layer.

The tightly closed clam shell opened a thin crack in these few seconds, allowing Lu Fenghan to be captured by the strong emotions flowing out of it.

The low white noise around him never stopped, and the distant stars flashing outside the porthole seemed to be eternal.

Qi Yan looked like snow on a bamboo branch, but once he was touched by the wine, he immediately became a clingy, chatty and coquettish person.

When Lu Fenghan wanted to put him back on the bed and pour him a glass of water, Qi Yan grabbed the corner of his clothes and refused to let go, pulling him back. He raised his head and suddenly his eyes turned red.

Lu Fenghan's eyebrows tightened, and he said in a slow voice: "What's wrong with Yanyan?"

Qi Yan stared at Lu Fenghan for a long time, as if to confirm: "... You are back."

Neither the tone nor the eyes showed sadness, but Lu Fenghan's heart was still stabbed.

He sighed softly, pinched Qi Yan's cheek, and said in a hoarse voice: "What a little confused."

Qi Yan's memory was obviously confused, and he was in the period when he just came back from Chenxi Star. That's

why he said "You are back".

Some wounds caused by sharp knives and axes cannot be repaired in a short time. Just like when Qi Yan wakes up in the middle of the night, she will frantically touch his heartbeat and pulse, and only when she is sure of his presence will she relax and lean over to continue sleeping.

Occasionally, when she suffers from insomnia, she will quietly put her hand on his heart after he "falls asleep" and stay still.

It's like experiencing a nightmare, and still having palpitations after waking up.

Without insisting, Lu Fenghan held Qi Yan, who was already beginning to feel sleepy, and laid him on the bed. He covered his eyes with his palms and soothed him: "Be good, go to sleep, I'm back."

When he woke up, there was a faint smell of fruit wine in his mouth. Qi Yan slowly opened his eyes. In the dim room, only the virtual screen was on. Lu Fenghan was processing documents. The sallow

blue light reflected on his face, adding a few shadows, and the bone lines of his face became more and more hard and deep.

For some reason, Qi Yan reached out and touched Lu Fenghan's nose, and then went down and touched his lips.

The next second, his messy fingers were caught.

Lu Fenghan put his other hand down and rubbed Qiyan's hair: "Does it hurt?"

"No," Qiyan said lazily, "Is it the report sent back by the exploration team?"

"Well, after a comprehensive analysis of the detection data, it has been determined that the vortex is not connected to other star fields."

In other words, based on the existing evidence, it can be determined that the garbage and finger bones found in the vortex are all from nearby.

There have been people active in that star field.

Even this suspicious arrow can be pointed at the rebels.

Without being impatient, Lu Fenghan contacted Lorenz from the technical department and ordered additional personnel to be sent to the exploration team to measure the size of the vortex and record how much time it takes to bypass the vortex to the other side.

Lorenz agreed and asked, "Is there anything else you want to remind me?"

Lu Fenghan: "Keep dynamic and static pressure to a minimum. All spaceships on missions and probes released should turn on stealth mode. Be careful."

In the communication dialogue box, Lorenz nodded: "Got it. In addition, the new weapon of the White Tower--"

Qiyan, who was playing with Lu Fenghan's fingers beside him, continued: "It is undergoing the last test. After the test is over, it will be immediately shipped to the front line. I have connected the relevant new processing model to the central control system. The technical department can familiarize themselves with it first. If you have any questions, please contact me." After

the communication was cut off, Lu Fenghan thought for a few seconds and prepared to call Mei Jielin to a meeting. He stood up and asked Po Jun while putting on his clothes: "Where are Wein and the others now?"

Po Jun replied after two seconds: "Captain Wein and the other four are still in the kitchen. General, I don't think your meeting plan can be implemented, because after the low-alcohol drinks, Miss Mei Jie Lin took out her long-hidden tequila and added ice cubes to it while you were away. It is said that it tastes great.

Now, Wein The captain had fallen on the table and had not moved for 11 minutes and 57 seconds. Captain Dushan was singing the Alliance military song loudly, with a pitch accuracy of less than 41%. Captain Long Xiyun lowered his head, not sure if he had fallen asleep. Miss Mei Jielin had her right foot on the table and was reciting the entire text of the Human Interstellar Covenant loudly to the sound of Captain Dushan's singing, but her fluency was not very high. "

Lu Fenghan stopped buttoning his clothes.

