【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

And just when Bidenfield encouraged Gilfies to die for the country, the imperial fleet was also advancing like a broken bamboo, and the encounters of the coaches in several general directions were almost exactly the same as Gilfies.

Of course, these highly experienced battlefield killers cannot take it lightly because of this, but in private, they still can't help feeling the decline of the alliance and the loss of people's hearts, and they even wonder what happened here in just three or four years. What—this is definitely not something that Reinhardt alone can achieve with the joint efforts of Oberstein, all colleagues from the Ministry of Military Affairs and the National Security Agency, and all intelligence personnel from home and abroad.

"If someone like Trunisit is in power, maybe no regime will be good? Ordinary people will be confused. People who are sober may have objections at first, but those who have been suppressed a few times and are willing to speak up will be more Fewer and fewer—then there are earth religions and narcotics all over the place... well, thinking about it this way, it seems that everything has the answer.” Mittermeier showed an ironic smile on the small screen in front of him, and behind him was On the back of the command seat, in the farther gap are the bridge floor and walls of the werewolf, and sometimes there will be Amsdorf, Bayerlan, Thorsen and Hongsha passing through.

"Speaking of which, are there any infected idiots in your place?" Reuenthal asked him, but his eyes were obviously following the generals behind him.

"Of course. There are people who want to make a fortune out of this."

Reoenthal showed a playful expression, and Mittermeier made a serious gesture of aiming the gun at the temple and shooting.After letting go of his hands, he sighed and said, "This time it's not about attacking the alliance, but fighting against the devil in our own hearts."

"It's not just this time. If things go well, we'll have to fight for a long time."

"It sounds really hopeless."

"Be optimistic. At least we have the same language foundation as them, and the follow-up will not be too difficult."

"I mean, it's weird that you're telling me to be optimistic—can you understand how I feel?"

"If you don't like my nice words, then I'll tell you something not so nice..."

"No! No!"

Luo Yantar couldn't help laughing: "Coward—by the way, they have been circling you for more than ten minutes? How long will they be circling?"

Hearing this, Mittermeier turned his head and yelled at his subordinates, "What are you doing? I'm not the Maypole pole." Then Roenthal heard them shouting back in anger. "Sorry sir no sir".

"You might as well tell them that the communication network of our army is very reliable now, and they can't curse it to be disconnected after a few circles." Luo Yantar smiled strangely.

Mittermeier was vaguely embarrassed: "Maybe we have talked for too long."

"I would like to talk to you all night long."

"Don't make trouble."

"Okay. Then I won't bother you. But remember to slow down a little, you are about to leave my effective reinforcement range."

"Okay, I understand. Then when do you think they will really..." Mittermeier tilted his head and made an expression.

Reuenthal understood his meaning smoothly: "We are not too far away from Heinesen, so we should be very close—please be as careful as possible, my esteemed sir."

Mittermeier nodded.But then he didn't end the conversation directly, but pursed his lips and looked at Reoenthal for a while.

"I..." He opened his mouth and said slowly, "...I look forward to meeting you again, Your Excellency the Marshal."

Reoenthal looked back at him silently, then nodded gracefully and cut off the communication.

Then he just sat on the command seat for a while, did nothing, didn't think about anything.After Rickendorff came to confirm that he hadn't eaten dinner, he urged him very rudely, and then he got up and followed him to the restaurant, and simply got something.

But he had no appetite, and he ate absent-mindedly, so the loyal adjutant found some unimportant things to chat with him, trying to divide his mind.And at this time, the two of them made an unexpected little discovery——Reoenthal had a new scar on his hand.

Those were three small crescent-shaped wounds hidden in the tiger's mouth and the side of the index finger. They had completely healed up, but they would appear bright and white under the right light.If it weren't for the current lighting conditions and Rickendorff's angle, maybe Reuenthal himself would never have really realized this.

Of course, the scars left on his body from the battlefield over the years are not rare, but this one is definitely not from the battlefield—no enemy would be able to grab his hand with bare hands like this and stably cut several well-shaped cuts on it Come, and deep enough to leave a scar without affecting the appearance and function of his hand.

Rickendorf could probably guess where this came from.

He really didn't understand what demons and ghosts Reuenthal had been provoking recently. The previous one was already mentally ill, but he didn't learn his lesson and went on to find a violent one—Rickendorf didn't think that women were just You must be submissive and respectful, but if you are so arrogant that you will physically harm your boyfriend, then there is a problem.

