Chapter 147 [Added] Cainiao Station Flower Pants Boss Group
The smile on Heinz's face suddenly disappeared, and a sinister look appeared in his eyes: "The best-looking one?"
"yes."
"What is your relationship with him?"
"Former roommate." Lu Hang paused, his eyes unclear:
"I'm talking about Huo Yuan, the current third-in-command of Tomato Country. Who are you talking about?"
Heinz was stumped by the question, and this microsecond pause was successfully captured by the Army Aviation.
They were both smart people, and Heinz immediately realized that he had been tricked by the other party. Although this kind of cliché is harmless and cannot pose any real threat, Heinz still took a closer look at it.
This young officer is not as straightforward as his resume suggests.
interesting.
The Army Air Force also looked at Heinz.
Before coming, he had learned about Heinz's background. The grudges between the other party and that Eagle Owl Young Master are known to everyone, but the more consistent the two things are, the more problems there are.
Now it seems that there is more to this than just "hatred". Heinz was obviously concerned at that moment.
However, Lu Hang was not prepared to say it clearly.
His external image has always been that of a good-natured guy who doesn't meddle in other people's affairs, and it is still the same now. Lu Hang stood up:
"If there's nothing else, I'll report to the First Legion first."
This was a way for Heinz to save face, which was equivalent to agreeing.
Heinz smiled calmly, raised his hand to let the secretary in, and gave Lu Hang an abdominal protection air cushion device.
"Here's your promotion present, Lieutenant Colonel."
Heinz maintained a caring smile on his subordinates:
"I heard that the First Legion has a lot of rules and will prepare a special welcome ceremony for newcomers. I hope you enjoy your employment."
Lu Hang took it and touched it with his fingertips. It was 0.5 cm thick, civilian grade. The anti-seismic effect when worn was limited, but it was better than nothing.
"Thank you. I will."
Before leaving, Heinz gave another reminder: "There is another undercover agent in the legion. You can take care of each other."
"who?"
"You'll know when you go there."
·
As the elite of the empire, the First Legion is famous for its powerful combat capability, but also for its perverse rules that scare people away.
Lu Hang had heard about the Corps' "New Student Welcome Ceremony" before, but he didn't expect that he, who had been promoted from a lower-level corps, would not be able to escape the disaster.
Lu Hang stood at the door. Five steps away from him was the decorative fountain, which was filled with flowers and had large buckets floating on the water. Lu Hang stared at the bucket calmly until someone pulled it over, filled it with water, and carried it towards the door.
“Crash!”
All poured on Lu Hang.
The officers in camouflage uniforms gloated:
"Newbie, how's it going? The first lesson you'll learn when you join the army is to learn how to drink my foot washing water."
Lu Hang stood upright, his uniform soaked. Faced with such suspected humiliating behavior, he not only did not resist, he did not even move, and was even more indifferent than the statue of the god of war standing at the door.
He didn't answer, but the other party didn't intend to let him go.
The soldiers passing by looked curiously, and saw the camouflage uniform casually threw down the bucket, walked over, and punched Lu Hang in the abdomen.
The officer had just finished training and his fist was still filled with blood. If this punch had hit an ordinary person, the person would have been sent to the hospital.
But Lu Hang just lowered his head and his facial muscles spasmed for a while. When he raised his head again, he regained his usual composure, even nodding to the abuser, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Please take care of me in the future."
"Hmph, you're so patient. You won't listen to anything." The man in camouflage glared, cursed, and turned away.
When he left, he deliberately put the bucket back into the fountain.
The people behind will continue to use it.
This is the "new student welcome ceremony" - everyone punches and is poured with a bucket of cold, smelly water, in order to set rules for the newcomers and teach them the principles of seniority and first come, first served.
On the first day of reporting, Lu Hang stood outside the corps gate from day to night. It was not until 12 o'clock in the morning that he was allowed in, which was considered recognition.
As he walked into the dormitory building, his legs were shaking. In a trance, he heard a soldier passing by behind him making a bet on which step he would fall down.
