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Since space missiles can target one satellite, theoretically speaking, they also have the ability to target other satellites; since there is a launch base that is not afraid of being exposed, it is not difficult to speculate that we should still have foolproof second-hand preparations—if the missile preemptively strikes, in the Wanting to intercept without higher technical means is purely daydreaming.

After the aerospace missile incident, the ruler of District D is said to have suffered a serious illness, and some strong policies that were originally one-sided have never been mentioned, and they have kept a low profile.

——Yan Mingxin’s unit used to move between several air force bases. Due to the confidentiality of training, they have a relatively simple way to receive information. They can’t just pick up their mobile phones and surf the Internet as they like, so they only have intermittent and slight understanding of these things Hearing it, and no one organized the big guys to conduct in-depth research on this matter, he left it behind after reading it, and only remembered the general idea.

Now put these things together and think about it: the king has been aloof all his life, and now he is old and has a missile on his neck. Can he sleep peacefully without fear?

Frightened, frightened, and frightened again, wouldn't Zone D be about to change?

Since ancient times, changing dynasties has been a major event for a country, especially for countries with hereditary thrones.When Lao Tzu was around, everyone bowed their heads and listened to each other. When Lao Tzu was about to die, all kinds of monsters and ghosts came out. A little carelessness would cause chaos in the world.

When the old king was in full swing, he had already established a crown prince who was justified or expected by everyone, but those who were not in line may not be convinced.Maybe people think that my fate is up to me?Maybe people just want to lick the blood with the tip of a knife and win the king or lose the bandit?

They also have unruly intentions. The specific actions of these people vary, and it is determined by the IQ of the master and the level of the team.Yan Mingxin remembers that in history, it seems that there are people who can turn around in one fell swoop, but they are more stunned. However, these people usually have both money and power, and they are under a special social system-if some of them want to gather a few planes Or collude secretly with certain forces to borrow a few fights, maybe they really have this ability.

From the point of view of geographical conditions, there are only a handful of airports that can meet the needs of movement; from the point of view of social background, District D is simply doing its part!

This is a purely objective analysis, and it's definitely not because someone has memorized this guess first.Although the opponent's plot, Yan Mingxin, has yet to come up with a reason, but he can't help but marvel at the vicissitudes of the D area. The more he thinks about it, the more he feels that Jun Yang's words are reasonable, which is amazing!

He didn't know if Jun Yang had thought about this step, and he was anxious to find a place where no one was around to discuss with Jun Yang.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, the stars in the sky above Shanhaiguan blinked, and saw a tiny human coming out of a sesame-sized building.

They don't understand why he jumped down the steps in three steps and two steps, they don't understand why he runs, just as they don't understand why someone sails and patrols in the dark, and they don't understand why they go around the moon.

He ran very fast, but opened the car door very lightly, because under the gentle guidance of the street lights, he saw Jun Yang had flattened the seat and was lying down to rest.

The roof light that opened the door made Jun Yang frowned, then raised his hand to put on his eyes to block the light that was not dazzling, and opened his mouth slightly.

Yan Mingxin turned his head and asked, "What's on your ear?"

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to catch the little white dot, but just as his fingertips touched it, he turned his face sharply and avoided it.

Jun Yang raised his hand to fumble, and picked up the inconspicuous little thing.With the help of the dome light inside the car, he opened his eyes and twirled it with his fingertips: "Oh, it's nothing, maybe it was left when taking the model - to study the structure, you must have a model, I heard that they Got a new idea."

Yan Mingxin: "Are you uncomfortable?"

"This?" Jun Yang squeezed a little smile, and said slowly, "It's not uncomfortable, I don't feel it at all, it will be fine in a few minutes. It was just now... The noise is also divided into many types according to the source and frequency. We are checking the other party. What method caused the interference, I was inside just now... I felt a little nauseous, I was in a hurry to get out, and I didn't have time to clean it up."

He touched his ears and said softly, "I'm laughing."

Excessive politeness is sometimes not due to quality, but a clear signal of repelling people thousands of miles away-when a person's body is in a highly exclusive state, he may be afraid of touch, light, sound and even smell stimulation, and his defense is unprecedented.

