Most of the intelligence sent back from the front line is extremely important. In order to find the humanoid creatures hiding within the Federation as soon as possible, Chen Yu has been working overtime every day recently.
He needs to integrate all kinds of information from the front line, and then analyze the target creatures one by one.
The workload is huge.
After sorting out a large pile of information, Chen Yu rubbed his aching waist, his eyes full of fatigue.
He yawned, picked up a tea bag from the table, and brewed himself a pot of fragrant green tea.
Feng Qingyue knocked on the door and walked in from outside.
She was carrying an insulated bag filled with delicious food.
Looking at his adorable little apprentice, Chen Yu's resentment for being forced to work overtime completely disappeared.
He took the bag from Feng Qingyue's hand, took out the food one by one, and placed it on the table.
Then one of the instructors took out his laptop, found the chat box of a senior apprentice, and sent him a message about the delicious food on the table: "Are you jealous? Xiaoguai brought this to me personally."
A certain marshal, who had been working hard at the front line for a whole day, finally got some free time. As soon as he turned on his computer, he saw a communication from his teacher.
Jiyuan:......
It really makes people see black and dark.
In order to show that he had seen the message, Ji Yuan thought for a long time and replied with an emoticon.
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Time is very tight at the front line. Ji Yuan only had time to send a few emoticons before he hurriedly plunged into the combat command at the front line.
He printed out a photo of the little girl and carefully placed it in the small pocket on his combat uniform close to his chest, together with his blood type and other emergency information cards.
Occasionally, during a break in battle, he would subconsciously reach out and touch his chest, expressing his deep longing through the thin fabric.
The frequency of insect attacks has increased significantly recently, and soldiers often need to carry out various defensive operations continuously.
In this high-pressure environment, Ji Yuan, as a marshal, shoulders a burden that ordinary people cannot imagine.
He needs to comprehensively consider various situations on the battlefield and then make the best judgment in a short time.
This long-term mental oppression caused Ji Yuan's mental strength to show signs of collapse again.
Because he had used the little girl's S-level treasure to suppress the riot of his mental power before, and it had been a long time since he had had a relapse, Ji Yuan was a little lax for a while.
He finally got some free time and had just sat down to rest when he felt a series of sharp, stabbing pains in his head.
The pain was like someone holding a silver needle and stirring it in my mind.
A look of pain appeared on Ji Yuan's face.
He supported his temple with one hand and held the edge of the bed tightly with the other, trying his best to suppress the increasingly violent mental power in his body.
A hoarse and heavy breathing sounded in the room. The manic mental power in Ji Yuan's body was like a giant beast trapped in the abyss, struggling hard to escape.
He slowly stood up and walked into the bathroom.
"Hua La La ------"
Stimulated by the cold water flow, Ji Yuan barely recovered a little.
He took out a bottle of suppressant drugs from his spiritual space, poured out several pills, and stuffed them all into his mouth.
Then he hurriedly used his mental energy to dry his hair and once again returned to commanding operations on the front line.
In order to help Chenyu complete the screening work faster, Feng Qingyue spontaneously delivered meals to her teacher for a few days.
Chenyu's work was about to be completed, and she also stopped her "feeding" behavior.
After telling her teacher, Feng Qingyue had some free time and prepared to quietly go to the front line to take a look.
She hummed a little tune and returned to her manor.
After using his mental power to sense the position of the frontline troops, Feng Qingyue snapped his fingers gracefully and disappeared from the spot.
She flew in the air, looking down boredly at the city buildings below that were gradually getting smaller.
The air around them began to become thinner. Feng Qingyue stretched out her fingers and gestured casually in front of her chest.
A light blue mist appeared. The mist seemed light and ethereal, but it contained extremely powerful energy.
Its appearance caused the surrounding space to fluctuate, and there were even faint signs of space being torn apart.
When the light blue mist dissipated, Feng Qingyue had disappeared.
When flying to the outer airspace, Feng Qingyue saw many warships arranged in an orderly manner.
The spiritual body transformed from mental energy has absolute energy priority, and the high-precision monitoring instruments equipped on those warships cannot detect related abnormal situations.
Feng Qingyue leisurely shuttled back and forth between the warships, watching the group of federal soldiers rushing to the front line.
The soldiers were wearing well-fitting combat uniforms, their faces were calm and solemn, and their auras were powerful.
Tall mechas are displayed on both sides of the warship, and small combat spacecraft with smooth lines are also hovering on the side of the ship. They and the pilots form a silent Great Wall, silently guarding the lights of thousands of homes behind them.
Feng Qingyue slowly passed through the federal army's defense line and came to the front line of the battlefield.
She walked through the shattered remains of the Zerg and swaggered into the federal command ship.
Following the guidance of her spiritual power, she dived into Jiyuan's room.
This room is in line with Jiyuan's personality, simple and elegant.
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