Galaxy and Promise

During the break, Andre looked back at the back row.

However, no one was seen at all.He didn't need to guess, he knew that Terrence was probably sleeping behind him again.

Terrance's stature hadn't grown much since the third grade, and he was even shorter after graduation. In the first week of taking office, the entire Imperial Army knew that the Fourth Air Division had a particularly cute (and super fierce) lieutenant.It's an advantage to be short, no one can see him when he gets down on the ground, and he has practiced this skill so well.

——Speaking of which, this guy wasn't called by Professor Alfred much when he was in school.

Andre gave a short laugh, picked up his coat, looked at the time, it was still enough to smoke a cigarette.

Turning over the "No Smoking" sign on the wall of the observation station on the top floor, Andre leaned on the stand of the observation mirror and lit a cigarette.

The monitoring instruments in the observation station emit slight and regular electronic sounds. Through the window, the sound of the large mechs rising and falling in the training ground not far away is somewhat dull.And the reflection of the nebula on the curved dome seems to be within reach.That was the airspace map of the Stannorn Empire, and in the past few years, Andre had witnessed its rapid expansion nearly doubling.

At that time, Terence was still a sharp-edged frontline commander. He was born to belong to the starry sky, and his strong personal style of combat made him famous in a short period of time.

"I always feel that there is nothing wrong with me."

At that time, Andre, who led his troops to break into the surface from the flank track, only saw the enemy base that had been destroyed.Damaged wreckage was everywhere on the ground, thick smoke billowed, and flames blazed everywhere, and it was hard to tell who belonged to it.Obviously, the landing force, which encountered four times the expected blocking and lost contact with the outer-orbital fleet, had taken the lead in ending the battle before the arrival of backup.

Andre sees the crashed "Violet" in the Nexus Hall.

The atmosphere of Frontier Star is thin, and the surface temperature at night is close to minus [-] degrees Celsius, and the dripping water turns into ice, and the indoor temperature will never be more optimistic.The constant temperature system has completely collapsed. As soon as Andre opened the cockpit, he felt a biting chill through the tactical suit.

As soon as he frowned, he heard a lazy voice: "Mister over there, do you have any cigarettes?"

Terence leaned against the left wing of the mech, raised his head, and looked over through the smoke with a nonchalant smile.

He said, "Too slow, Andre."

Andre's brows loosened, then slightly furrowed, he jumped off the mecha and walked over in two or three steps.Terence was shot in the left shoulder, and the open wound formed a thin layer of frost under the low temperature.He has always been indifferent, and now he is as white as ice and snow, but his eyes are still full of spirited brilliance, arrogant and dazzling, as if there are stars reflected in them.

"You don't look very good right now."

Andre sat down next to Terence with the first-aid kit in hand, took out a cigarette case and handed him one, and took one himself, teasing with a smile.

Terrence snorted softly, then lit a cigarette with the crackling and flickering electric sparks beside him, and raised his eyebrows: "There are even more 'not so good'—" After injecting a tube of medicine, Andre caught a glimpse of the sharp contempt on his face from the corner of his eye, "If you dare to knock me down from the sky, you have to be prepared to be beaten back to the sky by me."

"That's a real pity," said Andrei. "I beat 'em down again."

In the cold night, the nebula hangs down, intersecting with the lights of the landing ship and the burning flames. Ashes and residual snow fall from the sky above the punctured dome. The emergency energy source in the central room makes a lingering sound of operation, and the dim lights flicker.

Andre raised an arm and held it weakly. The smoky snow fell on his palm and melted quickly.

"Hello, Terrence."

"Ok?"

"Are you going to go on like this?"

When Terence heard this, he raised his eyes in surprise.Suddenly he laughed and exhaled lightly: "It's nothing bad."

He turned his head, narrowed his eyes, looked at the twinkling starry sky, and said in a particularly relaxed and cheerful tone, "I can fly even further."

That's it.

Soar, fight, until one day—

"It's nothing bad." Terence repeated again, the cigarette between his fingers was extinguished, he half-closed his eyes, curled up his fingers and breathed out white mist into his palm, "It's just a little cold."

