Qi Yan rarely says such words out loud. He prefers to keep all the sweetness and bitterness in his heart and digest the taste of them alone.
Perhaps because he had been in a state of chaotic memory for a long time, he needed absolute rationality to distinguish between fiction and reality. His emotions had been very stable, with few drastic fluctuations. Sometimes he even seemed cold and unkind, but Lu Fenghan could always sense the warmth contained under the transparent ice layer.
The tightly closed clam shell opened a tiny gap in these few seconds, and Lu Fenghan was captured by the strong emotions flowing out of it.
The low white noise around me never stops, and the distant stars twinkling outside the porthole seem eternal.
Qi Yan obviously looked like snow on a bamboo branch, but once she was touched by alcohol, she immediately turned into a clingy, talkative and coquettish person.
When Lu Fenghan wanted to put him back on the bed and pour him a glass of water, Qi Yan grabbed the corner of his clothes and pulled him back. He raised his head and his eyes suddenly turned red.
Lu Fenghan's brows tightened, and he slowed down his voice and coaxed, "What's wrong with Yanyan?"
Qi Yan stared at Lu Fenghan for a long time, as if to confirm: "... You are back."
There was no trace of sorrow in his tone or look, but Lu Fenghan still felt deeply stabbed in the heart.
He sighed softly, pinched Qi Yan's cheek, and said in a hoarse voice: "What a confused little guy."
Qi Yan's memories were obviously confused, as he was in the period when he had just returned from Dawn Star.
Only then will I say "you are back".
Some wounds caused by sharp knives and axes cannot be repaired in a short time. Just like when Qi Yan woke up in the middle of the night, she would frantically feel his heartbeat and pulse, and only when she was sure of his presence would she relax and lean over to continue sleeping.
When I occasionally suffer from insomnia, I will quietly put my hand on his heart after he falls asleep and stay there motionless.
It's like having a nightmare and still feeling palpitations after waking up.
Without insisting, Lu Fenghan hugged Qi Yan, who was already feeling sleepy, and laid him on the bed. He covered his eyes with his hands and soothed him, "Be good, go to sleep. I'm back."
When he woke up, there was a faint taste of fruit wine in his mouth. Qi Yan slowly opened his eyes. In the dim room, only the virtual screen was on. Lu Fenghan was processing documents.
The fluorescent blue light reflected on his face, adding a few shadows and making the bone lines on his face more hard and deep.
As if possessed by a ghost, Qi Yan reached out and touched Lu Fenghan's nose bridge, then moved down to his lips.
The next second, the rebellious finger was caught.
Lu Fenghan put his other hand down and rubbed Qi Yan's hair: "Does your head hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt," Qi Yan said lazily, not wanting to move. "Is this the report sent back by the exploration team?"
"Well, after comprehensive analysis of the detection data, it has been determined that the vortex does not connect to other star regions."
In other words, based on the existing evidence, it can be determined that the garbage and finger bones found in the vortex all came from nearby.
There have always been people active in that star region.
Even the arrow of suspicion can be pointed at the rebels.
Without being impatient, Lu Fenghan contacted Lorenz from the technical department and ordered additional personnel to be sent to the exploration team to measure the size of the vortex and record how much time it would take to bypass the vortex and reach the other side.
Lorenz agreed and asked, "Anything else you want to tell me?"
Lu Fenghan: "Keep the noise to a minimum. All the starships and probes on the mission should turn on stealth mode. Pay attention to safety."
In the communication dialog box, Lorenz nodded: "Got it. In addition, the new weapon of the White Tower-"
Qi Yan, who was playing with Lu Fenghan's fingers nearby, continued, "We are conducting the last test. After the test, it will be shipped to the front line immediately. I have connected the relevant new processing model to the central control system. The technical department can familiarize themselves with it first. If you have any questions, please contact me."
After the communication was cut off, Lu Fenghan thought for a few seconds and prepared to call Mei Jielin and others for a meeting. He stood up and asked Pojun while putting on his clothes: "Where are Weiyin and the others now?"
Po Jun replied two seconds later: "Captain Weiyin and the other four are still in the kitchen. General, I think your meeting plan cannot be implemented, because after the low-alcohol beverage, Miss Meijielin took out the tequila she had hidden for a long time while you were away, and added ice cubes to it. It is said that the flavor is excellent.
