Coat in tan rough calfskin, inner pages in vegetable fibre paper, is a journal. This diary followed the once young, proud, resolute and gentle imperial officer who took a seven-year interstellar journey from the empire to a planet called 5460 on the western edge of the Federation. After a slaughter order, it silently posted The young officer's left chest began to slumber for an unknown number of years in the mass grave under the ice and snow.
Later, there was an equally young, proud, determined and gentle federal officer who fled from the East Forest Region of the Federation to the capital star circle, and followed the troops to this planet called 5460. Before Liu Ling arrived, he slipped into this icy cold. In the cruel mass grave, the diary was found on the frozen chest of the imperial officer. The diary began another journey, following the federal officer to farther places, before finally returning home.
The calfskin wrapped on the outside of the diary was badly damaged. It seemed that with a little effort, it would turn into rotting debris. The vegetable fiber paper inside had already begun to fall off, which was the same as when the high-spirited imperial officer just got it in his hand. , there is already a big difference.
But Aunt Susan still recognized it at a glance, because she bought it many years ago, and she handed it over to her brother who was about to go on an expedition. She sold the last piece of jewelry her mother left to herself, and she could only buy it. You can buy rough calfskin, but can't afford refined calfskin.
The difference of one word is the regret of Aunt Susan for many years later. She sometimes even thinks that if she had bought a good diary for her brother, he might not have been shot for violating military discipline. A logical sad thought, but for a helpless and helpless sinner lady struggling to survive in the ghetto, she can only blame herself and miss her loved ones in this way.
Aunt Susan took the old diary with her trembling hand, and couldn't help but put her right hand on her face, rubbing her calloused fingers on her fat and weather-colored cheeks, but she couldn't stop squeaking. Tears spilled out of his fingers.
For many years, the pain and torment of life could not make this lady who was forced to be cheerful, optimistic or even irritable shed a single tear, but today I saw the relics left by my long-dead brother, and the grievances and pains of countless days, as if I had found it. An outlet for her to cry out loud.
Holding the diary in her left hand, and crying in pain while covering her face in her right hand, Susan felt as if she saw her brother with the warmest smile standing in front of her again.
Paul looked at his mother who was crying in shock, and supported her weak elbow. He rarely saw such a sad side of his mother, and he didn't know what the diary represented. The subconscious impulse to protect his mother made him try to question him. However, thinking of the incomparably noble status of the other party, he did not dare to speak after all.
The fat woman crying in the small clean courtyard made the expressions of the imperial officers around her become a little strange. As the officers of His Royal Highness's direct troops, they knew that the diary that His Highness was holding probably belonged to a sacrificed colleague, but they did not. Knowing what was recorded in the diary, a sense of desolation and sadness rose in the courtyard for a while, and several officers quietly took off their military caps.
Huaicao Shi looked at the woman crying like a child in front of him, her eyes gradually narrowed.
Xu Le got the diary and brought it back to the empire. This chubby and unusually mediocre woman happened to be Arthur's sister, and for some unknown reason, she was willing to take a great risk and take him away. It was kept in a small courtyard for nearly a year.
She had read through the diary carefully. From the records of Officer Arthur, she felt something that she had never felt with her heart before. Now she feels more and more, is there really something destined somewhere? How did this extremely unlikely story happen? Or does the creator think that this pair of brothers and sisters, separated by life and death, and separated by the vast universe, both possess certain virtues that should be cherished, so I borrowed Xu Le's hand to show a little mercy
Huai Cao Shi has no mercy. In her opinion, virtue should be appreciated only when the world allows it to be possessed. Now that the war is burning all over the universe, this relatively nihilistic existence must be let go.
Imperial troops have carried out many massacres against civilians and technicians in the federal Xilin. When reading the military intelligence report afterwards, Huai Cao Shi believed that such actions were meaningless, but she also strongly disagreed with officers like Arthur who violated the orders of the superiors. stupidity.
"Your name is Paul?" Huaicao Shi was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked at the young boy who was a little overwhelmed and said, "According to your school's files, you are currently participating in military training?"
Paul glanced nervously at his crying mother, swallowed his saliva to moisten his throat, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."
He didn't know why Her Royal Highness, who was like a god in the hearts of the people of the Empire, came to his house, and was even more shocked that Her Highness seemed to know who he was and what he did.
