Chapter 79 Make It Crazy First
Before being officially discharged from the hospital, Chris has gradually resumed training under the supervision and guidance of Lovey and Nuhra.
Besides Lovi, Louis was appearing in his ward more and more often, staying longer and longer. Before Louis officially joined the Special Operations Team, Nohra gave him an unlimited leave of absence, allowing him to finish all his work before officially joining the team.
Unfortunately, Louis is too busy to rest. Whenever he is free, he comes to the hospital to visit Chris. His main purpose is to hand over work, and occasionally he will watch Chris's training.
Lowe was usually there at such times, but he didn't say anything. He just stood silently at the back, his eyes always fixed on Louis. The person being stared at remained very calm, and was still diligently answering Chris's questions.
Chris's inquiring gaze lingered between the two of them, and he wisely chose to keep his mouth shut, even though he was very curious about what was going on between Lovi and Louis.
"...That's it. Is there anything else you don't understand?" Louis asked Chris with a smile. He had been coming here more often recently and had become much more familiar with Chris. Chris treated him as a gentle and professional senior.
This was tough on Lowe. Sometimes he looked at Chris with a hint of resentment, but Lowe himself explained, "I'm not targeting you, dear. I just hate why some people won't talk to me properly."
Chris didn't say anything, but secretly observed Louis' reaction out of the corner of his eye. Louis, who was also at the scene, lowered his eyes and looked at a certain place on the ground, but did not intend to respond.
Chris now felt like a child caught in the middle of his parents' quarrel. He had no choice but to speak up and try to change the subject: "I don't have any more questions, thank you."
"It's almost time for today. Thank you for your hard work, Louis." Chris politely expressed his intention to end the conversation. Louis nodded hurriedly and quickly left the ward. Lovi followed Louis' footsteps and left again.
Tomorrow is the day Chris is discharged from the hospital, and it is also the day he needs to officially take up his post in the Seventh Army. Anticipation and nervousness are surging in his heart.
When Nuhra returned, she happened to see Corris, dressed in his official military uniform and pinning on his chest the Seventh Army's special insignia. Nuhra stood by for a moment, watching with great interest, admiring Corris's presence.
"How is it?" Chris looked through the mirror and had already spotted Nuhra standing behind him. He looked up and buttoned the top button of his coat in the mirror.
"It's a pleasure to the eyes." Nuhra applauded Chris, walked up to him face to face, and straightened Chris's collar, which was buttoned inward when he was wearing his clothes.
"You're going to be my little follower in the Seventh Army tomorrow. What do you think?" Nuhra asked with a smile, pulling Corris's collar into a straight shape.
Chris also laughed and held Nuhra's hand as she straightened his collar: "I'm nervous, and nervous... Can you comfort me, brother?" Chris said half jokingly and half seriously.
Nuhra raised his eyebrows and asked Chris seriously, "What comfort do you want?" He leaned forward and kissed Chris's dry lips.
Chris originally wanted to suggest some extreme intimate behavior, but he didn't want to dirty the clothes he would wear out tomorrow, so he had to silently accept Nuhra's kiss as a comfort.
Seeing that Korris didn't say anything, Nuhra insisted on kissing him. Korris finally blushed and gently pushed Nuhra away. "I've been comforted..." he said, forcing himself to kiss her back.
Nuhra looked at Kris with interest and let him lead them to the sofa. Unexpectedly, Kris didn't continue flirting with him, but instead spoke seriously about other matters. "Brother, do I need to disguise myself? After all, my identity is already known to many people. Will anyone doubt our relationship..."
This question troubled him for several days. Chris thought Nuhra would take some action, but Nuhra did not respond. Chris was still worried, and finally could not help but asked.
"Now that things have come to this, there's no point in hiding it anymore," Nuhra picked up the teapot on the table in front of her, poured a cup for Chris first, and then poured for herself, "You appeared by my side in one piece, and the traitor in the military couldn't sit still, so he had the chance to show his true colors." Nuhra sipped his tea leisurely, glancing at Chris without leaving a trace.
