【Xianyang】Siren

Chapter 12 2. Go to sleep, adults also need time to dream

In Brenhill's reception room, Julian stared at the reading of the electronic clock on the wall, perhaps because he didn't know where to look.The rooms are large and empty, simply decorated and furnished, nothing special.Thirty-four minutes had passed since they entered, and Murat began whispering to the guards.Felicity sat upright, expressionless.Julian continued to count, and the minutes ticked off twice more, when out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of her standing up suddenly.

The emperor just walked in without warning, followed by several people.He quickly caught Yang's gaze.

The imperial people present did not disturb the sudden outbreak of reunion, but compared to the polite silence of Reinhardt, Hilde and others, Murat's reaction was more complicated.From Julian and others, of course he already knew the whole story, and it cannot be said that he was completely unprepared—but after all, this cannot be compared with witnessing it with his own eyes.

"Admiral Murat," Reinhardt tilted his head slightly, "welcome back."

Realizing his gaffe, Murat hurriedly bowed his knees and saluted, while the emperor sat down on the velvet chair beside him, and gave him a sharp look, "Admiral Murat, how are you doing with your affairs in Iserlohn?"

The three members of the Yang family who hastily sorted out their emotions also looked at him. Murat thought for a while and replied, "The truth I know is now standing in front of His Majesty. However, a few days ago, the minister did indeed have the coffin of Marshal Yang Weili. Condolences ahead."

Reinhardt's palm unconsciously grasped the armrest of the chair, and Yang avoided his sight, obviously unwilling to talk more.

"I... probably understand." The emperor slowly broke the silence, "All of this is related...Marshal Yang, is this why you can see Gilphiaes too?"

Hearing this, Murat looked astonished, and the countess signaled him to silence with her eyes.This short exchange was noticed by Reinhardt, and he immediately said, "Look, I am not talking nonsense and insane as you think. Facts are facts, and I can tell the difference."

"This subordinate didn't think..." Hilde was about to defend, but suddenly she changed her mind, and her eyes turned to Yang Weili, "If everything is related, Marshal Yang, then you and Marshal Mittermeier What happened that day, and the actions of Marshal Reinhardt..." She looked at Reinhardt, but did not continue.

"Yes." Yang nodded steadily, "Although I am not a god who resurrected from the dead, far from omniscient and omnipotent, according to my guess, there is a common reason for all of this. I told you," he looked at Reinhardt stepped forward slightly, "That's why I'm here. You see, I'm not cheating."

"You said you wanted to go..." Reinhardt tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers, Yang met his gaze and nodded slightly.Reinhard curled his lips and turned his head away, "Marshal Yang, as a guest of Brun Hill, you should arrange your own actions."

"Thanks...but I need to..."

"I will consider it." Reinhardt replied in a low voice.

***

"Mittermeier, I saw the frigate coming, and I guessed it was you—wait, listen to me—wait, I'm about to—fuck!"

Senkobu looked in surprise at the imperial marshal who rushed in, and he couldn't help but punched him with several fists.He quickly backed away to make room, so as not to hurt himself by mistake.Luo Yantar covered his head, stepped back several times, and managed to grab a table edge, so as not to fall to the ground without grace in front of others.But Mittermeier still didn't seem to give up, so Roenthal had no choice but to continue to dodge in a hurry.

"I totally understand your legitimate outrage, I'm really— can you hear me out—really, I was about to reply to your message—" Bang!Reoenthal bumped his head against the metal wall, and Senkobu couldn't help laughing, which attracted several supercilious glances from Reoenthal's subordinates.

"Mittermeier!" Roenthal saw a gap, grabbed a chair and threw it between himself and Mittermeier, "Enough is enough! Am I apologizing to you? Don't do this again. Blame me for fighting back!"

The little marshal kicked away the chair, his face still angry, "I'm afraid you will fight back? What else can't you do?"