Lu Hang turned around and asked calmly, "Excuse me, where is Room 607?"
"Sixth floor. I have to remind you that there is no elevator here. You have to climb up by yourself-"
Lu Hang interrupted him: "I know."
The other side muttered: "Still trying to be brave, let's see how you can get up tomorrow..."
Half an hour later, the handle with the number 607 was held by a dehydrated hand. The moment he swiped the card, turned the key, and turned around to close the door, Lu Hang's body slid down against the door uncontrollably.
His whole body was cramped with pain and he lost all feeling in his abdomen. After being beaten by nearly 3,000 people from half of the military camp, it was a miracle that he could make it out alive.
This is the First Legion.
Survival of the fittest. Even if a weak person can get a position, he will die the first step he takes in the door.
Lu Hang swallowed the blood foam in his mouth and didn't want to count how many of his internal organs were broken. Low- and middle-level marine creatures like them don't have any special abilities, their lives are worthless. A cut on the belly of a fish can heal itself, and this kind of severe internal bleeding will not cause death.
But not being able to die doesn’t mean there won’t be pain.
The mental trauma of being humiliated in public is more painful than the physical one. According to internal data, in the past decade, 15% of new officers have suffered from serious mental illness and attempted suicide in the first month.
This place... is like a prison without any supervision.
It has its own rules, and all outsiders who come in must abide by the system...
It's hard for someone like him, who is at the bottom of the pyramid, to stay calm.
Lu Hang couldn't help but think, no wonder Heinz chose him, with a mental stability rate of 98%, he could endure longer than ordinary people.
He wanted to laugh at himself, but the dull pain in his chest made him cough violently. Lu Hang had no choice but to turn over with difficulty, pull out the protective air cushion from his tattered abdominal muscles, and throw it aside.
I am also...
Why would he take on this thankless job... Huo Yuan wouldn't know, and maybe if he knew he would call him stupid.
He fell backwards and lay on the cold floor with his spine twisted.
If I could contact Huo Yuan and hear his voice...
His consciousness gradually blurred and he was about to fall into a coma.
However, a crisp "drop" sound pulled Lu Hang back from the edge of falling. He reflexively took out the terminal and squinted at it for a while, but couldn't see clearly. Then he realized that it was covered with moisture.
Lu Hang wiped the screen feebly with his fingers, revealing a clean and clear screen at the edge of the water stain:
【You have a new encrypted email】
Is it Heinz?
He just created this encrypted mailbox today to send and receive secret messages. No one knew except the people in the staff office.
Lu Hang clicked it, but a strange message popped up:
[Hello, unknown friend, you don’t know me. How have you been these days... I am sending you a message from Yexing. If you are interested in coming here, we will keep in touch with you. If you don't mean it, please take it as a greeting from a stranger - I wish you good health and a guiding light.
(P.S.: I got your encrypted address through a special insurance channel. I assure you that your information will never be leaked.)
Such a sincere letter, which left room for improvement and retreat, made Lu Hang's tired heart gradually swell and beat.
He sat up with his arms propped up, and recited the whole poem twice more silently, a mixture of emotions showing on his face.
If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response.
When he thought he was just wishful thinking, the organization came to rescue him.
This recruitment letter was like timely rain, giving a shot of adrenaline to his tortured mind and body.
Let him know that what he did will not be buried in history.
Without hesitation, Lu Hang typed a reply:
[Friends from afar, please call me Land.] Yes, we will meet in the future.
Just as he pressed send, Lu Hang vaguely heard a sound and immediately hid the terminal in his pocket.
There was a flurry of footsteps in the corridor not far away. In a blink of an eye, someone kicked the door rudely:
"Hey newbie, are you dead? If not, come out and register."
There was laughter in the background. The leader kicked the door twice to show off his power.
"My patience is limited. I can only count to three. One, two—"
Before he could utter the word "three", the door suddenly opened. The man staggered and nearly fell in. He finally managed to steady himself and adjust his hat. When he looked up, he saw Lu Hang's pale and battered face.