Nuhra pointed out the current situation in a not-so-subtle way, and Coris already knew that whether he liked it or not, he had now become the weather vane of the situation. If Coris appeared intact next to Nuhra, who had not been completely suspended, the position of the highest level of the empire would be self-evident.
Here, only those who make the rules can truly influence the situation. Prime Minister Amiya who approached Corres was such a person, Marshal Claire who got angry in the military was such a person, and Emperor Clarence who issued an order in the palace to keep Nuhra in his position was also such a person... Corres was just a useful bait, and even Nuhra was helpless.
A sudden chill ran through Kris's body. He didn't blame anyone, but a certain absurd thought had occurred to him. Nuhra placed the teacup firmly back on the table. The gazes from the people beside her were too piercing to ignore.
Nuhra sensed something and turned to look at Chris. Chris had a blank expression on his face, but the next second he threw himself into Nuhra's arms, his voice muffled: "...When will you retire?"
"What did you say?" Nuhra didn't react at first, but he subconsciously caught Corris in front of him.
Coris knew that he had spoken out of turn, and that his fear of imperial politics was his own business. He could not ask Nuhra to give up the foundation of so many years of struggle because of his ideas... Besides, Coris himself enjoyed the benefits of Nuhra's position, but in the end he wanted Nuhra to get rid of the risks brought by his duties.
Kris shook his head in Nuhra's arms, hiding the momentary wavering in his heart. Nuhra belatedly understood what Kris meant. He sighed, and Kris's embrace tightened. "Unfortunately, if I want to retire, I'll have to wait at least another forty or fifty years..."
"But I am willing to take you away from here. If you don't like the capital planet, I can apply to be transferred to the planet you like. You can travel around the universe on a starship and go anywhere you want..." Nuhra said seriously, and the heartbeat in her chest resonated with Corris at this moment.
"Okay, then you have to stay by my side," Chris said jokingly, his mood having improved considerably. He was just feeling a little down for a moment, but he felt better once he figured it out.
"I know you're worried about me and a little scared. That's normal..." After some joking, Nuhra continued to persuade Corris earnestly, "Not everyone can adapt to this pace of life, and not everyone wants to have their every move watched. Please believe me, this will all pass soon."
Chris didn't say anything, but just nodded in Nuhra's arms, missing the warmth from Nuhra's body. After a while, he slowly pulled himself out of it.
"Okay, go to bed early. You will be discharged from the hospital and go to work tomorrow." Chris's eyes were slightly red, and Nuhra was unable to say anything else. She had forgotten all the principles and gently touched the corner of Chris's eyes with her fingers in pity.
"I'm fine..." Chris recovered, feeling embarrassed. He pretended to change his clothes, stood up, and quickly left the sofa. Nuhra laughed, but he didn't intend to expose this fact.
Chris went into the cloakroom and showed no intention of coming out for a while. Nuhra stood there alone, and influenced by Chris's question, she rarely thought about the possibility of retirement.
From the moment he joined the Imperial Army, Nuhra was prepared to work until the day he died... Or rather, he had thought the same when he was a pirate, and this was the inevitable future of the path he had chosen.
If Nuhra was still single, he wouldn't have to think about whether he needed to leave his current environment or leave the system completely... But the appearance of Corris gave Nuhra the opportunity to consider these things.
Does he have to stay here, or is he forced to stay here? Even Nuhra himself can't quite put his finger on it. The people of his home planet live peacefully and contentedly, and the interstellar criminals led by Sered will surely not cause any more trouble after the upcoming decisive battle... So where will Nuhra go? Will he continue to sit in his office or at the starship command center, living the same life as before?
Nohra found herself never trying to think deeply about these questions.
At this moment, an idea emerged in Nuhra's mind. Maybe after this time, he could take Chris to have a good rest and make up for their missed honeymoon.