"It's too ugly to say such a thing..." As soon as the words fell, Luo Yantar squatted down quickly, avoiding a metal plate thrown by Mittermeier.There was a sharp and piercing sound on the ground. "Why make your own flagship so ugly?" Roenthal tried to persuade while avoiding it.

But it’s okay not to say anything, Mittermeier was even angrier when he heard it. "You also know that this is my flagship? You also know?!"

Luo Yantar finally had nowhere to hide, facing Mittermeier in front of him, he had to hastily protect himself.The two marshals of the imperial army fought back and forth under the golden lion banner in the command room. Xiankobu, who had been watching the battle peacefully leaning against a pillar, couldn't help it when he saw the stalemate, "Mida Marshal Maiya, can you please stop for a while? Next—"

"Do you think I can't beat it?" Roenthal scolded angrily.

"What's none of your business again?" Mittermeier also angrily reprimanded.

Xiankobu had no choice but to swallow his anger. "It's an honor to witness the battle of the Imperial Army with my own eyes. I already feel very happy. How dare I disturb you. It's just—Marshal Mittermeier, can you tell me—"

"Yang Weili has already returned to Ulysses." Mittermeier didn't look back, and flew up with another kick.Rosenthal hugged his forearm, gritted his teeth and didn't cry out the pain.

Senkobu hurried forward a few steps. "Julian and the others have-"

"You can see for yourself, don't you know?" Mittermeier growled impatiently, "On my flagship, anyone can come and give me orders?"

"When did I give you an order?" Reoenthal muttered, "The bottle of wine last time, I think it's not as good as Mittermeier! Such a surprise attack would be demeaning!"

Mittermeier firmly held the back of Roenthal's neck and took a few breaths. He didn't speak, just paused for a few seconds, and then let go of his hand.He took a few steps back, and after he calmed down, he turned around and faced Xiankobu, "I can give you a space shuttle. Your Excellency Lieutenant General, Marshal Yang has already met with His Majesty. As far as I know, he should be back now. Enter Ulysses, the battleship brought by Lieutenant Julian of your army. Ulysses is currently moored near Brun Hill. As for the next step, I don’t know much about it. Lutz brought a full ship People came up and made a lot of noise..."

Senkob didn't have the time to listen carefully, he just left without lifting his feet out of politeness; at this time Roenthal finally got up from the table, brushed his hair a few times, and looked at his friend with the same sweaty hair hesitantly , "Your Majesty, he—"

"I'll take you to see His Majesty." Mittermeier explained briefly, and there was obviously no room for negotiation in his tone.

Rosenthal's expression changed, "I was going to reply you, I will go to Heinesen to take up my post as requested by His Majesty. Set off immediately."

"I'll take you to see His Majesty." Mittermeier repeated his anger.This time, Reuenthal didn't answer.

First, Cobb crossed his arms, glanced left and right, and then slipped out knowingly.

***

Reinhard twirled his fingers around his long hair a few times before standing up with the armrest of the chair. "You go out first," he said to Mittermeier and Hilde, "I need to have a private talk with Marshal Reuenthal." He stepped forward and stood in front of the elder Marshal of the Empire. The blue eyes are very clear.

The monarch and his subjects then paced to the large porthole of the study. Reinhard looked calm, but Reinhard had various thoughts in his heart. He didn't want to act like someone who had done something wrong Returning middle-school boy who doesn't want to be too cocky to irritate the young Emperor, can't pretend it's business as usual, and doesn't know where to start talking about his actions.The minister has no intention of harming His Majesty—Roenthal's belly manuscript originally started like this, but when the words came to his mouth, what he said was, "This piece of red has a strange beauty, what do you think, Your Majesty?"

Reinhardt didn't continue to look out of the window, but turned his head to look deeply at the red floating in the pair of blue and black pupils.Rosental lowered his head slightly, and turned sideways with some anxiety.Reinhardt still just looked at him calmly, "Roenthal, you should still remember that when you were standing here a few days ago, I asked you if you still remember Gilfies."

