The battleship flew forward for a certain distance, and soon met three other mech fighters who were left behind by Sheng Heng and Qiu Zian. After picking them up, the battleship galloped all the way back to the base.
Sheng Zhuo and his younger brother hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they briefly explained a few words, then handed over the soldiers who came back with the regiment to Qiu Zian, and left with Sheng Heng.
"When did you come?" Sheng Zhuo had been fighting on the front line, and he didn't know that Sheng Heng had come.
"A week ago." After the school holiday, Sheng Heng went home and came here directly after seeing his mother.
"Have you seen your father?"
"No, my father went to inspect other bases and hasn't come back yet." Sheng Heng shook his head.
However, Admiral Sheng knew about his coming to the base. Without special approval, Sheng Heng, even as the son of an admiral, could not come in and out at will without special approval.
"Do you want to join the reconnaissance team or the patrol team?" Sheng Zhuo asked.
"!!" Sheng Heng suddenly stopped, "Are you willing to let me go to the battlefield?"
"It's just scouting and patrolling, the battlefield, you're still early." Sheng Zhuo smiled.
In Sheng Heng's mind, Sheng Zhuo didn't know that he came all the way during the holidays to accumulate combat experience. It was the same with him when he was a child, he even came into contact with the battlefield earlier than Sheng Heng. When he was still in high school, he would come to the base to participate in simple battles during the winter and summer vacations. If it wasn't for Sheng Heng's finger injury, he would be the same as himself.
"Thank you, brother." This was really a pleasant surprise.
"But once your mecha is damaged, you have to quit." Sheng Zhuo said again, "The black soul was modified by your...boyfriend, no one here can repair it."
When mentioning his younger brother's boyfriend, Sheng Zhuo was both heartbroken and joyful, it was really sour.
"Okay." Sheng Heng agreed straight away. Anyway, the main purpose of his visit this time was to deliver the phantom potion to the elder brother. It was already a surprise to join the investigation team.
The two brothers chatted for a while, and then went to the base cafeteria together. Sheng Zhuo had been fighting outside for more than half a month, and he had eaten nutrient solution for more than half a month. Every time he returned to the base, the first thing he did was to eat in the cafeteria. It wasn't just him. Not long after the two of them sat down, the soldiers who came back from a battleship just now also came over one after another.
When these soldiers saw the two brothers, they would greet them warmly. Besides their regiment leader, they also had a good impression of Sheng Heng and the others. After all, they saw Sheng Heng driving a level 6 mech and killing a level 8 Zerg by himself just now. For this alone, there are not many sixth-level mech fighters in the base who can do it.
"Beep beep."
Suddenly, Sheng Zhuo's optical brain terminal rang. Sheng Zhuo took a look and frowned.
"What's wrong?" Sheng Heng asked concerned.
"It's okay, the military medical office notified me to go for a routine checkup." Sheng Zhuo said.
"Routine inspection? Brother, are you injured?" Sheng Heng asked nervously.
"No, it's just a routine inspection." Seeing that Sheng Heng was worried, Sheng Zhuo explained a few more words, "Before the Zerg suddenly mutated and possessed a mental shock wave, we were unprepared, and many people were subjected to mental attacks. He took advanced sedatives, but the pharmacist at the military medical office was afraid of hidden dangers, so he asked soldiers with mental power level A and above at the base to go for a mental power-related examination every time they returned from a mission."
Sheng Heng understood: "Then I will accompany you later."
Sheng Zhuo glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, nodded and did not refuse.
After eating, the two went to the military doctor's office together. The Military Medical Office is an 18-story general hospital with top-notch medical equipment from the Federation and excellent pharmacists trained by the Sheng family.
The routine inspection process is also very simple, that is, to measure the mental map with an instrument. Sheng Zhuo sat there with his eyes closed, wearing a spiritual helmet, and within ten minutes, the mental map was measured.
Sheng Heng couldn't read the mental atlas, but he could look at the pharmacist's face, and from the pharmacist's serious face, his heart suddenly hung up.
"How?" Just when Sheng Heng couldn't bear to ask, Sheng Zhuo had already asked. He took off the helmet on his head and looked at the pharmacist very indifferently.
"Major General, your sea of consciousness is very fragile now, you must rest." The pharmacist said worriedly.
"What do you mean? What happened to my elder brother's sea of consciousness?" Sheng Heng walked to the pharmacist and asked anxiously.
The pharmacist glanced at Sheng Heng. He had already guessed Sheng Heng's identity from Sheng Heng's address just now. But he didn't answer immediately, but turned his head and glanced at Sheng Zhuo.
Sheng Zhuo nodded, and after signaling that it was all right, the pharmacist explained to Sheng Heng: "A year ago, the Zerg race suddenly mutated, and a group of Zerg races with mental shock waves appeared. At that time, most of the soldiers in the army were injured. Hai, the high-level sedatives in the entire Federation are in short supply. At that time, in order to maintain combat power, the military department gave priority to sedatives to high-level mech fighters, but this also left sequelae.”
