Chapter 66 Regret? Burden? No One Knows!

Jason returned to the study, raised his hand and picked up the phone.

After McCall's settings, only a few calls he entered can come in on this phone, so there's no need to worry about what kind of advertising it is.

"Jason, it's so well written, it's as if you didn't write it!"

Before the phone was put to his ear, the editor LaVine shouted, and when Jason put the phone to his ear, the editor's words sounded like a barrage of cannons.

"No need for modification."

"The process has been completed, and we will publish it immediately!"

"This book deserves a push!"

Lavin, who spoke very fast, spoke for a full minute before stopping.

What can Jason answer?

One of his writers who used the 'mind transfer writing method' could only keep smiling.

"OK, thanks."

Jason replied.

"It's over, I'll contact you again, and... Forget it, how could 'Ship Slayer' be the author of your house."

After speaking, LaVine hung up the phone.

As for what was said before?

With 'Ship Cutter' as the key word, Jason could easily guess something.

Or, to be precise, Jason did it on purpose.

He did not hide his name.

He didn't even hide his appearance.

Because... he's worried about book sales.

The main task is: within 120 days, sell at least 100,000 new books, and there is a restriction that "must be purchased voluntarily by others, and one person only counts as one".

Even if Jason didn't know about book sales in this world at first, he was well aware of how difficult it would be to get to that level.

And after knowing?

Jason knew even more clearly that it was far more difficult than he thought.

Not just restrictions.

There is still time!

From publication to listing, a book needs a review cycle. The length of this cycle needs to be adjusted by all parties. It takes one or two months for a faster one. A slower one? All are calculated on an annual basis.

Unless there are some special circumstances.

Coincidentally, he is a special case--

Drag the draft.

Solemnly declare that procrastination is not a good habit!

Letting a group of people wait for him is definitely not what Jason would like to see.

He didn't want to either.

But after the manuscript was sent out, the people who had been waiting for a long time burst out at a speed that Jason could not have imagined.

In Jason's estimation, LaVine's call should come in another month at night!

And he needs to use his special identity and fame to speed up this process, and at the same time to gain more curious people to buy this book.

However, it is not needed now.

An extra month is naturally the best for Jason.

"100 days, 100,000 copies sold!"

Jason took a deep breath and thought about this goal silently.

He thought it should be possible.

Maybe a little difficult.

But not too big.

Of course, in order to complete this task better and faster, he will 'cooperate' with the publicity, and be alert to accidents.

Example: Alien Invasion!

To buy a book, of course, someone needs to do it.

If all the people on the ground were slaughtered by aliens, how would his mission be accomplished?

Thinking of this, Jason picked up the phone again, and he wanted to ask Cortana about the current situation of the "Sabi Star".

"Hello,

Sergeant. "

The voice was not Konata, but a male voice.

A little familiar, it should be one of the two soldiers by Cortana's side.

"You are?"

Jason confirmed the identity of the other party.

"Master Chief, I'm Crowe."

"Sir Cortana is attending an important meeting. I will tell Cortana truthfully after the meeting is over."

After the other party revealed his identity, he said this.

"OK."

Jason nodded.

He did not ask the other party what the meeting was.

With the habit of coming from the other side's army, it is impossible to tell him this.

Just wait quietly.

But beyond Jason's expectations, the wait was much longer than expected.

The next afternoon, with the sound of the helicopter's propellers, the three John, who were practicing the sword skills and the seal of 'Silver Glory', stopped in the courtyard. They put their swords aside and watched the slowly descending helicopter. airplane.

In other words, their eyes all turned to the container hanging under the helicopter.

They were guessing what was inside the container.

boom!

With a heavy muffled sound, the helicopter landed only after the container landed outside the courtyard.

Cortana jumped out of the plane.

"Hi Cortana."

McCall greeted with a smile.

"Good afternoon, McCall, and John and Brian."

Konata responded with a smile.

However, there was a sense of exhaustion in his expression.

"Where's the Master Chief?"