Po Jun was still broadcasting the situation in real time: "The Human Interstellar Covenant has been memorized, Miss Metierin is holding a bottle of wine and shouting 'I want to sleep with a man', and Captain Wein suddenly wakes up and shouts 'Another bottle'."

After a long silence, Lu Fenghan took a deep breath with extreme restraint: "Notify their adjutant to carry the people away within ten minutes, otherwise throw all those drunks out of the porthole!"

Po Jun: "Okay, General, I will convey your words verbatim."

An hour later, in the No. 01 gravity training room, the maintenance robot had completed the interior repairs. Lu Fenghan finished two sets of strength training, handed the towel to Qi Yan, and asked him to wipe the sweat off his face.

Po Jun spoke at the right time: "Commander, four captains have been standing at the door for six minutes. Knowing that you are after training, they dare not disturb you and said you can just wait outside."

Lu Fenghan sneered: "Are you sober? Not singing anymore? Not coming for another bottle?"

Po Jun relayed: "Miss Mei Jielin replied 'Awake', Captain Du Shang replied 'No more singing, no more singing', Captain Weiyin replied 'Not a drop'."

With a deep "thump", Lu Fenghan threw the weight wrapped around his arm to the ground and moved his wrist: "Open the door and let them in."

In the next hour, everyone who passed by the door of training room No. 01 would stop involuntarily - the screams of pain coming from inside were too miserable and really made people feel sympathetic.

In view of Lu Fenghan's order not to enter the treatment cabin or use healing gel, in the next three days, the four captains of the expeditionary force walked around with bruises on their faces. They almost became a moving tourist attraction. Everyone wanted to take a look.

In the corridor in front of the command room, Mei Jielin touched the corner of her mouth with a cut and grinned: "The commander is too cruel. He actually hit me in the face! He also forbade the use of medicine. I make a living with this face. What should I do if I get a scar?" She

was very worried.

Wei Yin went over to comfort her: "It doesn't matter. Think positively. You will definitely find someone who doesn't love your broken face, but only your tough heart!"

The more Mei Jie Lin heard this, the more she felt something was wrong. She kicked Wei Yin's calf with her foot: "Get out! You're the one who's disfigured!"

When they stood in front of the metal door of the command room, Mei Jie Lin buttoned up her clothes and walked in in a neat military uniform.

Lu Fenghan was looking at a star map. He didn't raise his eyes when he heard the noise: "Sit down."

The four people didn't dare to say anything. They sat in their seats like quails, and they straightened their backs, which was very rare.

Mei Jie Lin glanced at Lu Fenghan carefully, and the corner of her mouth hurt - it's over, there is a psychological shadow. Everyone is doing the same exercise every day, how can the commander be so good at fighting?

The point is, after beating one, he can continue to beat the second one.

Perpetual motion machine?

After half a minute of silence, Lu Fenghan asked, "Have they all been recalled?"

Several people looked at each other, and Long Xiyun reported first, "Three hours ago, the Ishtar arrived at the fleet base. The technical department is conducting maintenance, and the logistics department has boarded the ship to count the ammunition reserves and began to replenish the consumption." With

his start, Mei Jielin and others reported the situation of their fleets one by one, but their voices were weaker than usual and they didn't dare to raise their tones.

"Got it." Lu Fenghan didn't give them a good look.

Whether you are in a bad mood or in a rest period without war, or have hangover medicine and treatment cabins as a backup, it is not a reason to touch strong alcohol.

No one can predict the situation on the battlefield. Maybe the next second, the muzzle of the enemy ship will be in front of you.

He didn't want to see anyone sacrificed in vain.

Starting from the front line of the Southern Cross Region, countless stars away.

If you look down from the sky, the huge vortex that runs horizontally has sucked all existences around it into the force field, like the open mouth of a giant beast. The starships are like a few fallen leaves, floating cautiously on the edge of the vortex.