"Consciousness Sea was attacked, and immediately took high-grade sedatives, and then continued to fight, without even having time to rest and recuperate. It's like a piece of iron. When it is hot, add water to cool it down. How can it be so fragile again and again? .”
Sheng Heng was shocked when he heard that, neither the elder brother nor his father mentioned these things to the family. If he didn't come here by himself this time, the elder brother didn't intend to say anything at all.
"Then how to treat it?" Sheng Heng asked.
"Rest, the major general's sea of consciousness has been overdrawn too much, he must have a full rest." The pharmacist said.
"how long?"
"At least two years." The pharmacist said.
Sheng Heng looked at Sheng Zhuo, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. After two years of rest, for any soldier in any base, he only needs to apply for a sick leave, and he can get an approval. Go back to recuperate for two years, and after two years, you can return to the battlefield to continue fighting. But Sheng Zhuo was different. He was the next generation of the Sheng family. If news of his illness spread, it would shake the Sheng family's status in the federation.
So Sheng Zhuo not only couldn't cultivate, but even had to go on missions as usual, otherwise outsiders would definitely be able to see the clues.
It's all too useless.
Sheng Heng clenched his fists tightly. It has been a long time since Yan Hao helped him modify the Black Soul. He thought that as long as he could become a mecha fighter, even if his level was not high, he would be able to go to the battlefield. That's enough. But in fact, it was far from enough. If he hadn't injured his hand, he was destined not to be a high-level mecha fighter. Big brother didn't need to hold on so hard.
"Thank you. Let's go." Sheng Zhuo stood up, thanked the pharmacist, and signaled Sheng Heng to leave with him.
Sheng Heng silently followed behind Sheng Zhuo with a dignified expression. Seeing him like this, Sheng Zhuo didn't say anything, intending to let him digest it first. The two brothers left the hospital together like this, and as soon as they left the hospital, they met Qiu Zian head-on.
"Leader, Second Young Master, I knew you were here." Seeing them, Qiu Zian ran over quickly.
"What do you need from me?" Sheng Zhuo asked.
"Yes, the military department sent a notice, and I'll deliver it to you." With that said, Qiu Zian handed over a document.
"Why don't you call me?" Sheng Zhuo reached out to take it.
"Your terminal has blocked the signal. I guessed that you must have come here for a routine inspection. This document is urgent, so I ran over directly." When doing the mental map test, the electronic equipment must be turned off.
When Sheng Zhuo heard that it was an urgent mail, he lowered his head and looked at it, and then a look of surprise flashed across his face: "Mr. Zhong chose us this time?"
"Yes, and it will arrive early tomorrow morning." Qiu Zian said excitedly, "This is a tenth-level mech maker, and I finally have the chance to meet him alive. The gang of mecha makers in the base are going to have to crazy."
"Mr. Zhong is coming to our base?" Sheng Heng was taken aback.
"That's right, there has been news about the upgrade of the third-generation system a few months ago, and it was officially announced not long ago. During this time, all the bases are trying to find a way to ask Mr. Zhong to come over, but he finally chose us." Qiu Zian Excitedly said, "Second young master, isn't your black soul a mimic system? I just took this opportunity to let Mr. Zhong help you. Mr. Zhong was the first to study the mimic driving system. His research on the mimic system must be better than yours. Boyfriend is strong. By the way, where is your boyfriend? Is he free? If you let him come over, you may have the opportunity to learn from Mr. Zhong yourself."
As he said that, Qiu Zian thought of the regulations of the base again, and turned to Sheng Zhuo and said, "Leader, the second young master's boyfriend will also belong to your family sooner or later, so you should write a note and specially approve him to come in."
Sheng Zhuo has never met Yan Hao, but he also knows that Yan Hao is a cute thing. Not to mention that he modified the mimetic mecha for Sheng Heng, with the formula model of advanced tranquilizers and the cute herb bag, Sheng Zhuo can provide He specially approved. So, he looked at Sheng Heng on the spot and said, "Mr. Zhong will stay here for at least half a month when he comes this time. You can notify him to come."
Sheng Heng didn't answer, but fixed his eyes on the document that his eldest brother was holding.
"No need." Sheng Heng shook his head.
"It's a rare opportunity. Didn't you say that he likes mecha manufacturing?" Sheng Zhuo frowned. How did his younger brother become a boyfriend? This kind of opportunity doesn't know how to think about others, and he is not afraid of them running away.
"He's already here." Sheng Heng said again suddenly.
Sheng Zhuo was taken aback, and was about to ask where it was, when Sheng Heng reached out and poked a name on the document.
Entourage: Bayun, Yan Hao.
"Yan Hao, my boyfriend, he is Zhong Lao's closed disciple." Afraid they would not understand, Sheng Heng explained a little more.
Sheng Zhuo: Don't deliberately emphasize the word boyfriend. I know your boyfriend's name is Yan Hao. It's just that I didn't see the entourage written in those small characters just now.
On the other hand, Qiu Zian opened his mouth wide, as if he vaguely understood something: Could it be that when Mr. Zhong came to their side this time, it was the Second Young Master who blew the pillow wind
The author has something to say: Sheng Heng: I really want to brag