Although Metierin was seriously injured and was already a bloody man when she was pulled back from the fire, she was full of energy again after a few hours of soaking in the treatment cabin thanks to the powerful effect of the treatment cabin. She even dragged Weiyin into the training room for a fight, and her chatterbox level did not decrease at all.

Weiyin fell on the floor of the training room, grinning in pain and shouting: "Don't they say that people will always change after experiencing a disaster or near death? You have changed a little!"

However, even if Metierin's burned princess cut used a lot of means, it took more than a week to restore to its previous length.

Outside the porthole, passing through the quietly floating metal wreckage, the transport ship kept going back and forth between the planet where the Divine Court was located and the Venus Belt.

Ye Pei had her ponytail tied up high, holding a cup of espresso, and spoke in a cheerful tone: "When these supplies and ammunition are shipped back, will the people in the Ministry of Finance wake up laughing in their dreams? I saw the Minister of Finance crying in the "Leto Daily" yesterday. He was blocked by the media in front of the Sky Diamond Plaza and was asked whether the humanoid mecha could be mass-produced. He wanted to run away but couldn't, so he had to stand there crying and even took out his handkerchief." When mentioning the humanoid

mecha, her eyes suddenly lit up and her tone became excited: "Speaking of which, it's so handsome, really so handsome! Qi Yan, what does it feel like to drive a mecha? Is your blood boiling? Do you feel like you can sweep through thousands of troops and gallop across the universe?"

Mondrian on the side also looked at Qi Yan.

After thinking about it carefully, Qi Yan described it this way: "Because the speed is too fast and there is no sustained-release protection system that is normally equipped on a starship, I will feel dizzy in the cockpit, and have a bit of chest tightness and shortness of breath, but it's very... cool."

At that time, he and Lu Fenghan took turns driving the mecha. In terms of driving time, his total driving time was less than one-tenth of Lu Fenghan's. But even after being injected with nerve and muscle relaxants, he was still close to fainting when leaving the cockpit, and was half-carried down by Lu Fenghan.

"It must be cool! The first truly humanoid combat mecha in the Alliance!" Based on the spirit of scientific research, Ye Pei has begun to think, "If a cushioning protection is configured in the cockpit, which effect will be better? Shock-absorbing materials? Air pressure adjustment technology? Special seats?"

Mondrian also thought: "Once the difficulties in the basic design of humanoid mechas are solved, it will no longer be a problem to expand it. In the future, light mechas and heavy mechas, as well as long-range and close combat types, etc. should be designed to meet different combat needs." "

That makes sense!" Ye Pei nodded, and then thought, "No, the rebels have been wiped out, even the wise men are about to be taken back to Leto for trial, and the interstellar pirates have fled. There is no need to fight anymore."

After saying this, the three of them felt unreal.

When the rebels gathered on the front line of the Southern Cross Region, they had existed as the "enemy" for more than half a century, but suddenly they were wiped out. Many people couldn't get used to it for a short time.

"Forget it, forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore." Ye Pei waved her hands and changed the subject. "I met Chagall yesterday." She pursed her lips. "Chagall... was not in a good mood. People in the same destroyer sequence with him said that the senior who had been leading Chagall died. Didn't the rebels sneak in at that time? It was very chaotic and it was hard to tell the enemy from us. At the last moment, the senior sent Chagall out in the lifeboat, and drove the destroyer to crash into the enemy ship, which exploded into pieces, leaving nothing behind."

She said with a lowered tone, and was silent for a while.

Although she knew that death was happening all the time on the battlefield, she could never accept it easily.

In the last battle, although the expeditionary force had an advantage and the humanoid mechas restrained the space fortress, the war losses were still huge. Or in other words, since its establishment, the number of people sacrificed in the war has reached a huge number.

Going back further, in the long war with the rebels, countless fleets were left with only flags, and countless people were left with only a cold name.

Ye Pei took a sip of coffee, which made her shudder. After swallowing it, the root of her tongue was full of bitterness. She thought to herself - I hope there will be no more wars in the future of the Alliance.

