No matter how noisy it was outside, Lin Sheng was still Lin after all, and no one could do anything to him for the time being.

Despite this, Lin Sheng and the first heir were still overwhelmed. They had to deal with the topics on the star network, greet the military, and keep the royal family a secret. They were so busy that they had no time to rest.

Unlike Shengshi Research Institute, which stepped into the quicksand pit, Bai's Research Institute successfully waited for the finals of the main star area.

If he won this game, Bai Li would be able to participate in the finals.

On the day of the game, virtual projections of the white01 model and the opponent CL-17 model hovered over the main stadium, and the audience was noisy.

"There are quite a lot of people here today. I ran into several people from the military at the door," Han Miao walked to his seat with a few bottles of drinks, "They took their leave to watch the game. Hey, where's Jiang Hao? Isn't he on leave today too?"

"I heard that the higher-ups wanted to see him for something," Chen Nan took two bottles of drinks and handed one to Lu Zhao, "He said he'd be back soon, right?"

Lu Zhao came back to his senses and said "hmm".

He didn't sleep very well at night. Bai Li woke him up in the middle of the night because she couldn't sleep well. After that, he closed his eyes and started to have messy dreams.

After the previous accident in the game that was so coincidental that it was a little unacceptable, he had been a little nervous about Bai Li's next game.

He began to understand Bai Li's previous cautiousness. Knowing that there is a sword hanging over your head that could fall at any time and you have to grope your way forward in the dark, this feeling can really make people lose sleep.

However, Master Bai has already crossed that hurdle. He woke up in high spirits in the morning, read all the jokes on Starnet that scolded Lin Sheng, and came to the competition in high spirits.

The enemy's defeat is the greatest comfort to our army.

Bai Li was comforted and refreshed, and even listened to Situ's nagging with a little more patience.

"I'm talking to you, you have to be careful," Situ said again, "CL-17 is a special model. The driver opposite is a retired veteran of the Second Legion. He has experienced many battles and beats people like a grandson..."

Bai Li was unhappy: "How can I be the same as others?"

"Okay, you are awesome," Situ said, "You have a higher score, so beating you is the same as beating a son, right?"

It's no wonder that Situ repeatedly explained that today's game is too crucial.

To everyone's surprise, the two mechas that entered the finals of the main star zone selection competition were not heavily armored.

white01 Needless to say, CL-17 is not a typical mainstream mecha of the Empire. It focuses on side defense and can even resist some attacks from heavy armor, but it requires a high level of physical fitness and mental strength from the driver, so the person who can drive the CL-17 must be very strong.

The other driver is a fierce-looking veteran who left the military early for personal reasons a few years ago. I heard that he was also a tough guy in the past. This

is the first time that White01 faces a model that is as unconventional as himself. Bai Li is going to fight an opponent with outstanding strength.

Putting on the helmet, Bai Li patted Situ on the shoulder.

"Get ready," Bai Li said, "When I step down later, cheer louder."

Situ pushed him and pushed him to the main stage.

The main stage was full of starlight, and the projection of white01 fell on the ground, splashing scattered spots of light.

The driver of CL-17 also walked onto the main stage under the lights, holding a helmet in his hand, his eyes fixed on Bai Li.

This man had a fierce look on his face, but Young Master Bai was always arrogant and gave the other party a thumbs up in a provocative manner.

The driver of CL-17 was stunned for a moment, then pulled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a fake smile. It

was the first time that Bai Li saw someone smile so murderously, as if he had some deep hatred with him.

The drivers of both sides took their positions, and the last qualifying match of the main competition area began.

"One of the two players will qualify for the finals, and the two non-heavy mechas will finally meet today--" the commentator's excited voice rang out, "-- let's wait and see! The game begins!"

On the holographic projection, a ruin appeared after a brief darkness.

Bai Li's vision had just been restored when he heard the detector screaming desperately.

His spawn point fell on the top floor of a building ruin, and his left foot was stuck directly in the gap.

If the white01 model had not reduced the pressure on the driver to a certain extent, and if it had not used Zhou's composite material so it was strong enough, Bai Li estimated that he would have lost half his life here at the beginning.

