Fang Hua seemed to have unleashed a beast tide. All the beastmen nearby, whether soldiers or not, responded and rushed over. Their numbers were already large, and with this relentless momentum, even a god couldn't escape today.
"Leave them behind!" The red flag, unmanned, fluttered in the air, drawing countless people who were condemned to join the war.
"We've been raising soldiers for a thousand days, but we're only using them for one. Today, with our leaders absent, our honor and disgrace depend entirely on ourselves." Fang Rong's voice seemed to possess a magical power, and the soldiers fought even harder.
There's a basis for saying the leaders aren't there. This mission is basically for these new recruits to practice on. The real veterans who actually went to the battlefield to fight the enemy are all on missions in another place. It's high-energy throughout, and they're all people with barricades on their shoulders. That's what's truly awesome.
Compared to others, they are nothing, but it is still very dangerous for them. The team is already large enough, with mech warriors, teams of superhumans, and mutant armies. It is a rare big event.
"The enemy is retreating! We're not far from victory." Fang Rong, with her sharp eyes, noticed that the enemy's numbers were dwindling. After a moment's thought, she realized that Fang Hua had come out, and she knew immediately that it was a ruse.
Although they had already guessed that this was just a trap, they were still worried about missing it, so both groups prepared manpower to intercept them. If it wasn't this group, then it must be the other one.
Fang Rong doesn't care about that side; they're all experts there, so there's no need to worry about them. Just focus on this side. "Don't pursue a cornered enemy! Come back!"
Several people wanted to chase after him, but he stopped them.
"Getting on the road is the priority!" Fang Rong waved the red flag and gave the order.
The procession returned to calm, the red flag was planted in front of the vehicle, and everything seemed quiet, as if nothing had happened.
The only evidence was the faint sobbing and the bodies being carried away, which proved that a terrorist attack had just taken place. The enemy wanted them dead, and their methods were ruthless and vicious, leaving no survivors. Some people were already dead, but they were still brought in to finish them off. It was too dark.
"Carry them all back and give them a proper burial." His word was no longer valid; a proper burial meant going to the military mausoleum, and he wasn't qualified to arrange for people to go in. However, the higher-ups would definitely do the same. The dead were already dead; they couldn't let the living feel disheartened.
As expected, the above approach was similar to what he had anticipated: the dead were given official titles and honors, while the living were kept to celebrate their success. This mission was considered a perfect completion, with only a small number of people killed or injured, which was already quite remarkable.
Afterwards, Fang Rong put down the red flag and kept a low profile, not saying a word. Even when someone spoke up for him, he didn't acknowledge it, so he didn't gain any benefits and was instead scolded.
Unauthorized absence from duty, haha!
There's no point in going to a celebration banquet. The chef's skills aren't as good as his. When he cooks a dish, a bunch of people fight over it. If you want to eat some vegetables, you have to wait forever. The lucky draw never seems to go his way.
Fang Rong lacked patience and simply left early, returning to her room alone to learn how to bake bread and make desserts according to the instructions of the quantum computer.
The old man has everything here, including a brand new oven that he's never even touched. It's cheap and convenient, and he got to use it the first time.
Making a cake can be simple or difficult, but as long as the bread inside is baked well, the taste will be amazing. Fang Rong is best at this, because you need to knead the dough well to bake it well.
He had just cracked the eggs when someone suddenly hugged him from behind.
"Fang Rong, what are you doing there today?" Fang Hua rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"It's just my duty. I'm a soldier now too." Fang Rong teased him intentionally. It didn't make sense that he left early with so many dishes today. "And I'm a soldier from the South District, not with you."
"Oh." Fang Hua was somewhat disappointed.
After a while, he suddenly reached his hand inside Fang Rong's clothes and asked, "Can I have sex with you today?"
"No." Fang Rong was still kneading the dough.
"Why?" Fang Hua asked, looking bewildered.
Fang Rong put down her tools, put her hands on her hips, and tried to reason with him, "Then can I sleep with you?"
"Forehead……"
"Can I touch your back?"
"Isn't this a bad idea?" Fang Hua hesitated for a moment.
"Can I see behind you then?"
"Can I not watch it?"
"Then look into my eyes."
"What?"
"So dramatic →_→"
"..."
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