That night, when Paul rushed home from the Second University, his clothes were covered with traces of inferior paint. After eating three chopsticks of wheat vegetables, he finally couldn't bear the doubtful eyes of his mother and Xu Le. Putting down his chopsticks, he lowered his head and said, "I have signed up for special military training."
Aunt Susan took a deep breath in surprise, covered her mouth, and said nothing.
Xu Le looked at Paul's youthful face, hesitated for a moment, and persuaded: "The federal talent has just passed the space channel, the situation is not so tense, you are a mechanical college student, how can it be your turn? fight?"
"You have to be ready at all times." Paul replied seriously: "Brother, I know that you have resentment against the empire, but we do too. The problem is that our country has reached the moment of life and death, and our compatriots are caught in blood and fire. In, bro, forget those hatreds related to political conspiracy."
He patted Xu Le on the shoulder and said with emotion, "We are not fighting for Your Majesty, we are fighting for ourselves."
Aunt Susan slowly put down the spoon in her hand, a look of pride and relief flashed on her chubby face, put her hand on her son's thin shoulder, and said harmoniously, "Do what you want."
"Yeah." Paul nodded vigorously.
Xu Le was speechless, looking at the immature imperial boy beside him, thinking that he might go to the battlefield full of blood and fire, he felt a little nervous.
He wanted to teach him some skills to save his life on the battlefield, but then he thought, wouldn't this be too irresponsible to his compatriots
A young man from a foreign country who has saved his life and has an excellent relationship with himself. He is about to go to the battlefield. Maybe one day he will hold the barrel of the gun and spray it with himself, and then weep to say goodbye to each other. According to the general concept, Xu Le should be very depressed, suffering and struggling with a headache.
However, I have seen too many pictures of my comrades dying or surviving on the Xilin battlefield, especially when I was captured to the empire this time, and I have traveled too much between life and death. Xu Le's character has changed, or he has returned to Donglin back then. The psychological state of the orphan in Bell Tower Street, not only can he do not want to ask questions that cannot be resolved temporarily, but is also full of confidence with a cunning atmosphere.
He believes that if that day comes, he will be able to find a solution.
Paul was busy with military training and marching in the streets, while Aunt Susan was busy earning money and then changing the money into hard currency that would not easily depreciate in value. Sometimes she even went to the management office to make wartime donations. Xu Le, a federal soldier, had no sense of being their enemy. , still repairing pirated audio and video players as usual, polishing all kinds of inferior metal parts, and living quietly and warmly in small courtyards and attics.
No one knew that when he went to the hardware store every day, he would always sit for a long time in the restaurant next to the white courtyard. Remember everything in your mind, and then draw it on the map after returning to the attic of the aunt's house.
The engineer's meticulous way of thinking made him very serious about the preparations and took every detail seriously, but for that matter, he still felt that his urge to enter the Master Fan Mansion was a little crazy, after all, it was an existence with a taste of history and mystery. , and after so many years, who knows where the great spaceship that great ex-Master Fan once took? Is the star map that may be the third passage between the Federation and the Empire still in Master Fan's mansion
On a calm and capricious night, the warm scent of bean paste simmered under the attic. Aunt Susan hummed one of the most famous and vulgar Internet songs in the empire, happily waiting for her son's return.
Paul has already finished the special military training of the Second University. If the situation of the cosmic war develops to be extremely unfavorable for the empire in the future, even the civilians of Tianjing Star will have to fight. Paul, who has achieved good results in the mechanical department, will definitely become a very needed armored division. of reservists.
Aunt Susan, who had a tragic life, could not have any favors for the imperial family and those dignitaries because of her parents and brothers who died tragically. In her opinion, this country is undoubtedly a tragic world, but as Paul said to Xu Le Said that ordinary imperial civilians and even untouchable slaves, in the face of the situation of the Federation's large-scale attack, simply and simply put down their hatred for this society in an instant, filled their hearts with love for their hometown, and supported their mothers with laughter and tears. His own son went to the battlefield.
In the attic, Xu Le sniffed the aroma of the warm food from the market below, shook his head lightly, walked to the window, and glanced at the master Fan's mansion shrouded in dust and mist in the distance, and the rising sky above the white courtyard. The crescent moon slowly closed the window tightly, leaving no gaps.