And the CL-17's spawn point was two meters away from him.

The opponent landed on the ruins with incomparable precision, and the landing point was not much different from Bai Li, but the other party was completely unscathed.

This opening was not just a matter of bad luck. The audience was cursing and the commentator simply forgot the words.

After a careful investigation after the main system failure, there was no problem at all, but for some reason, Bai Li was the only one who was caught in the trap. Even the race team was a little murmured, wondering if the fallen leader had really done something.

Bai Li's heart fell into an ice cave, and he had no time to curse the shit world consciousness. He concentrated his mental strength and tried to pull his left leg out of the gap.

The driver of the CL-17 stood there for two seconds, and suddenly took a step forward.

The muzzle of the ion cannon mounted on White01's shoulder opened quickly, but before Bai Li could fire, the CL-17 model reached out to him.

Bai Li didn't understand what was going on.

Seeing that he didn't react, the driver of the CL-17 pointed to Bai Li's stuck left leg and made a gesture to pull it up.

During the competition, the two mechas could not communicate and could only rely on gestures. After the gesture, CL-17 reached out again.

Bai Li understood what he meant this time. He raised his hand to hold CL-17's hand to stand firm, turned around and fired at the metal wall near his left foot, freeing his left leg. The CL-17 model lifted up and white01's lighter body was moved out of the area at risk of collapse.

The people in the main arena were stunned.

The commentator took a while to find his voice again: "white01's spawn position is not ideal, but CL-17 did not take the opportunity to attack! He, um...he...wow..."

Chen Nan also said: "Wow."

On the holographic projection, CL-17 waited for white01 to stand firm, then let go of his hand, took two steps back, and drew out his lightsaber.

White01 obviously hadn't recovered yet, and was stunned for several seconds.

Lu Zhao heaved a sigh of relief.

After he heaved a sigh of relief, he realized that his heart had just risen to his throat.

This kind of deadly spawn point can only be encountered a few times in legion training at the highest difficulty, but it is generally based on the fact that both sides of the spawn point are very unethical. Lu Zhao knew that Bai Li was like this because of fate and didn't want him to have an easy life.

But he didn't expect the driver of CL-17 to be so unconventional.

Bai Li looked at the mecha opposite him, drew out the lightsaber, jumped back, and landed on the ruins of another building ten meters away.

This person wanted to have a match with him without external factors.

Bai Li slowly smiled. He still remembered the fierce expression on the face of the CL-17 driver before the game. He thought he was finished for a moment. He didn't expect that the big brother with a face full of flesh was this type of person.

white01 raised his thumb towards the opponent and then drew out his lightsaber.

"Neither side is in a hurry to launch an attack! What does this mean... white01 made a gesture!" The commentator shouted, "Does it mean 'five'?! CL-17 seems to agree!"

"Five seconds." Lu Zhao looked at the virtual projection and said, "The game starts."

Before Chen Nan and Han Miao could ask, they heard the commentator suddenly realize: "- Four, three, two--"

When the commentator said "one", the two mechas jumped up at the same time, and the light blades met in mid-air.

The light blades collided, and bright debris splashed everywhere.

This was the first time since the start of the recruitment competition that two non-heavy mechas competed on the same stage.

Unlike the purely fierce bombardment between the heavy armors, the two mechas that placed more emphasis on the driver's own strength fought in an extremely wild manner.

"It's obvious that the two pilots have already achieved an astonishing level of control over the mechas. The mechas are part of their bodies!" The commentator said excitedly, spitting. "The cockpit of the CL-17 model was hit - he pulled away, but white01's ion cannon followed closely! Awesome! CL-17 pilot Song Tai had predicted this attack, and while retreating, he also responded with artillery fire. The two attacks were offset in the air -"

Bai Li could feel the strength of the CL-17 pilot. This match without any scruples and with similar strengths of the mechas and pilots made him feel more comfortable than ever before.

He did not pause at all, and after an attack missed, he sped up and killed the prey.

For CL-17, he is also a prey. While CL-17 fights back, he also wants to gain the upper hand.