"Your military training ends here." Huai Cao Shi glanced at him and turned to leave.
Paul has no good feelings for the imperial army that is raging in the ghetto, but his heart is full of enthusiasm to resist the federal invaders. In the eyes of a civilian student like him, joining the imperial army is also a precious right. At these words, his blood surged in astonishment and protested loudly: "Why?"
Huaicao Shi put his hands behind his back and held them gently on his waist, ignoring the boy's protest at all, and directly ordered the subordinate beside him: "Remember his number, no one is allowed to let him go to the front line. ."
"Who was the man who hung you on the tree? Did he come back?"
"I don't know, because you told me last time that he was dead, so I didn't have any mental preparation at all... Putting anesthesia in a teacup, this indiscriminate but extraordinarily useful method, is indeed very similar to Nas. I'm used to doing it."
"According to the information sent back from the Federation, he should be dead. The machine head of the Federation should not hate him any less than me. Although he has escaped the pursuit of the machine head absurdly many times, I always think that Miracles cannot be repeated."
The top floor of the Hall of Picking Stars, which was filled with the breeze, faintly heard the low hum of the maglev equipment below, and the filtering ultraviolet gauze around it danced with the wind. The imperial emperor Huaifuchai slowly turned around and looked at the beautiful middle-aged man standing outside the screen, his brows furrowed in disgust, he always felt that the light white robe he was wearing seemed to be covered with clothes behind him. The white veil, as for the pair of slender long naked legs like a woman, made him feel sick for decades.
"From the standpoint of the empire, I don't think you should have any hatred for Nasri at all. If it wasn't for the big explosion that he single-handedly created, maybe Lipif would have already led the federal troops to blow it up. your palace."
"How can the confrontation between the two largest war machines in the universe be changed by one person and an explosion?"
The emperor's tone was stern and there was a hint of sarcasm, "You people are always habitually wanting to myth a certain character, the teacher passed away, you are too incompetent, does Master Fan Fu feel that your waist is about to be unable to straighten up? , so do you think that if you put the teacher, the student, into the temple, you can continue to maintain the mysterious and inviolable feeling of your family?"
"Emperor classmate, our family never needs to work hard to maintain our status. If you are making a strong voice to the thousand-year blood oath, I will be very happy to see the emergence of a piece of history, and I also want to see it with my own eyes. See how the Baijin Dynasty fell."
The sarcasm in Master Fan's words was no less than that of the most powerful man in the universe, and he didn't know what kind of trump card his family possessed to allow him to face the Emperor of the Empire, feeling so relaxed and crazy.
"If an incident like this happens again." The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at him calmly, and said, "I will forget what a blood oath is, at least I can kill you first... As for how much of your Hua family is left behind The trump card, whether this dynasty can continue, by then, maybe I won't care anymore."
Master Fan looked at the emperor's squinted eyes and knew that the other party really had murderous intentions. However, his expression was still as sloppy and charming. With a snap, he lit the cigarette that had been between his lips for a long time, shrugged and said: "It seems that you are really pessimistic about the future of the Empire."
"No, I just hate the existence of a genius like you. This kind of hate sometimes even exceeds my greatest wish in this life." The emperor stared at him with disgust, and then his eyes fell on an old and full On the thorns with black blood stains.
Master Fan was slightly startled, then bowed and saluted, and without waiting for the emperor's permission, he walked towards the maglev entrance.
"Where are you going?" The emperor turned and held the railing, looking out at the high sky.
"I'm going to find that spaceship to see if there is a chance to sneak into the Federation." Master Fan said indifferently, without stopping, "If I can get in, maybe I can easily retrieve the destroyed list."
The glacial expression of the Emperor Wannian was slightly loosened at this moment. The heroic plan that had lasted for decades has now been seen by the Federation. There are surviving.
"You are still an imperial man after all."
The emperor looked at the sky with a slight smile. He couldn't see any aircraft in his sight. However, outside the atmosphere, in the space base around Tianjing, in dozens of galaxies controlled by the empire, countless heavy alloy war machines , is being loaded nervously, and the densely packed imperial battleships are suspended in space silently and chillingly, always ready to go to the front line.
The war has already begun, so let it continue with vigour.