Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

"General! General! Wake up!"

Next to Xiu Er's eager voice, Chris regained consciousness: "Well... what's wrong?"

He opened his eyes and found that he was still lying on the small bed, but Xiu Er had changed into a suit of casual clothes and was looking at him eagerly.

I don't know if it was due to the illusion of just waking up, Chris suddenly felt that Xiu Er looked a little familiar at the moment, and the scene he was experiencing now seemed to have experienced it before...

But as soon as this idea came to his mind, he was interrupted by Xiu Er's words.

"We can go!" Xiuer couldn't hide the excitement on his face: "I don't know why, the imperial army has all retreated, I just received an order, everyone returned to the castle to stand by, and there will be no one patrolling outside Already!"

"How could this be?" Chris was not as excited as Xiuer, he was stunned: "Did something happen?"

"I don't know," Xiu Er shook his head: "I just received an order from my superior without an explanation."

"Could it be a scam?" Chris said, "Deliberately lure me out?"

"Probably not," Xiu Er said: "Just now we received a notice that you have escaped from this planet, let us stop looking for you, and focus on investigating the remaining... remnants of the Federation."

He looked at Chris, and stumbled a little on the word "last remnant".

"It's okay," Chris smiled: "I understand what you mean, are all the people I brought dead?"

Xiuer nodded with some difficulty, with a look of frustration on his face: "His Highness Xia Yang took action himself, they all... killed themselves."

Chris understood that Xia Yang must have ordered them to commit suicide within a certain range, and if this continues, it is almost impossible for there to be any survivors.

These people were all his personal guards sent by Arthur, who had been with him for five years, and all of them were lost like this, Chris felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

He doesn't hate Xia Yang, it's common for military strategists to win and lose on the battlefield, and he admits to his defeat this time.

However, Sharon...

Complicated emotions flashed in Chris's eyes.

There will never be a next time.

He never thought that Xia Ran, who seemed indifferent, would be a good hand at manipulating people's hearts.

Time and time again, Xia Ran used his feelings for him as a bait to hurt him, destroy him, deceive him, seduce him, and even kill him.

Since they are all men, why can't they fight fairly on the battlefield openly?

Why do you want to use these methods?

Chris looked down on Sharon.

"General, let's go!" Xiuer took out a set of imperial military uniform: "You wear this."

"What about you?" Chris took it and looked at Xiu Er who was wearing plain clothes.

The military uniforms of the empire are made of special materials, and unless they are damaged, they will not get dirty or get old, so each soldier only has one set, and the replacement of military uniforms has strict records, which is also to prevent people from mixing into them.

"It doesn't matter to me," Xiu Er smiled: "They recognize my face, so they won't embarrass me."

Chris didn't talk nonsense, but changed into the military uniform, and Xiuer led him through the castle where they were, and came to the place where the empire parked the aircraft.

Countless soldiers were busy shuttling around, preparing to leave. Everyone was in a hurry, so no one noticed Xiu Er and Chris.

"Wait for me here, I'll find a way to borrow the right to use an aircraft, and then we can find a way to return to the Federation." Xiu Er took Chris to an uninhabited corner, just facing The direction of the main city of the castle.

As long as Chris raised his head, he could see the balcony on the second floor of the castle, as well as the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and pure white curtains. A gentle breeze blew up the pure white curtains.

Just a few days ago, he used to stand at that place and look down, but now, he has become a street rat who can't show his face.

He took one last look at that place, hooked the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, and then turned around without looking back again.

So he didn't see it. Just after he turned his head, a man with black hair and black eyes stood by the French window. His face was a little pale, he looked sick, and he even coughed. The place with the best view, looking at Chris, just like Chris was here looking at him that day.

Xia Lang coughed violently twice. For some unknown reason, he became haggard all of a sudden overnight, and his cold eyes were also rarely tired. It seemed that he hadn't slept all night. His body was half leaning on the balcony. It looks like a very relaxed posture on the railing, but if you look closely, you will find that his waist and shoulders are tightly pressed against the railing—it is a labor-saving posture, which means that most of his standing depends on external force.

A waiter gently appeared beside Xia Lang: "Your Highness, it's time to start."

"I'll be right here." Xia Ran coughed softly, straightened up from the railing, and walked back to the room.

The wind gently rolled up the white curtain behind him, and the sun shone down. Under the sunlight, he looked a little transparent and unreal.

