broken world

"Don't tell Schneider that I came to you, let alone tell him any truth about..., can you promise me? Captain Roland."

Facing the middle-aged admiral's plea, Alfred Roland blinked his amethyst-colored eyes and shook his head, "In fact, as you can see, Major Schneider has already come to me, He just left 10 minutes ago."

"Really... It seems that I am one step late." Willie Burr Juhim von Merkaz showed a sad and heavy expression, "Well, just pretend that I have never made any request to you Alright, Captain Roland, take your leave."

Seeing the middle-aged admiral walking away with difficulty, Alfred couldn't help asking: "You...I mean, don't you want to know at all?"

Admiral Merkaz stopped in his tracks, "The dead are gone." He said in a low voice, and then continued to walk forward.

You will never understand what you have lost, just as you will never understand what you have gained.

"As long as you have her in your heart, she will always live in your heart."

"Yeah?" Yang Xiaoli looked up at Schneider.

Schneider scratched his head in embarrassment, "The admiral told me." It seems that the adjutant has completely come out of the shadows, but he doesn't know what happened to Admiral Mercaz?

"The admiral wants you to see him."

"what?"

"...Is it not possible? Even if it's not a father and daughter, I can always meet if I want to."

"No, I mean I'd love to."

When the automatic door rose, Schneider called to her again: "Shirley."

In fact, I don't know if it was accidental or inevitable, but in the imperial language, the pronunciation of Shirley and Xiaoli is almost the same.

Yang Xiaoli was slightly taken aback, and replied, "What's the matter? Belen."

The blond adjutant smiled embarrassedly, and repeated the sentence on the side as if he was relieved but still confused: "As long as you have him in your heart, he will always live in your heart."

Yang Xiaoli covered her face, tears flowed down again...

"I'm sorry, I just want to comfort you, I really have no other meaning..." the blond adjutant comforted frantically.

Maybe he understands why she is crying at this moment, maybe he doesn't understand the pain of being separated...

As long as I have you in my heart, will you always be by my side?Greenhill...

The automatic door closed behind him, the middle-aged admiral was looking at the star field outside the cabin, and a white artificial celestial body could be seen floating in the middle of the Fraser Corridor in the distance.

Yang Xiaoli recognized it as Vitu Metuze, a military fortress even bigger than Iserlohn.

I remember that when she first occupied Feisha, the Feisha Corridor could only be defended by the fleet, but now...

According to the original book, the person who set foot on Feisha for the first time in 400 years should be the Wind Wolf, not her.

However, under the joint planning of her and Minghong, it was the Alliance who first occupied Feisha.Once Feisha's throat is firmly grasped, the history of the universe may develop in an unexpected direction...

When Yang Xiaoli was thinking this way, Merkaz had already said: "In this way, the first time we met should be in Asti."

Yang Xiaoli's thoughts were pulled back in an instant, "Yes, I was only the chief staff member of the Fourth Fleet at that time."

"Chief staff?"

"Yes, for various reasons, I command the Fourth Fleet as acting commander..."

Those past events are still vivid in my mind, but it is a pity that things are changing and people are changing.

There are many things that, once lost, can never come back.

Therefore, the remaining people can only look forward, if they blindly immerse themselves in the past, they will only make themselves more and more depressed.

Is this the whole meaning of Shirley von Merkaz, Flickenhilt Greenhill to me?

The dead are gone, the living are like this.

In fact, the so-called parting between life and death is just that he took a few steps early and I took a few steps late.

Sooner or later, there is always a certain death that cannot be escaped.

That being the case, why should I care about the distance of one or two years?

Greenhill...

It was after eight o'clock in the evening when we arrived in Fraser. Even though it was off-duty time, the Command Room of the Fourth Fleet in the Fraser Central Spaceport Building was still full of people.

Senkob, Attenborough, Poblain, Julian, Rennes... Even Kaguerun came back from Vitumetuse.

Seeing those familiar faces, Yang Xiaoli became more aware that now is not the time to meet Greenhill...

"Report to Your Excellency, Commander." Rear Admiral Dusty Attenborough, acting commander of the Fourth Fleet, handed a report to Yang Xiaoli.

Yang Xiaoli raised her eyebrows unconsciously, "What is this?"

Attenborough buried his head very low, very low, very low...

Alfred took the information and flipped through it quickly, and quickly came to a conclusion: "The evaluation of the Fourth Fleet's actual combat exercise is unqualified. According to the order of the unified combat headquarters, a second assessment will be conducted in [-] days. .”

"Attenborough—!"

On the first night of arriving in Feisha, Yang Xiaoli spent it in a rage.

Alfred lived up to expectations, and concentrated on helping her compare various data, and found that the operation of the Fourth Fleet was not too bad. The problem lay in the tactical command, especially the lack of proficiency in the division of troops.

"To put it bluntly, is it because I'm not here that the Fourth Fleet was defeated by the Eighth Fleet in the actual combat exercise?"

Alfred flipped through a few pages of information, and confirmed: "Major Admiral Attenborough used to command a squadron of about [-] ships, but now he is required to deal with an entire fleet of [-] ships alone. some problems."

Yang Xiaoli pondered: "Sixteen thousand ships... It seems that when I was away, the Fourth Fleet expanded again."

"More than that." Alfred pointed out after reading the information in detail: "According to the transfer order of the headquarters, the former Second Fleet's 13-ship squadron, which had been assigned to the Fourth Fleet, was also temporarily organized. Into the No.[-] fleet."