The two mechas show super high close-range combat capabilities. Without heavy weapons, the importance of the driver in the battle is highlighted. The Empire's heavy mechas have been destructive for several years, and the drivers' own combat capabilities have stagnated slightly. Their dependence on mechas has surpassed their desire to improve their own acquired abilities.

But in this game, unlike the flames caused by the bombing, white01 and CL-17 were mobilized to the extreme by the powerful drivers.

The wonderful close combat, supplemented by the light cannon and ion cannon to make up for the lack of long-range combat, the anticipation of each other and several wonderful and dangerous dodges, made the audience burst into constant exclamations and cheers.

"Awesome," Han Miao exclaimed, "If these two were in the military, they could drive any mecha."

It's a pity that the two pilots left the military for their own reasons, and could only compete on this simulated map and show their brilliance.

Amid the cheers of the commentator and the shouts of the audience, Bai Li seized the opportunity, used a feint to get a tiny flaw in the CL-17, and stabbed back with the light sword, piercing through the cockpit.

On the holographic projection, the names of white01 and Bai Li flashed in blue light.

"The final winners--" the commentator shouted, "white01, Bai Li! Bai's Research Institute has obtained the ticket to the finals!"

The two simulation booths on the main stage were opened, and Bai Li walked out first. He took off his helmet and walked towards the other simulation booth.

There was no problem with his walking posture, and Lu Zhao was relieved.

Then he heard Chen Nan and Han Miao's cheers. The audience had already applauded. Supporters shouted "Major General Bai" and cheered towards the main stage where stardust was flying.

Bai Li really won the promotion game, and the white01 model won the only ticket to the finals in the main star area.

"What is he doing?" Someone pointed at Bai Li who was walking towards another simulation booth on the main stage and asked.

Bai Li felt a little scared after he got off the simulator. When the CL-17 approached, Bai Li had already decided to give up his left leg and struggled to break free.

He couldn't judge how much damage the struggle would bring to his body, but he knew that he absolutely could not accept falling in the last match of the promotion competition.

It was the CL-17 that gave him a chance. Bai Li felt a little guilty and apologetic, and he was eager to thank the CL-17 driver.

The other driver Song Tai walked down from the simulator, his helmet had been taken off and put aside, revealing a ferocious face.

Bai Li extended his hand, apologetically and respectfully saying, "Thank you for your—"

Before he could finish, the fierce-looking CL-17 pilot took two or three steps to him, and with a strong arm, gave Bai Li a hug that almost killed him.

"It seems that both drivers admire each other very much," the commentator said with a smile, "Thank you for bringing us a wonderful game, and letting us appreciate the charm and strength of mecha from another perspective—"

Before he could finish, he saw Song Tai's mouth opening and closing, talking to Bai Li.

A half-fist-sized suspended voice robot followed the player's voice, and Song Tai's words came out.

"...In the rescue mission in 2006, there was a boy named Song. That was my son."

Bai Li paused for a moment. He actually couldn't remember the faces of his comrades who died in that mission, but he still remembered their names clearly.

"...Oh," Bai Li's mind was a little blank. He said woodenly, "I'm sorry. My condolences."

"I've wanted to meet you and Mr. Jiang Hao for a long time," the driver of the CL-17 shook his head, and a smile appeared on his burly face again, but because of his fierce features, this smile looked scary. He said, "Thank you for your support over the years. All the money except the pension was sent by you. I know."

Bai Li found an idea in his blank mind: it turned out that the smile before the game was not to scare him, but this person simply didn't know how to smile.

His thoughts short-circuited and he tried to say something vaguely, but just as he uttered a few syllables, Song Tai gave him another strangling hug.

Mr. Song Tai was obviously not good at expressing his emotions, and instinctively chose the way of expression of "the greater the strength, the deeper the sincerity": "My youngest son has finished his studies with this money, so you don't have to spend money in the future."

Bai Li: "Oh, it's okay."

After saying that, he felt Song Tai's fist as big as a sandbag hit his back. The alpha like a small mountain said in a hoarse and trembling voice: "Thank you very much for these years. I know that Major General Bai has not had an easy life. It will definitely be better in the future." He paused and said, "May the golden Carrie bloom forever."

Bai Li could no longer hear the voice of the main stadium.

