Galaxy and Promise

As soon as Andre stepped down the escalator, he saw Terence.

He was sitting on the side railing, with one foot hooked on the railing and the other casually shaking.Unlike the colleagues and subordinates who were hurrying around, the colonel commander now looks listless and is wandering in the sky by himself.

Andre stopped and watched for a moment, then gave a short chuckle, walked slowly behind him, bent slightly, and suddenly did a textbook-style one-arm chokehold.Terrence's eyes suddenly turned cold, and then he put away his sharp look almost instantly, made a counter-movement at random, turned his face to the side and smiled lazily.

Andre let go of his hand, sat down beside him, and teased with a smile: "It's a step back, Colonel."

Terrence snorted lightly: "Do you really want to try?"

Your Majesty the Major General has always been brave to challenge and not afraid of danger: "Why, do you want to jump up and kick my calf?"

Then he was shot down by the colonel with a gun butt.

Terrence supported the railing with his hand, and with a little effort, he landed on the bridge, turned his head, and said, "Why, did the upper council cause trouble?"

Andre waved his hand, showing a bored expression: "It doesn't stop for a moment, I really should let you listen to it-"

Trenston had a grateful expression on his face: "It's better to say goodbye, I and those guys hate each other, anyway, they don't need my testimony in court."

Just last month, Terrence proved in a pursuit battle that after the signing of the armistice agreement, he definitely did not become docile and deceitful. This unreasonable prehistoric beast chased directly out of the border, blatantly violating the peace treaty , Annihilated the rebels in one fell swoop on the neutral channel.There were two caravans from neutral allies who could not escape and were involved.

The upper council intends to take advantage of the problem, but the military refuses to back down.After going back and forth for several meetings, there is still no dispute. The topic of scolding has long been off topic. In short, it has not been possible to negotiate a result.

The Major General of the Fourth Kongsi Division was too lazy to waste his life at the conference table, and was happy to take the opportunity of accountability to leave his post without authorization.

But the instigator acted nonchalantly: "Have you brought wine?"

The undercurrents and conflicts of interests within the empire have nothing to do with this legion commander who is far away from the main star.The empire needs an appropriate border patrol officer, and Terence is the product of a joint compromise of many parties-in view of the colonel's great achievements and colorful past, it is estimated that many people's original intention is out of sight and out of mind.

It is like a fish in water, let the tiger go back to the mountain.

What's worse is that this legion commander has always been willful and reckless, and there is no reason to speak.The joint public trials in the past failed to restrain him a little bit, not to mention the current impeachment, in a sense, there is no need to worry about debts—otherwise, what can we do, this guy's combat power is comparable to that of the Judgment-class fleet. He was on the opposite side Almost everyone is forced to avoid the edge.Besides, there are not a few people who secretly feel that they have done a good job.

Andre laughed out loud: "Article 150 of the military regulations——"

Terence was indifferent: "Then, you can get out."

The frontier star is not a suitable living environment. The main body of the military base is almost hidden below the surface, and the snow-white lights of the watchtower shine on the dark red soil.The light blue moon hung high in the sky, and the light spots of defense satellites flickered in the dark night sky.

Terrence sat down on the steps of the lookout and opened a can of beer.

"I will probably be listed as the least welcome person by your medical officer." Andre sat down on his lower head, "He just rolled my eyes at me."

"It's okay." Terrence was very sincere, "I welcome you."

For some unspoken reason, No. [-] Squadron often banned alcohol across the board.

The longest one lasted for one year, three months and 22 days. Colonel Terrence, who made the entire Star Alliance terrified, jumped off the wall in anger.

Lieutenant General Pacini was heartbroken: Violating military regulations is violating military regulations. What is drinking medical alcohol?It's embarrassing to say it, is the imperial army so poor that it needs to persecute the wounded?

Andre stretched his legs, leaned back in another position, and looked at Terence.

Terrence was watching the airport not far away, the patrol was changing, the fighter planes were taking off and landing with a low hum, and the orange lights were particularly eye-catching in the night.The searchlights were patrolling, and from this angle, Andre could even see the faint scars on his cheeks and the side of his neck.

Andre then thought of those crappy love poems written in military reports several years ago: Our regiment commander is a pale rose blooming in the ruins of gunpowder, he goes all the way, he never looks back——

Prosperous planets each have their own unique charms, but the remote frontier is not all unsatisfactory.

"You should drink less." Andre said, "I don't want to be kicked out by your medical officer next time."

Terence thought for a while, and felt that the instinct of animals made him decide to enjoy himself in time, so he opened another can of beer: "This is the border, Your Excellency Major General—at the border, of course you have to drink."

What kind of fallacy is this.

The major general who also came from the combat faction couldn't help laughing, and lightly knocked Terence on the head with the wine bottle in his hand: "Who said that!"

