Chapter 180: The Concubine's Advancement
As soon as Bai Ling said that he was leaving, a gloomy look appeared on his face.
But the next second, thin falcon fingers grabbed his wrist.
Yu Chen silently lowered his head to look at his hands, and heard Bai Ling's polite greeting in his ear: "I'll see Mr. D off first, and we'll talk when I come back."
Shaq's gaze stayed on the two of them for a second, and he smiled innocently: "Is it the big ship ahead? It's only a few steps away. I'll go with you to send it off."
Bai Ling was in a dilemma, considering how to reject his enthusiasm.
At this moment, a puppy came running from a distance, happily moving its furry little paws, trying to rub against the white feathers out of habit.
But as soon as it got close, its sensitive nose smelled a strange scent, and it howled in fear, as if it was being stared at by a wild beast. It immediately trembled, clamped its tail between its legs, and ran to hide behind Shaq.
Bai Ling knew that this was blood suppression, and the puppy Stop was naturally afraid of mermaids.
Shaq squatted down and petted the dog: "Oh, oh, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
The dog owner also ran over. Kidd saw this scene and said to Bai Lingqi: "Your comrade is quite popular with Stopp."
Bai Ling nodded: "He is the squad leader and he used to have a military dog."
Kidd: "No wonder, you can tell at a glance that you know how to take care of people."
He and Bai Ling stood side by side, beeping and whining for the dog to come over, but the puppy kept looking at the opposite side in panic, glancing up and then at Kidd, obviously not daring to go over.
Kidd turned his head and suddenly realized: "Oh, it's afraid of Mr. D."
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.
Finally, Shaq squatted down, picked up the puppy, stroked its fur, and tried to smooth things over in a familiar manner: "Haha, it's used to being around rough people like us, so maybe it's not used to Mr. D's smell."
The puppy grunted twice in his arms, as if responding to his words in grievance.
If Shaq hadn't said it, Kidd wouldn't have felt anything. But after Shaq said it, Kidd began to recall the previous times he met Mr. D.
It is well known that he is face-blind and recognizes people based on their physical features.
But he did remember Mr. D by smell at first sight.
Mr. D is a person who pays great attention to cleanliness, to the point of being demanding at times. There was a faint scent on his clothes, which was said to be from the servants who washed them one by one and dried them every day. After drying, you have to wash it again to make sure only one tenth of the smell remains, which is light enough and will not cover the pheromones.
This sense of cleanliness that comes from education should be considered a major advantage of males. But if placed in a chaotic and unruly army, it would stand out.
So wherever Mr. D went, those alphas with sharp noses would prick up their ears like dogs, wanting to bare their teeth at him, but intimidated by Bai Ling's authority, they dared not move.
They rejected him and did not want to accept him.
It's like the stray dogs running around are naturally hostile to purebred senior dogs.
Kidd knew that there were many people in the military camp who criticized Mr. D's extravagance, but he did not expect that Bai Ling would take the initiative to send him away.
Was there any conflict between these two people?
Kidd looked at Shaq again, and felt that the timing of his appearance was too clever. When he heard Shaq say that he wanted to send them off, he stopped him without hesitation:
"Let them go by themselves. But old squad leader, I just want to ask you about your experience in dog training. Let's talk while we walk."
When he turned around, Bai Ling elbowed him calmly, "I owe you a favor, Laoou."
Elbow bumping is a way of greeting between comrades in the military camp. It originated from the action of birds flapping their wings, meaning trust in each other and entrusting each other with their strongest flying feathers. Later, as more people drove mechas, it evolved into the Empire's characteristic "give me five".
They have been close recently and often play like this.
Kidd lowered his voice and said, "Then lend me your mecha to play with later."
"You wish."
Shaq was dragged away by Kidd. Bai Ling's tense mood relaxed a little. He turned his head inadvertently, but saw a trace of desire left in Yu Chen's eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, thinking he had seen it wrong.
"What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Bai Ling frowned and looked at him for a while, not knowing whether the fish was angry about being driven away or simply unhappy with Shaq. His tilted face had an indifferent expression, and it seemed that there was even a little...
lonely.
It could also be an illusion that the lighting is too cold.
As they were talking, they had already reached the boarding bridge, and Bai Ling asked him if he wanted a hug.
Yu Chen said, "I still don't want to hug you anymore."
He said in a joking tone: "With so many eyes watching, I'll tease Commander Bai about hanging out with his lover later."
Shaq had only been here for half a day, and he had already learned the word "mistress" from chatting with people on the way. This showed that other people didn't know how to talk about them in private.
