Admiral, run, that bad boy is E

Linjue didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only walk to Bian Sheng's side and sit with him.

"who is it?"

Lin Jue could actually guess who could kill an S3 level general by elimination, but he still wanted to confirm.

Bian Sheng seemed to have maintained this posture for a long time. He slowly raised his head, his eyes were blank, as if he couldn't meet Jiao, and as if he didn't recognize Lin Jue.

There was still blood on his face that had not been wiped dry, and his lips were chapped and pale, with a sinister aura. Being used to his usual playful and smiling face, Lin Jue suddenly felt like he didn't recognize Bian Sheng.

His father's death must have been a huge blow to him, and Lin Jue could actually relate to it. At that time, when he knew that "Shen Fan" had died in battle, he was just as heartbroken.

He locked himself in Shen Fan's room for three days and three nights without eating or drinking. When he came out, he locked Shen Fan's room.

For a long time, he did not dare to step into that room. It was not until he entered the military headquarters that he opened the room again.

He didn't let Xu Ma come in, but cleaned the dust in the room bit by bit, sorted out "Shen Fan's" belongings bit by bit, and finally found the key.

He spent nearly a year looking for the door with this key, and finally found the mecha that Shen Fan had hidden.

The pain of losing a loved one has been tormenting him, accompanying him, and motivating him, allowing him to grit his teeth and persevere no matter how difficult or painful things he encountered.

"Lin Jue?" Bian Sheng's tone was filled with confusion. He looked at Lin Jue's face for a moment before saying another name, "Wang Jia."

Linjue closed his eyes and clasped his hands on his knees.

Sure enough it was him!

Wang Jia arranged for three men, one to restrain Xie Qingwei, two to besiege Lin Jue, while he raided Bian Zhengyuan.

Bian Zhengyuan controls communications and positioning, which is equivalent to being the eyes and ears of the alliance. Bian Zhengyuan was severely damaged, and the Red Navy regiment was able to advance forward.

But how did Wang Jia get in?

……

When Linjue wanted to ask anything, the door opened again from the outside.

Qu Yingying walked in with two cups.

The two of them looked at each other and were both stunned.

"Why are you here?" Linjue asked in a bad tone. This is an important place for the military. Qu Yingying has no position and no rank, so she shouldn't be here at all.

"I came here with my dad, and the family members were present..." Since the last time, Qu Yingying seemed to be a little afraid of Linjue, and she had restrained her speech a lot.

Linjue didn't say anything else. He had no family members, so naturally he would not receive such a notice. With such a big thing happening today, it's normal that it's too late to send Qu Yingying back.

Qu Yingying handed one of the cups to Bian Sheng, "Drink some water. Why don't you take a shower and change clothes? It's useless for you. You're already..."

"Stop talking," Linjue interrupted Qu Yingying, "This is not the place for a girl like you, go find a rest room."

Qu Yingying said oh and handed the glass of water originally given to her to Linjue, "I just want to comfort him. Since you are here, I'm leaving."

Qu Yingying suddenly squatted down, leaned on Bian Sheng's shoulder and hugged him gently, as if she was really comforting him, and then Shi Shiran left.

Linjue felt a little guilty when he saw her suddenly becoming "reasonable". When he was away, Qu Yingying might be accompanying Bian Sheng. This Qu Yingying didn't seem to be as bad as he thought.

He looked back at Bian Sheng, who had his head lowered and said nothing, and put his arms around his shoulders.

"The Alliance will avenge your father and make those people pay the price they deserve."

"Yes," Bian Sheng responded softly, paused, and then said, "Thank you, Linjue."

Linjue didn't know what he had to thank Bian Sheng for. He regretted not discovering Wang Jia's intention immediately. If he had guessed the moment the warship deflected, he should have rushed to Bian Zheng as soon as possible. General Yuan might be able to prevent this tragedy from happening.

But the battlefield is like this. It changes rapidly. A person's life can be taken away in a few seconds, and the situation of the battle can be turned around.

Linjue felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. In a battle, not only must he be strong, but he must also be able to control the overall situation.

Perhaps only Shen Fan can truly do it. During his years as commander, the alliance has become unprecedentedly powerful. In that battle three years ago, both they and the Red Navy Regiment suffered heavy losses, but their opponents recovered faster than them.

However, the alliance no longer had Shen Fan in charge, and this was their complete defeat.

Linjue thought of Shen Fan's current appearance again.

Shen Fan only said that his body had been changed, but he didn't have time to ask specifically how. This matter was too bizarre, Linjue still had to go to Peng Long to ask for details.

"Bian Sheng, the dead cannot be resurrected, please forgive me." Linjue patted Bian Sheng on the back again and let go of him, "I still have some things to deal with. If you need me, just ask."

"Okay." Bian Sheng squeezed the cup and responded numbly.

Linjue stood up holding his abdomen, looked back at Bian Sheng for the last time and walked out.

There is some sadness that no one can empathize with, and one can only bear it silently, and then come out of it little by little.

Lin Jue walked into the medical room. There were too many injured soldiers here, and medical staff were busy rushing back and forth. During this period, there were also the painful groans of many people and the rapid beeping of instruments.

This is another battlefield. No matter how advanced the alliance's medical technology is, it cannot restore completely damaged organs to their original state.

Death continues here.

"Doctor Peng, there is a patient here who is dying..." A young doctor shouted, and Peng Long on the other side rushed over in a hurry, racing against death every second.

Peng Long pressed the soldier's chest, but after just a moment, the instrument still made a harsh beeping sound. Peng Long raised his head and exhaled, announcing the soldier's time of death. A living life was just lost.

The soldier was covered with a white cloth and quickly pushed out.

There was no time to feel sad, so Peng Long started to treat the next one.

Lin Jue didn't dare to call him. Such large-scale casualties had never happened before. Even the medical cabin was overheated.

Just as Lin Jue was about to turn around and go out, he heard someone calling him.

He looked for the voice and saw that it was a soldier covered in blood. Lin Jue walked to his side and held the hand he extended.

"Great, you're okay," the soldier said with some joy in his eyes, "I am a recruit you have led. You may not know me, but you have always been my idol. When I get better, can you continue to lead me? ."

Lin Jue glanced under the thin sheet and saw that the place where the two legs should have been was empty. The soldier's head was fixed with a splint. Perhaps he still hasn't realized that he can no longer control the mecha.

Linjue held the soldier's hand tightly and said, "Okay, I will wait for you to recover and continue to serve the alliance."

"Thank you, Lieutenant General Lin..."

Linjue walked out of the medical room and sat on a bench in the corridor. When he lowered his head, a tear fell on the ground at his feet.

He wants to become stronger and he wants those people to pay the price.

Suddenly, everyone in the medical room felt a terrifying pressure of pheromones. Peng Long rushed out of the medical room first to find the source of this pressure.

The last time such a terrifying experience was when Shen Fan advanced to S4.

There is no doubt that this person is advancing, and the alliance may give birth to a new god of war.