Artificial Wizard Growth Log

"Hello, this is the General Staff of the Federal Military Department, Marshal's Office, and I'm Victor Turan."

In Professor An's light screen, the acting general marshal of the three major armies of the Voyager Federation is working at his desk.

The man has long silver hair that is rare, loose and untied. Thin light flows on the hair, interweaving with the dark and dull military uniform, forming an illusion of light and shadow. The face under the light and shadow is even more unexpected handsome.

Well maintained, the only general of the federation who looked in his early thirties, Victor Turan, who looked more like a nobleman than a soldier, lowered his head, and a series of light screens flashed. Say a word without lifting.

"Lieutenant General An, please speak if you have something to say."

Professor An, An Huaichun, Lieutenant General An, the idol guardian of Ping Kyushu, laughed dryly: "Your Excellency, Marshal, you should know why I'm here."

"Because it is related to you, some subordinates have indeed reported to me about your students," Marshal Turan said without changing his face or even raising his head, "I don't think there is anything to talk about in this regard. .”

An Huaichun: "..."

"I'm very busy, I'll hang up if I have nothing to do."

Seeing Turan on the opposite side of the light screen trying to shut him down, An Huaichun sighed with a headache, knowing that the other party would not really die, "...wait a minute."

"Always moaning and sighing, no wonder people treat him as an old man."

After processing a pile of documents, he slowly closed the cover of the light path pen. Marshal Turan leaned back, leaned his shoulders against the back of the chair, crossed his fingers, and raised his eyes to look at An Huaichun.

"Always take care of that boy who can't grow up. No matter how talented he is, what's the use if he can't grow up? Will he be thrown into the army to play games after he graduates?"

"Kyushu talent is very good, not only the talent in manipulating armed bones, but also in other aspects..."

"There are tens of thousands of talents in the Federation. Is he so precious?"

"There are tens of thousands of people in the Federation, and there is only one you..." An Huaichun's tone was still gentle, "There is only one me."

Opposite the light screen, the silver-haired marshal lowered his eyes.

"He's not good enough to be you and me."

"However, Kyushu can be himself... I am very optimistic about him."

The two looked at each other.

Victor Turan's gaze was thoughtful, while An Huaichun's gaze was persistent.

The two strongest generals in this world confronted each other for a while, and it was Admiral Turan who made the first concession.

"Since you said so, I will not interfere in this matter, you can find your former subordinates for activities."

An Huaichun: "...ha, haha."

He didn't intend to seek death yet, okay?

Just when An Huaichun started to have a headache again, the silver-haired marshal opposite the light screen suddenly asked, "When are you going back to the military headquarters?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback.

He didn't expect that Turan would say such a word to him.

But... He couldn't have expected anything about this proud Marshal.

Neither the former Lieutenant General An nor Professor An, a teacher who only teaches one elective course at the National Defense Military University of the Capital, is not familiar with this big man in front of him.

How did you say that sentence, the most familiar stranger, this is the clearest comment on the relationship between the two of them.

Speaking of familiarity, that’s because even if An Huaichun is working as a teacher now, there are whole drawers in the dormitory drawers related to Victor Turan’s paper documents and three memory storage materials. The silver-haired officer opposite the light screen He can recite the horoscope of his birth date and the eight generations of his ancestor An Huaichun, and he thinks that Turan is doing the same to him.

Speaking of strangers... Although the two of them have worked together for so many years, Victor Turan is in the Second Army of the Federation, and he is in the various unremarkable Third Army. See you in China.

So as soon as Turan's words came out, An Huaichun felt that something was wrong.

"You want me to go back... It's not like you can't handle the affairs of the military department."

Turan's tone was calm.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, how long has the Federation been at peace?"

"December of this year will be the [-]th anniversary of the victory of the war... The Marshal asked me why I did this?"

Turan finally glanced at An Huaichun in surprise.

"You have been lazy in college for almost 20 years...Has even your sharp intuition been worn away by the comfortable life? You were originally a weak tiger without sharp claws, but your ears didn't work. Could it be turned into a pet cat?"

After the long series of words with the gun clip stick, the silver-haired marshal did not see the person on the other side of the video getting angry.

The seemingly ordinary middle-aged man's tone was still gentle.

"You are right in saying that, but since there is no war in the Federation, what do I need my ears to do... I already understand the intention of the marshal, but I don't know what clues you have found?"

"The Zerg is about to move."