Yan Mingxin also had a similar experience in the anti-G training, but he didn't know what kind of situation would happen to pilots who routinely perform high-intensity anti-G and can withstand afterburner forces above 5G after training their nerve tolerance? Stimulated and "vomited"?

He looked back in the direction of the institute, hesitating whether to ask someone to come and see him.

Jun Yang murmured: "Speak softly, I'll see if I can still hear you."

"..." Yan Mingxin felt that his heart and throat were instantly tightened by invisible big hands.

The wheel of history is so heavy, and the place where it passes is always the rise and fall of thousands of years. How can a mortal body bear such a trajectory and mission on a certain person?

Jun Yang was lying in front of him, his chest rising and falling slightly.

His mind was full of gratuitous and boundless tragedy, and he wished he could share the pain of this moment.

Jun Yang suddenly said: "I heard it."

Yan Mingxin said softly: "To hell with you, I haven't spoken yet."

"I really heard it this time." Jun Yang closed his eyes and forced a smile, "Wait for me, I'll just rest for a while."

According to Yan Mingxin's experience and his understanding of Jun Yang, this is really not like a symptom that can be rested for a while.

The street lamps in front of the building were on all the time, and the cars parked in the yard fell asleep together with the flowers, plants and trees. There were hundreds of windows in the small building, and the light in each window was on or off—the whole world was in order. Preface, in this world, apart from him, there may be no other person who knows Jun Yang's current situation.

Yan Mingxin said sadly, "You don't look very comfortable."

"What's this?" Jun Yang didn't care, paused for a while, and said again, "However, it's a bit uncomfortable to lie on. Take your arm as a cushion, and I'll lie down for a while."

Without further ado, Yan Mingxin pushed the seat back, bent over and stretched out his arms according to the words. Jun Yang clearly did not open his eyes, but tacitly shifted his body and was lying on his arms, in a posture like a mortise and tenon joint. The structure fits the same.

Yan Mingxin rested his big head on his arm, thinking to himself, why is it so light.

Not five seconds later, Jun Yang tilted his head and said with a smile, "Take it away, it's useless."

Yan Mingxin suddenly understood: the man was tense, and he didn't really lie down at all.

He didn't move, and said: "It's okay, you lie down. You are like this, I can give you two, do you know? I'm afraid that you are pressing me?"

After hearing this, the xenophobic state of Jun Yang's body seemed to be lifted.Yan Mingxin could feel the weight on his arm tentatively increasing bit by bit, and finally, the man finally lay down on it.

He looked out, and on the other side of the car was a flower bed, with black lights and blind lights, and beside his ears was Jun Yang's low laughter, which only circled around his chest and throat.Strangely, this time, not only did he not feel creepy, but he also found that Jun Yang's teeth were neat and white.

Forgive him for not really noticing this in the past. The reason is that firstly, he has never seen this person from such an angle and such a distance; In the eyes, people dare not look away, for fear of missing important news.

Knowing that Jun Yang was not feeling well, he paid close attention and said softly, "Didn't I have a dream when I was unconscious? You said that our brigade commander came to see me the other day. I went back and thought about it, and I seemed to have dreamed too. him."

He vaguely recalled that the appearance of the "company instructor" in the dream seemed to gradually overlap with their brigade commander, who looked like the brigade commander when he was young.

"..." Jun Yang froze for a moment, and his laughter stopped abruptly.

He said blankly, "Impossible."

"Really." Yan Mingxin recalled, "I dreamed that I was on a mission with him and had dinner together. I poured him a glass of wine during the meal. He drank and scolded me after drinking. Yes, I seem to be dreaming about my former classmates too, we are sitting in the classroom like..."

How can a place like "Kutao Maritime Training Center" have such spacious and bright classrooms?That was clearly a classroom in Fengtian Military Academy in his memory!Those people who passed by were also faces he used to be familiar with!

"Impossible." Jun Yang didn't listen to people at all, and emphasized again, "You remember wrong."

Who would talk to someone about their dreams when they have nothing to do? This is Yan Mingxin's rare opening of his heart.

As soon as his train of thought was interrupted, he frowned and said, "Brother, is it up to you or me to decide what I dreamed?"

Jun Yang avoided him from a distance, sat up, put the seat back, started the car with his chin raised, and said in an unquestionable tone: "I say you have the final say when you have the final say. "