The ship inspection center of the Imperial III Legion.
A line of warships landed slowly under the signal of the receiving station, and drove into the inspection station in an orderly manner.
After docking, the hatch opened, and a group of people stepped off the ship one after another.
The man walking in the front was wearing a tall and straight military uniform, and his simple steps still showed a sense of textbook-like demonstration.
During the long journey, the man behind had slightly grown hair, fluttering faintly in the breeze, with a smile in his long and narrow eyes, and his gaze was always on the man in front of him, seemingly respectful, beside him But there was a faintly chilling aura.
The news of the first search team's smooth return has already spread internally. It is said that nearly a hundred Zerg people were killed during this journey, which once again set a new record for the Legion.
The staff of the inspection center dropped off their work at the same time, and subconsciously cast their gaze over there, wanting to see the true faces of the two rookies who had recently gained fame.
Someone couldn't help but pushed the shoulder of the person next to him: "Oh? Is this Wen Ye and Bing Yunlin?"
The eyes of the people next to him were full of astonishment: "This looks... seems different from the rumors, doesn't it?"
According to the internal legend of the Third Legion, these two people seem to be hell Shuras who block and kill gods and Buddhas. They are obviously not related to such a stunning and beautiful figure in front of them.
A soldier passed by and couldn't help but be amused by their conversation: "What are you thinking? The appearances of Lieutenant Colonel Wen Ye and Lieutenant Colonel Yunlin are top-notch existences even among S-class Alphas! But , don't be fooled by their appearance, if you really stand on the battlefield, those bugs will have to pee their pants when they hear their names!"
The staff listened with admiration, and then sighed with some regret: "It's a pity that these two Alphas who are like gods are actually in a relationship with AA!"
The soldier sneered and joked: "Are there still few AA lovers in the military? What's the matter, why don't you let others enjoy it because you don't have this blessing yourself? According to what I said, it's a match made in heaven!"
The staff wanted to say something, but suddenly felt a chill down their spine.
Subconsciously looking up, Bing Yunlin happened to be looking this way.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but at such a long distance, that person seems to be looking at them from afar.
The color in those eyes should have been as gentle as water, but the light glance made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was frozen in place as if frozen, and he couldn't open his mouth.
Wen Ye walked halfway, seeing the person behind him slowing down, he couldn't help but look back, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing." Bing Yunlin averted his eyes lightly, and smiled softly, "There are always some kittens who like to bark, and they think it's interesting, so they take a second look."
Wen Ye: "Huh?"
Inside the Third Army, where did the cat come from
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As in the past, after reporting all the data and information of this voyage, the team members were finally able to return to the dormitory for a short rest.
At this stage of racing against time, searching for energy has become the most important task of all search teams. The so-called rest is only a few days.
The search missions over and over again are like a tour, going on endlessly, and no one knows when it will end.
Or, knowing what will happen when the work is announced to stop, they are more willing to keep busy.
In this era of long-term peace, no one wants to officially start a war with the Zerg.
Bing Yunlin and Wen Ye had already applied to the army for a common suite after they got married, with three bedrooms and one living room, and the windows were bright and clean.
After receiving the instruction, the intelligent AI is concentrating on making lemon black tea, and the whole room is filled with a faint tea fragrance.
Unknowingly, Wen Ye also fell in love with such a familiar smell.
When he was not in office hours, he had already changed into a set of comfortable casual clothes. At this time, he was sitting on the sofa flipping through the recent military magazines, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Although these public-oriented magazines have always reported good news but not bad news, it is not difficult to see some clues from the whitewashed content.
Under the arrangement of the empire, all the residents of the Noahs galaxy announced their transfer, and they would immigrate from that impoverished galaxy to the habitable planets in the third galaxy.
It seems to be preferential treatment for poor areas, but if I remember correctly, the Noas galaxy is currently one of the closest blocks to the Zerg territory.
Behind such an operation, there seems to be some important implication.
Wen Ye was very focused on watching, and didn't notice the sound of water flowing in the bathroom and the door that was quietly pushed open.
Bing Yunlin was wearing a large bathrobe, with a towel hanging around his neck, and he casually wiped the ends of his still wet hair lightly.
Water drops slowly left along the side of his face, and the neckline was slightly opened, revealing the clear outline of the collarbone.
He saw Wen Ye with a serious face on the sofa at a glance, and a smile could not help but appear in the corner of his eyes.
Going around to the back and leaning slightly, poking his head from the side, he asked with great interest, "What are you worrying about again?"
The word "and" is used particularly brilliantly.
As the saying goes, if you are not in your position, you will not seek your own government, and only Wen Ye, a special existence who is naturally suitable as a leader, likes to worry about the country and the people when he has nothing to do.
In such a posture, the drooping hair tip brushed against the skin, and the sudden coolness on the tendril brought Wen Ye back to his senses.
He gently smelled the elegant fragrance after taking a bath, and replied: "If I guess correctly, the battle is about to start."
A rare flash of astonishment flashed between Bing Yunlin's eyebrows: "So fast?"
It was obviously much earlier than he expected.
Wen Ye gently held his wrist, pulled him onto the sofa, handed over the report that he had read several times, and simply began to analyze it.
Such a serious manner is very similar to the seriousness of the weekly team meeting.
After listening for a while, Bing Yunlin's eyes moved from the military magazine to the opponent's face, passing between the brows little by little, then the arc of the cheek, then the tip of the nose, and then little by little fell on the face that always makes people feel uncomfortable. On the lips that people never get tired of.
It was only after repeated inspections like this a few times that Wen Ye noticed the distraction of the person next to him, and raised his eyelashes slightly: "Are you listening?"
Bing Yunlin looked away lightly, and smiled slightly: "Listen."
After finishing speaking, he pulled the military magazine out of Wen Ye's hand, put it neatly aside, and looked at him amusedly: "Why worry so much about something that hasn't happened yet? If there is a real war, when the time comes Just hit it, don't you agree, Ah Ye?"
Wen Ye was silent for a moment, trying not to find any logical loopholes.
Just as he was about to say something, the tip of his nose moved slightly.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but the tea fragrance that was originally in the air seems to be slightly stronger.
He looked up at Bing Yunlin, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Yunlin, when did you have your susceptibility period last time?"
After he asked this question, Bing Yunlin realized that his possessiveness seemed a little too strong today.