"There is no day when the Zerg is not ready to move."

"There is also an undercurrent in the Federation."

"……I understand."

The two famous generals of the Federation had not even met their eyes for a second before they had finished exchanging opinions.

An Huaichun sighed wearily in his heart.

It should come, and it really will come.

From the [-]th year of the voyage to the [-]st year of the voyage, there were only two wars between humans and the Zerg in the vast universe. Compared with the tragedy of the first human-worm war and the second human-worm war, the friction on the border like today is like a child's play.

But this was never what An Huaichun was most worried about, as long as the bugs came and beat them.

What worries him is that the force that has been hidden among humans since the end of the first Human-Insect War has never been triggered. However, in the Second Human-Insect War, the main force of humans to conquer the Zerg fell into an ambush, and the entire rear area was in ambush. In major accidents such as being raided by the Zerg, there seems to be their shadows.

Obviously, the only way between humans and Zerg is life and death. What is the brains of those shit who are going to be raped?

Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, still can't figure this out.

If the development of the Second Human-Insect War only made him feel the shadow of such a group of people, then what happened later allowed him to determine how far the tentacles of this group of people stretched.Back then when the Zerg was finally driven out of the Gold Mercury battle line, Gumen Star still hadn't recovered. Before everyone had time to sit down and eat hot steamed buns for a rest, the military department suddenly became violent.

The conflict was between the Second Army led by Turan and the Third Army led by An Huaichun.

The two armies have always had friction, and comparing each other has been a traditional project for hundreds of years, but the situation at that time, it would not be surprising to say that the Federation will start a war in the next moment.

The unknown forces chose a good insertion point, but they did not expect that there were people like this. An Huaichun, who found the strange development of the situation, did not wait for the forces of all parties to react, and submitted his resignation without saying a word. And Victor Turan did not change his face, and as the acting marshal, he really accepted the resignation, but he retained An Huaichun's military rank after all.

The First Federation Army is the near-earth defense force of the nine most populous stars. It is not responsible for space operations. It is a place for veterans who have retired from the front line. The commander, Lieutenant General Marley, is a good man. Dare to oppose Turan, so in the eyes of everyone, the acting marshal who drove An Huaichun away immediately resolutely rectified the three major armies, and An Huaichun's entire group was dispersed and assigned to other places.

But no one knew that this was to investigate how far that force had infiltrated the federal army and to clean it up.

An Huaichun handed over the army with great confidence, and Victor Turan took it without saying a word. This is probably a tacit understanding between the famous generals.

An Huaichun didn't know what Turan was thinking. The unreliable teacher An who taught "Advanced Mathematics" in the strategy class actually thought at the beginning: Emma, ​​I can finally let go of this burden.

When he graduated from Yong Ming University of Economics, he only wanted to be self-employed like his parents, but was dragged by his friends to join the army.

After serving in the military for only three years, he agreed on a whim, but he didn't expect that there would be bugs traveling thousands of miles from the other side of the universe in search of food, and they would fall in love with the smoky human federation at that time.

As a result, it was impossible to retire.

... How can such a life be so sad.

The lieutenant general who was sad and sighed in his heart wanted to hang up the communication, but at the last second he heard the calm tone of the person on the other side of the light screen.

"Be careful."

An Huaichun: "..."

He is a lazy teacher, what should we be careful about?

What's more, besides the students, the Capital National Defense Military University also has many military research institutes. The security level is comparable to the Ark, the federal government office building. He is in it, no matter what, there will be no accidents, right?

Be careful...it's the fashion to say goodbye now?

***

Yongxing, Capital Shuttle Airport.

The gray-haired young man in a black suit walked out of the passage and stood behind the transparent glass floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was exactly where Xia Zuo stayed a few months ago.

In winter, there is no clear sunlight, and the blue sky is also covered by billowing lead gray clouds, but the eyes of the gray-haired young man gazing at the scenery outside the window are exactly the same as Xia Zuo.

In mid-air, shuttle cars were flying fast, and the traffic lights extending from the tall buildings were shining brightly. On the ground belonging to pedestrians, there were densely packed heads, noisy and lively, and people's voices were buzzing.

Normal human beings, normal human beings.

This is a human society.

The gray-haired young man put one hand in his trouser pocket, loosened his tie with the other, and turned around.

They came together, and the big man with stiff movements greeted him, his eyes full of suppressed appetite.

"Mr. Xia You, please come this way."