After reducing the dosage for two consecutive days, Qi Yan's reaction was not very big. She just started to frequently check where Lu Fenghan was.
After discovering this detail, Lu Fenghan arranged a small corner for Qi Yan in the command room so that Qi Yan could see him whenever he raised his eyes.
The captains of all the expeditionary ships were present at the round table.
Lu Fenghan looked around and fixed his eyes on the captain of the Pingning, Wei Yin, who was yawning all the time: "Why, you haven't woken up yet?"
Wei's eyes were visibly dark blue: "Commander, are we having a meeting or just chatting now?"
Lu Fenghan leaned back: "Just a small talk before the meeting."
Wei's shoulders slumped, with an expression of intolerance: "I strongly request that you issue a rule that prohibits asking superiors for gossip! Especially in the middle of the night!"
Lu Fenghan was very interested: "What did your men ask you about?"
Weiyin pointed his finger in the direction of Qi Yan secretly: "Ask the commander if you are going to fire the first shot soon. After all, I will repay you for saving my life with my own life!"
Lu Fenghan: “…”
Memories are interconnected. The appearance of the three words "first shot" immediately brought back a memory of Lu Fenghan in Leto - Vincent let slip that in the internal vote of the expeditionary army, not only was he given the title of "the hardest single player on the front line", but everyone also bet that he would never fire the first shot before the age of thirty.
"Is the gambling game about to begin? Which side are you betting on?"
Wei Yin didn't check for a moment and replied casually: "The commander will never be able to fire a gun before he is 30 years old! I threw my three years' salary into it, and I will definitely be able to get rich!"
Under the conference table, the captain of the Chanyuan, Metierin, stepped hard on Wein.
Weiyin cried out in pain: "Mejielin, why did you step on me?"
Meijielin rolled her eyes.
An idiot with only muscles but no brains.
Lu Fenghan felt that chatting with these people was because they thought he had lived too long.
Tapping the table with his fingers, he asked Mei Jie Lin: "While Donald is still in shock—"
From the corner of his eye, he saw Qi Yan curled up on the sofa, using a virtual screen, and seemed to be a little cold. Lu Fenghan pressed his palm downwards, signaling a pause, and stood up. While walking towards Qi Yan, he took off his coat and leaned over to put it on Qi Yan.
Seeing this, Weining whispered to Meijielin: "Tsk, this coat has only been on the commander for a few minutes."
Before Mei Jielin could answer, Lu Fenghan had already sat back in his seat and continued, "We will attack again this afternoon. Will you be the main force?"
Mei Jielin has a cold and world-weary face, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and narrow double eyelids. She had her hair cut into a princess cut, put on a military cap, stood under the spotlight, and was able to immediately take photos for this year's Alliance military's external propaganda posters.
"Okay, I've been wanting to take someone with me for a long time. I can't get anything from staying at the base, and I'm broke. My bank account is empty, and what can I use to sleep with a man when I get back to the surface?"
Mei Jielin's three major hobbies in life: eating, fighting and sleeping with men.
She came to the frontline right after graduation, and worked her way up from the bottom to her current position as captain of the Chanyuan. I don't know who influenced whom between her and her subordinates, but in any case, in such a chaotic world, Mei Jie Lin's position as the leader of the mountain stronghold is a secure one.
This is why every time someone from above came to inspect, Erich would be sent out to show off, and Mei Jielin would also be pushed out to show her face because of her looks, but Lu Fenghan would usually give her a two-word order - shut up.
Then I thought, the captain of the Pingning, Wei, had put all the nutrients he needed to provide emotional intelligence into his muscles. When the captain of the Chanyuan, Mei Jielin, was not in combat mode, he would want to snatch the beautiful man he liked back to bed. The captain of the Jiangling, Du Shang, led the commando team to have sex all day and night, and he wanted to yell at the sun, "I am the craziest." The captain of the special forces, Long Xiyun, was gloomy, as if the alliance owed him eight hundred years of salary...
There is no normal person in the conventional sense.