Chagall was ordered to reinforce the exploration team. After arriving at the new star field, he volunteered to go to the front to explore the size of the vortex, and tried to bypass the vortex to the other side, and continue to go to the habitable planet.

As usual, he sent the data to the base, pinched his dry eyebrows, and was no longer sure how long he had been drifting near the vortex.

Calvin's voice came out of the communicator. Because we were too close to the vortex, the signal flow was strongly disturbed, mixed with a harsh "sizzle" sound: "The people in the technical department said that we are almost circling the opposite side. To be honest, the surroundings are empty and there is no difference no matter how I look. I don't know where I am now."

Space can arouse people's loneliness. Chagall didn't understand it before, but now he understands it more and more. For example, now when he hears someone talking, his tiredness will be swept away and his spirits will be lifted.

"This vortex is roughly an ellipse. About four hours ago, we passed its apocenter. Calculated by the speed of the destroyer, it is indeed not far from the target planet."

After speaking, the two of them fell silent again.

Just as Chagall was racking his brains to think of a topic to continue the conversation, a minor tune suddenly floated out of the intercom.

It was Calvin humming.

Chagall had never heard of this minor tune, but in the endless darkness, he was so close to danger that he could not help but listen very carefully, and his fingers on the joystick even beat the rhythm.

"This is when I first joined the Expeditionary Force and heard my senior who was on a mission with me sing it. I don't remember the lyrics clearly, but I remember the general melody." Calvin chatted casually, "Just like you and I, I was a newcomer at that time, and I cooperated with him to fly a destroyer. He also showed me a photo of his fiancée, who was very beautiful. I said at the time that when he got married, I would definitely go to participate."

Chagall asked: "Then what?"

"Generally, the ending of the stories that happened on the front line is similar. In a battle, the senior went to attack the turret of a medium-sized rebel ship and was hit. Before the energy was leaked out, he drove the destroyer over and blew up together with the medium-sized ship."

It took a while to find his voice. Chagall pursed his lips and said, "Senior, do you want the war to end?"

"Silly, who doesn't want that?" Calvin said calmly, "Who doesn't want to live a more comfortable life, sleep soundly until dawn, and not worry about the enemy attacking in the middle of the night? Spend an hour during the day cooking a meal, tending flowers, and taking a walk. When you feel like it, get together with friends and brag a little, and no one will expose each other."

The noise of the signal was still "sizzling".

After a few seconds of silence, Calvin continued, "But as long as we are on the front line, there will be many people living the kind of life I just talked about, and that's not bad either."

Chagall was stunned and nodded, then remembered that Calvin couldn't see it without the video, and said, "Yes."

It's really good.

The two chatted casually, and they didn't know how long they had been drifting. Chagall was talking with a smile about how the First Military Academy was very poor and couldn't afford a snow-sweeping robot. Every time it snowed heavily, the school would organize students to sweep the snow together, under the pretext of exercising their physical fitness.

"In fact, we all know that we are poor. The Turan Academy across the river is extremely rich. Can you imagine that the snow-sweeping robots of the league's most prodigal can stand in three rows at the school gate! Three full--"

He stopped talking suddenly.

Even his breathing stopped, as if a pause was suddenly pressed.

"I... I, am I dazzled? Am I hallucinating because I drifted for too long?" Chagall murmured, blinking several times, and rubbing his eyes several times when he felt that the effect was not enough.

The scene in front of him remained unchanged.

He suddenly raised his voice, "Senior...Senior! Look, look ahead!" There

was a moment of silence in the communicator, and after a long time, a curse word faintly emerged.

In front of the two destroyers, through the visual window in front of the control console, and looking across countless rock fragments and dust, in the distance, I saw a planet floating quietly in the dark space curtain, surrounded by several large space fortresses, connected by space bridges.

It was like a floating island in the sky in myths and legends.

Two minutes later, in the command room, Lu Fenghan received the communication transferred from the technical department.

In the communication screen, the young major's Adam's apple was obviously swallowing, his voice was still dry, and he reported with trembling pronunciation: "Commander, it seems that we accidentally drove the starship into the enemy's lair..."

"It's very... exciting!"