Galaxy and Promise

The first snow came a little early this year.

The first snowflakes fell in the afternoon, and the blizzard did not stop until the early morning of the next day. The sea surface of the military port was covered with a thin layer of ice, shining under the light of the lights.

The non-commissioned officer on duty at the navigation station was holding coffee and flipping through the latest issue of the magazine, when the communication light on the countertop suddenly lit up.

"This is the Duke Wilson, the main ship of the Second Squadron of the Fourth Air Division. It has been ordered to carry out the cruise mission numbered 'K-2411'. It has returned home and is now applying to enter the port."

The non-commissioned officer was stunned, and immediately threw away the magazine in his hand, jumped up, rushed to the communication platform, and quickly checked the verification information sent: "Received at station No. [-]. The approval is correct, and the application is approved. Please send the main fleet to the second channel Entering the port, the medical ship and the supply ship enter the port on the sixth channel."

The land surface navigation lights gradually turned on, and the lighthouse beacon illuminated the port area as if it were daytime.

A series of hasty and orderly footsteps sounded in a hurry on the bridge, and the staff who quickly got in place were doing the final calibration and positioning.

Immediately afterwards, a dull and long roar came from the sky.

The cumulus clouds thousands of meters away were torn apart by the strong light, and the battleship hummed through the clouds, slowing down and landing.The ice layer below trembled unbearably, and shattered one after another, splashing a large amount of water when the battleship landed.

Under the guidance, the battleship slid along the deceleration path and parked steadily at the berth.The bar in the berth closed with a "click" to fix the hull.The cabin door was released to release the pressure, and the bridge extended outwards to connect with the metal plank road in the berthing area.

"Welcome home, Glories of the Empire." The AI ​​in the port area broadcast with a sweet voice, "Please enter and exit at Channel 9, the next flight to the main star will arrive at the military port in 8 minutes."

Soldiers who had been wandering on the Beihe defense line for several months came out of the battleship one after another, moved a little on the boarding platform, and walked off the bridge in twos and threes.

This is the last cruise fleet to return this year, and soon it will be the Festival of Gods.

Terrence finally stepped out of the Duke Wilson.

As soon as he got out of the ship door, his yawn stopped abruptly, he shrank his shoulders subconsciously, and after exhaling, he walked down the steps slowly.

"Is it this cold already this year..." he muttered to himself.

"Yes, Colonel, it just snowed today." A traffic controller was already waiting under the bridge, saluted, and said, "Welcome home, Colonel. Please register for returning to Hong Kong."

"Understood—" Terrence replied reluctantly, reaching out his hand from his coat pocket.

-

When the flight arrived in Tino, there was fine snow falling in the sky.

Terrence walked out of the airport, it was dark, the streets were quiet, only the street lights were still on.

Ah, bad.he thinks.

He didn't like Tino's winter at all.

The cold wind blowing on his face made Terence immediately dismiss the idea of ​​walking back to the military dormitory. He turned around and planned to go back to the waiting room for a night of heating.

A burgundy space shuttle glided noiselessly to his side.

The window fell, the driver took off his sunglasses, and said with a smile: "Hey, do you need a ride, Colonel?"

Terrence: "..."

Terrence: "What's wrong with wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night?"

"Hey, is that all you have in mind?" Andre laughed angrily, and threw the sunglasses into the drawer casually, "It's in the middle of the night, I heard that you're back, and I went to the trouble to come pick you up?"

Terrence raised his eyebrows, and decided not to do such stupid things as talking to a slut in the cold wind, so he opened the car door and got in: "What's the truth?"

"Working overtime and meeting at this point, I finally found an excuse to run away." Andre rubbed his forehead, speaking with vicissitudes, "If you can go earlier, I will be more grateful."

"I'm really sorry, Major General." Terrence said lazily, adjusted the angle of the seat, pulled off the military cap to cover his face, and pushed the front seat with his knees, "Go, I'm sleepy."

In the middle of the night, Sffley Street was empty, and Andre turned on the autopilot mode, turned around and lifted Terrence's hat.

The colonel waved off the major general's claws, ignored the military cap that had fallen aside, and even gave it a glance, turned sideways, buried half of his face in the collar of his coat, and muttered: "Don't make trouble."

However, Major General Andre von Legere, who was a persistent man at certain times, leaned over the back of the chair and turned to brush Terrence's long hair.

Terrence quickly frowned and hummed unhappily.But Andre knew his friend too well, so he held his wrist accurately and moved forward: "Want to drink?"

Terrence opened one eye.

Andre continued his efforts: "Golden Rose in the East District. My treat."

Terrence woke up.

He sat up, picked up his hat and put it on: "Okay."