The stardust and the camera light of the suspended live broadcast robot made him dizzy.

Fate dealt him a heavy hand at the beginning of today's match, but no one expected that the son of Song Tai, the driver sitting in the CL-17, was one of the victims of the rescue mission.

In order to fill in the gaps, the original plot created a series of minor characters. These characters, who could even be mentioned as "some people" in the original book, are not without blood and bones.

It is impossible for people to live completely alone in the world. To establish a connection is to establish a thread.

This thread that spanned countless years finally helped Bai Li today.

Bai Li has never felt a fact like today: they are people, living people, people with flesh and blood, people with emotions and unpredictable people.

The voice of the conversation was low, but it was still transmitted through the voice system of the main stadium.

The cheers of the crowd gradually disappeared, and only the universe and the stars were seen on the main stage.

Lu Zhao looked at Bai Li standing on the stage. The always arrogant Bai Da Shaoye clumsily patted Song Tai on the back.

No one spoke. After a long time, the commentator said, "Thank you both for your hard work."

Applause rang out.

Bai Li could no longer remember how he walked down the main stage. Situ, with tears in his eyes, put his arm around Bai Li's shoulder and patted him.

"Isn't this good?" Situ said, "Besides us, there are still people who remember you."

Bai Li came back to his senses and shook his head: "I don't want this kind of 'remembering'."

This kind of "remembering" is too heavy, carrying pain, several bloody lives, his leg, and Jiang Hao's lifelong guilt.

Situ was speechless.

"It's not that I'm unhappy," Bai Li said, "I just..."

All kinds of complicated emotions made Bai Li unable to find an accurate position, and even couldn't show an accurate expression. In the end, he was left with only confusion.

The assistant handed the personal terminal to Bai Li, on which there were two text messages from Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao: Let's go.

Lu Zhao: Li Li.

I don't know why, but Bai Li felt Lu Zhao's clumsy comfort from the second text message.

This blunt and dull comfort, without mentioning anything, made Bai Li feel comfortable.

Well, let's go, go home.

After packing up, the people from Bai's Research Institute walked out from the dedicated passage in the backstage.

After walking out of the dedicated passage, the reporters standing outside the door had been waiting for a long time. There was supposed to be an interview with the winner after the game, but when Bai Li came out, none of the reporters rushed over.

They looked at Bai Li in silence, and someone asked cautiously: "Mr. Bai Li, do you have time to accept our interview?"

Lu Zhao leaned on the suspension car, and stood up when he saw Bai Li coming out.

Bai Li seemed to be in good condition, much better than Lu Zhao had imagined. He waved to Lu Zhao before going to answer the reporters.

Before the reporters asked the first question, Lu Zhao received a call from Jiang Hao.

"Where is he?" Jiang Hao had a strange expression on his face. He asked while driving, "Bai Li didn't answer the phone. Is he with you?"

Lu Zhao glanced at Bai Li who was surrounded by reporters and said, "He's at the back door of the main stadium, accepting interviews."

The call was disconnected as soon as he finished speaking. A few minutes later, a suspended vehicle equipped by the military rushed over and stopped near the back door.

Jiang Hao jumped out of the car and ran towards Bai Li like the wind without waiting for Lu Zhao to say hello.

"Bai Li!" Jiang Hao started shouting from a distance, "Major General!"

Bai Li turned around and saw Jiang Hao pushing away the reporters with a strange look on his face. Maybe he was too anxious and called out all the previous titles.

"There is news," Jiang Hao squeezed through the crowd and almost rushed to Bai Li, "There is... there is news, just now, they... Lin Sheng..."

"Speak slowly," Bai Li hurriedly helped the man to steady himself, and was stunned when he met Jiang Hao's eyes. Jiang Hao's eyes were red, Bai Li and Situ winked, "My former comrade-in-arms wants to talk to me about something, you talk to Situ first."

The reporters hurriedly made way, Bai Li put his arm around Jiang Hao's shoulders and walked out, Lu Zhao thought it was something wrong, and took two steps forward.

Before Bai Li could ask again, he felt that Jiang Hao's body began to tremble.

