Chapter 302

Salmu's face was gloomy, and anger was rolling in his eyes. He was angry, hated, anxious, and innocent. The Rector Navy has provoked someone. Didn't he just come to do some battlefield support at the request of Governor Roger? Work. In the final analysis, the main force of the attack is still the government army. Even if the rebels want to make trouble, they should go to Melville and Roger Flett. Why are they angry with the navy?

Two reconnaissance satellites kz-78 and kz-56 were damaged, 240 of them, and only one of the "Thunder Wings" of the two brigades came back. How could he afford such a big loss.

A disaster without reason, this is a disaster without reason at all, who do you want him to talk to for reasoning...

"Colonel, how are you? Are you still fighting? The laser platform is still..."

The staff officer only spoke halfway, and Salmu over there became annoyed: "Luo Saha, you idiot, fight? What do you use to fight? The enemy has already kept their hands, and you still go to provoke them. If you live enough, don't fight!" I'm going into the water."

"The enemy... keep your hands? How do you say that?" another goatee staff officer asked.

Salmu took a deep breath: "I don't need to tell you the combat effectiveness of the enemy fighters. Since they have ground-to-air weapons, why don't they send all the fighters to space? Why only send 15 fighters, why do they target Quasi kz-56, kz-78 two reconnaissance satellites. Instead of laser weapon platform, missile system platform, or even 'archangel'? Have you thought about these?"

"Isn't it kz-78, isn't kz-56 the closest to the atmosphere?" Rosaha nodded smugly: "The laser platform, the missile platform, and the 'Archangel' all have powerful close-in defense systems. With them..."

"You fart!" Before he could finish speaking, Salmu interrupted him with a yell: "If they send out more than 40 fighters and attack the 'Archangel' regardless of losses, do you think we have the ability to keep it?" Archangel'?"

Rosaha was silent. Another staff officer pondered, "Do you want to request the support of the garrison fleet?"

This time without waiting for Salmu to speak, the goatee shook his head: "After destroying our fighter plane, the enemy did not pursue it. If they intend to kill us, how can they miss such a good opportunity. I'm afraid..."

"Afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid they just want to show us off!"

"Get off the horse?" Luo Saha was stunned.

"Yes, get off your horse." It was Salmu who answered. Governor Roger planned a "knock on the mountain to shake the tiger". But the enemy turned back and slapped the government. Rector's army can be said to have lost his wife and lost his army this time.

Not only was her face swollen, but her chrysanthemum was also mutilated.

"So... the rebels aren't going to fight us to the death?" Luo Saha blinked and looked puzzled.

"It shouldn't be wrong. The reason why they targeted the two reconnaissance satellites kz-56 and kz-78 must be that they hate being watched by people in every move. Give us a warning and let us not meddle in our own business. Reconnaissance satellites It's just a cheap product, the 'Archangel' is an important combat unit of the navy, they didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, they just didn't want to push us too hard, so as not to drag the Rector navy fleet into the whirlpool of war."

Salmu cast his eyes on the "Thunder Wings" that was getting farther and farther away on the big screen: "If my inference is correct, this war may end soon."

"End? We have suffered such a big loss, and it is over if we say it is over?"

The goatee gave him a white look: "Continue to fight? Until Rector's army is wiped out? Are you as stupid as you are Governor Roger?"

"Should we just let them be arrogant?" Luo Saha tried to be brave.

Salmu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned his head to scan the damage control unit. I happened to see the news that the electromagnetic storm subsided and the wireless network returned to normal. Immediately, his face straightened, and he shouted towards the equipment pool downstairs: "Liaison officer. Edit all the battle images and send them to the ground command. By the way, tell Melville that we can only help him get here."

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When the data gathered by the space command branch was transmitted back to the ground through the laser communication network, Waters who received the Salmu telegram directly threw a cup of steaming coffee on the ground: "That turtle with a shrunken head in Salmu is simply Short-sighted!"

Melville was silent, just puffing on his stuffy cigarette. Any era, any country, between different sectors. Sincere cooperation can never be achieved. The capital military region has almost wiped out half of its troops, and Salmu only lost two reconnaissance satellites. 240 "Thunder Wings", such battle damage is just a drop in the bucket for the Space Navy.

"Where is the Mountain Ghost Commando? Where is the Mountain Ghost Commando?" Waters resembled a wounded beast. The roar was full of sadness and pain.

In the ten minutes since the establishment of the laser communication network, all the news from the front line was bad news, except for dead people or defeat, or messages for help. The "knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger" operation failed, and the defeat was complete. Right now, the only hope for the government army is to ambush the mountain ghost commando team in the underground waterway, preparing to raid the research institute after the battle begins.

The correspondent shook his head in frustration: "There is still no response..."

"What about the investigators sent to investigate?"

"nor."

"*!*!*!" Cursing three times in a row, Waters seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and slumped back to the sofa with a "poof".

He looked up and scanned the image of the explosion of the "kz-78" satellite, his eyes gradually turned cold: "Just launch a dense missile attack on the research institute and kill those rebels."