Nuhra came back to his senses and found that Chris had not come out of the locker room yet. He frowned and called out, "Baby, are you okay?" Chris just walked out of the locker room, "What's wrong?" The military uniform had been taken off and replaced by a silk nightgown that was loosely wrapped around his body.
"It's okay." Nuhra felt relieved and walked towards Corris. She stared at the young man's puzzled eyes, and her hand quietly touched the belt of her nightgown. She invited him ambiguously: "Why don't we take a bath together before dinner?"
Without waiting for Kris to speak, Nuhra, a man of action, dragged Kris's robe towards the bathroom without question. To avoid exposing herself, Kris, with a hint of joy in her resignation, followed Nuhra's steps and stumbled into the bathroom.
The bathtub wasn't quite full yet, but clear water was gradually rising from the shallow layer at the bottom. Nuhra took off his clothes one by one and stepped into the tub first, stirring up a small wave. With a look that was both provocative and alluring, he called out to the woman who was still standing there. His voice was soft, like a siren on a reef, sometimes near and sometimes far: "I find my comfort isn't enough... Do you need more?"
Without taking off his robe, Kris silently stepped into the bathtub. Nuhra opened her arms and gave everything to Kris...
Time seemed to be extended infinitely, until the end of the universe, everything returned to tranquility, and desires melted away in breathing.
Chris's body has fully recovered, and it can even be said that he is healthier than before he was admitted to the hospital. Chris can finally let Nuhra sit on his lap and hold him completely in her arms.
They bathed in a pool of aromatic oils and bath salts, sharing the same fragrance, and sat quietly. Nuhra slowly smoothed back Kris's damp hair, revealing his increasingly handsome and straight features, which exuded the youthful vigor.
"After this is over, let's go on a honeymoon, okay? The military still owes me a few years of vacation." Nuhra discussed this with Kris in a gentle voice. Unexpectedly, Kris covered his mouth with a serious face and said, "You can't say this in advance. What if it turns out to be a reverse prophecy?"
Chris thought of the many war TV dramas he had watched in modern times. Once the protagonist said something like "I'll marry you when I come back", the result would be either serious injury or death... The decisive battle was imminent, and even if Chris was too superstitious, he selfishly didn't want to hear such words.
Nuhra closed his mouth and blinked, his eyelashes stained with water trembling. His warm lips touched the palm of Chris's hand, which was a little cold after he took it out of the water. Chris then took his hand away.
"I haven't heard of such a situation... It won't happen again in the future." Although Nuhra didn't know where Chris heard these messy little taboos from, as long as Chris felt at ease, he would cooperate.
"...Uh, I just found it randomly on Starnet." Corris shifted his gaze slightly deliberately. Nuhra felt strange and did not ask any further questions.
Kris was too relaxed in front of Nuhra, nearly exposing his differences from everyone else here. He didn't want to hide the truth about his time travel forever, and now was clearly not the right time—he and Nuhra were sitting naked in the bathtub, their bodies pressed together.
Chris wanted to explain a few more words, but his stomach was empty after the physical labor and he let out a series of hungry cries. Chris's face suddenly turned red, which was not the case even when he was in close contact with Nuhra.
Nuhra was stunned for a moment, then he burst into a hearty laugh: "We have to let this gentleman go to eat quickly, otherwise it will be my fault." As he said that, he got up from Corris, and the water rushed down.
Kris ducked his head to hide his blush, following Nuhra. They dried themselves and changed into matching bathrobes. Dinner was served a little later than usual, and the intelligent butler thoughtfully manipulated the robotic arm to transfer the still-steaming delicacies to the table.
If the rumbling of Chris's stomach in the bathtub was a coincidence, Chris was really hungry as he drooled over the rich dinner. He cast aside his embarrassment and rushed to the dining table without distraction to replenish his energy.
More than ten hours later, the same dining table, the same position, the same two people, the only difference was Chris's mood, and the bathrobes they wore were replaced with military uniforms.