Captain Weining has now fallen on the table, and has not moved for 11 minutes and 57 seconds. Captain Dushan is singing the Alliance military song loudly, with a pitch accuracy of less than 41%. Captain Long Xiyun lowered his head, not sure if he has fallen asleep. Miss Mei Jielin put her right foot on the table and was reciting the entire text of the Human Interstellar Covenant loudly to the sound of Captain Dushan's singing, but her fluency was not high. "
Lu Fenghan stopped buttoning his shirt.
Pojun was still broadcasting the situation in real time: "After reciting the Human Interstellar Convention, Miss Meijielin was holding a bottle of wine and shouting 'I want to sleep with a man', and Captain Weiyin suddenly woke up and shouted 'Another bottle'."
After a long silence, Lu Fenghan took a deep breath with great restraint: "Notify their adjutant to take the man away within ten minutes, otherwise throw all those drunkards out of the porthole!"
Po Jun: "Okay General, I will convey your exact words."
An hour later, in Gravity Training Room No. 01, the maintenance robot had completed the internal repairs. After Lu Fenghan finished two sets of strength training, he handed the towel to Qi Yan and asked him to help wipe the sweat off his face.
Po Jun spoke at the right time: "Commander, the four captains have been standing at the door for six minutes. Knowing that you are training, we dare not disturb you. Just wait outside."
Lu Fenghan sneered: "Are you sober? Don't want to sing anymore? Don't want another bottle?"
Po Jun relayed: "Miss Mei Jie Lin replied 'Awake', Captain Du Shang replied 'No more singing, no more singing', and Captain Wei Yin replied 'Not a drop'."
With a deep "thump", Lu Fenghan threw the weight wrapped around his arm to the ground and flexed his wrist: "Open the door and let them in."
In the next hour, everyone who passed by the door of Training Room 01 would stop involuntarily - the screams of pain coming from inside were so miserable that they really made people feel sympathy.
In view of the fact that Lu Fenghan had ordered that no one was allowed to enter the treatment cabin or use the healing gel, for the next three days, the four captains of the expeditionary force walked around with bruises on their faces, almost becoming moving tourist attractions that everyone wanted to take a look at.
In the corridor in front of the command room, Mei Jie Lin touched the corner of her mouth where it was cut and grimaced: "The commander is too mean. He hit me on the face! He also didn't allow me to use medicine. I make a living with this face. What should I do if it leaves a scar?"
Very sad.
Wei Yin went over to comfort her: "It's okay, think positively, you will definitely find someone who doesn't love your broken face, but only loves your strong heart!"
The more Mei Jielin listened to this, the more she felt something was wrong. She kicked Wei Yin's calf with one foot: "Get out! Your face is ruined!"
When he stood in front of the metal door of the command room, Meijielin buttoned up his clothes and walked in in neat military attire.
Lu Fenghan was looking at the star map and didn't raise his eyes when he heard the noise: "Sit down."
None of the four dared to say a word. They sat in their seats like quails, and very rarely, they straightened their backs.
After taking a careful look at Lu Fenghan, Mei Jie Lin felt a pain in the corner of her mouth - it's over, she has a psychological trauma. We all do the same training program every day, so how come he is so good at fighting when he is the commander
The key point is that after defeating one, you can continue to defeat the second one.
Perpetual motion machine
After half a minute of silence, Lu Fenghan asked, "Have they all been recalled?"
Several people looked at each other, and Long Xiyun reported first: "Three hours ago, the Ishtar arrived at the fleet base. The technical department is inspecting it, and the logistics department boarded the ship to count the ammunition reserves and began to replenish the consumption."
With his introduction, Metierin and the others reported the situation of their fleets one by one, but their voices were weaker than usual and they dared not raise their pitch too high.
"Got it." Lu Fenghan didn't give them a good look.
Whether you are in a bad mood or are in a rest period without fighting, or have hangover remedies and treatment cabins to back you up, these are not reasons to drink strong liquor.
No one can predict the situation on the battlefield. In the next second, the enemy ship's gun may be right in front of you.
He didn't want to see anyone sacrifice in vain.
Starting from the front line of the Southern Cross Region, countless miles away.
