What the hell did the fiance do wrong! [Quick Transmigration]

Chu Zheng bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the table. In fact, he asked this question without any deep meaning: "Isn't the chaotic place where the White Night Star Bandit Group is located borders the northern territory?"

"About the mysterious leader of the rebel army, the empire has never seen any news, and I'm just a little curious about him."

Chu Zheng looked at the star map and recalled the content of the battle report he had seen before: "Although I don't want to admit it, the reaction efficiency of the rebel army seems to be much higher than that of the empire."

It was not until the third day after the fall of the Zhoufang galaxy that the empire finally reluctantly convened an emergency meeting and agreed to send additional troops to the defense line.

However, the fleet under the Dawn Legion of the rebel army quickly received orders on the first day of the Zerg attack and rushed to the border for reinforcements in batches.

Qiao Yiran racked his brains to recall his evaluation among the public——

In fact, the people in the north still have a good evaluation of him, but they don't know whether they should be cheeky and blow their rainbow farts in front of Chu Zheng at this time.

Chu Zheng turned his gaze away from the star map hanging on the wall: "So? I want to hear any news from Beidi?"

Qiao Yiran struggled to organize his own words: "I don't know much... The current chief is the son of the previous chief. He inherited his father's wish and has a high prestige in the hearts of the people in the North."

"Oh?" Chu Zheng turned his face with interest, "I've heard it before. It is said that there is no distinction between nobles and commoners in the North, and there is no hereditary saying. Why can the leader inherit the position from his father?"

Qiao Yiran recalled the situation at that time: "He inherited the army from his father, and people hope that he can continue to lead the army to victory like the previous leader."

Chu Zheng chewed on the words "winning" playfully: "People expect him to win the war with the empire?"

Qiao Yiran swallowed, and nodded with difficulty.

Thinking of the public's evaluation, Chu Zheng lost interest for a while: "Qiao Yiran, life without nobles...is it really so satisfying?"

Chu Zheng belongs to the royal family of the empire. He stands at the top of the aristocratic system, has always demanded himself with very strict standards, and has always maintained the pride and dignity of being a nobleman.

But judging from the situation of the battle between the rebel army and the empire, the people don't seem to think so.

The command room of the small battleship fell into silence for a moment.

Looking at Chu Zheng's dejected look, Qiao Yiran thought of his expression when he spoke up for General Ning Tiancheng, and suddenly some complicated feelings surged in his heart.

There are indeed many corrupt scum among the nobles, but there are also admirable existences.

Qiao Yiran organized his words and tried to soften his words a bit: "Becoming a noble is just because of your natural blood, and you don't need to pass any assessment. This is precisely the scariest thing."

"When the people can't decide whether the nobles standing on their heads are good or bad, of course it is better to have no nobles."

Chu Zheng sighed dejectedly when he thought of what he had seen and heard in the past years.

The privilege of being nobles allows them to oppress civilians unscrupulously, but they forget that the original essence of nobles is to protect their own territory and people.

Sometimes, even Chu Zheng himself doubts whether everything he has tried his best to protect is worth it.

Qiao Yiran gently reached out and patted Chu Zheng's shoulder.

"Your Highness...it's not your fault."

"You have made so many military exploits, and you have protected the civilians at the border again and again regardless of life and death."

"In the minds of all the people, His Highness has always been a person worthy of admiration."

"You have the interests of the people at heart, and you have always insisted on doing the right thing."

"That's good enough."

Chu Zheng looked at Qiao Yiran, the gentleman looked at him without fear, his eyes were full of affirmation and sincerity.

Since the split, because he was not an Alpha, Chu Zheng's status as heir has been unstable.

It's a pity that Chu Zheng hears the most is "It would be great if Your Highness is an Alpha!"

In fact, his real condition was ten thousand times worse than Beta's.

But the person in front of him, he clearly knew his true identity, but he never seemed to express any opinion on himself as an Omega, but insisted on fighting for the rights of the empire.

On the contrary, he was always trying to tell himself: You are already a very good Your Highness.

Chu Zheng seemed to be comforted a little bit, he hugged Qiao Yiran's shoulder forcefully, but soon let go.

"Thank you."

He is always like this, those rare fragility are just fleeting.

He always remembers what is the responsibility on his shoulders.

Chu Zheng looked at the star map on the wall, the war there was related to the safety of tens of millions of people, and it was an urgent matter before him.