The early morning sunlight shines through the glass, refracts, and stays on the marble dining table, leaving behind mottled light and shadows.
First, Kris sat down, then Nuhra... Then they stood up, and Nuhra walked over to Kris. Nuhra took Kris's Seventh Army badge, but didn't put it on him as expected. He said, "The Seventh Army has a commissioning ceremony... Although you don't have a rank yet and are temporarily joining the Seventh Army, you are still a member of the Seventh Army. I will personally present you with this badge at this morning's meeting."
In the morning light, Nuhra's face was so resolute, and the lazy, playful and inquiring expressions on his face that he usually had disappeared. The man standing in front of Corris was a real commander.
"Let's go, or we'll be late." He carefully put away the badge belonging to Chris and was the first to leave the ward. Chris had lived in this place for nearly two weeks, and now that he finally had the chance to leave, his mood brightened considerably. He longed to go home - to the villa near the Vincent Military Academy.
The moment he stepped out of the ward, Chris knew that he was about to get into work mode. He was no longer a cadet accompanying Nuhra to visit the training base, but the assistant adjutant of General Nuhra.
Following the work rules and Louis' instructions, Chris walked steadily after Nuhra, one in front and one behind, and entered the elevator smoothly. When they arrived at the garage, the hovercar that Nuhra usually rode in was not there, and Louis, who was waiting by the car, was also not there.
Chris kept counting the time in his mind, quickened his pace before Nuhra approached the vehicle, walked to the door first, held the cabin door steady for Nuhra, waited for Nuhra to sit smoothly on the back seat of the aircraft, and then sat in the front seat himself, completing each step in an orderly manner according to Louis' requirements.
Nuhra didn't say anything, but just watched Chris's actions silently in the back row; although Chris seemed a little flustered due to his nervous movements, he finally completed what he was supposed to do.
Last time, in order to take care of Chris who didn't sleep well, it took more than an hour to get to the base by hover car. This time, I took a flying vehicle and arrived at the destination in about 20 minutes.
Without any fanfare or fanfare, the aircraft quietly landed on the tarmac in front of the base's office building. Chris got out of the aircraft first, waiting for Nuhra, and the two of them quickly entered the building.
Nuhra finally said his first words after leaving the house: "Give me the schedule." Chris was well prepared and handed the internal work terminal to Nuhra.
"Have you arranged the morning meeting?" Nuhra asked Chris, flipping through the documents on her terminal. Chris had spent all his free time yesterday planning these things, and with Louis by his side, he answered confidently, "Yes, it's all arranged. We can start the meeting anytime."
Nuhra hummed a "hmm" without further comment. He continued walking towards the office, while Kris followed behind him, not looking away. When they were almost at the office, Nuhra handed the terminal back to Kris. "Remind me when there's a meeting."
Chris stood at his new workstation, nodding hurriedly as he watched Nuhra walk into the office. With no one around, he finally had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief, secretly clenching his fists and encouraging himself.
Not long after Nuhra entered the office, other personnel from the Seventh Army came to deliver various confidential documents and files. From time to time, people called the terminal for communication, including all kinds of matters. Chris's first job was to simplify and classify all the incoming information, and then report it to Nuhra.
Even though Chris had already imagined how busy this position would be, he still couldn't suddenly become superhuman and arrange all the work... Thinking of this, Chris admired Louis even more. How could he complete every task so calmly?
Work didn't give Chris the chance to let his mind wander. The next second, the alarm on his terminal rang, reminding Nuhra to leave for the morning meeting. As quickly as he could, he grabbed the terminal loaded with meeting materials and pressed the pager button to connect to Nuhra's office.
Before Kris could say anything, Nuhra emerged from his office. Kris released the button and followed Nuhra's steps. They reached the conference room, where the other senior officers of the Seventh Army were already seated, including the group Kris had met at his home.
When they met for the first time, some people recognized Chris, but they just pretended not to see him and lowered their heads to prepare the report at hand.
