Lu Fenghan only took one bite.

Qi Yan did not ask any more questions, and continued to eat his noodles quietly, with his eyelashes drooping and his eyes not looking up.

The atmosphere was a little strange.

Qi Yan did not know what was strange, but he felt uncomfortable in all his limbs, and Lu Fenghan's presence was infinitely magnified. He knew without looking up that the other party must be looking at him.

Because of his familiarity, he could easily picture Lu Fenghan's posture and expression at that moment in his mind.

Lu Fenghan tried to find a topic: "The noodles are made of the star mushroom powder that Vincent brought back from Mikonos. There is still a lot of powder left. If you like it, I will make it for you next time."

Qi Yan held the chopsticks and nodded: "Okay." He thought for a while, raised his head and asked, "Is it troublesome to make this noodle?"

His eyes paused for a while on Qi Yan's forehead, which had already faded red. Lu Fenghan replied in his mouth: "It's not a trouble. It's rare that there is something you think is delicious."

What can I do about being a picky eater?

Seeing that there was a little sauce on the corner of Qi Yan's mouth, Lu Fenghan reached out his hand and wiped Qi Yan's lips with his rough fingertips.

Qi Yan let him do what he did suddenly and didn't dodge, but after he wiped it, he quickly lowered his head. He didn't raise his head again until he finished eating all the noodles.

In the afternoon, Qi Yan followed Lu Fenghan into the command room.

He sat quietly on the sofa, opened the virtual screen of his personal terminal and did his own things, occasionally listening to Lu Fenghan and his team's meeting.

Wei Yin was bumped by Metzelin's elbow, and then he remembered to ask: "Commander, the meeting was held so early in the morning, and it was published in the Leto Daily immediately after the meeting. Did something happen to Leto?"

Lu Fenghan pulled out a chair and sat down. His emotions had completely calmed down. His tone was flat and almost straight: "Last night, three professors of Turan Academy were shot in front of the square of Turan Academy because they did not carry out brainwashing teaching according to the requirements of the rebels and taught students privately, 'The faith in the heart cannot be abandoned, and the pursuit of truth cannot be stopped halfway.'

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Wei Yin's face was solemn, and his hands on the table were clenched into fists, and blue veins popped. Metzelin sat up straight, his eyes as cold as ice cones.

On the sofa in the corner, Qi Yan's fingers froze and he didn't even notice the "input error" message on the screen.

Lu Fenghan continued: "These three professors could have evacuated with General Nie when he went to Odin, but they chose to stay. The reason is that there are too many people who cannot leave Leto, and many students will still attend Tulan College, so So they can't leave."

Long Xiyun said, the scar at the end of his eye was fierce: "Is the meeting this morning part of the deterrent?"

Lu Fenghan nodded: "Absolutely."

He twirled his fingers, found a cigarette, and held it between his fingers without lighting it.

I had already smoked the cigarettes I needed to smoke last night when I was waiting for prayers.

In the silence, he slowly spoke: "So, everyone, you have to fight hard, Leto's people are still waiting for our victory."

Lu Fenghan always told his subordinates similar news after he had adjusted his emotions.

He was the commander, he had to be stable and not show any impatience.

This was taught to him by Nie Huaiting and the former commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force - if he sat in this position, he had to become the spiritual pillar and stabilizer of the entire expeditionary force.

Anyone could panic, but he couldn't.

"There must be more than one incident! According to the malicious means of the rebels, similar incidents will only increase, not decrease." Mei Jielin's military boots made a sound on the ground. She was a little annoyed. "Leto has no other way?"

Long Xiyun continued: "Leto has the best planetary defense system in the entire alliance. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The people living there are all citizens of the alliance. We can't just use missiles to bombard like the rebels. If a missile lands, the rebels will tell everyone in Leto that they have been abandoned by the alliance and the alliance has ignored their lives."

Lu Fenghan continued: "It's not just Leto, all the planets occupied by the rebels are in the same situation, which is why General Nie dare not act easily. Not only do we have to consider the victory or defeat of the war, but we also have to consider human lives and people's hearts."

Mei Jielin exhaled, leaned back in her chair, and lost her usual playful smile: "The best way is for us to take action here, chop them one by one, until the bones and tendons are removed, and the rebels can't care about Leto and surrender?"

She wanted to say that since the rebels can do what they did before, secretly infiltrate, deceive people's hearts, and plant hidden stakes, we can also try it.

But she swallowed the words back.

