From interstellar refugee to marshal's wife

"Of course it's you. You confirmed the master's itinerary yesterday with him." The badge on the chest of this intermediate musician...

"Master asked you to follow him. You were happy for a long time, weren't you?"

It was also very different from the intermediate musician badges that Yun Lin knew, except that the carvings in the center were the same and could barely be identified.

"This intermediate badge is so beautiful..."

Seeing Yun Lin's straight eyes, the middle-level musician's smile immediately widened: "I think it looks good too~ Binrui, come on, you can pass the exam next year. Our master is willing to support people, so hurry up."

When Yunlin heard that this was really an intermediate level: "Yeah." He could only mechanically open his desk, and his hands automatically took out a prepared document bag and put it into his bag.

"Why do you still carry a bag? The storage space is convenient and safe, and you are not afraid of losing information." Yun Lin muttered.

"Hey, Binrui, what kind of storage space did you just talk about? That thing has just been converted to civilian use, right? I've seen it on the billboard in the Star Network Virtual Plaza. You think it's good too, right?" I just finished chatting with him. The intermediate musician who was taking drugs came closer again. It seemed that he was a "lively" colleague.

Yun Lin fled out of the office, turned left on his own initiative, and knocked on the door twice. An old man with gray hair and a navy blue musician's uniform came out soon after, carrying a huge musical instrument bag.

He took the old man's instrument bag and put it on his shoulder: "Master, it's almost time for us to set off."

The old man nodded, turned around, closed the door and led him to wait for the elevator: "Binrui, this is the first time I will take you to the military headquarters. Then you and other assistants will follow the arrangements of the military staff, don't run around, okay? ?If you don’t understand anything, you can send me a text message and I’ll get back to you when I have time.”

"I know, Master." The old man looked like an old man. He spoke and walked very steadily, and he was really kind and kind.

This old state is very rare in the contemporary Pluto galaxy. It's not that there are no elders in the Pluto galaxy, but the development of technology and art has resulted in even ordinary people being able to maintain a decent state during the first 98% of their lives.

Therefore, on the streets of the Pluto Galaxy, you will see some young people, some in their prime, some in their prime, some with strength, and some who are old and strong. However, as this old man ages naturally, his beard and hair become pale, and his face is covered with wrinkles. There are very few old people who are so "reasonable".

This made Yunlin realize that this was not the main planet he lived on.

……

The military headquarters building is still the same military headquarters. It is no wonder that when the main building of the military headquarters was rebuilt, it was a 1:1 restoration of the original main building. It seems that this is true.

But in the area where the military headquarters is located, apart from the main building, the auxiliary buildings next to it are quite different. There are not many aircraft in the sky. They are dotted in twos and threes in the sky, and they don't seem to be very fast.

Yun Lin followed the old master on an aircraft marked with the military logo, which was larger than the usual round public aircraft.

After the old master got on the aircraft, he sat on the left and greeted the other master-like people; Yun Lin sat on the right, holding a huge and strange-shaped musical instrument bag in his hand. They all seemed to be assistants.

"Master An, are you also invited to support the foreign races? That's ridiculous. How can you be allowed to come out to do high-intensity support tasks at your age?" A young and mature-looking musician sitting next to Master Liang said in a low voice Said.

The old master didn't care very much, and waved his hand casually: "Aren't you still here? Old man, I will be hiding behind. I am not needed under normal circumstances, just in case. There are only so many great musicians on the main star now. Aren’t the people in the military department also helpless?”

"Hey..." The mature great musician was also a little helpless: "The president has led most of the great musicians to support the front line. Otherwise, I can't trouble you to run such a small task."

"Vice President, if you ask me, there is no need for us to dispatch so many great musicians for a mere alien race." A female great musician in the back row was a little indignant. "We celebrities' own sentinels may not be able to receive playing treatment from great musicians, but they have to work hard to do this."

The helpless expression of the great musician in his prime suddenly calmed down: "Let's just talk here, don't talk nonsense later. That group is also sincere, and the leader of the tribe who has settled down by himself will also participate in Ent as agreed. experimental."

"They can all risk their lives to save our sentries, so we just go and assist in the mission. Besides, their race may not necessarily need our great musicians." It turns out that the middle-aged musician is the vice-president of the Music Association, and he should be The leader of these musicians.

The female master musician wanted to say something more, but was pulled a few times by the people next to her and stopped making any sound.

"I know that everyone is complaining about this sudden mission. For no reason, everyone is asked to abandon the patients at hand and go to serve an unrelated alien race." The vice president paused for a moment and seemed to be thinking. Organizational words: "But you also know that with the current war on the front line, there are fewer and fewer sentries that can be used. How difficult it is for us to rescue a sentry..."

"Although they are in exchange for joining the Pluto System and becoming citizens of our galaxy. But from a certain perspective, without their sacrifice, our Pluto System will be like walking on a tightrope for at least the next 30 years."

"Once the most powerful and experienced sentinels fall, and the younger generation has not had time to grow up, no one knows what will happen in these 30 years of inactivity."

When these words were said, the entire aircraft cabin was silent. Even the female great musician who was angry just now lowered his head with a thoughtful and sad look on his face.

"Comparatively speaking, if we were to exchange the life of an ordinary Pluto for a sentinel, many people would not be able to tolerate it. If they were not at the end of their rope and the aircraft was so dilapidated that it could not set sail again, they probably would not agree to this agreement. ." The vice president knows far more than ordinary people.

The president of the Music Association led a large number of great musicians to the front line to support the troops, while the vice president led a small number of musicians stationed on the main star, barely maintaining the calm of the main star.

As for what the vice president said next? Yun Lin couldn't bear to listen...

This...should be the year when the human exile fleet was discovered! It is a new starting point for human beings to live in the interstellar world, and it is also the turning point of the greatest decline of human beings in the Pluto galaxy.