Fortunately, due to the war, senior military officers on the front line did not accept media interviews, otherwise, once Weiyin or Meijielin opened their mouths, the military's years of building a clean military would be completely ruined.
Lu Fenghan didn't want to respond to Mei Jielin's words, so he called Wei Yin's name first: "Your people have just returned from the war zone, and they are mainly here to rest and recuperate. Only some of them will be sent to assist Mei Jielin."
Wei Yin agreed.
Then he mentioned Long Xiyun's name and said, "There is intelligence that Tang Na has built a new military factory. We have the approximate location. You lead your men to bypass the front battlefield and find out where it is."
Hearing the word "military factory", Weiyin and the others looked at Lu Fenghan with sharp eyes.
Lu Fenghan: "Got it, you can discuss and divide the confiscated items among yourselves."
He deliberately emphasized the word "discuss" and explained the words in case someone didn't understand, "It's about discussing. Don't make me do any private fighting."
Mei Jielin quickly said, "It's necessary. Peace is the most important thing!"
Lu Fenghan felt that these four words were too unreliable, and felt that he was leading a group of bandits. Thinking of this, Mei Jielin was not so conspicuous, so he spoke: "The new detection system is in our hands, and the rhythm of this battle is also in our hands. Mei Jielin, show your kite-flying level and take Tang Na for a walk to extend the time. Du Shang, once the location of the military factory is found, you will lead the commando team to assist Long Xiyun and take down the military factory. Don't bombard it randomly. There are new weapons of the rebels inside, which must be thrown to the technical department for cracking. The time node depends on the specific situation, and you must cooperate."
When it came to business, several people looked serious and said, "Yes!"
They discussed some more details of the battle, and when the meeting ended, Mei Jielin deliberately stayed at the end: "Commander, I also bet on that bet."
Lu Fenghan's eyelids twitched, and he had a feeling that she couldn't say anything good.
Mei Jielin: "I bet the commander can fire his first shot before he turns thirty!"
After saying that, he ran as fast as a rabbit.
He took a few steps forward, then fell back and punched Lu Fenghan hard on the chest: "Commander, you are the youngest brigadier general in the alliance. We are all optimistic about you. Seize the opportunity! Everyone in the expeditionary force is willing to give you a star coin to make up for your dowry!"
Lu Fenghan: "...Get lost."
Wei Yin, who was at the door, waited for Mei Jielin to come out and put his arm around her shoulders: "Are you really betting against me? Mei Jielin, listen to your brother, it's not worth it to command!"
Mei Jie Lin waved her hand: "It's okay, I only bet a hundred star coins, and it's because the odds are too high. Tsk tsk, one to a few hundred, if you lose, you won't lose, and if you win, you will get rich!"
The door of the command room was not closed yet. Lu Fenghan listened to the conversation between several people and ordered Pojun: "Tell them that each person should do ten sets of strength training every day for thirty days."
Po Jun: "Okay, General."
A few seconds later, wailing sounds were heard outside the door.
Lu Fenghan was very satisfied with this reaction.
When the command room was empty, Lu Fenghan sat next to Qi Yan.
Qi Yan asked: "Are we going to push the battle line forward this time?"
Since the rebels were officially established in the 145th year of the Star Calendar, they have set up their base in the Omega Galaxy outside the Southern Cross Region. The area where the two meet has always been a war zone.
Before the first major rout, the battle zone was kept outside the Lisbon Star Line, and later retreated to the Turin Star Line and then to the York Star Line.
Lu Fenghan unbuttoned the collar of his standard shirt with one hand: "Well, after the previous wise man of the rebel army died, the current wise man has only been in office for two or three years, and he has already caused so many incidents. General Nie and I agree that the war cannot be delayed at all, otherwise the alliance may really fall.
And you know, the rebel army is a combination of military and political power, and the wise man is equivalent to the secretary-general and the commander-in-chief. This person is not easy to deal with, and the longer he stays, the more trouble he will cause. "
Qi Yan nodded, "I will try my best too."
Lu Fenghan always thought Qi Yan was very cute, and pinched his face: "Okay, let's work together, and when the time comes, we can destroy the rebels, and I can also go to the Sky Diamond Square, find Lu Jun's sculpture, and tell him that he can rest in peace."