There were always hurrying imperial soldiers passing by Chris, their faces were serious, some of them were whispering something, Chris couldn't hear clearly, only heard the words "Elder Prince" and "Second Prince".

He was injured now, and he didn't dare to act rashly, otherwise this should be an excellent opportunity to find out information.

"General, it's time for us to go." After a while, Xiu Er came back with a silver key-shaped thing in his hand.

"Okay," Chris said.

He and Xiu Er came to the place where the imperial aircraft was parked, and Xiu Er led him to an inconspicuous aircraft: "This is it, General."

"This aircraft is just a carrier aircraft. The fuel and combat reserves are not particularly good. It can only guarantee you to escape from here. I hope you can use your optical brain to contact the Federation after you escape," Xiuer said with the key in his hand. Handed it over to Chris: "Go up, General."

"Aren't you going with me?" Chris asked after taking the key.

"I can't leave, or I will be found out," Xiu Er smiled: "It is already my limit to send you away."

"But..." Chris glanced at Xiuer's casual clothes, his imperial uniform, and the key in his hand: "Won't you be discovered?"

"It doesn't matter..." Xiu'er had just finished speaking, when a loud horn suddenly rang in his ears: "Oops! It's the assembly order! General, please go, or you won't be able to go!"

Chris hadn't had time to turn on the aircraft: "What does this mean?"

"This is a command to call for the assembly of the entire army. This slogan must be sounded when something important needs to be announced," Xiuer said hastily: "After the assembly, there will be a no-flying order, and any aircraft is strictly prohibited from staying in the air. If you If you haven't left yet, you will be discovered!"

He looked at the people running towards the castle like a tide, and quickly pushed Chris: "General, hurry up now!"

Chris also knew the seriousness of the problem. Without saying anything, he opened the aircraft directly and sat in. The aircraft was very small, because it was a material reserve aircraft, and the back was even full of various daily necessities. Some food, he didn't rush to close the hatch, but said to Xiuer: "Thank you, buddy, I will definitely find a way to give you a military merit when I go back!"

A small dimple appeared on Xiu Er's ordinary face, and he looked a little cute: "It's what I should do, General."

He stood still and watched as Chris's hatch closed and the aircraft took off into the wind.

The short-term assembly order made all the aircrafts queue up for landing. Because of the crowding, some aircraft had to take off and queue up for landing again, so Chris’s takeoff did not attract much attention. He looked at the aircraft below for the last time. Human, Xiuer was still standing on the ground looking up at him, his standard black hair of an imperial person reflected some shining light in the sun.

Chris finally showed the only pure smile from the heart in the past two days.

But his smile didn't last long. When the aircraft rose to a certain height, his aircraft appeared very abrupt—all aircraft were descending and landing, only Chris's aircraft was very conspicuous.

The red light of the communication equipment was on again and again, and someone was asking for a call, asking what was going on here, Chris gritted his teeth, and directly ordered the aircraft to go up, wanting to rush out—as long as he found a way to rush out of this land shielded by the empire. With the signal planet, he will have a way to contact the Federation.

The aircraft accelerated instantly, rushed out of the spiral, and his aircraft began to rise, 1000 meters, 2000 meters, 3000 meters...

"Warning! Warning!" Because no response has been received, the command information on the ground has already sounded the alarm, and the aircraft that should have landed just now have responded, chasing up the abnormal aircraft, many of which are specially designed for combat. Aircraft ready.

The speed of the combat aircraft is far higher than that of the carrier aircraft, they are almost rising at two or three times the speed of Chris!

"SHIT!" Chris slammed the dashboard in front of him, but accidentally pulled his wound, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

If this goes on for less than a minute, he will be caught up!

A black disc slowly protruded from the bottom of the combat aircraft. It was a missile launcher. As long as one hit, Chris would be completely dead.

Fortunately, they were not sure whether it was the enemy or the out-of-control friendly side, so they didn't mean to open fire.

The combat aircraft quickly flew to a place only 1000 meters away from Chris, and released a missile like a demonstration, but it missed, but flew past the nose whistling.

"May I ask if you have encountered any difficulties?" The leading combat aircraft tried to communicate with Chris: "Report your identity and name, otherwise we will start attacking!"