"What's going on?" Bai Li was shocked. "What happened?"

He had never seen Jiang Hao like this before. It was as if he had lost his soul, or as if his soul, which had been out of the body for many years, had finally returned. He couldn't react for a while, and had to shiver a few times before he could get used to it.

Jiang Hao shook his head, and two tears fell to the ground.

Bai Li seemed to be scalded and stood there in a daze.

The two of them were standing a little far away, and Lu Zhao didn't hear clearly what Jiang Hao said. He saw Jiang Hao whispering a few words into Bai Li's ear. Bai Li was like a wooden man, staring blankly at the two drops of water stains on the ground.

After Jiang Hao finished speaking, he pushed Bai Li. Bai Li was still a little dazed. His lips moved but he didn't say anything. Jiang Hao pushed him again: "Really."

"Really!" Jiang Hao said again.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly hugged Bai Li's shoulders and cried hoarsely: "What's the use? It's been so many years, I don't even know if I should be happy or not."

Lu Zhao never thought that Jiang Hao, a gentle and polite man, would cry so loudly.

He cried so suddenly.

Jiang Hao's hand squeezing his shoulder was so hard that Bai Li almost felt his fingers were sinking into his shoulder.

He came back to his senses in the pain and found that Jiang Hao was crying so hard that his words just now did not have such a strong impact.

The reporters and Situ Yi who were not far away were all stunned. Bai Li cleared his throat and patted Jiang Hao: "Don't cry, you are not a child anymore, it's embarrassing."

Jiang Hao wiped his tears and mumbled something.

"That's enough!" Bai Li punched him, "It's never going to end, right?!"

Jiang Hao was hit and cried a little less.

"What's the matter?" Lu Zhao came over.

"Something happened in the Corps." Bai Li felt a little funny when Jiang Hao wiped his tears and sighed, "Don't cry, Lieutenant General Jiang, go back to sleep, don't think too much."

Jiang Hao shook his head, nodded, wiped his eyes hard, put his arm on Bai Li's shoulders and patted again and again.

Bai Li's shoulders were pinched and patted by him, and his scalp tightened in pain.

What kind of day is today, two people are hanging on him and crying.

Lu Zhao saw a trace of fatigue on Bai Li's face, but he didn't ask any more questions. Jiang Hao's sudden loss of control attracted the attention of the people around him, so it was not appropriate to talk too much at this time.

After Bai Li sent Jiang Hao to his own suspension car and watched the car drive out of the main stadium, he turned around and walked back to Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao's eyes were always on Bai Li's face, and he was more nervous than Bai Li.

"I'll tell you later," Bai Li smiled, "Can you help me?"

Lu Zhao nodded.

"Go tell Situ and let him handle the reporters. I want to go home and rest first." Bai Li opened the passenger door of Lu Zhao's suspended car, stepped in with one foot, and turned around and said, "If he asks what's wrong, just say my legs are uncomfortable. I'll explain it to him later."

Lu Zhao looked at him, didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked towards Situ, who was surrounded by reporters and sweating profusely.

Bai Li got in the car and saw Lu Zhao walking into the crowd in the rearview mirror. Most of the reporters knew him and spontaneously made way for him. Lu Zhao said a few words to Situ, and Situ's expression suddenly became a little nervous and nodded repeatedly.

I'm embarrassed to have worried Teacher Si. Actually, Bai Li's legs were still okay, but he really didn't have the strength to deal with the reporters today, so he had to hand over this difficult task to the technical teacher Si.

It was very tiring.

Bai Li's shoulders seemed to still retain the strength of Jiang Hao's pinch.

This strength made Bai Li realize that the guilt of so many years was like engraved on Jiang Hao's nerves, and Jiang Hao would never forget it in his life.

He didn't even know whether he should be happy or not, let alone forget it.

Jiang Hao's words just now were still echoing in Bai Li's ears, but it was not until he got in the car and there was no one else around that he slowly digested and understood the meaning of every word.

He felt as if he was plucked out of a corrosive liquid, still with a breath left, but he was extremely tired and didn't want to move at all.

It felt strange, a nightmare had come to an end, but he did not feel relaxed or happy. Today he found out that the mission not only made him lame, but also affected the lives of many people.