Lu Hang glanced at his armband, which had the words "Discipline Department" written on it.
Looking at his face again, it was the same man in camouflage uniform during the day.
The man in camouflage uniform squinted at the form and said, "Lieutenant Colonel of the Army Aviation Corps, right? I'm a colonel, you have to call me sir."
"Sir."
"You didn't yell loud enough. Do it again."
Lu Hang closed his eyes and tried his best to shout with his bloody throat: "Sir - cough cough cough..."
My body was badly injured and even speaking loudly caused severe pain in my lungs. He subconsciously bent down to breathe, but did not notice that his terminal was slowly sliding out of his pocket due to the movement, and fell to the ground with a plop.
"Huh?" The man in camouflage uniform picked it up quickly.
At that moment, Lu Hang's heart almost jumped out of his throat.
——He hasn’t logged out of the email interface yet!
If seen, the consequences would be disastrous. He would become the first "traitor" to be hanged on his first day in the history of the First Legion.
The camouflage noticed the flash of surprise on his face and teased: "Hey, you sent a message to your girlfriend asking for a hug as soon as you came back? Or..."
His face tightened and he deliberately asked, "You are violating the rules and colluding with the enemy?"
Lu Hang's heart was in turmoil, but he looked calm on the surface:
"Sir, I just want to let my family know I'm safe."
"You don't have to tell me, I can see it myself. Anyway, whether I'm dead or alive, it all depends on your terminal." As he said that, the man in camouflage suit lit up the screen and swiped up to enter the main interface.
At the critical moment, a hand covered with sweet cheese crumbs suddenly reached out, grabbed the terminal, slid it across the thigh, and broke it into two pieces.
The camouflage uniform was stunned.
Lu Hang was also stunned.
Who is so bold as to rob things in front of the colonel?
The man in camouflage uniform turned around and was about to take out his military stick to teach the man a lesson, but he was blinded by the star on the man's shoulder.
They are both colonels!
The man had feathers on his head, clearly a bird of prey, but his innocent face seemed familiar.
The camouflage uniform searched in my memory and finally matched the number - Honey Eagle.
The origin of this honey buzzard is quite legendary. He was previously a personal guard of His Majesty Cade, and later, for his "meritorious service in protecting the emperor" during the monarch's kidnapping, he was named "Hero of the Empire" by the military, jumping three levels.
In the past, Beehawk was just an insignificant captain, but now he is a colonel who can compete with Camouflage Uniform.
So the Bee Hawk intercepted and the camouflage uniforms really couldn't do anything to him.
Camouflage went crazy: "Honey Hawk, are you crazy?"
Bee Eagle rubbed his head with a dull look: "No, didn't everyone say they wanted to educate the newcomers and asked me to come along?"
"Then why did you break his terminal?"
It's like destroying evidence!
Bee Eagle answered seriously: "You are not allowed to play with your cell phone in the army. If you are caught, you must destroy it immediately. Besides, I am a colonel, and Lu Hang is only a lieutenant colonel. I am educating the newcomers, so I have the right to bully him like this."
The camouflage's eyes widened in anger. But he had to admit that the Bee Hawk's actions were in compliance with regulations. He could only glare at it hatefully and left with his brothers reluctantly.
Walking outside the building, the camouflage uniform cursed with disgust:
"This idiot, this idiot, relies on his official title to show off everywhere, and even calls himself a 'hero of the empire', but he doesn't even take a piss to see if he deserves it."
The younger brother quickly flattered him: "Brother, why are you angry with him? Bee Eagle is just a loser with no background. He got into our army by sheer luck. Brother, you are the strongest gunner in the First Army. If you get two more military merits, you will be promoted to major general. When the time comes, it will be Bee Eagle's turn to crawl over to you on his knees and kowtow to you."
The man in camouflage uniform raised his chin and walked with confidence: "Yeah, that little jerk."
Moreover, considering the number of years he had been in the army, it was time for him to be promoted. Coincidentally, a major general is about to retire honorably this month, leaving a vacant position.