The rebels used this method to occupy Leto, so they are naturally very vigilant. Not to mention, the rebels are very skilled in brainwashing within their ranks. Under high-pressure rule, strict surveillance and the system of collective responsibility, hidden tricks can easily be exposed.

So when he spoke again, Mei Jielin's murderous intent was particularly strong: "When will we attack the Eighth Legion?"

Lu Fenghan did not answer, but looked at Long Xiyun first: "The commander of the Eighth Legion and the commander of the Seventh Legion are related by blood."

Long Xiyun nodded: "Yes, cousins, one is called Conrad Lee, the other is called Jack Lee, these two are interstellar pirates, the former is nicknamed 'One-eyed Dragon', because his right eye is blind and he wears an artificial eyeball, the latter is nicknamed 'Black Jack'. Commander, do you suspect they will be together?"

"It's very likely. They are all brothers who were born as interstellar pirates. They joined the rebels together, so they will probably share the benefits equally. Odin has made a statement, so the rebels can't help but get back their ground. The biggest 'ground' is of course to defeat us." Lu Fenghan asked Pojun to show the star map. "The 7th and 8th Legions are stationed very close to each other. It is very convenient for Cyclops and Black Jack to support each other."

Du Shang agreed and said, "Will the interstellar pirates jump out?"

Lu Fenghan: "It's unlikely. According to the information we have now, the interstellar pirates have been assigned other tasks by the rebels. The Alliance is fanning the flames and creating panic everywhere, which is mostly their work."

Du Shang: "Recall the Dingyuan?"

"No need for Dingyuan," Lu Fenghan ordered Pojun, "Tell Vincent to recall Star Shield and Sun Chaser. As usual, the command ship will stay behind, and I will use Star Shield."

Pojun immediately replied, "Yes."

Leto.

Xia Zhiyang stood at the door of his house. Before opening the door, he couldn't help but smell whether there was still blood on his body.

After the three professors were shot in the square yesterday, the rebels did not allow anyone to come forward to collect the bodies, in order to "warn everyone."

Xia Zhiyang and several classmates stayed near the square all night. After noon the next day, the rebels finally left.

They stepped forward in silence, tidied up the remains of the three professors, and waited for the professors' families to come and complete the handover. After they hurriedly left, they rolled up their sleeves and wiped the bloodstains on the square clean inch by inch. The smell of

blood was extremely pungent.

It stung Xia Zhiyang's eyes.

Xia Zhiyang grew up in a peaceful environment. Although he often heard terms such as "front line" and "war", he never knew what "war" was. What

he didn't understand before, he learned in the past six months.

The once prosperous Leto has turned into a dead star.

There are rebels patrolling everywhere on the streets, and countless engines roared in the sky. Occasionally, someone walked by, but they were in a hurry and didn't dare to stay outside for too long.

The air was still there, but it felt like suffocating.

Opening the door, his parents were not back yet. Xia Zhiyang sat on the sofa and put the back of his hands in front of his eyes. He had washed his hands, but he could still smell the blood.

"The faith in your heart cannot be abandoned, and the pursuit of truth cannot be stopped halfway."

Is this sentence wrong?

It is right.

But because of this sentence, three professors died.

The anger that had been accumulating in his heart since last night filled up, making him want to roar and scold, but he did not say a word except for heavy breathing. His expression was as calm as dead water. It

was like a stopper was added to the mouth of a soda bottle.

Xia Zhiyang thought that he could never go back to the past.

The Sky Diamond Plaza on the day of the founding was the turning point.

He did not think about who to hate, he was more thinking about what he could do. His

thoughts were scattered. In his impression, no one cared when the troubadours advocated that the alliance would collapse the next day. Turan Academy had academic freedom and there were debates almost every day...

But these memories were too long ago.

Now even staying outside for ten seconds longer would lead to investigation by the rebels.

He had information channels from his parents. He knew that the expeditionary forces on the front line had won victory after victory, that the 11th Legion of the rebels had been destroyed, and that as long as he persisted and continued to persist, one day, Leto would return to its previous appearance.

The door was opened at this time. Xia Zhiyang put down his hand, looked at the door, and shouted "Mom".

Mrs. Xia was wearing luxurious light gray bionic fur. Except for her slightly pale face, she looked like she had just attended an afternoon tea party.

This was also what she had always shown to Xia Zhiyang.

But Xia Zhiyang thought, at least he was only a few points away from the passing line of Turan Academy, he was not stupid.