Xia Lang in the distance also received the news. As Xia Yang's successor after he was unfortunately assassinated by the remnants of the Federation, he was preparing to participate in his swearing-in ceremony, but he suddenly heard such news.

Sharon was about to give himself a hand that was pinned to the imperial military badge: "Don't attack, I'll go out and have a look."

"Okay." The guard said, "Are you going to the command center?"

"No," Sharan said, "I'll just be on the watchtower of this castle."

Chris got up and adjusted all the values ​​​​to the maximum, and then rushed to the back. The transport plane did not have attack equipment, only its own anti-missile system. Chris opened the transport compartment, which contained hundreds of daily necessities, including underwear, toothbrushes, Everything fell in response, because the other aircraft were already very close to him, so even these messy things could cause some damage to them.

He had no way to answer, because he would be exposed as soon as he opened his mouth, so he had no choice but to use this ambiguous method, which not only made it impossible for them to determine their identities, but also interfered with their actions.

Sharan stood on the observation deck, and the guard behind him reported to him: "Our aircraft tried to communicate with the other party, but was rejected. A lot of supplies fell from under the aircraft. It cannot be ruled out that the aircraft is out of control. Still the enemy, the optical brain is investigating the user and manager of this plane, but it will take a little time."

"No need," Sharon's voice was calm: "Attack directly, I would rather kill one by mistake than let one go."

"Yes."

The plane that was still gentle just now suddenly put into combat mode. Chris saw those planes dodging the obstacles he dropped one after another, and regrouped at a high altitude, and surrounded himself with a very cautious posture. He knew that , I should have exposed myself.

He desperately dropped all the materials, trying to reduce the weight of the aircraft, and then returned to the driving position, switched the aircraft to manual mode, and made a high dive, directly rushing to a higher place, making the enemy a little caught off guard.

Before they could react, Chris suddenly swooped down again and slammed straight towards the center of those aircraft, looking as if they were going to die together, those combat aircraft quickly spread out, allowing Chris to pass through them , and at the moment Chris passed by, he captured the people inside.

Almost at the same time, this photo was sent to Sharon. In the photo, Chris had blond hair and sweat on his forehead. He gritted his teeth tightly and held the joystick in his hand, with an attitude of immortality. .

"It's Chris from the Federation, His Royal Highness the Second Prince," said the guard, "Do you want to capture him alive or kill him directly?"

Sharon looked up at the sky. Chris and the others flew too high. Now in his eyes, he could only see a small black dot and a white flight track pulled out in mid-air. He retracted his gaze. He stared down at the photo, then suddenly let out a sneer.

The guard stood behind him, a little trembling, wondering what the newly appointed prince was thinking.

"If the eight combat aircraft can't save his life, we might as well just surrender to the Federation." Sharan turned his head and returned to the room: "Postpone the ceremony first, and then send a few more aircraft to help these wastes. Go away, and tell me when you take his head off."

Seeing Xia Lang's angry appearance, the guard was a little scared, so he had to withdraw in response, leaving the room to Xia Lang alone.

Terrible, isn't it rumored that the second prince is easy to talk to, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

The door was closed, and Sharon threw himself onto the big soft bed, half closing his eyes.

On the other side, the command center received an order, and eight more planes flew up, among them was a familiar face—— Xiuer.

He didn't know when he found another set of imperial uniforms, with the badge of a private first class pinned to his shoulders-he was not the soldier in charge of logistics as he told Chris, but belonged to one of the sharpest regiments in the empire flying team.

Chris made a beautiful gyration, then kept rolling, once again dodging a missile coming in his direction.

The originally bulky transport plane has been brought to the extreme by Chris, pull up, roll, dive, pull up, roll, dive again, Chris dodges the enemy's attack again and again, and even cleverly let a missile hit The opponent's aircraft was destroyed, causing a certain amount of damage.

His technique is very exquisite, it can be said that he is the strongest existence in the entire interstellar, but the performance of his aircraft is almost the worst in the aircraft. Chris was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to the day when he operated the E-level aircraft. When the mechs were fighting in the training ground.

Because of the unforgettable memory on the second day after that day, he couldn't remember what happened that day, but at this moment, the memory that was almost forgotten suddenly appeared, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Chris's mind.

He seemed to know who Xiu Er was.

But now is not the time to think about these things. Chris suddenly pulled up the joystick, and the aircraft almost made a 180-degree reversal, but it still failed to avoid an oncoming missile.