Luo Yantar didn't know why the emperor asked this question, so he simply nodded.

"This incident makes you think that my mind is not normal?"

Reuenthal knew that a simple denial would be too disrespectful. "It's human nature to miss old friends. It's also common sense that people can't come back to life after death." He said after deliberation.

Reinhardt sneered suddenly. "Oscar von Reuenthal, don't put on your polite and distant aristocratic posture, this is not a social occasion, and we can even forget about monarchs and ministers—" Reinhard raised his head suddenly, Reinha Te still stood upright in front of the window, "We can have an open and honest talk. I didn't finish what I said that day, there is no other reason, just upset. Maybe I should tell you then," he tilted his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised "Gilfies said, you will betray me." The emperor's voice was clear, even with a little unconscious provocation.

Reinhard's mouth was dry, and after thinking quietly for a while, he realized that Reinhardt used the future tense.He did not answer, waiting for the emperor to speak.

"I think Mittermeier is right. You did not do what you are doing now. Gilfies just said that this is just one of thousands of possibilities."

In the empty cabin, the emperor and the marshal stood facing each other, silently staring at each other.It can be seen through the porthole that the eerie red color seems to be rolling.

"Gilfies said that this possibility does exist. In a certain universe, you will try to end my life, but in the end you fail, and you lose everything, including your own life. But Gilfies Said, there is also a possibility, that is, you succeeded, and the one who lost his life was me."

Reinhardt calmed down at this moment, and he also replied in an understated tone like Reinhardt's, "Then how does His Majesty plan to deal with this possibility?"

"I want to know what you think."

Reuenthal thought for a while and decided to throw the question back. "Your Majesty believes in this hypothesis?"

"The natural laws we are familiar with have changed. Haven't you noticed it during this period of time, Reinhardt?" Reinhardt's tone suddenly became cold and unquestionable, "I don't take this Think of it as a hypothesis, but a future time and space that may come."

"Maybe?" Luo Yantar immediately took over the words, "I thought that His Majesty had already condemned the lower official to death."

Reinhardt glanced at him, then turned sideways to face out the window again. "I don't intend to make the decision for you, it's your burden, I don't have to grab it." He stretched out his hand to caress the reddish glass, "A person is the sum of all his past, how to weigh the decision is up to you. "

Rosenthal was a little puzzled. "So what His Majesty means is just to alert the lower officials?"

"It's Gilfies' meaning." Reinhardt's finger stroked towards the red light source shrouded in mist in the distance, "Gilfies said, I have no way to go back, and for the shadow behind me, I have to go further go forward."

Reinhard leaned close to the porthole and looked seriously at Reinhardt's face, "I don't understand."

The emperor thought for a moment, turned his back and left the porthole and walked to his seat. Luo Yantar heard his cold voice, "I have already paid the price for making decisions about good or bad things that may happen. You don't have to do this Looking at me," Reinhardt turned his head and seemed to feel Roenthal's gaze, "I mean Westerland. You all know that this is my knot, so you all keep silent. But I I don't intend to make this a taboo that you can't even mention the name. Besides, you have seen it, haven't you? It's really embarrassing to say that what a person thinks when he dreams back at midnight should only belong to himself, Being magnified tens of thousands of times like this and showing it brightly in front of people, it really... really shouldn't be..." Reinhardt's voice lowered.

"So," Luo Yantar interrupted the silence softly, "Your Majesty doesn't intend to pursue this... such, possibility in this subject, right?"

"That's your burden." Reinhard stared at him, "I'm going to overcome this possibility. Power corrupts people's hearts. But I can be different. Do you understand, I have the courage to say this. I paid the price, I sit on the throne, and therefore I must bear the corresponding burden. Similarly, your burden, don't take the initiative to put it on me, I have no obligation to be an excuse for you to excuse yourself. You hope that the object of your loyalty is a perfect person , the perfect monarch, but that is what you need, not mine." Reinhard stopped, his eyes cold, "Marshal Luo Yantar, I also hope to see your courage."

