Wait, who are you? I didn't contribute anything to save the marshal except to shine and I just wanted to live happily ever after in this sweet and lovely little solitary confinement room.
The commander of the First Corps looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, still following the instructions of the marshal, remaining indifferent and unmoving, thinking about the most appropriate response.
In the interstellar environment, due to the variety of service races, the names of soldiers have also become incomprehensible and complicated, and many names cannot even be smoothly entered into the mecha for binding. In order to facilitate statistics and management, under the cosmos-level military reform two hundred years ago, everyone no longer registered their original name in the military after serving, and only received a unique number.
A genius like the commander of the first army who made his way to the top by leaps and bounds is currently called the commander of the first army.
However, the person who came to ask was obviously his real name.
The commander of the First Corps raised his head in thought, his eyes swept several times on the strange politician in suit and leather shoes in front of him who wished to wear the words "I am the villain" on his head.
In all fairness, the commander of the First Corps was very popular when he didn't encounter the marshal's wife tearing down the table. Although he was in the confinement room, there were still many loyal colleagues who came to visit and heard a lot of news from outside.
For example, the Supervision Department, which always troubled them, finally closed down due to lack of funds. For example, His Excellency the Marshal actually asked for fifty-five days of vacation. Another example is that although the marshal took such a long leave, because the Supervision Department went bankrupt, he accumulated hundreds of reports and no one took care of him.
But this kind of good news was brought back by their marshal almost overturned.
At that time, when he saw the pure black mecha floating scarred in the ice armor beast tide, the light flickered in vain for a few times and then dimmed, the first army commander almost cried into a human-shaped fountain.
Then the marshal's wife turned on the synaesthesia mode, and rushed into the ice armored beasts, floating and drifting to see blood... He was too stunned by the mecha at that time, and the impression was really not that deep.
But the commander of the 1st Corps still knew very well that if Lu Chiqiu hadn't forcibly rushed over, their marshal would probably have been smashed into the sand belt.
The invincible warrior who built the empire's walls by himself, even if he offended a boy who was wandering on the street and offended him, would not hesitate to lend a helping hand, and defended countless The patron saint of Thorin of the people.
Almost because of an incomprehensible intelligence error, it fell silently on the edge of the galaxy without even assistance.
This should never have happened in the first place.
The first army commander couldn't help frowning.
The information would be wrong to such an outrageous level that the marshal almost never came back, and the marshal's wife was almost taken away for investigation, indicating that someone at the top was indeed targeting their marshal.
According to the situation of the overturned car by the Minister of Supervision at that time, the threatened scenes that only twenty or so army commanders knew about were leaked out, indicating that there were already traitors among the army commanders.
There is hostility on the top and ghosts on the bottom. As the commander of the First Army, he should have the courage to take responsibility at this time. Take advantage of this excellent opportunity to break into the enemy's interior, hide from the sky and cooperate with the outside world, and also marshal a clean army.
So no doubt I can't just say my real name like that.
When I was a child, I saw a lot of old interstellar movies on the street. The soul of the spy war was burning in the chest of the first army commander. The man showed a standard and elegant smirk: "Hello, my name is Liang Tiezhu."
The most stringent requirements in the military are a strong sense of combat, and the agility of thinking will always be ranked first. This series of psychological activities of the First Corps Commander only took a few seconds, and the person who came came didn't realize anything, and said casually: "Very good, Liang—"
The first army commander's eyes were burning.
…
"Commander Liang."
The visitor took a deep breath and changed his name to a less difficult name: "You should know me, so I won't make a meaningless self-introduction. We have something to help you with."
Captain Liang: …
The other party has undoubtedly overestimated the military's level of concern for politics. At most, they can remember what the Minister of Supervision can look for, or whether they can beat someone for the sake of hitting someone with a sack in the middle of the night. In fact, they don't know exactly what the other party is. People, what identity, and what department they belong to.
The marshal was still happily on vacation knowing nothing, and the first regiment commander who shouldered the heavy responsibility of guarding the army felt a sudden increase in pressure.
"It's Gu Gui's little omega."
The unfamiliar politician was unaware of the infinite struggle in the heart of the First Corps Commander, but arrogantly took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands, and continued on.
"We know that his strength is far beyond the average omega. Except for Gu Gui, you are the one who has been with him for the longest time. We want to know - what weaknesses does he have that he can exploit."
Gu Gui is an extraordinary ordinary person. There is a natural gap between an omega and an alpha. An omega showed his might, kidnapped a legion commander with double S in physical fitness and mental strength, and robbed the mecha to save the marshal and scare him away. For the ice armored beast, they would rather die than believe in such a thing.
In the eyes of politicians, Gu Gui must have left something to protect his spouse when he left, or took some medicine that can temporarily improve his physical fitness. As for the strength of the omega itself, at most it can sit on the machine. Jiali's participation in sailing and fighting without getting hurt is already exceptional among omegas.
Gu Gui is a hard bone, unable to chew or throw away. Coupled with the protection of the emperor, even the Minister of Supervision was placed under house arrest, and even a message could not be sent, so there was only one way to deal with it.
Just like starting with the omega that he regarded as a treasure.
Gu Gui will never go out for a day. If he could find a way to kidnap that omega and control it with drugs or house arrest, it would probably be much easier for Gu Gui to do what he does now.
The whole plan is perfect, only one important link is missing from the commander of the First Army.