"No.13 Fleet?" Yang Xiaoli smiled. It seems that during her absence, the Allied Forces have undergone considerable changes.

When she was studying Yinying, she was not sensitive to numbers like thirteen at all. Whether it was the unlucky "thirteen" or the "four" which had the same pronunciation as "death", to her it was just the number of the fleet.

Nothing special.

But if Ming Hong was the one who ordered the formation of the No.13 fleet, this matter would be another matter.

"What's the name of the commander of the No.13 fleet?"

"Cao Xiaofeng."

"Well, we can call it Cao Fleet in the future." Yang Xiaoli said to herself, but Alfred obviously couldn't understand her intention, so he turned the topic back to the military exercise: "In this military exercise, the No.13 Fleet The establishment has reached 13 ships. Although the fleet establishment has seriously exceeded the standard, its ship movement assessment has won unanimous praise from the unified combat headquarters. Let me see... Xu Huiqing, the ship movement commander of the No.8 fleet, is her in the 60 The in-situ horizontal rotation of [-]° and the transformation of the 'E' formation are performed perfectly within minutes, and the results are regarded as the best among the fleets' ship sports."

Yang Xiaoli held her head and thought for a while: "Fixer should not be worse than her. We should focus on the division of troops and drills in tactical planning. And in my opinion, in the next battle, the speed of the ship and the overall Movement efficiency is important, and I need a detailed report on ship type statistics and formation."

"I'll go make it right away."

"and many more."

Alfred cast his eyes on her, and Yang Xiaoli issued an incredible order: "Increase the proportion of transport ships, accounting for about [-]% of the total number of ships."

"What is the purpose of doing this?"

"I can't say yet."

Alfred returned to his office to sort out the materials without asking any further questions.

He had heard about "Miracle Yang" in the empire, but what he heard was believing was believing. When he actually saw her, he found that she was really... very different.

Less than four days after the drill of the Fourth Fleet, Yang Xiaoli was urgently recalled to Heinesen.

"It's a new round of combat meetings. You hand over all the work in your hands to Attenborough. If he still messes up the military exercise ten days later, I believe he will be ashamed to be in the Fourth Fleet."

Alfred raised his head and asked, "Do you want to paraphrase the original words?"

"Whatever you want." The commander, who has always been irresponsible, left the troublesome question to Lieutenant Li Fa and slipped away alone.

The communicator showed that Ren's location was in the Marine Corps training hall, and Yang Xiaoli rushed to the training hall without stopping, and happened to watch the last highlight of a hand-to-hand combat.

Two marines in armor suits and masks are holding a superalloy battle ax for the final desperate pulse. Of course, because it is just for practice, this handle is the same in weight as the actual battle axe, but it is much sharper. Discount, no need to worry about the tomahawk piercing the armor suit.

Red and blue cloth strips are tied on the right wrists of the two people respectively to distinguish them.

On the offensive, the red side appears to be much faster and fiercer, while the blue side is more inclined to defend. Just after the red side swung a battle ax forcefully, the blue side took advantage of its too much force to take back, and a battle ax fell from the red side's shoulder. Cut across the back.

Victory is already clear.

Senkob was the first to congratulate the winner: "Julian, it seems that you have a deep understanding of fighting."

Lan Fang took off his helmet, revealing short brown hair and a boyish face: "Major General Xiankobu, you are flattered."

It was Julian.

Yang Xiaoli was not at all surprised by the boy's victory.

Although she has a habitual prejudice against Julian's excessive admiration of Yang Weili, this cannot obliterate Julian's own extraordinary strength.

After Yang Weili's death, it was Julian Minz who led Yang's fleet as a young man and led the last light of the Democratic Republic to fight Reinhardt.

Does it mean that Hong adopted him because he wanted to train him to be the successor of the next president...

Yang Xiaoli dragged her cheeks to think, at this moment Hong Fang also took off her helmet, revealing her silver-gray hair.

Ryan!

Yang Xiaoli expressed shock.

After taking off his helmet, Renn was not in a hurry to express his defeat, but flipped the communicator quickly.

Only then did Yang Xiaoli realize that she had just sent him a few text messages, and walked over quickly.

The commander appeared in the training hall, although Yang Xiaoli didn't need to line up to express her welcome, but Yang Xiaoli still went to Ren after saying hello to Cobb and Julian first.

"I'll go back and pack my luggage, I'm going to Heinesen soon." Yang Xiaoli said in a low voice.

While Ren nodded, he also showed doubts, as if saying: I want to go too?

Yang Xiaoli was very speechless. Could it be because she always looked indifferent before, so when she changed her mind and decided to start caring about Ren, Ren always showed an expression of incomprehension and disbelief...

Yang Xiaoli, you are really a sinner.

To make up for what I owed him, Yang Xiaoli leaned closer to his ear and said, "Don't be in a hurry to attack, you must first find out the flaws and then hit a sure hit. If he has no flaws, create opportunities for him to show them."

Ren showed an expression of whether you took the wrong medicine today, and Yang Xiaoli wanted to punch him.

Next, the adopted son with silver-gray hair put on a look of indifference and said: "Actually, I understand everything you said, but you know that if the communicator keeps flashing during actual combat practice, people will not be able to concentrate. attention."

Yoursister!