The air was warm, red light spots floated on the smooth ground, and a figure suddenly flickered, and it was Luo Yantar who knelt down. "Yes, my emperor."

Reinhardt turned his face away, and slowly walked a few steps towards the light red light. "There is no need to be so formal," his tone became softer, "it is not easy for anyone to fight with oneself. I think you have also gone through a difficult time, you won, you did it, so now you will Stand before me... go to rest, Marshal Reuenthal, and get a good night's sleep."

***

Enter Ulysses, a little celebration is going on.When Senkobu was connected to board the ship, Attenborough, who was forcibly "invited" by Pobran to attend the meeting, was sighing on the stereo phone, "Why do I always miss every big scene?" The video of the commander of the squadron looked dissatisfied To the Knockdown King, "But you can always join in the fun?"

The pilot rolled his eyelids and pretended to think for a while. "Maybe it's because I lifted up the skirt of Goddess of Fate and accidentally saw this beautiful woman's underpants? ——Ah, Lieutenant General Senkob! You are still alive!" He yelled, attracting people in the restaurant People looked sideways.

"Unfortunately, I happened to remember that the wine hadn't been drained yet, so I had to join in the fun." Sencob firmly grabbed the bottle from Pobran's hand, and walked across the crowd to the other side of the hall amidst his protest. "—Do you need a cane for your Excellency?"——Pobran shouted from behind, but Cobb only raised his middle finger backwards and ignored him.He was in a good mood now, and snatched two cups from another table along the way.

The black-haired admiral standing in the corner was talking to Julian. He had obviously washed and tidied up, and looked more energetic than usual.He had already been notified when the space shuttle entered the vacuum cabin, and now he just smiled lightly, reaching out to take the wine glass that Cobb handed over.

"I didn't find any ice cubes." The brown-haired lieutenant general shrugged and raised the cup in his hand to Yang Weili, "I didn't find black tea either."

"Anyway, I've already been stuffed with black tea." Yang also raised his cup, pretending not to see Julian's gaze.

Zenkob wanted to ask a few more questions, but then he looked up and saw Felicia walking towards him holding an electronic screen.Yang had been prepared, so he took it and stroked it a few times, then shook his head and handed it back to Felicity, "I don't understand. Let's pass it back to Iserlohn."

"I just contacted Lieutenant General Kaguelun, and the cruiser can set off immediately. Why don't you just transfer the information to the ship, so you can use the time on the road."

Yang nodded in agreement, and after Ferrietri went out again in a hurry, he discussed with Julian about the return of the fleet to Hong Kong.The obedient meaning was that Yang had already spoken to Attenborough before, and the commander of the squadron seemed to be against it. Yang obviously did not intend to let Ulysses return at this moment.

Sencob didn't like the feeling of being out of it.But he didn't ask too much, just stood there sullenly, drinking in silence, until Julian asked his opinion with some embarrassment. "Lieutenant General Xiankobu and Major General Attenborough want to keep at least one formation of ships to protect Ulysses, but I think that if it is time for a fleet battle, this formation will be in front of most of the Imperial Army's space fleet. , is not worth mentioning at all, and if it is not needed, why let your formation stay in the opponent's camp in vain, one thing more is worse than one thing less."

Yang Zan nodded, and first Cobb raised his chin and glanced at him, "Can someone please explain to me first, is the emperor not letting Ulysses leave?"

Julian looked surprised. "Doesn't Lieutenant General Senkob know? Ulysses is staying here for the task of detecting the sirens. The emperor agreed to provide everything he needs, and he will also involve scientists from the empire... They just sent the message. Lieutenant Colonel Greenhill should have sent our data by this time..."

Now it was Xian Koub's turn to look surprised, he put down his glass heavily, and was about to say something when Yang suddenly cleared his throat. "Julian, go and tell Attenborough your decision, don't use my name, remember, you are the commander now. Just let me have a few days of leisure." Then he tilted his head, "Xian Kou Lieutenant General Bu, do you need me to accompany you to the medical room?"