The footsteps of the logistics troops came from the other end of the corridor, and Andre finally breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

Terrence was still sitting, eyes downcast, as if concentrating on his fingers.He said, "Andre."

The light above his head flickered on for a moment, making the smile on his face a bit illusory, and then, with a "pop", he finally swallowed his breath.In the darkness, Terrence's voice was a little tired: "Can it be fixed, my little girl?"

"Of course, don't underestimate the scientific research department of the empire." Andre said while gesturing to the logistics staff who arrived, "It's okay to add a layer of armor for you."

"Forget it, I like her now." Terrence seemed to shake his head, and let out a deep laugh from his chest, with an unspeakable tenderness in his voice, "You should help me with the information first. Give me some bastards from the Ministry—"

"It's not a great feeling to crash."

"Click", "Click"——

The footsteps are unhurried, going up the stairs, from far to near.

"Major General over there, do you have any cigarettes?"

When Andre turned his head, he saw Terrence leaning against the door, as if he had just woken up, the hair on the side of his face was a little upturned, and there were cuff buttons on his forehead.

The major general laughed briefly, and gestured to the sign on the wall with the hand holding the cigarette: "Smoking is prohibited in the observation room, Colonel, pay attention to the impact."

"Huh—?" This is a bit too much, Terence tilted his head and asked seriously, "So, is it forbidden to beat the boss in the observation room?"

Andre couldn't help laughing, he stood up straighter: "Terence, Terence—" He seemed very earnest, "We have to be reasonable, and don't always use hands and feet, it's not good."

Terence was confident: "Why do you have to be reasonable when you can solve it with your hands?" After a pause, he added, "I have nothing to reason with you."

"Why not?" Andre smiled, took out a cigarette case from his pocket and threw it over, and pointed to himself, "I, a special consultant of the military inspection team, part-time, can help you deal with the aftermath of being reported Take cover."

Terrence took the cigarette case, lowered his head and took out a cigarette, walked over calmly, put one hand on Andre's shoulder, and leaned forward: "Then, dear part-time consultant, please excuse me—"

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head, lit a cigarette with Andre's hand familiarly, raised his head and exhaled on the major general's face, with sly complacency in his rose red eyes: "Now, do you want to report me?"

Andre brushed away the falling hair of the other party, put his wrist on his shoulder, and coughed lightly: "Since it's you, I decided to derelict my duty and violate the rules together. How about it, are you loyal enough?"

"Fuck you—" Terrence snorted, pushed Andre, leaned on the stand and looked up at the starry sky above the dome, "This picture has reached so far place."

He raised his hand and gestured: "The border defense line was still there when I looked at it last time."

Andre said: "Commander, how long has it been since you looked at the airspace chart? I am worried about the prospects of the Second Squadron."

The colonel, who had never looked at the map after graduation, didn't change his face: "What do I see that doing, to cultivate patriotism?"

He also said: "The current students are a bit pathetic. How many test centers have been added?"

Andre: "..."

The stars flicker—

Andre narrowed his eyes. From the Kemp line of defense, to the Fleet planetary belt, and then to the current North River line of defense, Terence has been in the process of expanding the empire.He is an unstoppable sharp blade, using the flames of war to burn everything that stands in his way.

"Hello, Terrence."

"Ok?"

"Are you going to go on like this?"

Terence raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this.He thought for a moment, then finally shrugged and said without hesitation: "So what."

He stretched his arms and pointed to the edge of the dome starry sky: "The North River line of defense is there, but I can go further—whether it's the target or the battle, as for what will be the end—"

"Let's talk about it then."

He looked at the sea of ​​stars, as if looking at a farther place.

Andre followed his gaze, and suddenly laughed lowly. He straightened up, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out: "It's up to you, but try not to die too far away."

Terrence also smiled: "Okay, I'll let the secretary remind me."

The author has something to say:

Terrance: In order to let me run further, I decided to buy a warship of my own.

Andre: Don't even think about it, can't you fucking let those black-hearted arms dealers cheat less money?