Chris found the secretary's seat for recording the meeting and sat down, forcibly blocking out irrelevant thoughts and waiting earnestly for the meeting to officially begin.
Nuhra flipped through the briefing placed on the main seat in the conference room and ordered in a flat tone: "Report one by one, starting with Colonel Dominic." Then, the entire conference room was like a precision instrument, and each participant was like a gear in the machine, performing his or her duties and reporting on his or her work content.
Sometimes Nuhra was lost in thought, recording content on his terminal; sometimes he looked directly at the spokesperson, asked pointed questions, and inquired about every detail... He was strategizing and commanding the overall situation. This was Nuhra as the commander of the Seventh Army, and this was the side of him that Corris truly knew.
The meeting with mid- and high-level officers lasted nearly two hours before quickly moving on to the next step. Today was the army's monthly mobilization meeting, and all soldiers of the Seventh Army would be watching the live broadcast. On the central device in front of Kris, red dots representing various receiving terminals lit up one after another, representing the vast number of Seventh Army soldiers behind them...
"Krisnar." Nuhra looked in the direction of Kris and called his name. Kris subconsciously stood up and saluted Kris: "Yes!"
"Please come forward." Nuhra gave him a faint smile, then her expression returned to a serious one. Holding his breath, Chris stepped forward, under the gazes of everyone, visible and invisible.
Nuhra found the badge belonging to Corris from somewhere, and in the presence of all the people in the Seventh Army, she solemnly and carefully fastened the badge on him.
At this moment, everything was silent. Kris and Nuhra stood together under the dazzling white light, as if they were the only ones left in the world... Kris's heart was pounding. The man in front of him was his predecessor, his commander, the one to whom he was willing to give his loyalty and life!
"As a rule, every new soldier joining the Seventh Army has this awareness, but your joining is unique, so I've decided to award you a special rank... Welcome to the Seventh Army, Kris," Nuhra explained warmly, adjusting his badge. As soon as she finished speaking, applause erupted in the conference room, and Kris woke up from his dream. He had truly become a member of the Seventh Army.
Kris was so excited that he didn't know how he got back to his secretary's seat. Nuhra's meeting wasn't over yet, and now he was going to give a speech to all the soldiers of the Seventh Army.
The content is very simple, it is nothing more than explaining the current situation and the next work content to everyone, but the smart thing about Nuhra is that he never talks about big principles, he only analyzes the pros and cons of actions for others, as well as what should and can be done.
Simple and easy to understand, and down-to-earth, this is Nuhra's communication style. It doesn't take long for him to fully instill what he wants to say into everyone's mind.
"Today's meeting ends here. Adjourn." After about fifteen minutes, Nuhra concluded her speech and proposed the meeting's adjournment. "Please complete all tasks as quickly as possible... Chris, follow me."
The others left the meeting room, and Kris walked over to Nuhra, who was still sitting there. He handed Kris something that looked like a hard drive and instructed, "Send it to Director Anji in the Logistics Office. Don't rush back after you deliver it. Just walk around the base and familiarize yourself with the environment."
Chris nodded, took the hard drive handed to him by Nuhra, turned around and left the meeting room, leaving Nuhra in the meeting room doing nothing.
Thanks to his pre-study of the base map, Chris arrived at the logistics office without incident. He happened to see Director Angie coming out of the office. She recognized Chris and greeted him, "Hello, is this Chris?"
Kris was nervous at the unsolicited greeting, and replied with a tense expression, "Yes... Hello, Director An, this is the information the admiral asked me to deliver." He handed the hard drive to Angie with both hands. Angie glanced at the object in his hands in surprise, but finally took it. "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Corris smiled and replied fluently: "You're welcome. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
Angie smiled and waved her hand, saying gently, "Okay, bye." She seemed to be on her way to a meeting somewhere else when she ran into Chris who came to deliver some information.