If you look down from above, the huge vortex that stretches horizontally has sucked everything around it into its force field, like the open mouth of a giant beast. The starship is like a few fallen leaves, floating cautiously on the edge of the vortex.
Chagall was ordered to reinforce the exploration team. After arriving at the new star field, he volunteered to go at the front to explore the size of the vortex and try to bypass it to the other side and continue to head towards the habitable planet.
After sending the data to the base as usual, he pinched his dry brows, and was no longer sure how long he had been drifting near the vortex.
Calvin's voice came out of the communicator. Because they were too close to the vortex, the signal flow was strongly interfered with, mixed with a harsh "hissing" sound: "The people in the technical department said that we are almost at the opposite side. To be honest, there is nothing around us. I can't tell the difference no matter how I look. I have no idea where I am now."
Space can stimulate people’s sense of loneliness. Chagall didn’t quite understand this before, but now he understands it more and more. For example, now when he hears someone talking, his tiredness will be swept away and he will feel refreshed.
"This vortex is roughly elliptical in shape. We passed its apocenter about four hours ago. Based on the destroyer's speed, we are indeed not far from the target planet."
After that, the two of them fell silent again.
Just as Chagall was racking his brains to bring up a topic to continue the conversation, a tune suddenly floated out of the communicator.
It was Calvin humming.
Chagall had never heard of this tune, but in the endless darkness and close to danger, he could not help but listen very carefully, and his fingers on the joystick even beat the rhythm.
"This is what I heard from a senior who was on a mission with me when I first joined the expeditionary force. I can't remember the lyrics clearly, but I remember the general melody." Calvin chatted, "Just like you and I, I was a newcomer at that time, and I flew a destroyer with him. He also showed me a photo of his fiancée, who was very beautiful. I said at the time that I would definitely go to his wedding."
Chagall asked: “And then?”
"Generally, stories that happen on the front lines have similar endings. In one battle, the senior went to attack the artillery position of a medium-sized rebel ship and was hit. Before the energy leaked out, he drove the destroyer over and blew up together with the medium-sized ship."
It took a while to find his voice again. Chagall pursed his lips and said, "Senior, do you want the war to end?"
"Silly, who doesn't want that?" Calvin said calmly, "Who doesn't want to live a more comfortable life, sleep until dawn, and not worry about the enemy attacking in the middle of the night? Spend an hour during the day cooking a meal, tending flowers, and taking a walk. When you're in the mood, get together with friends and brag a little, and no one will expose each other."
The signal noise is still "hissing".
After a few seconds of silence, Calvin continued, "But as long as we are on the front line, there will be many people living the kind of life I just talked about, and this is also good."
Chagall was stunned and nodded, then he remembered that Calvin couldn't see it without the video, so he said again: "Yes."
It's really good.
The two chatted intermittently, and they didn't know how long they had been drifting. Chagall was talking about how the First Military Academy was very poor and couldn't afford a snow-clearing robot. Every time it snowed heavily, the school would organize students to clear the snow together, under the pretext of physical exercise.
"In fact, we all know that they are just poor. Turan College across the river is extremely rich. Can you imagine that the snow-clearing robots of the league's most prodigal son can stand in three rows at the school gate! Three full—"
His words suddenly stopped.
Even the sound of breathing stopped, as if a rest was suddenly pressed.
"I... I, am I dazzled? Am I hallucinating because I've been drifting for too long?" Chagall murmured, and blinked several times. Not feeling that the effect was not enough, he rubbed his eyes several more times.
The scene before my eyes remained unchanged.
He suddenly raised his voice, "Senior...Senior! Look, look ahead!"
There was a moment of silence in the communicator, and after a long time, a swear word was faintly heard.
In front of the two destroyers, through the visual window in front of the control panel, and looking across countless rock fragments and dust, one can see from afar a planet floating quietly in the dark space curtain, surrounded by several large space fortresses connected by space piers.
It's like the floating island in mythology.
Two minutes later, in the command room, Lu Fenghan received the communication transferred from the technical department.
In the communication screen, the young major swallowed visibly, his throat was still dry, and he reported in a trembling voice: "Command, we seem to have accidentally driven the starship into the enemy's lair..."
“It’s just… exciting!”