Galaxy and Promise

"I have a question," Andre said.

"I have been working overtime since half a month ago, for the parade of the God's Descendant Festival, the award of the God's Descendant Festival, and the holiday of the God's Descendant Festival." He counted with his fingers, "But why have I not taken a vacation after the God's Descendant Festival has passed?"

"Because you are more handsome?" William raised his eyebrows jokingly.

"Be patient, dear Major General Legerui, all military students across the country want to see you now, you are a talented young man with outstanding achievements and a bright future." Elizabeth elongated her voice teasingly, "A role model in the eyes of many students, The idol in my heart, the lover of my dreams. More than half of the children who applied for admission to the Imperial Military Academy this year vowed that they would "want to be as great as Major General Andre von Legere."

"I have a problem." The man in the back seat who covered his face with a cloak raised his hand, "If this is the case, why should I go?"

The great Andre immediately sat upright and turned around, smiling kindly: "Don't be like this, Terrence, you are very important."

These words were solemn, and upon listening carefully, there was a hint of tenderness and tenderness. Even Terence raised his eyes in surprise, and pulled down his cloak slightly.Then I heard the other party speak earnestly: "No one can be more inspiring than you, such a short driver can be undefeated-"

Terrence: "..."

He threw the cloak aside, stood up slowly, raised his hand to comb the long hair scattered in front of his face, tilted his face, and smiled with bloody innocence and arrogance.

He said, "Andre."

Immediately, seven or eight hands reached out and grabbed him: "Forget it, forget it, don't fight, don't fight."

Andre said: "Ah, the lovely colonel is very angry, and he is going to jump and bite."

Immediately, two or three people simultaneously covered their mouths and pressed down.

"You can shut up—"

"Colonel over there, Colonel Terrence, calm down, put down the gun first—no, laser cannons won't work either! No one takes mechas out today, if the flight explodes and destroys, it will definitely be hung on the Special Contribution Award 100 years!"

Amidst the laughing and playing of the young officers, the flight finally arrived at the Candela planetary air port.

This natural satellite has a rich climate and a well-defined environment. It was originally the training base for reserve officers of the Stannorn Empire. After several generations of operation and transformation, it now has a more widely known name: the First Military Academy of the Empire.It is one of the most famous military academies of the Star Alliance, and more than one-third of the senior military officers of the current Imperial Military Department graduate here.At the end of the God's Descending Festival holiday, outstanding officers return to school guidance, brackets, and exhibitions have always been the reserved programs of the Imperial Military Academy. They were forced to suspend for several years when the war was at its height, and resumed again this year.

Andre had his epaulets and a bunch of ribbons ripped off, and he was busy arranging his appearance when he walked off the deck. Then he was kicked lightly from behind by an instructor, lifted his hat, and hooked his shoulders.

"Returning to the old place, returning to the hometown, tell me about your impressions?" The instructor smiled all over his face, "Respected Major General Legerui."

The major general's face was very solemn: "I worked overtime in the meeting and was forced to watch animals. Now I understand why I was broken in the exhibition game back then."

The instructor laughed, pressed Andre's shoulders and rubbed his blond hair, and said: "Be gentle, the children in the last few classes are not as resistant to beatings as you - even though the medical class is already in place."

"You shouldn't have said that to me." Andre shook his head with a smile, raised his face and said, "The worst one is over there."

"It can be seen that it is not good to be too short."

Professor Alfred, the instructor of imperial history, looked serious, straight to the point, and thought deeply: "It affects the neatness of the army! I have never seen the shortest one in any public place! Is he here today?"

As soon as Terence stepped off the bridge, he stopped when he heard this, and quickly turned around, preparing to slip away the same way, but within two steps, a large tome flew behind him, knocking him back.

Alfred strode forward, with a standard chokehold when he came up, and his white beard trembled: "Are you capable? Still want to escape? Commander Terence of the Fourth Air Force Division, I know how much you have added to the students. Is it a test center? There are military courts four times a year, do you take it as a tourist? You are already a colonel, why are you still so short?"

Terrence looked like a disturbed manul, furiously furious: "What does this have to do with height!"

He was immediately hit on the head with a "bang": "What connection? Look at that golden-haired major general, what connection did you say? Believe it or not, the height of Colonel Terrence will be included in the exam questions this year?"

Terrence: "..."