-

As soon as I walked into the Golden Rose, the heat came rushing towards my face.

Terrence took off his coat and hung it in his arms, and walked to the booth in front of the bar with Andre and sat down.He knocked on the table: "The strongest one."

"Drunkard." Andre said, and then asked for a drink.

"Understood." Terrence said, turning his head, "Another glass, the most expensive one."

The magnificently colored concocted wine was delivered quickly. Terence took a sip, narrowed his eyes a little, showing a satisfied expression, and then complained: "The last time I drank was a routine rest a month and a half ago!"

"Hey——" Andre shook the cup, and said with a smile, "Mr. Colonel, please read Article 150 of the Military Regulations. Alcohol is prohibited during official duties."

Terrence put the empty glass aside and picked up another one, and said with particular conviction: "If you don't fight a war, you don't count as performing official duties."

"What's more——" a sharp sarcasm flashed across his face, and he snorted lightly, "Even if there is a real fight, I won't lose."

——Colonel Terence, the commander of the Second Squadron of the Fourth Air Division, a prehistoric beast with a reputation for viciousness, and a representative of the actual combat faction that goes its own way.Appearance kills and sets fire, style kills and sets fire, and record also kills and sets fire.Looking at the Star Alliance, there are very few who dare to ignore its edge.

Andre raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, put the wine glass on the bar, straightened up slightly, and rested his chin on his arm: "Huh? Are you provoking me?"

"Yeah, how?" Terrence raised his face and choked without showing any weakness, "I have been pampered and pampered for a year and a half, do you still remember how to open the door of the cockpit, Your Excellency the Major General?"

Under the spotlights of the bar, those rosy eyes filled with a cold smile are particularly beautiful.After being stared at like this, Andre suddenly laughed out loud, and decided not to fight bloody swords: "Do you still want your military expenditure assessment for the next quarter, Terrence—"

Terrence: "..."

The beast that made the entire Star Alliance fearful slumped its shoulders subtly, turned away its face and snorted, drank half a glass of spirits aggressively, and signaled the bartender to have another glass.

Andre was still laughing, but he didn't drink any more. He lit a cigarette, reached out and flicked Terence's collar patch, and said teasingly, "It's not easy for you to change your epaulets."

"New Year's title?" Terence was a little less interested in this. He flipped through the wine list and ordered new products one by one. "After arguing for so long, there is still no result?"

Andre snorted and exhaled a puff of smoke: "There are only a few places, everyone wants to get involved, and there is no result." He suddenly thought of something, and took Terrence with his elbow, "However, I I will probably be transferred to the Fourth Air Force Division, and I will be your immediate superior—tell me your thoughts, this regiment commander?"

Terrence's reaction to "the former classmate's success and fame" is quite simple: "Will you give me a raise?"

He snapped his fingers and counted solemnly: "The pulse-type naval gun I ordered is about to make up the balance."

Andre: "..."

He exploded: "Damn it, return it to me."

"Isn't it time to buy gifts on the God's Descending Festival! What's wrong with buying what you like!"

"Who's fucking gift is a prohibited weapon! Find out about the national defense and security system? Wait, since you bought the naval gun, you also ordered the battleship, right? Return them all to me! Otherwise, I will ask the financial department to stop you now." All salaries and subsidies!"

Terrence: "..."

The colonel commander, who had to succumb to the power, muttered angrily, and ordered a few more expensive alcoholic drinks.

Andre felt tired for a moment, and somewhat understood why Lieutenant General Pacini's hairline was worrying in his middle age.He looked at his friend who drank by himself and gradually became more cheerful.What do you want to say—"What are you going to do next?" But even if he didn't ask, he could guess the answer Terence would give.

He is such a person who doesn't care about the past, the present, or the future.

Willing to go one's own way, willful and reckless.Like a lonely comet, it shines in its own way, orbiting according to its own orbit, until one day it completely burns out in the universe.

-

There were more than a dozen empty glasses lined up on the table, and Andre took a look at the sky, then reached out and took half of the glass from Terrence's hand.

"Are you planning to go to the debriefing meeting like this?" He raised his watch to signal, "Going to work soon."

Terrence froze for a moment. Was he a little drunk, or was he tired from the long journey, which made that handsome face look a little soft.He looked at Andre, laughed after a while, raised his arms to rest on the countertop, and rested his chin on his wrist: "Then I'll ask for a leave of absence - sir, officer."

The landing point of the ending sound is extremely low, and there is a vague smile that is unclear.

Behind him, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bar, under the faint morning light, fine snow fell rustlingly.

Andre was stunned.

Then he lowered his eyes and slowly drank half of the glass of wine in his hand.

Can anyone catch the light of a comet before it burns out.