Melville remained silent, puffing on a dull cigarette.

At this moment, his brain almost lost the ability to think, and his thick lips opened and closed. If you get close enough, you can hear a faint mosquito whisper: "My mountain ghost commando...my mountain ghost..."

Intensive missile attacks can indeed blow up the institute, but what about Professor Faraday? Would Governor Roger allow him to do this? Had Lord Lancelot known of this, he would have been flayed.

"Tang Fang, Tang Fang...Damn you! If I see you, I will shoot you in the head with one shot, so as to eliminate the hatred in my heart."

Just when Melville was lost and Waters cursed secretly, suddenly. There was a flash of light on the communication screen, and an Asian youth with a faint smile appeared in front of everyone: "Hey, good morning everyone."

"Colonel Waters. Did you just say you were going to shoot me in the head?"

This... this... what's going on? The more than 30 people in the headquarters were all stunned, and some officers looked at each other in blank dismay. "Who is this person? How could it suddenly appear on the screen of the communication device?"

"Don Fang? It's you." Waters pinched his fingers. Melville also stood up from the sofa and stared at the guy on the screen who he wanted to eat and sleep on.

"Communication officer, what are you doing? Why is he here? How did he appear here!" Waters was furious.

Melville gave him a hand: "Listen to what he has to say first."

"Appoint a place, an appointment time, how about we sit down and chat?" Tang Fang said with a smile on the communication screen.

"Sit down and... chat?" Waters' lungs exploded with rage. This kid's troops almost disabled an army in the Capital Military Region. The two sides are already sworn enemies, chatting? What the hell are we talking about? This is a provocation, definitely a provocation.

"Bastard, I will definitely kill you!" As noble as Colonel Waters, he couldn't help but burst out. He felt that he was being tricked. All the generals on his side racked their brains and tried their best to fight a war with 20 points of energy. That guy was so calm, as if he and the others were monkeys jumping up and down in the zoo. . But he is a tourist outside the cage who whistles and throws bananas.

Melville was equally full of resentment. However, compared to Waters, self-control is still much stronger: "Okay, time, place, character."

"Melville!" Waters turned his head, his eyes wide open.

"Waters, calm down, the safety of Professor Faraday is the top priority. Don't blame me for not reminding you, if the professor is ill because of you. Duke Yadan will definitely send you there without hesitation." Celtic'."

Upon hearing this, Waters was like a deflated ball. Momentarily sluggish. If it is true that the Rector government handled it properly, Faraday died. In order to get rid of the crime, Duke Yadan will definitely find a scapegoat. He Waters finally waited until Dunbar Taylor lost power, but he couldn't ruin his great future just because of a moment of anger.

Seeing that the newly-appointed commander of the capital military region calmed down his restlessness, Tang Fang nodded and said, "At noon, it's 15km south of the research institute."

"Okay, see you soon." Melville said through gritted teeth, and then disconnected the communication.

Right now, Waters is like a ferocious beast that chooses and devours people. His eyes are bloodshot. The troops of more than 20,000 people are almost wiped out in just half an hour. What's the matter! He has been in the army for more than 30 years, and this is the first time he has been so useless.

Melville was in a different state of mind from him, as if the battle just now had wiped out all his self-confidence, and also worn away what little vigor he had left. Now he has dim eyes and a sallow complexion, giving people a sense of A feeling of haggard, dying.

As a nobleman who has just turned 50, in just half an hour, he seems to have aged 20 years.

Waters has a reckless temper, sloppy things, and plays some self-righteous cleverness from time to time. Although such a person is not good enough to take on great responsibilities, he is better than a rough line, a tendon, and will not be slumped by a temporary blow.

Melville was different. He devoted a lot of time, painstaking efforts, hopes, and even emotions to the Mountain Ghost Commando. The Mountain Ghost Commando is his pride, a pride that belongs only to him. In terms of combat effectiveness, a squadron of 72 mountain ghost commandos is as effective as two mechanized infantry battalions of an ordinary armored division, and is only a hair's breadth away from the Empire's most sharp "Blood Wolf" warriors.

However, after this battle, the glory is no longer, and the pride is no longer. That guy named Tang Fang not only wiped out his troops, but also his confidence, courage, and dignity as a general.

Melville is not a qualified nobleman, but a responsible army general. In the eyes of people like Waters, the army is just a tool to ensure that he and his noble colleagues are pampered and extravagant. Soldiers can be recruited after death, and equipment can be broken Can be rebuilt.

After all, the so-called civilians are just a group of government-raised reproductive machines, not much different from cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs. It's nothing more than a difference in the form of use. Cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs are domestic animals used to eat and satisfy their hunger, while civilians are slaves used to exploit, bully, and enslave, of course. If they have a beautiful daughter, they can also use it to satisfy the crotch desires of officials and noble gentlemen. After all, in such a social environment. Men are scarce, and rich people marry three wives and four concubines. Not only can it help them improve their lives, but it can also promote social harmony and political stability.

