Black Jack died, and the remaining 7th Legion of the rebel army had little combat power. Mei Jielin asked in the channel: "Commander, can we go back to eat?"
The flames caused by the explosion outside the porthole were still not extinguished. Lu Fenghan sat back in his original position and said, "Don't worry. Wei Yin and Long Xiyun will stay to clean up the battlefield and deal with the remnants of the Eighth Legion. The rest of you will follow me and go to the Seventh Legion's base."
Mei Jie Lin's eyes lit up. "Is this a one-shot, ruthless attack? I like it!" She curled her lips, "I feel more comfortable now! In the past, if I wanted to pursue the victory, I had to think about how to submit a 10,000-word action description. If the reasons are not sufficient, I will be held accountable." She pinched her throat, "Who is the commander of this operation? Please explain in detail why you ignored the potential danger and insisted on pursuing the enemy!"
Du Shang said quickly: "Stop! Don't learn this weird tone. It reminds me of the time when I was chasing the Tenth Legion. I came back with a small victory and wrote a report to my superiors. The superiors were very eager to ask me to explain why two more medium-sized ships were destroyed in this battle than the last time. The medium-sized ships were destroyed by the rebels. If you want to ask, ask the rebels. Why didn't they attack the small ships, but only the two medium-sized ships!"
Mei Jielin also felt the same way and nodded repeatedly.
The pro-war and pro-peace factions of the coalition military have been wrestling for years, and they often like to make things difficult on some details. This kind of "difficulty" is not obvious, and is even completely in line with the rules and regulations, and there is nothing wrong with it, but it will make people feel uncomfortable.
Lu Fenghan listened to them talking more and more excitedly: "It's enough to talk about it. This time, the Seventh Legion will be uprooted, so you don't need to write a report."
Mei Jie Lin was beaming with joy and saluted with a smile: "Excellent command!"
There were not a few remaining troops in the Seventh Legion's base, but after Black Jack's death, they became a mob. The two missiles launched by Metierin and Dushan immediately routed the army.
The whole battle ended very quickly, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, leaving Duchamp feeling unsatisfied.
Long Xiyun pressed down the brim of his hat and made an objective assessment: "Each army of the rebels is ruled by the one-man show of the army commander, who is arbitrary and dictatorial. As a result, once the army commander dies, the remaining people can no longer gather effective combat power and can only lie down and take the beating."
Mei Jie Lin continued: "The strategy of capturing the leader first has always worked!"
Dushan also spoke up: "The rebels' model has fatal flaws, but looking at their situation, they will definitely not change it."
Mei Jie Lin: "If their wise man stops strengthening centralization and starts decentralization, I am willing to abstain from sex for three years to express my shock!"
There was a burst of laughter in the channel.
Knowing that if he continued talking, he didn’t know how far the topic would go, so Lu Fenghan gave the order: “Return.”
In the short time from the war zone to the base, Meijielin and his colleagues not only submitted the battle damage and casualties list, but also counted and sorted out all the spoils.
Qi Yan finished reading the long list and was surprised: "They are so fast."
Lu Fenghan: "No matter what I do, this is the most positive thing."
Star Shield docked near the command ship and the channel was connected successfully.
Qi Yan and Lu Fenghan were walking on the bridge, in a daze, when they suddenly heard a familiar voice. When they came to their senses, they saw Ye Pei and Mondrian running a few steps, stopping three steps away from Lu Fenghan, and touching their heels: "Command!"
Noticing Ye Pei's concerned look, Qi Yan took the initiative to answer: "Don't worry, I'm not hurt."
After the battle, Lu Fenghan's momentum relaxed a lot: "With my bodyguard here, Qi Yan will be fine."
Ye Pei straightened his back and quickly explained: "Commander, we don't doubt your intentions!"
"I know you are just concerned about Qi Yan." Lu Fenghan saw that both of them were carrying optical computers, "Are you responsible for the maintenance of the Star Shield? Thank you for your hard work."
After Ye Pei and Mondrian saluted again and hurried away, Qi Yan walked beside Lu Fenghan and suddenly asked, "Why did the general go to kill Black Jack himself?"
Lu Fenghan replied: "Because he scared you."
If Black Jack dares to talk about killing Qi Yan with his own hands, he must be mentally prepared to bear the consequences.
Qi Yan was used to it, but he cared.
Qi Yan was startled: "Just because of this?"
"Yeah, that's why." Lu Fenghan pinched his cheek, not wanting him to think about these bad things anymore. "Do you want to eat star flower mushroom noodles? I'll make it for you."