And all of this was just to fulfill one person. They lived so seriously for so many years, as if they only lived to fulfill this person.

Lu Zhao opened the car door and saw Bai Li sitting in the passenger seat, bending down deeply, burying his face in his knees, curling his arms on his lower abdomen, and the whole person seemed to be folded up and shrunk into a ball.

"Bai Li," Lu Zhao quickly closed the car door and fumbled around to feel Bai Li's back, "Where does it hurt?" Then he reacted and hurriedly started the hovercraft, "Go to the military hospital."

"It's okay," Bai Li lay on his knees, "I'll just take it slow, it will be fine in a while. Don't feel uncomfortable."

Lu Zhao heard something wrong, frowned, and hesitantly stroked Bai Li's back.

After a long while, he heard Bai Li's voice.

"Jiang Hao received news from above," Bai Li did not stand up, but still lay down and said, "The military, the police, the council of nobles and other parties have joined forces to request the royal family to investigate Lin Sheng."

Lu Zhao was stunned: "Then the royal family..."

"The second heir also joined the request, and His Majesty allowed the investigation. The relatively neutral police department will be the main investigator, and senior military officials will cooperate in the investigation." Bai Li said, "The Marshal... he asked Jiang Hao to give me a message, saying that after the matter is done and the competition is over, he will go to his house with you for dinner."

Since Bai Li returned to the public eye, the Marshal has not had much contact with him. The Marshal's words sounded homely, but they also revealed a message, that there would be an explanation for this matter, and he would meet Bai Li again after everything was settled.

What this sentence meant to Bai Li was self-evident, and Lu Zhao immediately understood why Jiang Hao burst into tears.

The police department was impartial and neutral, and the military led by the Marshal would not allow this matter to continue to sink to the bottom of the sea. The outside world has also begun to ask the royal military to give a reasonable explanation again. The case of that year can no longer be suppressed.

After so many years, Bai Li and Jiang Hao finally saw a little dawn of justice.

But some dawns come too late, and those who see the light are almost exhausted on the road, and they no longer have the strength to smile.

"It's a good thing." Lu Zhao patted Bai Li on the back. He couldn't find any other words and could only repeat over and over again, "Bai Li, it's okay. It's a good thing."

"I know," Bai Li said. Although it would be done in a low profile for the sake of the royal family's reputation, as long as the Marshal and the second heir stood on the same side, Lin Sheng would not be able to escape. "I know, I am..."

Lu Zhao didn't know how to start.

"So many people died, Jiang Hao will feel guilty all his life, and so many families have suffered as a result," Bai Li said, "For one person, we sacrificed our lives, our lives, and all these years of our lives. How many such years can I have in my fucking life?"

"Even if these beasts are finished and their shitty fates are ruined, it can't be helped," Bai Li reached out one hand to his shoulder. Jiang Hao used so much force that he almost broke his shoulder. "The dead can't live, and the pain left behind still has to be borne. My legs were like this until I died, and Jiang Hao knew it, so he felt he owed me until his death."

Lu Zhao felt Bai Li's body was shaking.

"But I'm still very happy. I'm different from Jiang Hao's grandson. I still know whether I should be happy or not. After all, I've been walking on the dark night road for so many years," Bai Li said, "and finally I saw some people."

Lu Zhao opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

But he heard a very low sob.

Bai Li didn't know why he was like this. He hadn't lived like this for many years.

Maybe it was because he had been the crying object of two people today, Bai Li felt that there was an element of infection here.

Lu Zhao's hand that was stroking his back froze. Bai Li wanted to say "Don't stop, go on", but his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton and he couldn't say a word.

A warm feeling covered his back. Lu Zhao leaned over and pulled Bai Li closer to him, hugging him.

Bai Li felt a kiss on his hair, and then down to the back of his neck, glands, and collar.

"Take a break," Lu Zhao said, "After you have rested, you can be happy again."

Bai Li felt Lu Zhao covering him, wrapping him tightly.

Like a quilt barrier.

In the barrier, he doesn't have to be the one to comfort others.

The quilt barrier can hide many sobs.