I heard from the grapevine that the higher-ups are planning to select the best major among the existing majors and give him the rank of major general.
From the first day he arrived here, Camouflage Uniform knew that rank was the most important thing in the legion. As the saying goes, a higher-ranking official can crush a lower-ranking official. Even though major general is only one level higher than colonel, the difficulty of upgrading increases exponentially, but correspondingly, the power also increases tenfold.
For example, a major general has his own official residence, can live in a detached villa, and can appoint someone to serve as an aide to serve him.
The camo smirked.
When he is promoted to major general, he will definitely recruit Bee Hawk as his adjutant, make him serve tea and water, and suffer all kinds of humiliation.
As for the military merits to be earned...
The man in camouflage uniform paused and said to his brothers, "Go to the cafeteria and bring me food. I won't go."
"Boss, where are you going?"
"Go sign up to suppress bandits."
·
In dormitory 607, Fengying took out two registration forms and handed one to Lu Hang.
Lu Hang took it politely, but stared at him for a moment.
Bee Hawk was sweating on his forehead because of his gaze. He wiped it with a handkerchief silently, muttering:
"Why are you staring at me? I didn't bully you today."
"Are you Heinz's undercover agent?"
"ah!"
The bee hawk didn't expect that he had seen through it, and was a little overwhelmed, so he asked tentatively:
"Is it so obvious?"
"It's not obvious, I just feel that someone is helping me for no reason, there must be something going on."
Lu Hang sat aside, resting his elbows on the table, and slowly pressed the solar plexus.
Unexpectedly, the so-called undercover agent turned out to be this eagle.
The fighting power of the honey buzzard is very weak and it cannot even be ranked among the birds of prey. It seems that we can no longer rely on this "colleague" in combat.
Lu Hang was thinking. Honey Buzzard also sat aside, and as if nothing had happened, he pulled out a pack of honey cheese sticks hidden in his trouser leg and started to eat them with a crunch.
...This guy's nerves are really thick and his blunt force is strong, which makes him suitable for living in a high-pressure environment.
The more the honey buzzard ate, the more sad it looked:
"Tell me, Lord Heinz, when will you transfer us out? I'm really fed up with this damn place. Not only do I have to get up at five in the morning to do morning exercises, but I'm also not allowed to eat snacks or play with my phone. Is this a life for a human being? My ancestors worked so hard to evolve and immigrated to the capital planet, not for me to suffer here."
"I really regret it. I should have revealed that I had no intention of saving the monarch. Then I wouldn't have ended up in the First Legion."
Lu Hang: “…”
The First Legion, how many middle-class nobles tried their best to give gifts but still couldn’t get in.
When it comes to the honey buzzard, it has become "fallen".
But if you think about it carefully, although the Palace Guards have little room for promotion, they are stable, have high salaries, and can follow the emperor to various cocktail parties and eat and drink for free. It was indeed much easier than the days now.
"So let's try to get out early."
Bee Eagle took a pen and filled out the application form: "Lord Heinz asked us to sign up to suppress the bandits. He said that the conflict on the border felt a bit strange, and asked us to find out what the marshal was doing."
After they finished filling it out, Lu Hang looked at his terminal that had been split in half on the table and asked:
"Mobile phones are not allowed in the military, so how am I going to contact the outside world?"
Beehawk: "There's a courier."
·
At 3:30 in the morning, two stealthy figures sneaked into the public bathroom.
Lu Hang looked suspicious: "Are you sure there is a courier point here?"
Beehawk said confidently: "Yes, it's right here, the Cainiao Station. There will be ace agents delivering supplies to us."
"…Who is the rookie?"
"Me."
He is quite honest.
Lu Hang looked at his surroundings and just wanted to sigh.
We were lucky tonight; everyone went to bed early and no one came back from late-night training to take a shower. After waiting fearfully for ten minutes, Lu Hang finally heard the legendary "connection signal".
However, this sound actually came from the sewer.
Lu Hang lowered his head and saw a scene he would never forget...