Andre, who was innocently lying on the gun: "???"

He cleared his throat and advised solemnly: "Don't start your head, don't start your head, you are already short enough, if you hit it again, you won't be able to grow taller, and you will easily become stupid."

The ferocious manul finally broke free from the shackles, rushed out, and fell face to face with knees and backs.Professor Alfred sighed behind him: "...Oh, I didn't catch it. Short legs have a high frequency of movement."

-

After many years, he returned to college.

Terrence was sitting on the guest seat, resting his chin on one hand, fiddling with the terminal absently, and listening to Andre's speech on the stage.

The young major general has a natural leadership charisma, like a star that will never go out, shining brightly in every gesture.Thousands of young and vigorous eyes in the audience followed him closely, with longing and confidence shining in their eyes.

William elbowed Terrence, leaned over and whispered, "That bastard is exactly what a child dreamed of."

Terrence raised his head, and happened to meet Andre's gaze.The major general raised his chin vigorously at him, with hidden provocation hidden in his eyes.The sunlight fell down the ends of his hair, lighting up the medal on his chest.Young and proud, it is indeed what the future should look like in the minds of countless people.

"Hasn't he always been like this?" Terence looked back and gave a fleeting smile, "Think about him back then."

"Such as broken ribs?" William teased.

A few years later, when they were still in the third grade, at the end of the God's Descend Festival, Andre and Terrence, this pair of young twin stars, just sniped the officer's car in actual combat, and then Both crashed and won the only draw of the year.

Andre broke two ribs and was still laughing when he climbed out of the cockpit: "I just don't want to lose at this time."

Terrence said: "No matter when, I don't want to lose."

At that time, the war was like the sword of Damoris hanging high, and it would not know when it would fall—in fact, the first large-scale conflict broke out during the fourth grade holiday, and they even went to the front line before the graduation ceremony. Thus began an era of unprecedented expansion of the empire.

And when he was a teenager, Andre had the unrealistic and ignorant goals and determination that he should have at that age.Like a flamboyant peacock, he does not hide his arrogant ambition at all, related to family, military rank, and future.This spirit has never been thwarted. Today, as he stands there, time has polished and precipitated his former sharpness, but everyone knows that this young major general will never stop here, and he is still moving towards the goal he planned. Go to the destination.

Terrence looked at the back of Andre in front of the podium.

The cape of the major general's dark blue dress is decorated with gold tassels at the end.

He suddenly remembered some past events.

Terrence thought: He's better than me.

-

Amid regretful cheers and applause, the last trainee plane was shot down.The almost unscathed trainer plane circled twice in the low altitude and landed slowly.The cockpit opened upwards, and the blond pilot stood up, pushed up the goggles amid the cheers, and whistled: "Colonel over there, are you coming?"

Terrence stood up amidst the sudden burst of screams, stared at Andre from a distance, turned around and raised his hand: "I have a question, do I need to pay for damage to the trainer?"

The actual combat instructor laughed loudly: "Get on the simulator!"

Andrea jumped out of the cockpit and waved his hand: "Given someone hit a holiday gopher, need some warm-up time?"

Terrence supported the railing with one hand, turned down the auditorium, took off his coat and threw it aside, tied up his long hair, and raised high fives with Andre as they passed by.

Fire was burning in those rose red eyes: "Are you kidding - crush you!"

"Then try it!" The major general also raised his eyebrows provocatively, and walked towards his cabin.

The operating sound of the simulator is low and regular. After the identity verification, the familiar operation interface gradually emerges in front of the eyes.Terrence reached out to hold the joystick, looking at the virtual starry sky outside the screen.He and Andre have fought against each other countless times. They have fought each other on the simulator, played chess in actual combat training, and even drew swords against each other on the battlefield.

The encounters in life are really wonderful. He and Andre, two completely different people, have opposite goals. They walked side by side, parted ways, and finally stood under the same starry sky.

but--

Terrence clenched the joystick, listening to the roar before starting, his eyes lit up.

At least here, as long as he is still sitting in the cockpit, he can still operate his mecha, and he can gallop across the sea of ​​stars——

will never lose.

As soon as the instruction sounded, the blue-purple mecha collided with the platinum-gold opponent at an astonishing speed amid bursts of exclamations. In the short combat, the two mechas burst into dazzling light.

Just like when I was young.

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