The military camp has strict rules and regulations, and there is no room for idlers. In particular, the officers in charge must not take the lead in destroying the atmosphere and the relationships between their families and children.
Bai Ling opened his lips, wanting to say something soothing, but then he changed his mind and thought, wasn't this exactly the result he wanted when he threatened him yesterday?
Yu Chen smiled, looking relieved: "Go stay with your comrades. I'll come to see you again in two weeks. You can take medicine to abort the eggs. It's okay."
Bai Ling felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, "Then... remember to send me a message after you land."
"I will."
That was all they had to say. The scheduled departure time had arrived. The two had hugged each other when they had met again, but they had not expected to be separated so soon and to be so distant from each other.
But there is really no need for an emperor to stay in the military camp.
There is a lack of forwards, logistics, water, meat and bullets here, but the only thing that is not lacking is a high-ranking politician and old aristocrat.
Bai Ling organized her words and wanted to say something else, but in the end she just watched him leave silently.
The ship was as magnificent as a Titanic, and the searchlight cast a thin, straight shadow line on the ground. Bai Ling stood on the light side, watching him carrying the box across the dividing line between light and shadow, walking further and further away towards the dark side.
The difference in their identities meant that they couldn't be together all the time.
Just as the sun and the moon cannot blend into the same sky,
They each have their own responsibilities to shoulder, and in the days ahead, they will probably be together less and more often than not.
never mind.
Just leave that strange egg there. You can eat it if you want. It won’t kill him.
Bai Ling put his hands in his pockets, pursed his lips, and turned away.
But as he was walking on the way to the cafeteria, the mermaid's longing eyes reappeared in his mind.
What do you want?
Perhaps he wanted to stay in the barracks with a legitimate reason like everyone else.
·
Commander Bai, who was having breakfast in the cafeteria, did not know that Gorgon's luxury transport ship "Ikaros" had been forced to delay takeoff for five minutes in the name of inspecting the system. And in these short five minutes, someone carrying a cowhide box walked quickly down the bridge against the cold wind that blew his curly hair.
The AI hid in the terminal and asked suspiciously, "Master, are we really going to do this? Seriously, is this really okay with you?"
"Why not?"
"If you are caught by the mechanical bird, the supreme commander of this military camp, you may be punished by military law."
"What kind of military law?"
"Let me check... usually life imprisonment."
"oh?"
"Yes, this is a reward for you. After all, you are a homebody. Before the mechanical bird came, you hadn't gone downstairs for ten years."
Its owner insisted: "I didn't need to go downstairs."
"Then you never went to the barracks to shake hands with the soldiers when you were in power."
"I'm not an interstellar idol, why should I hold a handshake meeting?" He said in a low voice, and opened a door. The highest level combination lock was like a child's toy in his hand, and he cracked it easily.
The AI shrugged helplessly: "See, you really don't like to interact with people."
Yu Chen ignored it, observed the dim surroundings, and asked it: "Check where we are?"
AI: "Hmm... It should be in a corridor outside the cafeteria kitchen."
It couldn't help but ask politely, "What on earth inspired you to insist on doing something so...undignified?"
An emperor wants to sneak into the military camp alone? Oh my God, even the worst StarCraft screenwriter couldn't come up with such a bizarre and weird plot.
"It's not beneath my dignity," he mused. "On the contrary, it's what I've always wanted to do."
He is the emperor of the old empire, dominating everything, shrewd and calculating, and possessing countless resources. However, in terms of his role alone, he is not as useful in the military camp as a logistics soldier who can only push a cart to distribute bread. Perhaps in most people's eyes, Mr. D is only slightly more attractive than the decorative artificial flowers in the corridor.
Yu Chen had never joined the army, nor had he ever been with the troops. The week he had spent there was almost like an inspection by his superiors. He will not be involved in any substantive work, and Bai Ling will not allow others to assign him any work.
He wanted to stay with Bai Ling, and he also wanted to figure out one thing -
If he was not an emperor, not a wealthy businessman, but just an ordinary alpha stripped of his identity, would he still be able to adapt to life here like other people, and like other soldiers, personally participate in this war of national restoration on the front line.
If he discarded his servants and cooks and gave up his refined lifestyle, would he be able to...
Become Commander Bird's comrade-in-arms.
He looked towards the light source at the end of the corridor and whispered, "Perhaps I was not allowed to join the army because of today."
AI was puzzled: "Why do you express such emotion?"
His calfskin boots stepped on the dirty water in the back kitchen, but he walked more and more briskly: "Because even today, I still feel fresh about this matter. Isn't this a good thing?"