The tender tentacles of the jellyfish pushed the drain open with a "poof", and tangled with a bunch of hair, and threw the waterproof bag in my hand up with difficulty:
"Brother, go on."
Lu Hang caught it with a messy face.
Then, the little jellyfish shrank back, "Ouch, my tentacles are tangled, help me pull my hair."
Lu Hang managed to remain calm and helped it clean up the garbage.
The little jellyfish complained: "The sewer is really not okay. My hair will break my pretty tentacles. I'll just use the toilet next time."
Lu Hang: "...as long as you are happy."
Is this the ace agent of the empire’s most powerful intelligence agency?
Little Jellyfish: The most advanced agents often only need the simplest infiltration methods.
Deep in the sewer, the little jellyfish swam away while using the waterproof terminal to report to the headquarters:
"Wow? Boss Heinz, I've completed my mission. Now I'm going to go through the sewage hole, plurplurp--"
Lu Hang turned around and asked Bee Eagle with a complicated expression:
"Are your snacks also delivered through the sewage outlet?"
Beehawk: "Yeah, it's just a little salty."
·
Lu Hang always felt that Heinz and his intelligence organization seemed a little unreliable.
And this unreliability reached its peak the next morning.
The notice to wipe out the interstellar pirates came down, a total of 1,800 people, divided into six teams.
Beehawk looked grateful: "Lord Heinz said that he has informed the higher-ups and will assign us to a harmonious and friendly team."
The two drove the mecha onto the ship, and as soon as they got off the plane, they saw their new teammates——
Camouflage uniform, and his ferocious little brothers.
Beehawk & Luhang: "..."
The Honey Buzzard was about to greet the jellyfish's eighteen generations of relatives, but Lu Hang patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to look at the other team.
He covered his mouth, shocked: "Flower Pants Boss Group!"
All you see are handsome men and beautiful women who are well-equipped, and the average height is over 182 cm. One of the leading women's eyebrows turned and she instantly realized that someone was staring at them. Her sharp eagle eyes followed the line of sight and when she reached the bottom of the honey hawk's eyes, she scared him so much that he hid backwards.
It's so scary... Don't come over and dig out his eyes.
Both are birds of prey, but with different fates.
Honey Eagle is just a rookie who got to the top by luck, but Team 2 is composed of real meritorious nobles.
Unlike the marine nobles who just eat and wait for death, Flowery Pants actually has military merits. It can be said that this elite team of 200 people in front of them, to a certain extent, represents the current highest military level of the empire.
But they have a problem -
Xenophobic, extremely xenophobic.
To what extent?
——Savoy II, grandson of Marshal Savoy I, was rejected by the Pied Pants because they thought he was a playboy who was not doing his job properly.
——Bai Ling, who had won the first-class merit for flying bird pattern when he joined the army, was called a bastard with impure blood by them.
To some extent, the Flowered Pants Gang is indeed much more difficult to get along with than the Camouflage Gang.
Therefore, the jellyfish leader’s judgment makes sense.
The Bee Hawk turned around and looked, wondering: "Hey, didn't they say there were 6 teams? Why are there only 2 of us?"
No one answered him because the admiral leading the team had already come over. Everyone straightened their chests and prepared to call the roll.
"Land Aviation."
"arrive."
Hear the sound. Major General Swimming Crab looked up in surprise.
This Lu Hang seems to be the one who was interrogated by the military last time?
He remembered. Lu Hang was suspected of letting the traitor go and was sent to him for interrogation 24 times. But this guy was extremely stubborn and refused to reveal any information. Now, he has actually come to the First Legion.
This Lu Hang seems to have some background.
Major General Swimming Crab looked at Lu Hang twice more.
The Army Aviation just happened to be standing behind the camouflage uniform. Therefore, the camouflage uniform naturally thought that the admiral was looking at him.
The younger brother said excitedly:
"Boss, the major general is looking at you. He is retiring this month. Is he planning to recommend you?"