"That injury has healed already..." Cobb understood as soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, "Uh, I mean, thank you."

Yang rolled his eyes in a less obvious way.The two left the noisy restaurant immediately, and when they reached the quieter aisle, Cobb immediately grabbed him, "What's going on?"

"Didn't Julian say it just now? Reinhard finally... finally believed me... I will go to the siren, that's all. Now, you know what happened, don't tell me again There's no point in going. It's pretty much the only option."

"No." Xian Cobb shook his head, "There are still parts that I didn't tell me. I just glanced at it, and what Lieutenant Colonel Greenhill gave you is a piece of physical examination data. If you guess correctly, it's your own Yes. And why?"

Yang Weili had no choice but to push him into the medical room ahead, and closed the door tightly.

"The siren may be radioactive." Yang hurriedly pressed his finger to his lips to signal Cobb to lower his voice, "but right now we can't say anything for sure, and we can't detect specific elements, so I don't want to say more."

Koub was stunned for a while, walked back and forth in the room for a few steps, then touched his chin and said slowly, "But we have all been close to it before, and we didn't detect the radiation."

"We only brought the equipment of the battleship, and we were dealing with the known situation. Have you forgotten that at that time, we suddenly encountered Mittermeier's fleet, and there was no time to do anything." Yang sat down, "I also just got You know, it turned out that Emperor Reinhard had some signs of illness before, but because he couldn't find out the cause, he didn't know how to treat it. After Admiral Lutz received the news that the emperor was critically ill, he began to bring the top medical team over , Because the matter was urgent and there was no time to screen, he simply brought most of the Imperial Academy of Sciences into the jump... Speaking of which, it was both a coincidence and luck."

"Lucky?"

"It happened to study some atomic isotopes... I don't know the technical details, but when the scientists of the empire reported to the emperor, they said that the energy field here is special, and the dust belt formed around it is related to the overflowing electron wind. But this kind of radioactivity does not Not the kind we used to know..."

"Is it harmful to the human body?" Xianqob interrupted.

Yang Weili stopped for a while, and quietly looked away. "My words, there is no problem... I can go there. I can't detect any changes on my body."

Cobb grabbed the edge of the table firmly, leaned against it for a while, and could only smile wryly, "No? I think your hair has grown longer."

Yang hesitated and patted his head a few times, "No way? My hair...will not grow..."

Xian Koub suddenly took two steps forward, pulled Yang up and walked to the sink.The lights around the mirror automatically turned on, and both of them looked at themselves in the mirror in the clear white light.Xian Kou Bu let go of Yang's wrist, bent his arm upwards, and wrapped Yang's neck in the air, and touched the hair behind his ear with his fingertips. "It has indeed become longer." Senkob looked at the calm and clear black eyes in the mirror.

Yang raised his head slightly, "Nothing about me will change."

"Is this a statement, or... a promise?"

Yang stayed for a while, then lowered his head, loosely grasped the arm of Xiankobu hovering in front of him, slowly pulled it down, and after letting go, he turned half sideways and walked away from the mirror.Senkob continued to stand where he was, but did not wait for Yang's answer.He had to give up. "When are you going?" He sat down opposite Yang.

"When our scientific research team arrives, the two sides will work out a specific plan together. You heard just now, and Frederick said that they have already set off from Iserlohn. I think it will only be two or three days later."

"Then I'll look at the information given by the empire in the past few days..."

Yang glanced at him, "No way." After speaking, he softened his tone a little, "Sir Kob, sirens are not dangerous."