The AI was stunned, then sighed and admitted: "Your wisdom is indeed far superior to mine."
At the same time, in the operation room behind the cafeteria, a row of bionic people were standing in front of the sink, washing dishes busily.
The task of Nightingale and others is to go up and tap them when they get stuck, and restore them one by one, so as not to delay the next wave of soldiers coming to eat.
Bao Yu asked curiously: "Why can't we use a dishwasher?"
Nightingale: "Because the dishwasher won't automatically spit out the dishes on the table, but the android can just turn around."
Bao Yu looked at the bionic people who were scrubbing dishes until sparks flew, and said sympathetically, "It always feels like we are enslaving them."
Nightingale curled her lips and said, "Why didn't you alphas show any sympathy when we omegas were cleaning dishes in the kitchen eighty years ago?"
Bao Yu said lazily: "That's because I wasn't born yet. If I had been born eighty years earlier, I would definitely sympathize with you."
Nightingale: "What a big pie."
Bao Yu quickly looked at the ground: "Where is it?"
Nightingale chuckled: "You drew it."
Bao Yu: “…”
But it must be said that it is true that the logistics team is short of people. No matter how tough these bionic men are, they need to take a break and recharge after working for 10 hours, otherwise their service life will be greatly reduced - this is what the manufacturer says in the user manual.
So even if technology is highly developed, the cost of using a robot for a working class family is still higher than that of a hardworking omega or beta.
In the last century, in order to free omegas from housework, the old empire had vigorously promoted the policy of "bringing bionic butlers into families". Not only does it provide a 30% purchase subsidy for household bionic humans, but it also provides extremely cheap bionic human rental services to single mothers who cannot afford them, with prices as low as 500 star coins per month. The bionic humans can help with cooking, taking care of children, and simple tutoring.
But within a few years, this policy that seemed to benefit both the country and the people was clamored to be cancelled by the other half of the population.
Because man and woman A and man B found that the other half of the people in this country - specifically women B, women O and men O who have a uterus, once they are able to raise children independently with the help of technology, their willingness to get married or remarry is greatly reduced.
Some alphas even said, "The bionic man is a mistress sent by the state! He is here to destroy our relationship. Whenever my wife and I have a quarrel, she will call me a piece of junk and want to divorce me."
"Damn it, Isupalaiso! Provoking AO to oppose!"
It later developed into a nationwide strike, and a huge procession filled the Royal Avenue in front of the Palace Tower.
How did this matter end afterwards? ——One day, an alpha who tried to beat his wife was stabbed through by the android in the house and died on the spot.
Someone died, and now even the people who originally supported the policy are panicking. Under the strong persuasion of their relatives, the omegas drove the androids out of their homes. Because they said earnestly, "How do you know that if you get angry and hit your child one day, the android won't stab you."
Therefore the policy was cancelled.
Looking at interstellar history, it seems that every time the superiors want to give some help to the weak, they will be sabotaged by the vested interests using various means.
Isoparaiso later realized this. So he stopped openly giving benefits to those who gave birth and instead began to encourage male competition - shifting the AO conflict into an internal conflict between AA and males.
Nightingale sighed: "I really regret being born 70 years later, otherwise I would have liked to rent a gentle and lovely bionic puppy to serve me."
"You can do it!" Bao Yu appeared in front of him with a slid step, holding coriander in his mouth, and said affectionately, "Although I am not a bionic man, I can be gentle and lovely for you."
Nightingale: "...No, you're too fishy."
Bao Yu was angry: "There is no seafood that doesn't smell fishy. At least I smell better than the sea urchins in the transport team."
Nightingale: "Yes, Mr. D smells good."
"D... He's just showing off! There's no alpha as arrogant as him. He dresses like that all day long just to show off to Commander Bai--" Bao Yu kicked open the back kitchen door with disdain and walked out holding a basket of canned tomatoes.
Nightingale paused, his mouth opened into an O shape in shock, and looked ahead.
Bao Yu: "What's wrong with you..." He raised his head, "Oh my god!"
The tomato cans rolled all over the floor, and the man bent over and picked up a can.
Different from the bustling cafeteria, the corridor outside the kitchen is quiet and deserted. The light from the ceiling lamp is soft and dim, just right outlining the handsome and luxurious outline. Mr. D, who was dressed very fashionably, weighed the can and asked gently:
"I heard the logistics team is short of people. Are you still hiring?"