After successfully completing his mission, Kris planned to follow Nuhra's instructions and wander aimlessly around the base, observing everything. Kris's feet involuntarily led him to the Seventh Army's training grounds, where many people recognized him because he had just appeared at the morning meeting.
Most of the teams were training on the training ground. Chris was embarrassed to disturb them, so he had to watch from a distance, trying to understand the Seventh Army's training situation and learn from them.
"Hey, hey! That's who, oh, Assistant Adjutant, Assistant Adjutant!" He vaguely heard someone behind him calling him in a low voice. He turned around in confusion and saw a small group of soldiers resting under a tree. Their expressions were filled with undisguised curiosity and mockery hidden in the details.
The man came with bad intentions, and Chris became alert almost immediately. Although his attitude on the surface was still friendly, Chris sincerely hoped that his luck would not be so bad that he would meet a veteran right at the beginning.
"Everyone, is there anything I can help you with?" Chris chose the most common opening remarks, hoping to find out the real attitude of this group of people.
"Nothing, I just wanted to get to know you, Adjutant." The dark-skinned, burly man in the lead waved his hand innocently. "You're new here, so you should get to know everyone better. Adjutant Louis did the same thing before."
Chris smiled genuinely, observing the man's slick, pretentious demeanor with a cold heart. He replied, "You're right. It's my first day on the job, and I still have a lot to learn from you seniors."
The group looked at each other and burst into malicious laughter. He remained unmoved, standing before them with a polite smile on his face.
"I see that you are so young, still a military academy student, yet you have the opportunity to come to the Seventh Army and serve as an adjutant beside the general. It's more glorious than Louis did in his time. You must be a better fighter than Louis, right?" The monkey-like man next to the leader stopped laughing, and his gleaming eyes moved around Chris, secretly evaluating Chris's abilities.
"Colonel Louis's abilities are indeed outstanding, and they are also my goal to learn from. Thank you for your reminders." Chris just didn't want to do what they wanted, and his answers were nothing more than some specious clichés.
Seeing that Kris didn't accept the challenge, the leading burly man frowned. Then he stood up in a frivolous manner and approached Kris like a mountain, almost enveloping him. He raised his chin provocatively at Kris and said, "How about a competition with us?"
Chris finally made a look of sudden enlightenment. "So that's what you all mean. I understand." He didn't retreat a single step, facing the soldier's pretentious pressure head-on. "But I was injured some time ago and just got out of the hospital. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for me to compete with you all."
Others didn't know the details of Chris's injury and just thought he was timid... For a moment, everyone's eyes were full of contempt, but Chris remained unmoved and glanced at everyone present with a smile.
Among this group of people, there were a few who didn't want to cause trouble and didn't agree with them. They were caught off guard and looked at Chris. They quickly looked away embarrassedly and didn't say anything.
The thin, monkey-like man also stood up. He was probably the second-in-command of the group, acting as a military advisor, and his words had a certain degree of force. "In my opinion, we shouldn't bully the newcomers... It's you! Go and fight Adjutant Corris for a few moves?"
The soldier whose name was called stood up with a hint of excitement. His stature was small among the group, but he didn't look malnourished like the monkey strategist. The man stared directly at Kris and walked towards him. The large leader made way for him. Kris stood still, calmly responding to his opponent's gaze while he assessed his strength.
If it were a shooting competition, Curris might still worry about embarrassment, but when it came to close combat, he was somewhat confident. Although the original owner had suffered a great disaster, and Curris had forgotten some things after traveling through time, the muscle memory from the intense training still existed... Moreover, Curris had studied under Joan Davis, the most powerful student in the Operations Department of Vincent Military Academy in recent years. Even Nuhra had taught him for a period of time. Curris didn't think he would lose too badly.
However, just in case, Kris still planned to use a little trick. His opponent was already in front of him, and because of Kris's repeated concessions just now, the soldier almost thought Kris was a fool and did not regard him as a threat at all.