"Not dangerous?" Senkob raised his voice, "Pretend I didn't see—"

"Yes, you didn't see it, neither of us." Yang Chensheng interrupted, "Listen to me, Cobb first, I know what I'm doing, and I know what I can do. You can't be unclear, like It is unnecessary and useless self-sacrifice, which is not to my taste at all, and I have no interest in self-impression at all." He paused until Xian Cobb nodded in agreement with his lips curled reluctantly, Then he continued, "You don't have to believe it, because I'm just guessing until I get more accurate scientific research results. I really think that sirens are not dangerous, because what we see and feel right now, other than us Self, nothing else. What the Sirens give back to us is only what we have, not something beyond imagination."

"It's not convincing." Xiankobu commented mercilessly, "This uninvited star itself is an existence beyond imagination."

"Exactly." Yang Weili glared at him. "In the long run, this thing will consume our lives. If a person has to face ghosts every day, it's even better if the world is full of Trunicht. Uh... ..." Yang himself frowned at this point, "This, this... is just a rhetorical technique, I don't really want to say...you understand..." Cobb nodded sympathetically to express his understanding, " Worse than the worst." "—That's right!" Yang slapped the table lightly, and then sighed, "I think the sirens don't understand, we don't want to let out shadow."

The officer sitting opposite turned his head sideways, with a few ambiguous lights flashing in his eyes, as if he was aroused by these words. "Then," he collected his mind after a while, and spoke again, flicking his bony fingers rhythmically on the table, "The mushroom cloud we saw is actually..."

With the backlight turned on, Yang Weili clicked on the display screen on the desktop, found a video, and explained the inside story he had learned in a simple way.Xian Cobb looked at the picture, silent.

"Do you still think the siren is dangerous? No, it's just ignorance, a mirror of ignorance. We're the more dangerous kind."

Sencob looked at him warily, "Us?"

"Soldier." Yang Weili responded lightly, waving his hand to retract the video into the screen, "a person whose vocation is to kill." Yang leaned back on the chair with a little tiredness, and closed his eyes slightly until he noticed that Xiankobu He got up and left the seat opposite, went around and sat on the edge of the table, looking at himself intently. "What's wrong?"

"Having said that, I'm afraid you will never be able to do it. However, I don't think it's a bad thing."

Yang forced a smile, "Speaking of which, the admiral Gilfies also asked me a similar question. He asked me what I would do if it were me. At that time I pretended not to fully understand what he said. This matter, It is better to leave it to the historians of later generations to evaluate, I am already a soldier, and I have lost the qualification to evaluate."

"The subordinate officer who is also a soldier wants to express his objection, and I will never give up my qualification for evaluation." Xian Kobu retorted calmly, "In the eyes of the subordinate officer, Your Excellency has allowed more people to survive. Especially For the average soldier, there is nothing more important than that."

Yang leaned back in his chair again, slightly closing his eyes. "But why did you survive? Maybe it's to die more effectively." Yang's voice was very soft, and Cobb saw his Adam's apple twitch suddenly. "I didn't let more people survive, but only delayed the time of death. If my combat record continues, at a certain point in the future, I can only send them to die. This, it seems that there is an official Say? Well, necessary battle attrition, right? That’s what it’s called? You see, one of the tasks of a commander is to choose when and where to kill whom.”

"It's sad to hear such a harsh comment, and you seem to be... off topic?"

"Of course I understand what you mean." Yang opened his eyes and looked at Xian Kobu calmly, "Yes, there is a difference between combat casualties and killings, and ignoring this difference is somewhat deliberate and hypocritical, but in essence However, the core of the art of war is still how to kill more efficiently. Simply put, if you lack the decisiveness to destroy, no matter how wonderful the battle layout is, it is useless. Yes, on the battlefield, you need to respond flexibly and more It is good to preserve and integrate the existing strength of one's own side, but what is the root of everything is the final blow, the destructive artillery fire of Thor's Hammer. There are successful soldiers and failed soldiers, smart soldiers and stupid soldiers, honest soldiers And despicable soldiers, but war itself has never been a good-looking gesture. No matter how elegant a butcher is, he is also a butcher." He stopped suddenly, then shook his head and smiled to himself, "Yes, I did digress."