In order to increase the appeal, politicians deliberately lowered their voices and painted a big cake for this hairy boy who was said to be picked up from the slums: "Gu Gui's mecha is being repaired, and many new functions will be added. If you Help us get rid of him, that mech is yours..."
In fact, this is not a lie - if Gu Guizhen is solved by them, there will always be someone to sit in the position of Marshal.
In terms of hard power, the commander of the first army is the second person in the entire empire after the marshal. In the interstellar era where personal cutting-edge combat power is the main force and army tactics are supplemented, the first army commander should come after Gu Gui. take over this position.
This is also the real reason why they are willing to take the risk to make contact now - no matter what, taking the initiative to make a good future marshal heir and supporting him in advance will have considerable power for these forces that are competing fiercely with each other. temptation.
Although almost everyone in the political circle understands these things, the military may not have this keen political awareness. What's more, he is still a young man with no background, who once wandered on the streets and entered the military for only ten years.
The temptation of a high-end mecha is probably enough to make the other party work for them.
The politician showed a confident smile, raised his chin slightly, and looked at the "Scream"-like stupefied commander of the First Army, who kept retreating.
now it's right.
How many real soldiers can refuse a cool mecha that costs hundreds of billions of star coins, is loaded with all the high-end weapons of the empire, and can fight and be sturdy
First Corps Commander: …
This man wanted him to leave the warm and safe confinement room and go back to that dark and terrifying house that he couldn't live with because it was given by the marshal.
Also give him a mecha!
So terrifying and ugly, he could have a nightmare for three nights at a glance, he looked like a big broken mecha of a Transformer that failed to transform!
The commander of the First Corps was so frightened that he was about to take off.
"Look, as long as you cooperate with us, everything will be yours."
Thinking that he was overjoyed, the politician smiled kindly, raised his hand to support his shoulder, and continued to patiently persuade him: "Just tell us his weakness, and I can let you out now. Just try to avoid it as much as possible. Order outsiders, when things are done, everything can be said..."
"Okay... I said."
Meeting the gazes of politicians, the commander of the First Corps gritted his teeth and pondered for a while, and finally spoke resolutely.
"Actually, our marshal's wife can't fight at all, and she likes to cry very much. She burst into tears when she was so angry that she couldn't stop her tears."
It's just tearing down the table while tearing it down, dismantling it with bare hands, and after dismantling it, I can't put it back together for the rest of my life.
"I'm still weak and weak, and I can't unscrew the cap of the mineral water bottle. It's the water that I helped him unscrew before drinking."
It was the mecha who was twisting the mineral water bottle at that time, the mecha that was carried by the marshal's wife, and the collar of his clothes. When he threw it in, he was so scared that most of the mineral water was spilled.
"I like cute things. His spiritual power is that kind of soft and tender little ivy. You can get a beautiful little flower pot and put it there, and you may plant it yourself in a while."
It is not necessarily whether it will change shape after planting it. When it transforms into its final state, it will probably scare the ice armored beast into tears, and it will not be able to stop it from running.
The commander of the First Corps is telling the truth. The lie detector on the politician's brain is always on, and everything is normal. of.
It seems that the Ministry of Supervision, which was colluded by the inner ghost, not only closed down, but was also shut up by His Majesty the Emperor.
Everything is developing in a good direction. The commander of the First Corps is not panic at all, he takes a deep breath and makes up his mind, and finally adds an explanation.
"Although our marshal likes the marshal's wife very much, but as soldiers, after all, they are not careful, and they often lose things carelessly. Once, my wife was left alone in the mecha of the virtual training room. Fortunately, I stopped in time. …”
You can't brag too much. The commander of the First Corps stopped, glanced at the steady green light on the politician's polygraph, and put his mind at ease to continue talking nonsense.
"...It should be the same at home. In addition, the marshal has a lot of schedules, and even if he is on vacation, he has to deal with official business at home. He often stays in the study for a whole day. If you steal someone, it may take two days for the marshal to find out. "
fart!
Our marshal can't wait to hold his wife without landing!
According to the latest battle report from the front, the two of them had their mental shields turned on for three days and three nights, from the roof to the garden to the bedroom! More than ten trumpets of His Majesty the Emperor have been blocked!
The First Corps Commander's face was calm and cold, and he knew everything he could say without end, and the corners of his mouth were reserved with a very cold arc.
…
This is probably the hope of seeing the downfall of the marshal, and I can't help but be overjoyed.
The politician instantly understood his expression, gave him a tacit and meaningful look, and also showed a smile, nodded and signaled the robot attendant behind him to open the door: "Okay, thank you for your cooperation, you can go from here. out."
The commander of the First Corps took a few steps forward cautiously. Under the encouraging gaze of the politician, he finally tried to get out of the confinement room.
Then he slammed back into his office, set up a triple mental barrier, turned on the electromagnetic interference, turned on the mute shield, got into the tent with the little yellow star on the blue background, and took out the emergency communication equipment: "Marshal, someone is going to kidnap Mrs. La! Go and beat him!!"
…
In the warm villa tightly wrapped by bloodthirsty vines, Gu Gui put down the emergency communicator, and the dark eyes flashed.
Rubbing his lover's soft short hair wrapped in a small woodpecker curl, Gu Gui leaned over with a smile, let him kiss his face, and watched the smile melt in his black eyes with satisfaction.
The giant eagle transformed into spiritual power roared up in the wind, and drew a black silhouette in the clear blue sky.