His gaze became firm again: "No matter what, as the crown prince of the empire, I also have my own responsibilities."

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Chu Zheng led the First Army to the edge of the defense line and quickly stabilized the situation at the border.

He brought an elite fleet and the first batch of combat readiness resources, temporarily making up for the biggest deficiency in the empire's defense line.

The attacks of the Zerg came one after another, but the empire has gradually mastered the rules.

Just when Chu Zheng led the First Legion to fight more and more bravely, and finally succeeded in regaining the lost territory of the Zhoufang Galaxy, he received an order to withdraw troops from the Emperor Star.

Staring at the flimsy military order, Chu Zheng gritted his teeth, his eyes were almost bloodshot.

Dixing's wording was unceremonious, pointing out that Chu Zheng was exaggerating and deliberately exaggerating the danger of war in order to embezzle military resources.

Emperor Star believes that the border garrison is sufficient to cope with the impact of this insect swarm, and the central government tries to take this opportunity to mobilize the First Legion to attack the rebel Baier galaxy.

Several generals who had a meeting with Chu Zheng in the small conference room were filled with righteous indignation: "The Emperor Star group, they don't know anything else, they just know how to command blindly!"

"Just calling back a little bit, he knows to withdraw the army, and once it is withdrawn, it will be over!"

"Why did I consume a few more ammunition on the battlefield? It's like digging his flesh!"

Chu Zheng sent four or five messages to Emperor Star in a row, confessing why he still needs to stay on the edge of the defense line, but did not receive any response.

The situation on the side of the First Legion is getting more and more stalemate.

The fighting on the Zerg side couldn't stop at all, but Emperor Star had completely sealed off the First Legion's supplies.

No matter who Chu Zheng was connected with, or how he made a sincere proposal to his father, Emperor Xing would just say: Withdraw!

In this situation, even Chu Zheng knew well what would be waiting for him in Emperor Star once he withdrew his troops.

The First Army only had enough supplies to last for five days. If the support did not come, a group of people would run out of ammunition and food.

That night, Chu Zheng called an emergency meeting.

There is only one central idea: use the last supplies to protect the people and retreat behind the second line of defense.

The perimeter line of defense could no longer be defended.

A group of tall and burly men with red eyes and clenched fists: "It's a great situation, but it was dragged away by this group of wine bags and rice bags!"

Chu Zheng's expression was as cold as ever, as if the problem in front of him was not a big deal.

He calmly reassured everyone: "At present, there are not too many casualties. If the green hills are left, we are not afraid of running out of firewood. When the supplies arrive, it will not be too late for us to fight back."

That is to say, Chu Zheng has urgently mobilized supplies through his fiefdom, but distant waters cannot save nearby fires, and the delivery of supplies still needs to break through the heavy blockade from the Emperor Star.

The road ahead is bleak and unclear, so we can only shrink the line of defense as much as possible.

But early the next morning, before the plan could be carried out, the situation on the battlefield changed suddenly.

When Qiao Yiran rushed into the locker room with the emergency military report, Chu Zheng had already put on his own uniform completely.

He pursed his lips, his expression was very serious, and he was mentally prepared for the storm he was about to face.

"Your Highness..."

Qiao Yiran's voice choked up.

Chu Zheng nodded towards him: "I know everything."

When the people began to retreat one after another, the Zerg finally lost their patience and showed their true fangs.

The attack frequency of this wave was several times that of the previous period, and high-level Zerg appeared quickly. Their attacks were orderly and obviously had a certain strategy.

Everything points to an impossible result: just like the one 500 years ago, two queens appeared among the Zerg.

With one more queen, the territory that needs to be expanded is very scary.

They will never give up until one of them dies.

The First Legion once again called an emergency meeting.

Chu Zheng held the smart optical computer in his hand, and issued the order calmly and calmly: "Send the order to speed up the retreat of the people. After all the people retreat to the second line of defense, immediately activate the emergency combat readiness mode and block all space passages!"

Afterwards, Chu Zheng turned his face and looked at Qiao Yiran: "Qiao Yiran, the Third Fleet of the First Legion, listens to the order!"

"The Third Fleet needs someone to pick up the incoming supplies, and you lead the team to carry out the pick-up mission."

Qiao Yiran tightly squeezed the military order in his hand: "Your Highness, I won't go!"

He knew why Chu Zheng sent him to leave the battlefield at this time.