But there was a playful look on Xiankobu's face. "Yang, I suddenly thought," he smiled and approached, "If, if we return to Bamilion at this time, will you still make the same choice?" Yang was stunned, stuck out his tongue, "Xian Kou Lieutenant General Bu, who is the sharper..." "Sharp? I can fully imagine your standard answer," the lieutenant general jokingly curled one corner of his mouth, "'Bamilian's decision is not about individuals, but about democracy It's your job to keep soldiers down.' Right?"

He got a little smile. "That's right, and it's not right." Yang rubbed the back of his neck and sat up a little bit more straight. "It's not true that Barnley's matter has nothing to do with personal evaluation and wishes. In other words, Barnley is both about It’s not about ourselves. Our admiration for our opponents is also buried in our affirmation of ourselves.” He also raised the corner of his mouth at Cobb, “For example, Lieutenant General, for a respectable opponent, no Can't watch him go to a self-destructive end?"

"Yes, it's hard to find an equal opponent in the world." Xiankobu agreed, "If I were far away, if I knew that my opponent had fallen, I would definitely toast him." After finishing speaking, he shook slightly Shaking his head, "But this is too far-fetched, let's look at the problem at hand. Yang, if, as you said, the siren's dangerous behavior is actually rooted in our duty to kill, then I will I can only be harsh...Yang, what about yourself? What will you see when you get close to the siren?" He focused on observing the calm and gentle face of his boss, leaning forward with his upper body propped on the edge of the table, "Yang, do you want to What do you want?"

Yang leaned back on the chair motionless, and raised his head to meet Senkob's piercing gaze. "Hmm..." He blinked, "Speaking of the time in Bamilion..." "Your Excellency's skill in changing the subject is still too clumsy..." "I didn't... That's right, Cobb... At that time , I'm actually happy because of the ease. All that I just said aside, for myself, I'm glad to be relieved of responsibility for the destruction. It's like... like of all the accolades I've gotten, I'm by far the best Accepted, or Al Fasil..."

"Oh?" Sencob raised his eyebrows.

"You know I don't like heroes, and I don't like the cliché of heroism. A slightly better situation is that even if you can only be a hero, it's a hero who saves people instead of killing people." Yang shrugged, "Compared to other In the current situation, Al Fasil is a more satisfactory starting point. That's about it."

Xian Kobu frowned, as if he was in deep thought, but Yang Weili suddenly pushed him away and stood up, putting his hands on the edge of the table and approaching him jokingly. "Lieutenant General Xiankobu has been too kind and gentle recently. I have almost forgotten your mean nature. This is an undeserved mistake. Stop pressing me every step of the way. It's my turn." , I really want to ask, what did Lieutenant General Cobb see and what does he want?"

He found that the panic in the other party's eyes was fleeting.Xian Koub straightened up slowly, and leaned close to Yang's cheek. "Your Excellency want to know?" Sencob whispered in his ear.Yang listened to his heartbeat, felt heavy breathing on the back of his neck, suddenly felt a little nervous, and his mind was in a mess.He was about to answer, but the warmth on the back of his neck slowly dissipated. "Your Excellency won't want to know." Sencobb backed away from the table, turning his back.

Yang didn't want to admit that he felt somewhat disappointed for no reason.

After a strange silence, he collected his emotions and turned to go out.Xian Koub saw in the mirror that Yang who had already walked to the door stopped. "You haven't recuperated properly in the past few days, have you? Let me tell you, prepare a sleeping cabin for you..."

"You should go to rest too." Cobb looked in the mirror.

"Did I tell you that?" Yang turned slightly, "Actually, I don't need it."

Senkob walked over and opened the door for the black-haired admiral. "Facts? Maybe you don't need so many facts. Yang, go to rest, whether he needs it or not. Go to sleep and have a good dream."

Yang pursed his lips and looked at him for a while, "That's good... I wish you a sweet dream too."

tbc.