The man in camouflage uniform said "Don't talk nonsense", but he was already very happy in his heart. Thinking that he could win the favor of the major general, he was motivated. He ran around all the way, diligently serving tea and water.
Bee Hawk raised his hand: "I want a glass of juice, too, with more sugar."
Camouflage uniform: "Get lost!"
The Bee Hawk retreated awkwardly, turned around and saw Lu Hang staring at the porthole with a frown on his face.
Lu Hang felt something was wrong: "This doesn't seem to be a route out of the atmosphere, but rather heading north of the continent."
The north of the continent is where a number of mecha mercenary groups are located.
In Lu Hang's mind, a terrible guess was gradually taking shape. In fact, he felt something was wrong when he just set out. Although six teams were announced, only two teams actually showed up.
The remaining group of soldiers only left their names, but did not come.
As if... someone would go to the front line for them.
Next, the Admiral’s announcement over the loudspeaker confirmed the Army Aviation’s deepest suspicions.
"Teams 3 to 6 have other missions to perform and cannot travel with the army. Therefore, according to the orders from our superiors, we will recruit forces from the civilian population to supplement the four teams. And your mission today is to bring the mercenaries on the list back to the ship. Do you understand?"
Is this... forced conscription of men?
But isn't this kind of thing not allowed unless it's a critical moment?
Everyone looked at each other with doubt and surprise, and finally shouted:
"Yes, sir!"
Lu Hang received the list. There, there was a familiar five-star society.
"The sound of birds and chirping birds" is Huo Yuan's club.
·
Throughout history, it was normal for every household to send someone to serve in the army when the country was in turmoil.
Waterfowl Empire is no exception.
There is a provision in the imperial law that stipulates that when the country is in danger, citizens have the responsibility and obligation to go to the front line.
In the previous 400 years, the Empire had fought two major interstellar wars, each of which was over territorial disputes with the Federation. But the empire is still wealthy, and the government spends hundreds of billions of dollars every year to maintain a huge army. Therefore, there was never a single time when the people had to go to the front lines.
Not to mention, this incident was just a "border friction" and was far from leading to the destruction of the country and the extinction of the race.
To take a step back, if the military is short of people, then special police should be used. If the police are gone, then the civilian reserve army should be used. If even the reserve forces are unfortunately killed in battle, the next step will be the turn of the Mecha Mercenary Society.
But this time, the military went against their norm and skipped the steps and went straight to the mercenary club.
Facing everyone's doubts, Major General Swimming Crab cursed inwardly: Do you think I want to do such a stupid thing?
If he wasn't about to retire, he wouldn't have taken this job.
Just like what was said above, this was originally just a "border friction". No matter how fierce the interstellar pirates were, if they ran into the regular army, it would only be a minor fight. But they didn't expect that the soldiers stationed at the border lacked weapons, and more than 30 of them died accidentally.
Since people have died, it is natural to send troops over to save face for the military.
But the question arises: who should be sent?
Everybody wants to go, but nobody wants to go.
I want to go because I can earn military merit quickly. As long as you find a way to go to the border to brush up your resume, and then have your parents, uncles and uncles "do the rounds" for you in the military, you can get promoted quickly and live a life of luxury.
I don't want to go because the young masters and young ladies are really neglecting their training. The situation at the border is complicated and people could die if you're not careful. Who would want to go there and suffer?
Therefore, the marine nobles of the Second and Third Legions united together and came up with a dirty trick.
——Recruit people and go for them.
As a result, a paranormal event occurred where there were apparently 6 teams setting out, but only 2 teams actually showed up.
Now, the Mecha Guild, which was once bustling with voices, has become dead silent. It’s not because there are no people, but because everyone’s mouths are pointed at by the military and police’s artillery, waiting to open fire if anyone speaks out in resistance.
Major General Swimming Crab stood in the position of the former president and said righteously:
"Listen carefully, you are all being exiled for our great Majesty. The frontline soldiers are fighting against interstellar pirates, but they don't have enough manpower. As a civilian force, you mecha societies have the responsibility and obligation to contribute to the country."