Because the lessons learned from the past were too scary, he thought he had to remind him.So he put on a very solemn expression and said to him very seriously: "Your Excellency, maybe I shouldn't comment on your private affairs, but if the other party's personality is indeed too irritable or sharp..."

Rosenthal looked up at him, with a very calm look on his face that Rickendorff couldn't understand: "It's okay. It's all a matter of official coming and going, and it never happened again after the relationship was confirmed. "

"...Then...it's okay, Your Excellency. But I still have to remind you again, those who will hurt you with hands or other methods must not stay by your side."

This sentence caused Luo Yantar to smile: "But this will not be changed again."

Rickendorf was dazed for a while, and then an expression of joy suddenly surged up and occupied his extremely serious face, prompting him to almost stutter and ask his chief: "You, you mean, do you plan to get married? gone?"

His statement made Reoenthal a little surprised, because he had never put himself and Mittermeier in this situation.But after a short pause, he came to his senses: "No. I won't get married."

Rickendorf's aura immediately faded by more than half: "Would that lady not mind?"

"The other party is not a lady."

Hearing this, the adjutant was stunned for a while, and then gradually showed a suffocated expression: "...Your Excellency, in any case, please don't get involved with married women, it will really damage your reputation, and it is almost destined to be fruitless. And if the other party really loves you enough, she will come to you no matter what, if she doesn't do it, it can only be said that she is not sincere..."

Reuenthal felt that he was about to fail, and now that Rickendorf said even one more word, he might laugh out loud in the public.For safety's sake, he had no choice but to raise his hand to forcefully stop him: "It's not what you think."

"That is……?"

Rosenthal thought about it for a while, and then said to him: "This is a secret. But I can assure you that it is a good secret, and you don't need to worry about anything."

Rickendorf's face was vividly written with the line "You tell me how can I not worry about this situation", but Reuenthal's sudden and rapid improvement made him have to start to believe that maybe this is indeed a good thing.

In this way, he finished the meal with his chief with all kinds of tangled feelings.

And the degree of entanglement in Roenthal's heart before was no less than his current feelings.

For a long time, except for a very rare little abnormality, Reoenthal's shell has been almost perfect, but he can indeed hear the voice of his own personality cracking from the depths of his chest.

In the past, the ruthless hero who was not afraid of anything and even felt hatred and disgust towards the world was finally sentimentalized by tenderness—this seems to be a very common plot in novels, and the process and ending are usually very happy and satisfactory.

But when this kind of thing really happened to a living person, the embarrassment he suffered was often unexpected: his temperament began to soften, he became nostalgic for life, became unwilling to die, and became afraid of accidents and accidents , At the same time, I was also deeply worried that the other party would die, and I was afraid that the little happiness I had finally grasped would be wasted.And for people like them, this kind of thing could happen almost at any time, so life itself became a punishment for Reoenthal—as long as he was breathing, he couldn't get a moment of real peace.

It would be fine if he was the one who died first, after all, the deceased would not be able to care about what happened in reality.But if something happened to Mittermeier, what happened to him next would be embarrassing.

They don't have any big relationship, some are just in the name of friends.

Reuenthal will probably be able to plead with his parents to be qualified to bear his coffin by then, but of course the premise is that he leaves a body behind.And if unfortunately a state funeral is needed, the poor handsome man may not even have the opportunity to wear mourning clothes, so he can only attend the scene in a military uniform to express his heart in front of his colleagues.

What is even more regrettable is that there is actually no place in his tomb that belongs to Reuenthal.

Then everything they had experienced and possessed would evaporate, and the promise between the two would turn into a blade-like memory that could scratch him.After the flame of love that can sacrifice everything for the other party is forced to extinguish, all he can have is the few replacement clothes he left in his closet.

Oh, no, he also has Ai Fang—I believe that this girl will become a long-term relative of his in the future, but it should be the sister of an old friend instead of a real relative by marriage.

So whenever thinking of such a possible future, Reuenthal would feel that life is not bright.

But the amazing thing is that this little discovery at dinner today made Reoenthal have a thought that was completely out of reality, extremely illusory, extremely naive and stupid, which would only make him sneer in the past.

Through these small traces, he actually felt that he finally had some tangible connection with the other party.The connection was tenuous, of course, but he did take it as proof that something had happened between them in the past and it had left an indelible mark.

He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods.

But now he believes that no matter what fate and reality he will face in the future, one day after a long, long time, he should have the opportunity to meet him again and be with him forever.