The battleship flew forward for a distance and soon met the other three mecha warriors who were left behind by Sheng Heng and Qiu Zian. After picking them up, the battleship sped all the way back to the base.
Sheng Zhuo hadn't seen his brother for a long time. After a few brief instructions, he handed the soldiers who returned with the regiment to Qiu Zian and left with Sheng Heng.
"When did you come?" Sheng Zhuo had been fighting on the front line and didn't know Sheng Heng was coming.
"A week ago." After the school holiday, Sheng Heng went back home, visited his mother, and then came here directly.
"Did you see your father?"
"No, my father went to inspect other bases and hasn't come back yet." Sheng Heng shook his head.
However, Admiral Sheng knew about his visit to the base. It was an important military location, and without special approval, Sheng Heng could not enter or leave at will, even though he was the admiral's son.
"Do you want to join the reconnaissance team or the patrol team?" Sheng Zhuo asked.
"!!" Sheng Heng suddenly stopped, "Are you willing to let me go to the battlefield?"
"It's just reconnaissance and patrol. It's a little early for you to go to the battlefield." Sheng Zhuo said with a smile.
Sheng Zhuo knew what Sheng Heng was thinking. He came all the way here during the holidays just to gain combat experience. He was the same when he was a child. He even came into contact with the battlefield earlier than Sheng Heng. When he was in high school, he would come to the base to participate in simple battles during winter and summer vacations. If Sheng Heng's finger had not been injured, he would have done the same.
"Thank you, brother." This is really a pleasant surprise.
"But once your mecha is damaged, you must withdraw." Sheng Zhuo added, "The Black Soul was modified by your... boyfriend, and no one here can repair it."
When talking about his younger brother's boyfriend, Sheng Zhuo felt both sad and happy. It was so sour.
“Okay.” Sheng Heng agreed immediately. Anyway, the main purpose of his visit this time was to give his elder brother the phantom potion. Being able to join the reconnaissance team was already a pleasant surprise.
The two brothers chatted for a while, and then went to the base cafeteria together. Sheng Zhuo had been fighting outside for more than half a month, and had been eating nutrient solution for more than half a month. Every time he returned to the base, the first thing he did was to come to the cafeteria to eat. Not only him, but not long after the two of them sat down, the soldiers who had just returned from a battleship also came over one after another.
When these soldiers saw the two brothers, they would greet them warmly. In addition to their captain, they also had a good impression of Sheng Heng. After all, they had just seen Sheng Heng driving a level 6 mecha and killing a level 8 Zerg alone. Just this alone, there were not many level 6 mecha warriors in the base who could do it.
“Beep beep.”
Suddenly, Sheng Zhuo's computer terminal rang. Sheng Zhuo took a look and frowned.
"What's wrong?" Sheng Heng asked with concern.
"It's okay. The military medical department notified me to go for a routine check-up." Sheng Zhuo said.
"Routine check-up? Brother, are you injured?" Sheng Heng asked nervously.
"No, it's just a routine check." Sheng Zhuo saw that Sheng Heng was worried, so he explained a few more words, "Before, the Zerg suddenly mutated and had mental shock waves. We were unprepared and many people were attacked mentally. Although we all took high-level sedatives later, the pharmacist at the military medical department was afraid of hidden dangers, so he required soldiers with mental power level A or above in the base to undergo a mental power-related examination every time they come back from a mission."
Sheng Heng understood: "Then I'll go with you later."
Sheng Zhuo glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and nodded without refusing.
After dinner, the two of them went to the Military Medical Department together. The Military Medical Department is an 18-story general hospital with the most advanced medical equipment in the Federation and excellent pharmacists trained by the Sheng family.
The routine inspection process was also very simple, which was to use instruments to measure the mental map. Sheng Zhuo sat there with his eyes closed wearing a mental helmet, and within ten minutes, the mental map was measured.
Sheng Heng couldn't understand the mental map, but he could see the pharmacist's face. From the pharmacist's solemn expression, his heart suddenly hung in the air.
"How?" Just when Sheng Heng couldn't help asking, Sheng Zhuo had already asked. He took off the helmet on his head and looked at the pharmacist very calmly.
"Major General, your sea of consciousness is now very fragile. You must rest." The pharmacist said with a worried look on his face.
"What do you mean? What happened to my brother's sea of consciousness?" Sheng Heng walked to the pharmacist and asked anxiously.
The pharmacist glanced at Sheng Heng. From the way Sheng Heng addressed him just now, he had guessed Sheng Heng's identity. But he did not answer immediately, but turned his head to look at Sheng Zhuo.
Sheng Zhuo nodded and indicated that it was okay. Then the pharmacist explained to Sheng Heng, "A year ago, the Zerg suddenly mutated and a group of Zerg with mental shock waves appeared. At that time, most of the soldiers in the military had their sea of consciousness injured, and the entire federation was in short supply of high-level sedatives. At that time, in order to maintain combat effectiveness, the military gave sedatives to high-level mecha warriors first, but this also left sequelae."