The topic changed several times, from the front page headline of the "Leto Daily" to the coffee supply of the logistics department, which was about to run out, to the announcement of the resumption of classes issued by the First Military Academy. When they saw Lu Fenghan coming to pick up Qi Yan, they realized that it was already dinner time.

Ye Pei touched the heels of Mondrian's feet, bent their fingertips and performed a standard military salute, a little surprised: "We actually stood here and talked for so long?"

She was still a little uncomfortable without having to work overtime in the technical department, and even subconsciously opened the personal terminal to see if Lorenz had contacted them.

Before Lu Fenghan stood still, he shook Qi Yan's hand. Seeing Ye Pei's movements, he said, "All the damaged starships have been repaired. After submitting the progress report, Lorenz went to sleep in the lounge and left a message for no one to wake him up."

Ye Pei and Mondrian looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

Ye Pei was shocked: "Our boss has a lounge on the command ship? Doesn't he live in the office of the technical department 24 hours a day and 360 days a year?"

Mondrian: "And... the boss actually sleeps?"

The image of the humanoid coffee stand is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Holding the cup, Ye Pei breathed a sigh of relief: "Even the boss went to sleep, it seems that the war is really over."

After saying that, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Walking in the corridor, Lu Fenghan saw Qi Yan looking down at his terminal: "Is it Xia Zhiyang?"

After Leto was recaptured, Xia Zhiyang came out of the hospital and returned to Turan College to attend classes without much delay. A few days ago, when chatting, Ye Pei mentioned that Qi Yan was Y. After a while of silence, Xia Zhiyang muttered vaguely, "So... no wonder the professor asked me that question..." His voice suddenly increased, "Qi Yan explained the problem to me! God Y explained the problem to me! God Y, God Y is actually my good brother? I need to slow down..."

This pause lasted for two or three days, during which time messages with similar tones kept coming.

"When I was a kid, I actually played toys with my idol!"

"I was actually worried that God Y would not be able to keep up with Turan's second-year curriculum and would be demoted due to poor grades!"

"How embarrassing... I actually said in front of God Y that the reason I gritted my teeth and entered Turan was to get closer to God Y..."

Similar messages came one after another, and Qi Yan was wondering if Xia Zhiyang had searched through all his memories in the past two days.

And the one that just came was: "God Y is not a woman with long brown hair, taciturn, and likes to wear black long skirts, nor is he a handsome, eccentric, middle-aged man who likes to dress strangely and eccentrically!"

Lu Fenghan saw it and commented that he had a "rich imagination."

He pinched Qi Yan's slightly cold fingers again and asked, "Yan Yan, what do you want to eat for dinner?"

"I want to eat the pastry you made last time, the transparent one with a complete flower inside."

Lu Fenghan said "hmm", "Then let's go directly to the kitchen."

However, as soon as he stepped into the kitchen door, before the light came on, Qi Yan was grabbed by the wrist by Lu Fenghan and pulled, with his back pressed against the wall.

"Will-- um..."

Before he could even utter a word, Lu Fenghan took it into his lips and tongue.

The metal door of the kitchen had not yet closed, and the light from the passage shone in obliquely, reflecting on the lines of the two people's legs that fit together, leaving crisscrossed light and shadows.

Not sure if someone would pass by the door or even come in directly, and because of this worry and tension, the sound of the friction of the clothes and the subtle movements became clearer.

Qi Yan's palms were hot, and he couldn't help but cling to Lu Fenghan's hard arm, swallowing hastily.

A layer of light red appeared on the cold white skin exposed by the standard shirt.

On the ground, the silhouettes of the two people were entangled together, inseparable.

After a long time, until Lu Fenghan's kiss fell on the ear, Qi Yan leaned against the metal wall, half-closed his thin eyelids, and asked in a hoarse voice: "General, you are lying. Didn't you say... to make cakes?"

The tone between the words was obvious.

The rough palms firmly grasped Qi Yan's thin waist. Lu Fenghan sucked and kissed the earlobe of the person in his arms, and deliberately pinched Qi Yan's thin ear tips, and he had to rub them red and trembling before he was satisfied.

When talking, he deliberately got close to Qi Yan, and his voice was lower than Qi Yan's: "But how can you bear it?"