"Jack of the Fifth Squadron, Operations Department... Adjutant Collis, I'm honored." Jack lazily cupped his fist and assumed a fighting stance. Collis nodded cautiously, saying nothing, and also took up his fighting stance. He deliberately wore a nervous expression, confusing everyone present. Everyone felt that Collis was vulnerable and intimidated.
He kept his eyes on Jack in front of him. At this moment, Jack suddenly took a step forward and threw a powerful right hook, which hit Chris's face with a sound of breaking wind!
Kris's eyes glared, and he dodged sideways, his hands clasped across his chest in a defensive stance. The crowd erupted in boos, each one watching the situation on the field with the intention of mocking Kris and watching him make a fool of himself.
As the focus of the crowd, Chris was not shaken by external things. He had been secretly observing Jack's moves. For this, he was willing to take a few more punches. Chris knew very well that if he could not defeat Jack beautifully this time, it would greatly affect his foothold in the Seventh Army... Therefore, Chris clenched his back teeth, and with fighting spirit burning in his chest, he was determined to knock this man to the ground!
Jack was slightly surprised for a second when he saw that his first move failed to hit the target, but he quickly attributed it to Chris's luck, adjusted his breathing and continued to attack.
Jack tried a few more moves tentatively, but they were all dodged or absorbed by Chris. However, Chris never launched an attack and just kept avoiding them.
Those with lower skills were still complacent, thinking that they had a sure win, while those who were a little more knowledgeable gradually felt that something was wrong. They stopped talking for a while and just focused on the situation on the field.
More and more people gathered on the field, and other teams came to watch the fun during the break. They originally thought that they were sparring with each other, but after seeing the two sides on the field, their expressions became a little complicated.
Jack was completely enraged by Curris' passive attitude. He shouted loudly and swung his punches faster and faster. Curris tried his best to dodge, but was still knocked back repeatedly. Curris didn't react in time to the last few blows. Jack punched him in the stomach first, and then punched him in the cheek.
Curris took both blows, stumbling backwards and collapsing on the ground. A cry of surprise erupted from the training ground. Jack was overjoyed. After such a long period of frustration, he finally had a complete victory. Seeing Curris still struggling to get up, he rushed forward and beat him until he could no longer stand...
Many people on the scene saw what Jack was going to do next. Some people turned their heads away reluctantly, not wanting to see the overly tragic scene, but no one spoke out to stop him. Everyone was more or less dissatisfied with this airborne military cadet, and wanted to see what level this person was at. Now it seems that he is indeed not very good.
Kris, knocked to the ground, spat out the blood foam from his mouth. A smile of confidence crept onto his face. His mind was incredibly clear, and he finally understood what Nuhra meant by "conquering the masses with strength." Now was the perfect time for him to use force to convince reason...
Jack's rush seemed to have gone into slow motion. Chris held his breath, seized the opportunity, activated the core strength of his waist, and jumped up from the ground like a carp, stretched out his legs, formed a scissors stance and clamped Jack's head... With lightning speed, he raised his waist, twisted his body, and clamped Jack's red and swollen head tightly, flipping him to the ground, without forgetting to hold him down tightly.
Jack struggled to breathe and slapped Curris desperately, trying to get him to let go, but Curris only tightened his grip. The court fell silent. No one had expected Curris to pull off such a comeback. The initial instigators were furious, but Jack was still in Curris's clutches and couldn't just walk away.
"Hey, let's talk it over, let's talk it over!" Seeing Jack about to faint with his eyes rolled back, the monkey strategist rushed out to smooth things over. "We misunderstood Adjutant Corris. I apologize on behalf of these fools."
After hearing this, Chris finally let go of Jack. Jack was finally able to breathe in fresh air. He couldn't even get up, lying on the ground panting like a stray dog.
Even though he was injured, Corris stood up steadily, brushed off the dust from his uniform, and his signature kind smile reappeared. "I'm sorry I couldn't practice to my heart's content... I've been in the hospital for a while and haven't been able to train much."