Qi Yan's thoughts were distracted: "I want to eat. I'm a little hungry."
So half an hour later, in the command room, Qi Yan sat on his exclusive sofa, quietly eating the star flower mushroom noodles on his plate. At the conference table, Long Xiyun, Du Shang and others sat in a circle for a meeting.
Not daring to go to Qi Yan for a bite of noodles, Mei Jie Lin gnawed on the rice ball she had picked up from the cafeteria, and couldn't help but feel scared: "This time, Black Jack blew a hole in the power system of my Chan Yuan, four turrets were broken, and six missile thrusters were broken. Then, on the way to the command room, I ran into Lorenz."
Wei Yin was surprised: "You weren't killed by his glare!"
Mei Jielin took a big bite of her rice ball. "He stood there with a coffee cup in his hand, staring at me for nine full seconds. Death ray!"
Lu Fenghan didn't interrupt.
During the war, our nerves were extremely tense, and now that we have some free time, there's no harm in chatting more nonsense.
His eyes habitually fell on Qi Yan's exclusive sofa. Lu Fenghan fixed his eyes, stood up and walked over.
There were familiar footsteps approaching. Qi Yan looked up while holding his chopsticks, feeling a little surprised, wondering why Lu Fenghan suddenly came over.
There was still half of the noodles left on the plate; he had eaten quite a bit.
Seeing Qi Yan's puzzled look, Lu Fenghan did not explain. He just gently pinched Qi Yan's chin with his left hand, lifted it up, and wiped the sauce from the corner of Qi Yan's mouth with paper.
There was a clear inhalation sound at the conference table.
Mei Jielin almost dropped the rice ball in her hand. She lowered her voice and temporarily turned the post-war discussion into a gossip sharing session: "The conductor's movements! The expression! I have never seen it before!"
Duchamp: "It's a miracle if you have seen it. If you have, the commander wouldn't have been the 'first bachelor of the expeditionary force' for so long."
Weiyin: “That makes sense!”
Du Shang added very considerately: "Pojun, there is no ghost on the command ship. This is just a common phrase, not a real ghost."
Po Jun: "Thank you, I have added this sentence pattern to my language library, although I will definitely not use it."
Seeing Lu Fenghan talking to Qi Yan, Mei Jie Lin took the opportunity to continue gossiping: "You guys think, are Commander and Qi Yan together? I think they're still a little bit away."
As he spoke, he pinched his index finger with his thumb.
Dushan leaned in and said, "No, it looks like the commander is still chasing!"
Long Xiyun joined in: "It should be soon."
Wei Yin also joined the private chat: "How did you all figure that out?"
Mei Jie Lin shook her head and sighed: "A fool can't see it."
Weiyin: ?
After the post-war meeting, it was already 2:30 in the morning.
The command room was empty, and on the star map that lit up, the Benguela Front had been incorporated into the Alliance star field, and several planets were flying the sword and shield flags.
Lu Fenghan sat there without moving. He walked a distance away and looked at Qi Yan quietly.
Qi Yan was dozing off on the sofa. The screen of his personal terminal projected in the air was on, and the light outlined delicate lines on his profile.
Lu Fenghan discovered that Qi Yan liked to wear his clothes, such as the standard shirt he was wearing, which he could not get back once he lent it to him.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he couldn't help but loosen his collar with one hand.
The apex of the heart feels a little hot.
When Lu Fenghan lived in Leto's house, he thought everything on the command ship was too hard. But now, because of the presence of one person, the monotonous and cold furnishings around him became soft and gentle.
Seeing that Qi Yan's forehead was about to touch the table, fearing that he might feel pain, Lu Fenghan strode to the sofa and whispered, "Go back to sleep."
Qi Yan was dazed, without even opening his eyes, he just raised his arm towards the source of the sound.
It is the action of hugging.
In an instant, Lu Fenghan's eyes were filled with smiles.
He picked up Qi Yan horizontally, told Pojun to deal with the food plates, and then walked out of the command room.
The prayers in sleep lost their coldness, revealing a hint of fragility.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Lu Fenghan denied himself.
Although the little squeamish girl is a little squeamish, she is fragile and strong.
Not long after they walked, Lu Fenghan noticed that the person he was holding had woken up.
Qi Yan subconsciously buried his face in Lu Fenghan's chest, avoiding the light from the top of the passage, and asked in a low voice: "Is the meeting over?"
"After the game, I'll take you back to your room to sleep." Lu Fenghan deliberately asked, "Do you want to come down and walk by yourself?"
After struggling for a few seconds, Qi Yan shrank back again and mumbled, "No."