Qi Yan remembered: "You clearly said that it was a coincidence that you and General Lu Jun have the same last name."
Being exposed in front of him, Lu Fenghan raised his eyebrows and pinched Qi Yan's nose instead: "Do you remember it so clearly?"
Qi Yan didn't dodge, but just defended himself with a nasal voice: "I have a good memory."
Afraid of hurting Qi Yan, Lu Fenghan loosened his hand and saw that the tip of his nose was a little red: "It turns red when I touch it, as if I bullied you."
Qi Yan looked away and whispered, "You won't bully me."
At 5:00 pm on July 9, the Chanyuan fleet left the port, the Pingning main ship did not move, and Weiyin only brought dozens of medium-sized ships to the tail. Taking advantage of this movement, Du Shang led the commando team to leave from the other side to assist Long Xiyun.
A virtual screen as high as the wall rose in the command room. In the middle was an extremely detailed multi-dimensional star map, and in the squares in the lower right corner were the faces of Metierin and others.
Several people used the communication channel as a chat room and had a very lively conversation.
Lu Fenghan listened to them talking with a stern face, thinking to himself, maybe I was a mute in my previous life, that's why there are so many chatterboxes around me in this life, helping me make up for the words I didn't say in my lifetime.
Not long after, the communication channel went silent, followed by the excited voice of Metierin: "It's started, it's started. Donald has sent out his generals this time. Exciting! Weiyin, help me keep an eye on the rear. Everyone, warm up your guns. The fat sheep is coming!"
At the same time, Pojun also began to report the data feedback from the detection system.
"A high-density heat signal has appeared in the jump channel numbered y819. It is predicted that there is a battleship and it is 2 minutes and 11 seconds away from leaving the jump channel! Please pay attention, Miss Mei Jielin."
"This title sounds good." Mei Jielin was rarely called "Miss" in her life. She found it quite fresh to hear it. She felt that with this title added after her name, she instantly had the quiet temperament of a noble lady from Leto, holding the skirt of her dress to attend a dinner party.
So she spoke in a very gentle tone: "Come, follow me and kill those anti-intellectual idiots together!"
Weiyin laughed so hard that he fell down on the communication channel.
I have to say that Metierin's skill in flying the rebels like kites was superb. She led her men in front and the rebels chased after her. After running for a while, she would change the formation, turn around and fight for a while, and when she had her fun, she would continue to run all over the space. Although she was a very heavy main ship, she was like a slippery loach.
With the help of Po Jun and the prediction of the new detection system, none of Donald's ambush plans came to fruition. Even by accident, every time Metierin took a walk, she would bump into the rebel branch that was surrounding her. Weiyin also firmly protected the rear of the fleet, and the rebels did not gain any benefits.
Seeing that Mei Jielin was getting excited and in a good mood, Lu Fenghan paid attention to Du Shang's communication: "Have you met up with Long Xiyun?"
"We've reunited. But Donald has guarded this place tightly. Long Xiyun has been held up by the defenders. I'm working on the defense system."
After looking at the situation on the scene, Lu Fenghan pulled out the list of the commandos who were going to fight this time, quickly scanned it from beginning to end, and ordered Pojun: "Captain Chagall of the company commando team."
After three seconds, the communication connection is successful.
Lu Fenghan spoke first: "I am Lu Fenghan."
Chagall, who was holding the joystick, suddenly saw a video dialog box appear in front of him. He was a little overwhelmed and stammered, "Command... Command! I am Captain Chagall, from the commando destroyer sequence, please give me your instructions!"
"Replace the destroyer with a micro-ship and find a way to bypass the planetary defense system and destroy one of the base stations in the system. The specific coordinates have been sent to you. This defense system is very thick. If you really want to use artillery or bombs, you may not be able to penetrate it even if you bomb for an hour."
Before Chagall could respond, he heard his superior Duchamp swear, "An asteroid built specifically for military factories is willing to put such a good defense system on it. Do the rebels have no money to spend?"
