broken world

Corporal Ling Xin reported to Vitu Metuze at the end of August [-] in the cosmic calendar.

Lieutenant Tiya, who also graduated from the Lola Military Naval Academy, received her personally.

"Military school interns are not as difficult as imagined." Adjutant Tia tried to comfort the introverted junior.

"Really? If you call yourself an intern and make excuses for not doing your job well, I don't want or allow such a thing to appear in the Eighth Fleet." Xiao Wei walked in front of the two and said coldly.

Tia saluted immediately: "Your Excellency, Commander."

Ling Xin saluted slowly: "Your Excellency, Commander."

Xiao Wei returned a military salute, turned and left without saying a word.

Tia let out a sigh of relief.

Ling Xin cautiously asked for confirmation: "Is that General Xiao Wei?"

"Yes, Commander of the Eighth Fleet. You should have heard about the Eighth Fleet before you came here..." Tia carefully looked around when she said this.

"During the Battle of the Maitea Starfield, the Eighth Fleet, relying on Admiral Xiao's excellent command, successfully restrained two imperial fleets that were much larger than our own. The record in the Battle of Maitea is actually higher than that of the Seventh Fleet, which consumes the least troops." Ling Xin said as if reciting a textbook.

Tiya didn't listen to what she said, it's okay, she rubbed her forehead vigorously when she heard her say this: "Don't say it, that battle broke my heart, the one with a bigger head than me is probably Shutra who is in charge of the ship movement Commodore General Er, in order to accurately complete every step of the commander's ship movement instructions, the poor commodore almost had finger cramps due to continuous high-intensity instructions on the workbench, and he was so tired that he lay down on the workbench and fell asleep for a whole day after the battle 24 hours. In short, what I actually want to say is... The members of our Eighth Fleet are all easy to get along with, except..." As she spoke, Tia pointed her eyes at the direction Xiao Wei was leaving.

Ling Xin began to feel that the internship wasn't too bad a thing.

In the following week, Tiya's words were also confirmed. The members of the Eighth Fleet were indeed very good at "getting along". Where it appears, maintain a first-level combat readiness, and it will be in a normal state where the commander cannot appear.

"Ling Xin, you are also a graduate of the Lola Military Naval Academy. Many people from the Eighth Fleet come from there." The newly-acquainted Misha who is in charge of logistics supplies said.

Ling Xin habitually confirmed the location - the non-commissioned officer's dining room. The chance of General Xiao showing up was close to zero, so she could have a bold conversation, so she took a spoonful of mashed potatoes and chewed, saying, "Really? Sha, you also go to the same school as me?"

"No, I'm from the National Defense Officer Academy. Compared with the Lola Military Ship Academy, which produces many handsome men and beautiful women, the National Defense Officer Academy is really withered talent." When she said this, Misha showed the same wavelength as Rebecca.

Thinking of the classmate who was hit by her brother and fell to the ground, Ling Xin couldn't help but say, "Really? What handsome men and beauties did the Lola Military Ship School produce?"

Misha immediately became excited: "Does that need to be said? Of course it is Admiral Ling Ye, the commander of the Seventh Fleet who is known as the most beautiful man in the alliance."

"Pfft——" The mashed potatoes sprayed out from Ling Xin's mouth, and landed on the military uniform of a person in front of him in a parabolic motion.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Ling Xin ran up to apologize in a hurry, the moment the visitor turned around, Ling Xin instantly petrified——

Xiao Wei stared at her with a livid face.

Ling Xin felt a dangerous aura similar to Ling Ye's Do Not Enter from her body.

However, Xiao Wei just asked Tiya who was by her side to try to wipe off the appalling mashed potatoes, and said to Ling Xin, who was frightened into a stone, "You, come to my command room." After speaking, she took Tiya Leave the non-commissioned officer's cafeteria first.

Misha on the side covered her mouth in fear: "Oh my god, I will definitely be punished by the commander to clean the toilets of Vitu Metuze for three months."

"But, the commander obviously hates me more?" Ling Xin asked.

Misha showed an expression of "you don't understand" and said, "Do you know what the flagship of the Eighth Fleet is called?"

Ling Xin responded quickly: "Besephanie."

"What about the flagship of the Seventh Fleet?"

"Underworld." This is my brother's flagship, so I can't remember it wrong.

"Let me ask you, who is Besephone, the God of Hades?"

Ling Xin wrung her fingers and thought about it seriously (by the way, you don't need to wrench your fingers to think about this kind of problem, right←←), and finally snapped her fingers and said, "I understand!"

Misha had to remind her: "The commander told you to go to the general command room..."

Ling Xin ran wildly.

Seven minutes later, Ling Xin was panting and standing outside the door of the general command room in Vitu Metuze. Lieutenant Tiya gave her a sympathetic look, and then led her in.

Seeing Ling Xin arrived, Xiao Wei ordered Tiya: "You can go down now."

Tia walked out of the command room with cheerful steps as if she had received an amnesty.

Ling Xin suddenly felt all sorts of feelings that the sky is cold, it's autumn, she washes her neck and waits to die.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Wei walked up to her step by step, and when Ling Xin tightened her neck for the nth time, she put one hand on top of Ling Xin's head:

"Xiao Xin, you have grown a lot taller than you did six years ago."

Ling Xin looked up, Xiao Wei was looking at her with the eyes of a young girl in my family.

The future sister-in-law - Ling Xin further deepened this view.

The author has something to say: These chapters are all about alliances~~ I will return to the empire when it’s over~~ It’s a joy to write about alliances