"When his sea of consciousness was attacked, he immediately took a high-level sedative and continued to fight without even taking time to rest and recuperate. It's like a piece of iron. When it gets red-hot, you add water to cool it down. This happens over and over again. How can it not become fragile?"
Sheng Heng was shocked after hearing this. His elder brother and father had never mentioned these things to the family. If he hadn't come here this time, his elder brother might not have planned to tell them at all.
"How should it be treated?" Sheng Heng asked.
"Rest. The major general's sea of consciousness has been overdrawn. He must get enough rest." said the pharmacist.
"how long?"
"At least two years," said the pharmacist.
Sheng Heng looked at Sheng Zhuo, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. Rest for two years, for any soldier in the base, as long as they apply for sick leave, they can get approval. Go back to recuperate for two years, and then they can return to the battlefield to continue fighting. But Sheng Zhuo is different, he is the next generation of the Sheng family. If the news of his illness spreads, it will shake the Sheng family's position in the federation.
Therefore, Sheng Zhuo not only cannot recuperate, but he even has to go out on missions as usual, otherwise outsiders will definitely be able to see clues.
It's all because I'm so useless.
Sheng Heng clenched his fists tightly. He hadn't felt this frustrated for a long time since Yan Hao helped him modify the Black Soul. He thought that as long as he could become a mecha warrior, even if the level was not high, as long as he could go to the battlefield, he would be satisfied. But in fact, it was far from enough. If his hand was not injured, he would not be destined to become a high-level mecha warrior. The eldest brother would not need to hold on so hard.
"Thank you. Let's go." Sheng Zhuo stood up, thanked the pharmacist, and motioned Sheng Heng to leave with him.
Sheng Heng followed behind Sheng Zhuo silently, with a solemn expression. Seeing him like this, Sheng Zhuo didn't say anything, intending to let him digest it first. The two brothers left the hospital together, and as soon as they left the hospital, they ran into Qiu Zian.
"Captain, Second Young Master, I knew you were here." When Qiu Zian saw them, he took a few quick steps and ran over.
"Do you have something to talk to me about?" Sheng Zhuo asked.
"Yes, the military has sent a notice down, I'm here to deliver it to you." Qiu Zian said as he handed over a document.
"Why don't you call me?" Sheng Zhuo reached out and took it.
"Your terminal has blocked the signal, so I guessed that you must be here for a routine check. This document is urgent, so I came directly here." Electronic equipment must be turned off when doing a mental map test.
When Sheng Zhuo heard that it was an urgent matter, he lowered his head and started reading it. Then a look of surprise flashed across his face: "Mr. Zhong chose us this time?"
"Yes, and he will arrive early tomorrow morning." Qiu Zian said excitedly, "This is a level 10 mecha manufacturing master. I finally have the chance to see him alive. Those mecha manufacturers in the base are going crazy right now."
"Mr. Zhong is coming to our base?" Sheng Heng was stunned.
"Yes, there was news about the upgrade of the third-generation system a few months ago, and it was officially announced not long ago. During this period, various bases have been trying to ask Master Zhong to come over. I didn't expect that he would choose us in the end." Qiu Zian said excitedly, "Second Young Master, isn't your Black Soul a mimicry system? This is a good opportunity to let Master Zhong help you. Master Zhong is the first person to study the mimicry driving system. His research on the mimicry system is definitely better than your boyfriend. By the way, where is your boyfriend? Is he free? Ask him to come over. Maybe he will have a chance to learn from Master Zhong in person."
As he spoke, Qiu Zian thought of the base's rules again, and turned to Sheng Zhuo and said, "Captain, the second young master's boyfriend will sooner or later be a member of your family, so just write a note and allow him to come in."
Sheng Zhuo had never met Yan Hao, but he also knew that Yan Hao was the little cutie. Not to mention that he modified the mimicry mecha for Sheng Heng, Sheng Zhuo could give him special approval based on the formula model of the advanced sedative and the little cutie herb bag. So, he looked at Sheng Heng on the spot and said, "Mr. Zhong will stay here for at least half a month this time. You can notify him to come over."
Sheng Heng did not answer, but fixed his eyes on the document in his eldest brother's hand.
"No need." Sheng Heng shook his head.
"This is a rare opportunity. Didn't you say he likes mecha manufacturing?" Sheng Zhuo frowned. How could his younger brother be a boyfriend? He didn't even think about him when he had this opportunity, and he wasn't afraid that he would run away.
"He's here." Sheng Heng suddenly said again.
Sheng Zhuo was stunned and was about to ask where it was when he saw Sheng Heng reaching out and poking a name on the document.
Accompanying personnel: Ba Yun, Yan Hao.
"Yan Hao, my boyfriend, is Master Zhong's last disciple." Sheng Heng explained a little more because he was afraid they didn't understand.
Sheng Zhuo: There’s no need to emphasize the word ‘boyfriend’. I know your boyfriend’s name is Yan Hao. I just didn’t see the small words ‘entourage’ written on it.
Qiu Zian opened his mouth wide, as if he vaguely understood something: Could it be that the reason why Mr. Zhong came to their side this time was because of the second young master's whispering?
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