Galaxy and Promise

"Hey, Geraint, come on, come on—"

The colleagues in the secretarial department carried a pile of materials and hurried past him: "The meeting is about to begin!"

"Ah?" Terence stood in the middle of the corridor, unable to react for a while.

At this time, a young man with soft chestnut hair smiled and put his shoulders on his shoulders from behind, and said, "Hey, Geraint, let's go out together after get off work? The Morning Star Opera House has a new play today."

Terrence tilted his head, black hair fell down his shoulders: "Okay."

"Great, I'm treating you." The chestnut hair shook the ticket code on the terminal in his hand, and pushed Terrence towards the meeting room, "Are you free this weekend? I have a small banquet at my house, let you meet me Lovely sister."

"Fuck you." Terrence poked chestnut hair with his elbow, "Not this week, my brother is back."

Chestnut hair wagged its tail like a silly dog: "Call Major General Leo to come along, you know my sister is really cute—"

Terrence: "Go away go away."

A full grooming mirror hangs on the wall next to the conference room.

Terrence took a look.The self in the mirror was wearing a snow-white civil servant uniform, with golden patterns embroidered on the neckline and cuffs. He stretched out his hand and pressed the brim of his hat to slightly cover his vigorous face.

...It seems a little dazzling.he thinks.

"What are you looking at?" Chestnut poked his head out and teased, "Okay, don't look at it, I know you look good, the flower of the empire really lives up to its reputation."

He added: "But my sister is very—"

As a result, Terence hit him head-on with a document and kicked him directly into the conference room.

The military meeting is really a very magical thing.

An air force general once declared loudly: "I would rather go to the border of Titan and listen to the folk songs of the natives for a year than communicate with these idiots."

The above-mentioned idiots include but are not limited to the administrative department, the financial department and the research and development department.

The so-called communication is actually written as nonsense and read as quarrel.

Participants from various departments highly agreed with this comment, and the vice minister of the finance department even said that if Titan's environment was not so harsh, he could listen to folk songs for an extra month.

As for the internal meetings of the military department, they often go through a series of processes such as opening the topic in a serious manner, various branches refusing to blame, and attacking each other personally, and finally end in group fights in the conference room.

Terrence leaned on his arm, flipping through the terminal boredly, devoting his energy to listening to the chaotic noise in the meeting:

"Army's turkey!" "Air Force's brat!" "Front-line personnel talk about things, don't interrupt the idiots of the strategy department!"...

Ah, we have reached the third stage.

On his left, two clerks were discussing who had bigger breasts, the lieutenant of Air Force Division [-] or the Army Captain of Army Division [-].

The secretaries on the right are whispering about the outfits for next weekend's prom and the new lip glosses.

Later, there is another one who argues that her sister must be the cutest girl in the empire.

His terminal vibrated and a message popped up.

Ai Li: There is a new dessert shop opened in East Fourth District, the taste is very good!

Attached are some photos of the desserts.

Terrence hesitated and bit his nails for a long time, and finally chose the mango snow mousse.The elder sister replied immediately: "I know, I will bring you a copy!"

Terrence looked at the petal smiley face sent by his sister, couldn't help smiling, turned off the terminal, turned sideways and knocked on the back table: "I'll squint for a while, and call me again when I start to fight."

Chestnut hair patted his chest and assured: "No problem, remember to kick that idiot Major General of the Second Division of Kong a few more times when fighting."

Terrence: Okay, you put his arm in my arms for me.

He took another look at the Major General of the Second Air Division.

With dazzling blond hair and a flamboyant smile, he speaks respectful words but can irritate people to death. He demonstrates what is called "air force coquettish bag" by himself.

He snorted lightly, yawned, lay down on the table and closed his eyes.

-

The piercing alarm bell rang suddenly——

Terrence woke up with a start.

The picture in the dream was so clear that he was a little confused when he opened his eyes, but then he laughed at himself.

Clerk?What a joke.

He stopped having such dreams when he was 12 years old.

"Colonel."

His lieutenant pushed open the door and entered.

Terence buttoned the cuff buttons of his combat uniform, took the coat hanging on the back of the chair and put it on, without looking back: "What's the situation?"

"The radar department has detected a direction of 37 degrees north by east, and a group of medium-sized ships is approaching. The current distance is 10 light years, and it will enter the warning range in about [-] minutes." The adjutant said, and handed over the materials.

"Medium-sized fleet." Terence glanced at the simple radar map, squatted down to tie his shoelaces, and snorted coldly, "In the backcountry, there probably won't be another refugee fleet or caravan."

He stood up, stomped his feet lightly, and said: "The order is to reorganize the whole army. The first and third squadrons will make an advance assault, the fourth squadron will return to the flank, and the second squadron will be on standby at any time."

"Yes!" The adjutant replied loudly, while quickly issuing orders through the military channel, he walked out quickly, but stopped when he reached the door, "Colonel—"

Terrence glanced away halfway: "What's the matter?"

The adjutant looked at him and seemed to hesitate for a moment before hesitating: "Are you—are you okay?"

Hearing this, Terence smiled coldly for a moment: "What can I do."

As he spoke, he picked out an injection from the drawer, turned slightly to the mirror, pushed the medicine into the blood vessels of the neck without changing his expression, threw the empty needle tube into the trash can, and buttoned the stand collar.

The adjutant's expression in the mirror suddenly became a little sad.