Terrence turned around: "I used to—"

He paused, as if he didn't want to continue.But Andre just looked at him like this, his green eyes were warm and clear.Those past events that were covered by layers of ice were inadvertently melted.

After all, there was nothing he could do about green eyes.

Terrence said, "Tsk."

He took a sip of beer and breathed out a thin mist in the low temperature: "When I first was in Titan, every night, I would occasionally think of some... not so good things."

The lights in the distance are reflected in the rose red pupils, like fire in the night sky.

At that time he was only 12 years old.

From the main planet of prosperity to the remote frontier, there is blood and nothing, and it is hard to tell which is the real one.At that time, there were many battles on the border of Titan, and the sound of gunfire rumbled endlessly in the middle of the night, and the burning fighter planes fell from the sky, and the splashing flames tumbling in the dream all night long.

Later, he was picked up and took the first sip of wine, thrown onto the battlefield, fired the first shot, and hit a hit.

"Listen up, kid, this is the border, there's no time for you to think about it. If you feel scared, bored or something else, just drink some wine. Anyway, at the border, there is nothing that drinking can't solve!"

He drank a full glass of strong wine, like a ball of flame, burning all the way from his throat to his stomach, but in the end it was cold.

In his dream that night, he walked out of the burning ruins.

The honest and cheerful deputy captain who could solve everything with alcohol failed to survive the riot three months later. The concentrated energy bomb evaporated half of the turret on the spot, and only half of the identity plate was recovered.

Therefore, there is no way of knowing what kind of beast he released with his own hands.

Today's Terrence is no longer that confused and childish child, and his long and crooked brutal style is obviously not suitable for such a thin and decadent word to drown his sorrows with alcohol.

But he still likes alcohol, and the cold and burning taste of strong wine makes him more sober.

——As long as you're alive, there's nothing that drinking can't fix.

Andre blinked, raised his hand and clinked glasses with Terence.

In the end, half of the wine Andre brought went into Terence's stomach.The colonel, so carried away, even asked the adjutant to get his private stash in the third mezzanine of the desk.In the end, the furious chief medical officer rushed to the watchtower with a knife, and almost staged a human tragedy of killing his boss.

The major general and the colonel fled in a panic, and the rest of the prohibited items (jiu) and goods (jing) were also confiscated.

——No way, as we all know, no one in the Second Squadron dares to provoke the explosive medical officer.

The white walls of the standard dormitory glow with cold white metal light. Terrence is not a person who likes to decorate. There is only a bed, a set of desks and chairs and a wardrobe in the whole room. Under the light blue lighting on the top wall , This narrow room actually looks a bit spacious.

Andre sat on the edge of the bed, and there was a box of open candies on the bedside cabinet. He casually poured a piece and threw it into his mouth. He coughed dryly due to the excessive sugar, and was busy looking for water.

And Terrence took off his cloak and put it on the back of the chair, took off the hair tie casually, walked into the bathroom with bare feet while unbuttoning his shirt.He turned the cross shaft, tested the temperature of the water, splashed a handful of water on his face, and threw the shirt into the recycling box beside him, followed by the belt and pants.

The scalding hot water evaporated a large amount of water mist, taking away the only bit of alcohol.

Andre didn't know when he was standing at the door of the bathroom.

Terrence's complexion had always been very pale, a cold, lifeless pallor which gave him an artificial and unreal appearance.Now under the dual effects of water temperature and alcohol, it showed a rare false blood color.

It was as if Baici suddenly became angry.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and Andre raised his hand to unbutton his collar, maybe because he was drunk, or something else, in short, after a while, he walked into the bathroom mysteriously.

The major general's hand passed through the water curtain, covering the light-colored scar on his thin back.

The high-ranking officer receives a full set of restorative treatments every year, and these scars are destined not to linger long on his body-like the ones in the past.

Terrence shuddered from the sudden touch, turned around, and splashed water on Andre's face.

"Hey—" he scolded with a smile, "what are you doing!"

But Andre didn't speak.Following the current, he brushed the hair from Terrence's forehead, and brushed his thumb over the scar on his cheek and the side of his neck.

Perhaps it was because the emotions buried in the major general's eyes were too complicated at the moment, the colonel was startled, and he suppressed his smile. He subconsciously pushed and shoved, and took half a step back, like some frightened and sensitive animal.

—He knew, or didn't know.

The hot water crackled on the tiles, and the warm water mist rose piece by piece, enveloping the sight.

Andre finally compromised and put down his hand, crossed the colonel's army commander's waist, and turned the cross shaft, and the sound of the water stopped suddenly.

A soft sigh was audible: "Terrence—"

However, roses shouldn't bloom in the flames of war.

The author has something to say:

1. Whether these two people slept this time is a question left over from the century, anyway, they were in the same room that night (hey

2. Terrence has a good drinker, he can drink his subordinates one by one.

3. This is just a collection of free-wheeling fragments, and it will be over after writing a few more chapters. Don’t give me thunder, kneel orz