His mother's performance was too poor.

Mrs. Xia tidied her hair and smiled: "Are you back? Just now, mom--"

"Mom," Xia Zhiyang sat on the sofa and said hoarsely, "Take me with you next time, I can cooperate with you and cover for you."

Mrs. Xia fell silent.

Having said that, Xia Zhiyang thought, I have always been a rich kid with no ambitions. For the past 19 years, my greatest pleasure was to use my saved pocket money to buy a limited edition suspension car. The person I hated the most was the pretentious Jiang Qi. My greatest achievement was that I did not get expelled from Turan after studying there for two years. My greatest ideal was the dream of open source that I had when I was inspired by my idol, but I could never put it into practice.

Mrs. Xia took a few breaths before speaking: "You are still young. I know what happened in Turan last night. Don't be afraid. The expeditionary force and General Nie have not given up and will definitely come."

"Mom, I know," Xia Zhiyang interrupted Mrs. Xia softly, "They have not given up and are trying. I also want to do my best. Now there is something I can do, and I want to do it. You and Dad taught me that people have to be responsible, right?"

Mrs. Xia clenched the expensive leather handbag in her hand, looked at Xia Zhiyang, her eyes suddenly reddened: "Okay, next time mom will take you with her."

She held back tears, put her fingers to her lips, and smiled, "Shh - let's go together and not let the rebels find us."

At the same time, on the front line of the Southern Cross Region.

The black-gray reconnaissance ship approached from the depths of space like a hawk with its wings spread wide. After entering the capture range of the main ship, it began to gradually slow down.

Ten minutes later, the report brought back by the reconnaissance ship was summarized and handed over to Lu Fenghan.

Two days ago, he sent a team of reconnaissance ships to investigate the situation of the 7th and 8th Legions of the rebel army. Just as he thought, the starships of the 7th Legion had made a lot of movements.

If the two really join forces, then

the military supply for the next month will not be a problem.

You know, missiles, laser cannons, particle cannons and other things are non-repeatable resources. One shot is one less, and once it's gone, it's gone.

Save as much as you can, and of course, you must grab what you can.

After a half month of rest, it's time to stretch your muscles.

Qi Yan saw Lu Fenghan finished reading the report: "Are there any confirmed news?"

"Well, the Eighth Army is in the open, and the Seventh Army wants to dig a deep trench in secret to make us capsize." Lu Fenghan came out of the simulated cockpit after receiving the report. His forehead and neck were covered with sweat. He turned off the personal terminal and said, "We can start tomorrow according to the results of the noon meeting."

As he said, Lu Fenghan looked at the simulated cockpit in the training room and asked Qi Yan: "Do you want to come in together?"

The simulated cockpit has been in use for many years and is directly connected to the nervous system. It completely simulates the real space battlefield. The ship type and operating system can be switched as needed.

Qi Yan had never been on a ship before, so after making sure it would not affect Lu Fenghan's training, he nodded and followed Lu Fenghan in.

After closing his eyes and opening them again, Qi Yan found that he was "riding" on a destroyer. In front of him, there were 280-degree windows, and countless indicator lights were flashing on the control console.

Lu Fenghan drove the destroyer at the speed of a suspended vehicle, and according to the guidance of the star map, he skillfully stopped at a coordinate point and adjusted the mode.

Pointing in a direction, "This is a place I like very much. If you turn on the hidden mode, you can see a comet from our galaxy passing by."

Qi Yan was curious: "Comet?"

At this time, outside the visible window, the space was as dark as night, with distant starlight shining, making people feel lonely and cold unconsciously.

"When I first joined the expedition, I was often depressed. It is said that this is an emotional reaction caused by not being able to get sun exposure. Every time I get tired of training in the simulated cockpit, I will set the coordinates at this position, and watch the comet pass by again and again, and my mood will be much better."

Lu Fenghan turned his head, his eyebrows were still sharp, but his voice was slow, "You are in a bad mood, so I want to take you to see it."

At this time, a comet gradually approached the star, and the brightness began to increase. The comet tail continued to lengthen and thin, like a light blue gauze spread out, and like the colors slowly spreading in the water.

Qi Yan held his breath.

A brilliant light reflected in his eyes, like glass dipped in light color.

In the silence that seemed to be eternal, Lu Fenghan's voice rang out: "The orbit of this comet is special. No matter how far it leaves, it will return to the vicinity of that star."

"It's a bit like... me to you."