"If anyone deserts the battlefield and attempts to disobey orders, then I have to warn you in advance—"
The swimming crab fired a shot into the air, "bang", and the guild staff were so scared that they covered their heads and fled to the ground, trembling and not daring to move.
"If you dare to run, you will be immediately executed for defying military service!"
Everyone was terrified, and some of the less courageous ones had already started cursing and wiping away tears.
The interstellar borders are not as simple as the national borders of the 21st century. The environment in those places is often harsh, and the vacuum is filled with all kinds of deadly radiation. If you are not careful, you will get cancer or leukemia.
Even if you don't get sick, there is a high probability that you will be killed by vicious interstellar pirates.
The army has a tradition that unless they are high-ranking generals, the bodies of ordinary soldiers will never be recovered. The body is often dumped where the death occurs. Because transporting the bodies back is also a huge expense.
Therefore, once they were chosen to be exiled, the journey would definitely be dangerous.
Their parents, spouses, and children will lose contact with them forever, without even an urn to comfort them.
"If I had known this would happen... I should have apologized to my mother..."
"My daughter is only two years old. She is still young and can't live without a father!"
"No, no, I absolutely cannot go. My wife is paralyzed at home and I have to support the family. I want to send him to the best hospital for rehabilitation treatment. How can I die on the border? If he sees me in his dreams, he will cry—"
Lu Hang stood in the shadow of the corner, watching all this.
Many of these mercenaries were old acquaintances of his. Some are relatives, such as my cousin Lu Xun and my uncle, Vice President Lu. Some of them are friends, like the veteran Pelican who once taught him driving skills.
The last time he met them was at the mecha competition half a year ago.
He is a military policeman and a protector.
This time, he came to capture them and send them to the front line to die.
He is a military police officer and the perpetrator.
What's even more tragic is that people have not yet realized the filthiness of this matter.
"I can go."
Everyone stopped sobbing and suddenly looked at the speaker. Standing in the middle of the crowd was the veteran Pelican. He had a loud voice and asked questions directly to the high-ranking major general:
"But you have to tell me clearly, if I die in battle, how much compensation will be given to my family?"
"Compensation money?" The major general shook his head as if he had heard something ridiculous and said sarcastically:
"I have already said that this is your obligation and must be fulfilled."
Pelican sneered and translated his words: "So, if we die, the military won't give us a penny in compensation. Is that right?"
"I don't care how you interpret it."
"That's an admission."
"Whatever you think."
"I guess it's not that the military is short of people, but that you useless nobles don't dare to go to the front line, so you want to use our heads as substitutes! But you are vicious and evil. It's not enough to squeeze our lives dry, you are also going to take our credit and put it on those nobles. In this way, they will eat caviar and sing songs in the air-conditioned room, and there will be living people to earn military merits for them."
The Pelicans laughed loudly:
"The reason why we won't give you any compensation is very simple - the military will delete our names and replace them with the names of nobles. Since they are staying in the capital planet and not dead, you naturally can't apply for a death fund from the government system."
"We are just a bunch of scapegoats."
After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized what was going on, and then they started to curse indignantly:
"What kind of army are you? Eat shit!"
"Noble bastards, fuck your whole family!"
"Bah! You're trying to trick me into working for you. You're not even worthy of licking my ass!"
The situation gradually got out of control and the angry crowd rushed towards the gunpoint. Seeing his intentions exposed, the major general ran away in panic, holding his military cap. As he ran forward, he shouted in disgust:
"Rebellion, rebellion! Arrest all those who disobey me and execute them tomorrow!"
On the artificial continent of the capital star, you can't even find a suitable place to kill 1,000 people at one time. Because too much blood will inevitably flow into the sewers and into the ocean. Doing so will lead to strong protests from the Ocean Tribe, who will shout:
“You are polluting the environment!”
Therefore, in accordance with the Environmental Protection Law, the military sent the violent mercenaries to a professional "slaughterhouse".
It is also a famous "talent gathering place" of the empire.
——Subsidiary star, prison.
·
Wild star.