Chagall agreed: "That's right, thrift is a virtue!" He then immediately realized that now was not the time to unanimously spurn the rebels, so he turned to the video dialog box and responded with full energy, "I guarantee that the mission will be completed!"
When Chagall left the communication channel to switch to the miniature ship, Duchamp couldn't help but mutter, "Commander, how did you catch him at first sight? Chagall has only been in the army for half a year."
Lu Fenghan: "What's half a year? I think he has become a captain by accumulating military merits. It's no problem for him to destroy a defense system base station."
Dushan muttered quietly: "He is young and smart. I want to train him more before sending him out."
Lu Fenghan could tell from what he heard that this was a sign of valuing talent.
"He is a soldier, not a new office worker who needs to spend several months getting familiar with the job. A knife cannot be sharp without being sharpened, and how can blood be drawn without being sharp?"
After a few words, Chagall reconnected to the communication channel: "Report to the commander, the micro-ship has been replaced! Please rest assured, I will complete the mission!"
Lu Fenghan asked, "Are you afraid of death?"
Chagall replied: "No! If I were afraid of death, I wouldn't have joined the expeditionary force!"
Lu Fenghan remembered that he had asked Chagall a similar question in the hovercraft on the founding day. Chagall’s answer at the time was, “The alliance has become like this, it seems that someone has to do something.”
"Well, go ahead."
Chagall was filled with enthusiasm. He held the joystick in his right hand and saluted Lu Fenghan with his left hand: "Thank you, Commander, for giving me this opportunity to practice!"
Duchamp covered his face—he didn’t know whether he should be happy that he was so aware, or worried that he was so careless.
However, he also agreed with what Lu Fenghan said, that jade cannot be made into a useful tool without being polished, let alone on a battlefield where life and death are at stake.
What he calls protection now might become a fatal sword in the future.
Mei Jielin was obviously very excited, with bright eyes, and asked Lu Fenghan in the communication channel: "Commander, isn't it boring for you to stay behind? Let's go to the battle together next time and have a good fight!"
Lu Fenghan was distracted for a moment, and after a few breaths he said, "Hmm," "I'll guard this game first, and we'll take turns next time."
Qi Yan suddenly said, "Are you unhappy?"
Lu Fenghan raised his eyes and looked over: "How did you judge?"
Qi Yan pointed to the corner of his mouth: "When you are unhappy, the angle here will change. I can see it."
Lu Fenghan did not deny it.
Seeing that the battle was moving in the preset direction, he turned off the sound on the communication channel.
"It's nothing actually. At about this time last year, the people I led were wiped out, and the Eros was blown to ashes, leaving only the flag and number." Lu Fenghan said this in a calm tone.
Qi Yan knew that Lu Fenghan was talking about the great defeat.
Everyone knows that accidents on the battlefield are hard to guard against, let alone an ambush caused by a traitor leaking secrets.
This is not Lu Fenghan’s fault.
No one has ever blamed Lu Fenghan, but it is obvious that this is a knot in Lu Fenghan's heart.
Qi Yan judged that Lu Fenghan's current emotion should be self-blame, but he didn't know how to comfort him.
This was a rare moment when he felt an urgency to regain his emotional awareness.
He wanted to understand Lu Fenghan's emotions and knew how to comfort him.
After hesitating for a moment, Qi Yan stood up from the sofa, walked to Lu Fenghan, and said carefully: "I actually don't know what to do."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to hug Lu Fenghan, but the angle was a bit wrong. After thinking about it, he simply bent his legs, knelt on the chair between Lu Fenghan's legs, leaned over, and rested his chin on Lu Fenghan's shoulder.
"General, don't be sad."
Lu Fenghan didn't dare to move.
I could feel the soft tips of Qi Yan’s hair brushing against the side of my face, and it was incredibly itchy.
He thought that the prayer had never changed from beginning to end.
With his left hand clasped on Qi Yan's thin waist, Lu Fenghan remembered something and looked at the rising virtual screen again. In the video dialog box, Metierinwein opened his mouth wide with shock on his face.
With a warning look in his eyes, Lu Fenghan turned off the camera without hesitation.