Cortana asked.

"Reading in the living room, you just go in directly."

After a few contacts, Cortana can be regarded as a 'half of her own'. As long as the core of the 'fortress' is not touched, the three of John will not stop her.

After nodding at the three of John, Cortana pushed the door and walked into the ground building of the 'fortress'.

When the helicopter landed, Jason put down the "Summary of Ground History" in his hand, got up and poured a cup of espresso for Cortana.

He was very grateful to the female adjutant.

If there is no other party, he estimates that the main mission this time will fail with a high probability.

And this was the last thing he wanted to see.

Although the notes don't say what happens if they fail.

But Jason instinctively felt that it was definitely not something he was willing to bear.

"Good afternoon, Master Chief."

After entering the room, Cortana greeted Jason.

It seems to be the same as usual, but Jason's extraordinary perception is keen to find that Konata's tone is a little cold, and then he doesn't even glance at the coffee on the table, he said in a formulaic manner: "Master Chief, your enhanced elite type The Thor's Hammer armor has arrived, please sign for it, and enter your fingerprints and voice."

Saying that, Cortana took out a price similar to a car key, and placed it in front of Jason along with the documents to be signed.

Picking up the document and checking it, Jason raised his hand to sign the document after confirming it was correct.

"Cortana, what happened?"

Jason asked as he handed the document to the adjutant.

"No."

Cortana replied like this.

But just a second later, the female adjutant spoke again.

"Master Chief, please pay attention to your image."

"Although you are a non-staff, you should also have a position."

Hearing Konata's words, Jason became more and more surprised.

what happened?

Did he do something inappropriate?

"What exactly happened?"

After thinking about it again, Jason, who didn't understand, asked directly.

Then, he saw Cortana's cheeks suddenly blushed, and she stood up a little emotionally, opening her mouth to say something, but then the female adjutant closed her mouth again.

Cortana sat back on the sofa again.

The expression on his face was as calm as possible.

However, the bottom of her heart was rippling constantly.

She wanted to say something, but she found that she had no position to say anything at all.

Do you want to admit that she has a crush on Jason?

Jason is not allowed to touch other women?

This makes absolutely no sense.

What's more, she and him were originally the relationship between the liaison officer and the Master Chief.

Damn it!

Obviously I came first!

The female adjutant thought in her heart, and she couldn't help being a little annoyed, but she resisted her anger, said with a stern face, in a formulaic tone: "In a week, the main Kirin ship will be re-launched, accompanied by the return to the ground before. Healing veterans and first recruits — that was a staple of our previous meetings, and we need to motivate the remaining recruits in the way we have it.”

"The situation on the moon surface is very bad?"

Jason asked.

Although Cortana didn't say it explicitly, this impatient 'incentive' has already made Jason smell an unusual breath.

"Um."

After some hesitation, Cortana nodded.

There are some things she can't hide from Jason.

As Jason's "Ship Cutter", it is not difficult to understand these things.

"After a short period of calm, the 'Sabi Stars' began to attack the moon. They seemed to want to retaliate for the failure of the previous plan on the ground. They not only invested three complete main battleships to bombard the moon, but also For the past three days, at least tens of thousands of soldiers have been airborne every day, and they have started to attack the bunkers around the lunar base without any casualties."

"The defense system we built with bunkers is being rapidly eroded. If there is no reinforcements, the defense system of the entire lunar base will collapse within two weeks, and the lunar base will be directly exposed to the fire of the opponent's main ship. Therefore, reinforcements within two weeks are a must, and there must be a high morale!"

Cortana said this, but her face darkened.

Jason also remained silent.

High morale can be acquired in a short period of time.

But what about training?

How can it be possible to become a qualified soldier without long training?

Just two weeks of training?

I am afraid that even the basic tactical training has not been completed, right?

Do not!

Maybe less time.

It has been a week since that night. It took at least half a day for many recruits to enter the barracks from recruitment. A week later, the first batch of recruits will follow the Qilin ship to the moon base.