At that moment, Bao Yu shuddered inexplicably. He always felt that if he dared to say "no", the canned tomato in the other party's hand would definitely smash his head. He made a bowl of steaming tomato and abalone soup on the spot in this deserted corridor.
"trick……"
·
Calculating the time, Bai Ling sent a communication invitation to Yu Chen at the right time.
But I don't know what he was busy with, Yu Chen didn't answer. After a long time, he replied briefly:
[We're here, don't worry]
Bai Ling typed: [It’s good that we’re here. You should go to bed early.]
For the next three days, the two exchanged greetings as usual:
[Good morning. ]
[Good morning. ]
[Good evening, I just had dinner. ]
[I’m eating too. canned photo.jpg]
Bai Ling was a little surprised when he saw the slow reply. This old guy usually has a disordered schedule and there is often a time difference between him and him between planets, but now the two of them are actually in sync.
Moreover, the monster fish looked mentally normal, neither angry nor crazy.
It seems that he is really relieved.
No trouble this time, very good!
Bai Ling calmed down, sat on a pile of ruins and scorched earth, concentrating on opening his can of food.
Thanks to Mr. D, they have sufficient logistical funds, and their daily meals include not only canned food produced in the factory, but also fresh dishes made in the cafeteria.
However, the dishes in the cafeteria are also packaged in cans for the convenience of transportation, and the dishes are not labeled on them. The main feature is opening a blind box.
But the clever soldiers had already figured out the card pool in the cafeteria, and they also summed up a set of metaphysical experience in drawing canned food.
For example, the one that shakes the most is stewed chickpeas, which is garbage. There are N cans of it, the most available, and the worst tasting.
When you shake it, it makes a sticky "pop" sound. The R can, which is a can of creamy mashed potatoes, is pretty good.
The ones with sizzling sound are French fries with sausage, SR cans, very delicious - the seagulls in the group love this kind of cans the most.
The rarest items are the canned tomato sirloin and salmon made in the cafeteria. They appear randomly with a 5% chance, and they appear and disappear so mysteriously that there is no pattern to be found. Whether you can draw them depends entirely on luck.
Bai Ling has always had bad luck. He has a bad face and has been eating canned chickpeas for three days in a row.
Today is the fourth day. Shaq just came down from the slope after receiving the meal. He looked into his can and smiled: "Poor Xiaobai, why are there chickpeas again? I just opened a can of mashed potatoes. Let's exchange."
Bai Ling was indeed tired of eating chickpeas, so she switched with him.
Just as they were exchanging food, Bai Ling caught a glimpse and noticed someone was standing on the hill and staring at them.
In fact, you can’t say “stare”.
Because the other party was wearing a coal-mining-style all-black tactical uniform, and his eyes could not be seen at all. He was covered from head to toe with a helmet, portable night vision goggles, a closed black goggles on his face, a neck guard around his neck, and a bulletproof vest that couldn't hide his good triangle figure. Below him was a waist belt that was just the right size.
His tactical boots were tightly wrapped around his calves. He had one foot on a rock, his body slightly leaning forward, observing the mountain below.
——It was a posture that seemed ready to swoop down and kill at any time.
Who is this?
The hostility is so strong that you can smell it from 50 meters away.
Bai Ling had good eyesight. He squinted his eyes and watched for a while. He saw the armband on the other person's arm. It was from the logistics team.
Shaq also noticed the man and turned around to ask casually, "Is he someone Xiaobai knows?"
Bai Ling searched his mind and confirmed that he didn't know any tall person in the logistics team, so he shook his head and said, "No."
However, after a few days, the situation took a strange turn.
Bai Ling's luck suddenly improved explosively.
He has opened cans of delicious, juicy and meaty tomato beef brisket for three consecutive days, and was called the "SSR God" by the jealous soldiers. They even acted cute and asked to borrow his "God's Hand" to touch the cans for themselves.
Bai Ling went to the supply truck to get the meals, and after getting the bottled water, he went to the canned food area.
The person distributing the canned food happened to be the tall man who was completely black.
"Commander Bai, Commander Bai, please help me touch one!" The sunfish pestered him.
Bai Ling couldn't resist: "Okay."
He picked one from the cans and handed it to Sunfish, who blushed and couldn't wait to open it: "Open it, five-star tomato beef brisket--"
"Eh? Uh uh uh!! Why is it chickpeas? Woo woo woo doesn't work."
"It's useless! You must be a man with bad luck. Even Commander Bai's chosen one can't save you. Get out of the way and watch me. Hehe, Commander Bai, please help me touch one."
So he touched it again and opened it again.
Or chickpeas.