The missile was equipped with a tracking function. Even though Chris escaped the first time, he did not escape the second time. The left wing was hit, and Chris's aircraft stalled in an instant.

To add insult to injury, when he looked down, he found that another reinforcement plane had arrived, and eight more aircraft flew up in response, almost completely encircling him.

He tried to speed up and rush towards a place to break free from the encirclement, but was blocked by a new aircraft.

A silver-gray plane blocked his three o'clock direction, blocking his last way out. Chris was wrapped in the middle, and his aircraft had begun to emit black smoke, and it was obvious that he could not last long.

The instruments on the steering wheel began to fail, and the fuel began to run out. Because of the damage, the aircraft began to leak oil. Chris looked at the shrinking encirclement outside and the crazily spinning instruments. He had never been so desperate—it was almost A dead end.

He didn't have any attack equipment, no fuel, and he was wounded. Even if he could run away like last time, but at this high altitude, if he ran away, he would only be smashed to pieces.

"Your Highness, the enemy has been completely surrounded, are you sure you want to shoot?"

"Your Highness?"

"Your Highness?"

The ground command center contacted Sharan several times, but did not receive a response. Sharan's personal guard sighed: "Your Highness should be angry, thinking that so many of us have not taken down the enemy until now, refuse Talk to us."

Their previous highness had such an uncertain personality, and they were used to it. Coupled with Xia Ran's order just now, the guard said: "Just fire, and the battle will be settled quickly."

A gap opened in the tip of the imperial craft, and a silvery missile protruded from it.

This is the latest research result of the empire. Once the target is determined, it will be pursued until it is hit.

The sixteen aircraft were about to launch, and Chris looked at the situation outside. Even if he pressed the button on his hand, it would not have any effect. On the contrary, the aircraft had already started to turbulent and reversed due to lack of fuel, and the front protective cover was broken. Chris almost revealed himself at a height of [-] meters. If he wasn't a transformed person, he might have died.

But even a transformed person can't live for too long. Chris believes that compared to falling, he is likely to be bombarded at an altitude of [-] meters without any scum left.

Just when he was desperate, the aircraft at three o'clock suddenly moved!

The aircraft that had just blocked Chris's only escape route suddenly rushed out of the established battle formation and rammed straight in Chris' direction!

Chris had almost given up resisting, and just as he was waiting for the aircraft to hit him, the aircraft narrowly brushed past Chris's aircraft, and a ray of light emanated from below, overwhelming Chris with lightning speed. Reese sucked into the aircraft, and the missile that had been saved and ready to launch just now had a sudden change and was delayed by a second, but in just one second, the missile was ready to launch again, but this time the target changed. Became the two planes in the middle.

"Go in the direction of three o'clock! General!"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded. In front of Chris was a brand new aircraft control panel. He hadn’t figured out what happened, but his body moved faster than himself. Fly in the direction of three o'clock.

There was a piercing sound in his ear, and he felt that he was rushing forward at an extraordinary speed, as if he was going to rush to the end of the universe, but he didn't.

The place where he stays is the escape pod of the combat aircraft, and once the route is selected, he will rush towards a place at the fastest speed, even if he is artificially unable to stop.

The moment he burst out of the encirclement, all the missiles hit the center craft—not one, but two.

The aircraft that was hit exploded instantly and turned into a huge fireball. In the flash of fire, he saw the people inside the aircraft.

He never dreamed that an enemy plane would take him out of a dead end in such a way.

It was Shure who piloted the fighter.

Xiuer didn't wear a military uniform. I don't know if it was a coincidence or some other reason. He was actually wearing a white shirt, which made his ordinary face look a bit dignified. He was holding the steering wheel tightly, and all the red lights in the aircraft were in a hurry. , alert him and let him escape.

But he couldn't help it, a large piece was missing under his aircraft, and his escape pod had already been given to someone else.

The moment the missile hit, his face was completely illuminated by the brilliant fire, and Chris finally remembered who he was.

Six years ago, when he was hanging by a thread in the training ground, the person who saved him was Shadi.

But it was too late, the sky was filled with black smoke after the aircraft exploded, Chris pressed his face tightly against the window of the escape cabin, but could only see the embers behind the smoke for the last time.

The black mist dissipated, and then, there was nothing.