"But I think it's best to stop training at a certain point, right?" Corris looked meaningfully at the group of sullen soldiers. "It's boring to have one's own people fighting one's own people."
"Fortunately, I've also learned something. The earnest teachings of my predecessors are not only engraved in my heart, but also fully recorded on video..." Chris smiled modestly and touched the first button on his chest - this is the monitoring device that every adjutant must wear, and it surprisingly played a subtle role at this time. "I hope this matter ends here. What do you think?"
The spectators on the field looked at Corris standing alone in the middle of the training ground, then looked at the group of people who wished they could disappear from the spot, and made their own judgments in their hearts.
When the skinny military advisor saw that he had a way out, he didn't care about his face anymore. After all, Chris had said this much. If they angered this great god again, who knew whether Chris would strangle them or directly hand the video to Nuhra?
"That's enough, that's enough!" The skinny monkey smiled flatteringly at Chris, and together with a few others, he helped Jack to his feet. The matter came to a temporary end, but no one showed any intention of leaving, their eyes focused on the protagonist Chris.
He was seen walking forward with a smile on his face and his eyes fixed straight ahead, as if he was about to leave. Everyone was tactful and made way for him in the crowd, watching him walk away.
Looking back, the troublemakers had already fled in disgrace, and everyone had finally dispersed. At this moment, some people secretly applauded Kress's actions, because these ruffians had been bullying others for a long time and were finally being dealt with. Some people began to change their minds about Kress and began to accept him as a member of the Seventh Army. Others were dismissive of Kress, thinking he was just a lucky idiot... In short, Kress had a place in the Seventh Army.
When Chris returned to Nuhra's office, the matter had already been heard by others. Nuhra ordered that this group of people must be dealt with according to military regulations, and the officers in charge of them must also conduct self-criticism.
The adrenaline rush wore off, and Kris's wound began to ache, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. He struggled back to his desk, sat down with a grimace, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Before Chris had time to rest for a while, he was called into the office by Nuhra's pager. He cheered up, pretended to be calm, knocked on the door and went in. Nuhra was leaning against the desk with his arms folded, with a look of surprise on his face. On the desk was a medical box full of medicines.
"Adjutant Corris, are you good at fighting?" Nuhra said in a flat tone.
Corris's face was a little pale. He forced a smile and slowly walked to Nuhra. He put him on Nuhra's shoulders and whispered, "Yeah, don't you praise me?"
Nuhra couldn't say anything harsh to such a Kris. There were reasons why Kris was targeted by others. If the situation was not serious, Nuhra would not have transferred Kris to the Seventh Army in a hurry... Thinking of this, Nuhra only blamed himself and felt extremely guilty.
He sighed, laid Kris down on the counseling couch, and then had the robotic arm bring the medical kit over. Lying on Nuhra's brand new, clean leather couch, Kris pouted, disgusted with the dust on himself, and tried to bargain with Nuhra: "Brother, I want to take a shower."
Nuhra coldly rejected him: "Apply medicine first, otherwise, forget it." A higher-ranking official could crush someone, so Corris had no choice but to accept Nuhra's request, but he still refused to give up: "It hurts a little, brother, can you help distract me a little?"
When Corris said this, Nuhra suddenly remembered something. His originally stern face suddenly showed a strange expression. Then Nuhra said softly, "Intelligent system, play the latest hot news."
Chris was about to complain about Nuhra's lack of understanding of romance, but before he could open his mouth, the news report grabbed his attention: "According to a joint announcement from the Imperial Council of State, the Imperial Ministry of Military Affairs, the Imperial Guard, and the National Guard: former Imperial Lieutenant General Bruno Nar, former Imperial Lieutenant General Isaac Johnson, and former Deputy Minister of Commerce Elizabeth Antonova have been suspended from their posts and are under investigation..."
Corris was speechless, which, in a sense, did succeed in distracting him.
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