The next thirty or so were all chickpeas. Everyone was so angry that their faces twisted: "What's going on today? All chickpeas, not even a guaranteed mashed potato. There's something fishy here, absolutely something fishy!"
At the side, the nightingale could hardly hold back his words.
Let you bother with Niao Niao and be punished by the God of the Card Pool.
Everyone was dejected and gradually dispersed with their cans. Seeing that there were fewer people around, Bai Ling wanted to take his own portion. Before he could reach out to choose, the taciturn tall man suddenly took out a can and placed it directly in front of him.
Bai Ling said "thank you" and tucked the package under his arm.
But after jumping off the supply truck, he was suddenly stunned for a moment and looked at the bag in his right hand.
I hid aside and pried it open with a knife, but found that it was not tomato and beef brisket inside, but... another rare and delicious dish, salmon fried in lemon and olive oil.
What is this...
Manual guarantee? !
He suddenly realized what was going on and subconsciously turned to look at the tall supply truck. The silent tall man was collecting the baffle of the carriage. He was pulling the large iron sliding door forcefully. Suddenly, he stopped, as if sensing something, and looked in the direction where Bai Ling was standing.
The two looked at each other through thick goggles.
Although he couldn't see the other person's face, Bai Ling felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart. It was fleeting, but it was enough to make his heart beat faster by two seconds.
So strange.
Bai Ling called Nightingale over and asked, "Who is the newcomer? What's his name?"
Nightingale answered very fluently and preparedly: "He said his name was Hifas, with the H being silent."
It is generally popular in the empire to use one's own race as a name. Bai Ling looked it up and found that Hifas means mycelium. What...are there mushroom races in the galaxy?
What kind of mushroom can grow so tall?
Bai Ling couldn't help but imagine based on horror movies that underneath that pure black combat uniform, there might be dense mycelium supporting it.
He shuddered at his own wild thoughts and glanced at the tall man out of the corner of his eye, thinking that he was even more strange.
However, when he was about to withdraw his troops, he discovered that the other party was actually a living creature of flesh and blood.
Today's results were good. They have entered the suburbs of the largest city. According to Shaq, they have three teams of homeless immigrants in the city center, all of whom are looking forward to and excited about Bai Ling's arrival.
Bai Ling plans to bring people to contact them tomorrow.
Bring some medical supplies and do some humanitarian aid or something.
Because the tasks in the next few days were visibly easier, everyone was in a much better mood, and the soldiers who were preparing for their rest days came over to say hello, which was also a disguised way of asking for rewards.
As a superior, Bai Ling must of course give encouragement.
So he stood at the sentry post and shook hands with the soldiers who were lining up one by one.
They were so excited, "Thank you, sir!"
Bai Ling: "Yeah, you too."
As we were taking turns, a shadow appeared in front of us. It turned out to be a tall man from the logistics team. He was wearing a black night vision goggles on his helmet, which made him look even taller.
Bai Ling raised his arm as usual, waiting for the other party to touch him.
But the tall man seemed unfamiliar with it. He held his arm horizontally, then vertically, but seemed unable to find the best angle. In the end, he just touched it lightly.
Bai Ling: "Hmm?"
He remembered, oh, this guy is new.
Teach him.
Bai Ling smiled and said, "That's not the case. I'll teach you."
He grabbed the other man's arm, which was covered with arm guards, and bumped his ulna into the other man's through the thick winter military uniform, praising him lazily: "You worked hard on distributing canned food today."
The tall man paused for a second, but he learned quickly and readjusted his posture to deliver a perfect elbow strike to Commander Bai.
Not far away, Nightingale held her face and said: "Aw"
He lowered his head and typed frantically to Xiaoqun: [I had a state banquet today! (growling and chewing)]
Group member: [Where did you eat the state banquet, tell me! ]
Nightingale: [Hee hee]
Bai Ling patted the tall man's arm and said, "Not bad, come again tomorrow. Next one."
The soldier in the queue behind said sourly: "Is he pretending not to know how to do it and trying it again on purpose?"
The tall man heard it but didn't care. He walked out of the team with his chest out and his head held high, seeming very happy.
When he reached a deserted place, he pulled off his integrated helmet and goggles, broke free from the enclosed environment filled with moisture, and took a deep breath of the cold night air. She inserted her fingers into her hair to loosen the tightly bound long golden curls; even the roots of her hair were wet.
To feed you, I fed the entire camp.
I lined up with the whole battalion to elbow you.
The warm red tower lights at the front reminded people to take a break, and made his noble eyebrows and eyes look very gentle.
From then on, I had a legitimate reason.
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