Terrence looked at him, sneered and walked over.The adjutant subconsciously leaned down a little, only to be slapped on the cheek by his colonel pulling out the materials in his hand.

"What a stupid expression." Terrence said, "Go ask that stingy Claude how much budget he left for me."

The adjutant subconsciously straightened up and saluted: "Ah, good, good..."

Terrance: "Of course it doesn't matter if you don't ask, and I don't plan to refer to his opinion."

adjutant:"…………"

The colonel looked at his stupid adjutant, suddenly smiled, raised his leg and kicked him: "Get lost."

The whistling wind and sand in the temporary station prevented the fighter planes from taking off, and the free electromagnetic particles in the outer atmosphere also interfered with the radar monitoring.

Terrence walked slowly on the launch path, he raised his head, the color of the sky was covered by the dim yellow sand, and dozens of mechas were ready to go on the tarmac.He caught sight of his little girl.

The recent intensive battles have left her exterior paint scarred and smoky, but the blue-purple pattern in the center of the cockpit is still clear and charming.Terrence pulled down the goggles to block the sand and dust, and subconsciously pressed his heart.

it doesn't matter-

Good weather, bad weather, wind and sand, rain and snow, severe cold and scorching heat.

No matter when, no matter what the environment, the mecha can take off.As long as his heart is still beating and his hands can control the mecha, he will never lose.

In the rubble pile next to the temporary airport, a cluster of snow-white wild flowers grew at some point, swaying in the wind.

I don't know who put the helmet next to the stone pile to block the strong wind.

-

"You fell asleep here, Geraint—"

The girl's soft and pleasant calling sounded in my ears.

Terrence opened his eyes in a daze, and the first thing he saw was a pair of bright green eyes and soft blond hair.The autumn sunshine leaps and falls on the girl's smile.

He was a little dazed, and the smell of gunpowder smoke on the battlefield still seemed to linger.

"Sister, sister?"

"Yeah, um——" the girl pulled him up affectionately, and moved closer to him, blinking her eyes, "What's the matter, Geraint, did you have a nightmare?"

Standing in front of him, she reached out and touched the top of his head comfortingly, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, Geraint, I have a sister here. My sister will weave you a wreath, okay?"

"Okay..." Terrence replied subconsciously, then he lowered his head and saw his hands.

Those were not very pretty hands.

The fingers are pale and slender, and the joint of the index finger is slightly deformed, which is the trace left by driving the mecha all the year round.

He raised his head, and saw the young girl with bright eyes and white teeth, innocent and innocent, she was Elisa Terrence, the bright stamen of the Terrence family, his always bright and happy sister.

Forever sister.

"Sister," Terrence said.

The girl who was humming a light song raised her head, looked at him, and said lightly, "What's the matter, Geraint?"

"Sister," Terrence called again, and then he heard himself say, "I've grown up, sister."

The girl was stunned.

She looked at Terence, and after a while, those green eyes smiled happily.

"Oh, you've grown up—" she said softly, putting the wreath on Terrence's hand, and giving him a tender hug, "You've grown bigger than me, Geran special."

"That's great, Geraint," said the sister.

The wind passed over the treetops, and yellow leaves fell down.

Those leaves suddenly started to burn in mid-air, and the flames fell on the flowerbed, beeping and burning.

Terrence stood up and looked towards the mansion not far away. The window of the study on the second floor was open, and a familiar figure stood at the window and was quietly watching him.

That's Leo Terrance.

The eldest brother he feared.

"Brother." Terence said, but he suddenly smiled as if recalling something, and looked at his elder brother who was wearing an imperial uniform like himself, "I have grown enough to defeat you, brother."

The elder brother, who is always unsmiling, seemed to show a smile. The next moment, the trees in the courtyard collapsed, and the raging fire blocked his sight.The garden, the flower garden, the mansion, everything in sight was quickly engulfed by flames, but after a while, it returned to calm again.

Terrence stood among the ruins.

The nebula hangs low, as if within reach.

He took off the wreath, and the delicate flowers burned quietly in his hands, and finally turned to ashes. He tried to make a fist, but the ashes slipped from his fingers.

He thought: I should wake up.

-

"drop--"

"Drip-drip-"

In front of me is the familiar transparent wall of the medical warehouse, and the monitoring equipment outside the medical warehouse is beating various lines and values.After a burst of hurried footsteps, the outside began to be in chaos, and countless figures dangled in front of the eyes.

Terence was stunned for a while, and finally remembered the last picture he had seen before.

From the sky to the sea.

Under a dark blue curtain, the stars and flames flew past the eyes one by one, and then fell into the infinite dark sea together.

This is bad.The colonel commander thought, and let out a sad sigh.

The author has something to say:

1. The battle of Terence's underwater imperial capital was recorded in history as a well-known car overturning incident (no. Although it was still won, but because the car overturned only happened once, it must be taken as the key point of the exam (.

2. "Facts have proved that if you are a human being, you will overturn your car. So don't waver and be prudent. There is no future in fighting with metaphysics." by Case Analysis.

3. Student: But instructor, why did he come back alive?

Instructor: …… Rely on metaphysics.

4. Colonel Terence is a guy who fights very freely, without any rules at all, and his predictions are all based on intuition. He is a representative of metaphysical warfare (.

5. His childhood career plan was to be a clerk.

6. Claude was the treasurer of the rebel army.

7. It seems that the next chapter can't be finished, so I have to go to the next chapter www