Therefore, nobles are indispensable, benefiting the country and the people, and contributing to social development and progress. In the words of some experts and scholars with a huge "loyalty" printed on their heads, the quality of the common people in Mengya is still low, and there must be some people to lead them forward. Only in this way can the long-term stability of the society be guaranteed, and the so-called "some people" are the nobles, high-ranking officials, and of course, their heirs who can call the wind and rain in the political arena of the empire, turn beans into soldiers, and cover clouds with grenades.

In the eyes of people like Waters, as long as Monya does not fall and the glory of "Celtic" spreads everywhere, the class game will continue from generation to generation, and slaves will remain slaves forever. The king will always be king.

Unlike Waters, Melville is more like a swordsman, and he crafted the mountain ghost commando. A sharp green edge that is often wiped and polished.

The sword is with the people, and the sword is dead, and this is the spirit of the swordsman, and it is also Melville's way of governing the army. Now, his sword was broken, and his heart of being a general also disappeared along with it.

"Liaison officer, report the result of this battle to Governor Roger." He ordered listlessly. Melville sat back on the sofa and took another cigarette out of the pack. Light the fire and inhale one mouthful at a time.

Just a few minutes of effort. There was a thick layer of cigarette butts on the ground...

...

Quentin Island, the west area of ​​Sulawia Palace, in a medieval Victorian-style bedroom.

The crystal chandelier casts soft light on the exquisite carpet, the antique cabinets are piled with brightly colored silver ornaments, the warm and cool colors complement each other on the milky white walls, and the whole room is filled with the scent of tulips. Fufu strong fragrance.

The morning sun shines on the bed through the silk window screen, giving off a lazy smell.

There is no doubt that this is a luxuriously styled room full of nobility. The owner of the room should be an aristocrat, elegant and proud, with a pink-white neck raised high like a white swan.

The beautiful maids of the Sulawiya Palace generally don't clean this room in the morning, because Viscount Roger hates people disturbing his rest, even if it is a beautiful woman.

Today is different from usual, His Excellency Governor woke up very early, not because he was concerned about the front line, but because there was a woman lying on his bed, a middle-aged beautiful woman in her 40s, but still charming and flirtatious.

Not many people in Rector's aristocratic circle don't know about the affair between the noble Viscount Roger and the lady Kunna Austin. It's just that everyone knows it.

Elegance is used to describe aristocratic behavior, while corruption is used to describe aristocratic life.

The son cheated on Laozi's concubine, Laozi cheated on his daughter-in-law's maid, and the old woman seduced a burly groom... All of these, sex and lust have always been the themes of aristocratic life. When wealth is at your fingertips, then only women are left to pursue. As an aristocrat and a celebrity, his taste is naturally far heavier than that of a commoner, and his tricks are more complicated.

At this moment, Lord Viscount did not press on the female director's belly to whip the horse, nor did he stretch his body, lying on the soft and warm bed and allowing the woman to gallop freely.

He turned sideways, with his whole head buried in Kunna Austin's chest that had undergone special orthopedic surgery, with a little pink in his mouth, sucking something vigorously.

Gudong, Gudong...

"My dear son, is mother's milk fragrant?"

"Xiang..." His Excellency the governor replied in a childlike voice, as obediently as a baby.

Kunna Austin touched his face dotingly, and adjusted the ruffled baby hat on the governor's head, giggled and said, "My dear son, eat quickly, the sun is out, and mother is going to get up to work. "

"No, no..." The Governor-General acted coquettishly, and the milk spewed out was spilled everywhere. On the bed, on the face, on the bedding...

Snapped!

The female bureau chief slapped the governor's white butt hard: "Naughty again!"

The governor twisted his buttocks, pouted: "Mom, it's hard..."

"Hehe, hehe, dear son, come on, let Mom take a look..." The woman affectionately kissed Roger Philett's face, and touched her delicate and slender right hand downward.

Lord Lancelot is a dirty and obscene homosexual, and Viscount Roger is a close relative. Rumors like this are well known in Rector. But who would have thought that Viscount Roger is not only a product of close relatives, but also an extremely perverted Oedipus complex.

"Do you want it to come out?" Kunna Austin said with a smile, there was no obscenity or disgust in her eyes, only the real and touching maternal brilliance.

"En." The governor looked up at her and nodded shyly.

Kunna leaned close to his ear, bit her earlobe lightly, and asked softly, "What method do you want mom to use?"

The governor did not speak, but slowly lowered his right hand, scraped across his chest, across his smooth abdomen, meandering all the way, and continued downward.

"Eat, eat, eat..." Kunna Austin giggled for a while, then straightened Viscount Roger's body, got on the horse, and was about to help the dragon into the cave. At this moment, a red light flashed on the frame of the mirror across the room, and a mail icon appeared in the center of the mirror.

The governor slowly opened his eyes, the shame on his face receded, his expression changed from frivolous to serious, and he slowly straightened up, walked to the opposite mirror naked, and clicked on the mail icon. (to be continued)