The left foot stepped forward slightly, the right foot was flattened back, the knee was bent at a 60-degree angle, the left hand was clenched in a fist, and the right hand was stretched out straight, but the fingertips were strangely raised.
He remained in this position in silence for ten minutes, then pulled his feet back into another odd position. For the human body, these postures obviously go against the common sense of physiology, at least those anti-joint elbows and knees, uncomfortable trembling thigh muscle double fibers, I don't like it very much.
These are exactly the ten poses he has practiced since he was a child.
Gradually, the trembling was born from the double muscle fibers that were twisted and squeezed and rubbed all over the body, and then transformed into a magical scorching power, sneaking under the wheat-colored skin, following an irregular path, and transmitting it to the body. Everywhere, every finger, every hair, every tiny hole under every hair.
The air in the attic seemed to feel a certain attraction, and a gust of wind moved for no reason, slowly flowing around his almost absolutely still body, intimately communicating with the invisible forces oozing out of the pores, rubbing, and then go away.
He practiced the magical power for more than ten years, and when he was a child, he silently called himself the trembling magic. Now I know that this power method has a name called Badao, but after just knowing the name, the powerful power in the body was captured Poetry is even more grand and irresistible force truncates at one finger.
Taking his life as a bet, Xu Le bravely broke through the seal of that finger without fear of death, and the meridians of his whole body were shattered, turning him into a paralyzed patient. After that, this Donglin stone endured the pain that the average person could never bear, and actually picked up all the power scattered in the body piece by piece!
Not only did he regain his original strength, but even there was a slight transition at some level. Xu Le felt this, but his body was too weak when he fled all the way, and there was no way to know how big the scale of this improvement was.
It wasn't until Aunt Susan rescued him and accommodated him in the attic that he discovered a lot of problems unbelievably.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the earphones on the straw mat, slowly raised his hands, felt the scorching heat gushing out from behind his waist, and no longer followed the previous passage, but like a running bison from the inside of his body. Immediately, he charged straight out, across his chest, over his shoulder blades, over his upper arm, over his elbow, and into his palm.
The palm is still the one with calloused fingers, but there is a real feeling of swelling in it, which seems to be bigger than what the eyes can see. Ten fingers felt swollen and sore, especially the skin on the belly became very sensitive and seemed to be able to feel the slightest movement in the air.
Xu Le frowned suddenly, groaned softly, and his ten fingers stretched out in the air suddenly flicked!
There was a sudden series of slight crackling sounds in the air, as if some invisible force was penetrating the air. The earphones on the straw mat two meters away moved their positions in a strange way!
The cool and refreshing wind reverberated in the attic, swaying a few traces of dust that were not noticed in normal times.
Xu Le slowly opened his mouth wide, revealing his neat white teeth, put his hands back in front of him, and observed it carefully, just like an engineer admiring the beautiful electron beam whose IQ would never be able to analyze the principle in shock.
This is not the first time he has discovered the so-called overflowing phenomenon of true qi, but he is still deeply shocked.
Opening the window again, Xu Le looked at the Master Fan Mansion in the distant moonlight, couldn't help shrugging, put on his earphones, and listened carefully to the communication over there through the electronic pulse monitor. This simple-looking electronic pulse monitor is composed of parts he purchased at the hardware store in the past two months. With his mechanical level, he easily completed this tool, and the Imperial Engineering Supervision Department has not found any abnormality. .
He lifted the drafting curtain, pried open the rotten floor, and took out a pistol that was full of luster. Xu Le silently carried out the final maintenance, and then tucked the weapon that was hidden before the unconsciousness under the clothes behind his waist. .
"Don't eat?" Aunt Susan looked at him in amazement as he walked down the attic. She waved the spatula and said, "You don't like bean paste buns. I even made a pot of chowder."
"There are a few things to deal with." Xu Le replied with a smile.
Aunt Susan has always supported him to have the courage to communicate with the outside world, and to have the courage to treat the imperial wanted as shit, so she did not force him to keep him, and continued to wave the spatula and shouted loudly: "The curfew is not strict now, but the parade There are many people, be careful, and come back early."
"OK."
Xu Le walked out of the small courtyard, walked through the alley, stepped on the mud and garbage, squinted his eyes and walked towards the white building, feeling more and more nervous as he walked.
"Master is not an ordinary person."
"Well, people whose fingers can be used as engines... are generally not people."
He cheered himself up like this in his heart.