Bai Ling didn't expect that the email he sent would receive a response so quickly.
He had a lot of things on hand, so he planned to hand over the task of contacting Land to someone else. After thinking about it, only Huo Yuan had worked in the military. If it were him, the two of them should have more common topics.
Huo Yuan took over the task, feeling somewhat overwhelmed:
"I'm actually... not good at communicating with people in the military."
Bai Ling comforted him, "Don't worry, Land is an upright old man, unlike those garbage in the military who just want to eat and wait for death. I promise that you will get along well with him."
In the evening, Huo Yuan sat in his office as the sun was setting, looking absent-minded.
On his computer screen was the input field for the encrypted mailbox, with a flashing cursor that had been left idle for the entire afternoon.
For some reason, he was always restless and fidgety today, as if there was an invisible string in his head being stretched tight.
Huo Yuan looked at the lower right corner again.
Usually, during this time period, the notification icon on his communication software would jump continuously. After get off work, people in the club would get together and chat in the group. Some people talk about the weird employers they met while working on projects today, and some people take photos and show the jellyfish fragments that hit the windows of their mechas.
But today, the group was unusually quiet.
It seemed as if in an instant, everyone's terminals were taken away as if the class teacher came to check on the dormitories.
Very strange.
Huo Yuan had a subtle feeling in his heart. In an instant, he grabbed the terminal and wanted to ask Anna - after he left, Anna was appointed as the new leader and took over all affairs of the "Yaque Yousheng" club.
But after sending the message, Anna, who was always online, was also silent.
This uneasy feeling of disconnection continued until late at night.
Huo Yuan wondered if he was too neurotic. It’s just that no one is talking in the group. Maybe everyone is just too tired from work and went back to rest early?
Having said that, he lay in bed, still unable to fall asleep.
Unable to sleep, Huo Yuan simply got dressed and sat in the command cabin of the "Eye of Horus". The lights there are always on at night, which is a little comforting.
Sava is on duty tonight.
Seeing him coming, Sava raised his head as a greeting.
Huo Yuan and Sava have never gotten along well, and the two of them are always inevitably awkward when Bai Ling is not around. He replied indifferently, "Good evening", then sat down by himself, and there was no more communication after that.
Open the terminal and switch to the community interface.
It was still quiet.
There was no response from the guild, the society, and even the dozen or so small windows I knocked on.
The command cabin was very quiet, but Huo Yuan could feel his heartbeat getting heavier and heavier. He had already asked everyone he could, and he really didn't know who to turn to for help next.
Suddenly, his fingertips paused.
I nervously typed a new email and started a conversation:
"Hello, Land, I'm the person who's in charge of connecting with you. Is it convenient for me to ask you for some information?"
The other party replied immediately:
[Land]: You don’t mean the north light? Then who are you?
Huo Yuan was stumped by the question. He subconsciously glanced at the desktop on which he saw a kite. He then casually wrote:
"You can call me 'Kite'."
[Land]: Kite...paper kite, huh?
Huo Yuan: “Fuck.”
Sava looked at him in confusion. It's strange, this guy also swears sometimes.
Huo Yuan tried his best to remind himself that it was okay, this was an anonymous encrypted message, and the other party was just making associations and did not really recognize his identity.
[Land]: What do you want to ask? Is it about the Mecha Club?
Huo Yuan's heart suddenly jumped up. This Land, it’s like he can read my mind and guessed it right away. He was confused and typed the following words:
[Kite]: Yes
Huo Yuan waited nervously for a reply, but the next second, a voice request icon suddenly popped up on the interface. He dropped the terminal to the ground with shaking hands as if he was holding a hot potato.
Sava said for him, "Fuck!"
Huo Yuan didn't say a word, picked up the terminal and ran out. After hesitating for ten seconds, he pressed the voice change key, connected the voice, and slowly put the speaker to his ear.
"Is there anyone with you?"
"No."
It can be heard that the other party also used a voice changer.
Next, Land gave orders to Huo Yuan. This is an order that Huo Yuan would never accept.
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