If I can really successfully receive the supplies from Chu Zheng's fief, the battle here should be over, and there will be a result no matter whether it is victory or defeat.

—and there is no risk in my own mission!

Chu Zheng looked gloomy: "This is a military order!"

The Alpha who was accidentally involved in the accident did nothing wrong. He shouldn't have entered the First Legion, and there was no need to accompany him to take risks at this moment.

In front of all the generals, Qiao Yiran could no longer refute any decision of the general.

Even if he was sent to pick up supplies, he could still think of other ways.

Just 1 minute ago, Qiao Yiran had already sent an urgent order to Yu Meng through the secret communicator.

Yu Meng frantically mobilized supplies from the Baiyexing Pirates, and was sent around by Qiao Yiran.

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This wave of Zerg is indeed much more difficult to fight than every previous wave.

The materials that were originally enough to last for five days could no longer last on the third day.

"Your Highness, the repair fluid in the medical cabin is urgent!"

"Your Highness, the number of first-level energy blocks is insufficient!"

Chu Zheng calmly issued one order after another: "The wounded retreat to the second line and evacuate with the people."

"If the first-level energy block is gone, use the second-level energy block to top it."

Chu Zheng casually asked about the retreat situation: "How many people have retreated now?"

"The progress is 85%."

Looking at the stalemate battlefield in front of him, Chu Zheng sighed silently, but his tone remained calm: "It's coming soon, hold on a little longer."

He has been driving his rack "Chengying" for three days and two nights of high-intensity battles.

Under such a limit state, taking three inhibitors in a row could no longer suppress his unstable period.

In the airtight mech cabin, Chu Zheng's forehead was covered with sweat. The too high-intensity battle made his usual sober mind a little dizzy.

But his operation has always been as stable as a robot, accurately harvesting the lives of one high-level Zerg after another.

And the Zerg in front of them seemed endless, killing more and more.

He knew he was reaching his limit.

The soldiers under him have changed shifts three times in a row.

But there are still too few sss-level mechas here, and the strategic significance represented by high-level mechas is very important. Every member of the sss-level mecha formation is still trying to support it.

Under the cover of his teammates, Chu Zheng's mecha gradually penetrated into the front of the high-level Zerg that was protected in the center.

As long as it can successfully end its life, this battle can basically come to an end.

The mech's left arm suddenly trembled heavily.

Chu Zheng tried his best to take two steps back, maintaining his balance with difficulty: Oh no!

When Qiao Yiran led the fleet from the chaotic land to rush over, what he saw was such a scene of running out of ammunition and food.

"The first formation, suppress the fire on the left!"

"Mecha formation, prepare to switch defenses!"

It was obvious that the fleet of the First Legion had run out of ammunition and food, but the sound of a battleship attack suddenly came from behind.

The Zerg who had already rushed in front of them were disrupted by this wave of attacks.

Chu Zheng's fighting instinct prompted him to seize this opportunity.

The life of the last high-level Zerg was suddenly harvested.

Another unfamiliar mecha formation quickly came up to change defenses.

Chu Zheng retreated to the safe area with difficulty, exhausted his last strength, and opened the door of the mech.

Qiao Yiran couldn't wait to parachute down from the battleship.

This guy obviously came a little too hastily, he should have just gone through a space transition, and his face is still a little pale.

Chu Zheng looked at this familiar face, and showed a slightly funny expression: "I asked you to perform the task, but you went to a place of chaos... and you said you weren't a star thief?"

The wind with gunpowder smoke passed by silently.

Qiao Yiran's eyes were a little sore, but he still hugged Chu Zheng's body that was a little weak under the strain, and maintained a teasing tone: "Hey, Your Highness, I am your Alpha!"

"Sending me away from the front line at such a moment would be to underestimate me."

Before losing consciousness, Chu Zheng was lying in his arms, feeling full of security, looking up to see his smile: as bright as ever.

It is like the wind that brings the breath of green grass in the summer campus, comfortable and relaxing.

The person who was supposed to be closest to me stabbed me in the back, but the person who should be most on guard accidentally gave me the most support.

He is the first heir to the empire, always ruthless, always iron-blooded, and is called "the devil" by countless people.

All this time, I have never received such understanding.

But this person broke through the blockade, stood in front of him, and told him "because I am your Alpha".

At this moment a messy battlefield.

My heart seemed to bloom all of a sudden, swaying with the wind.