This boarding, should leave half a day.

Simply put, these recruits only received 13 days of training at most.

"13 days of training..."

"enough?"

Jason asked softly.

Cortana didn't answer.

The answer is obvious.

According to the assessment standard of the Ground Reconnaissance Bureau for a soldier, to become a qualified recruit from an ordinary person requires at least 12 weeks of adaptation and 22 weeks of training.

34 weeks is a full cycle.

And 13 days?

I'm afraid it's just pulling the trigger.

"The 300 Spartans on the ground will all travel together."

Cortana said so.

"all?"

Jason asked.

"Well, all."

Cortana nodded.

Then, the female adjutant stood up again.

She doesn't have time to stay here long.

"When the Qilin ship takes off, His Excellency the General hopes that you will be able to attend."

Before parting, Cortana said this.

Of course, there was one thing Cortana didn't say.

She will also go to the lunar base with the Kirin ship, as the Kirin ship and the ground liaison officer.

This is also the result of discussions at last night's meeting.

She won't tell Jason.

This was also a decision she had already made.

It hasn't changed because of anything.

Just like at this time, before boarding the helicopter, she turned to look at Jason, her lips parted slightly, and she didn't say anything in the end.

The helicopter took off.

Cortana sat in the back row.

"Sir, something should be said."

Klau, who was flying the plane, said very calmly.

"What can I say?"

Aiwei, another subordinate on the side, asked back.

"At least there will be no regrets."

Crowe replied.

"Regret or burden, have you figured it out?"

Aiwei shrugged, disapproving.

Cortana didn't speak, she turned her head and looked at the ground that was already a considerable distance away.

From here, Jason almost turned into a stickman, Cortana raised her hand across the window and touched the little Jason with her fingers.

There is no temperature.

Only the coldness and hardness of the glass.

Then, the distance is getting farther and farther.

Jason went from being a stickman to a little black dot.

The female adjutant sighed softly.

"Regret and burden, who can explain clearly."

The helicopter is gone.

From the ground, it was completely unclear, Jason lowered his head and walked towards the container.

The three of John were already waiting there.

"Open the box?"

Looking at Jason approaching, McCall couldn't help asking.

Jason raised his hand and flicked the switch Cortana gave him.

click!

Immediately, there was a sound from inside the container, and then the door on one side opened automatically.

"Wow even!"

Brian and McCall exclaimed directly.

Even John looked surprised.

Inside the container, an armor with a height of about 2.5 meters, painted in black and covered with weapons is standing there.

A shoulder gun is located on the right shoulder of the armor.

Twelve small missiles are concentrated on the left shoulder.

On the front of both arms are rotating bullet holes similar to Gatling.

There are also dark holes in the palm of the hand, and huge grenades are exposed on the sides of the armor with the open thighs on both sides, and there is a huge shotgun on the back.

"Big killer!"

John commented.

"Is the palm of the hand a flamethrower?"

Brian guessed.

"Jason, what can I do to get a similar armor!"

McCall asked directly.

Then, the three of John discovered that the friend standing by the side seemed to have a hint of disappointment on his face.

The disappointment passed in a flash.

The three of John subconsciously thought it was an illusion.

After all, with such a good armor here, how could Jason be disappointed?

They must be wrong.

"Honour."

Jason answered McCall.

McCall froze for a moment, then shook his head.

He didn't want to go back.

And Jason crossed the three and came to the Thor's Hammer Elite Battle Armor, and the disappointment on his face became more and more obvious.

It's not that this Quake Elite armor isn't good enough.

It can fly, it can dive, and it has enough firepower, which is good enough.

but……

It can't be eaten!

At the beginning, Jason once guessed that the Thor's Hammer Elite Battle Armor should be a battleship similar to the "Sabi Star", and it should be edible, but the reality is cruel.

Satiety: 65.

Glancing at his satiety, Jason couldn't help frowning.

He felt that he needed to think of other ways.

Maybe……