Chapter 126: It’s Too Late to Mend the Fence After the Sheep Have Been Lost (31)

Fan Ting walked around the area and dispersed the soldiers who were gossiping in groups of three or five.

His face was not very good, because he was a little blue with anger, but he was more blaming himself than being angry at the soldiers.

More than a month ago, he was just like everyone else, and he could easily pull Tang Chaoyan out and curse him no matter he was happy or frustrated.

This name carries too much malice, as if the existence of the three words "Tang Chaoyan" itself is a sin.

Once you have a preconceived notion, the tacit understanding of fighting side by side in the past and the man's standing up in times of crisis become premeditated pretense.

Suspicion, abuse, and false accusations...

When Fan Ting hated that person, he could even regard the other person's breath as the breath of a devil, so it was another reason to insult him.

How similar was he at that time to these soldiers today?

Relying on their ignorance and their ability to speak, they turned their words into sharp blades, wantonly attacking the hero who had protected everyone behind him even though he was covered in wounds and could no longer speak to clarify.

—— Their former comrades, leaders... and beliefs.

What a jerk.

Commander Fan, who believed in science, had never been so eager for the regret medicine in the story.

But he couldn't go back to the past to wake himself up, just like interrupting others' conversations at this moment, he couldn't tell the truth.

A strong sense of powerlessness and guilt spread all over his body. Fan Ting moved his feet stiffly, and suddenly he felt as if he had become a walking corpse.

If it really was... then there's nothing wrong with it.

Fan Ting smiled bitterly, and caught a glimpse of Shen Minghuan's figure in front of him, and his smile suddenly magnified a lot.

He cheered up and laughed loudly, saying loudly: "Ming Huan, wait, I have something to tell you."

"It's like this, our Xuanwu side is stable, the alliance hopes you can help the other three legions." Fan Ting caught up with the two people in front.

The Xuanwu Legion's rapid progress has long been noticed by the alliance, and Shen Minghuan's role cannot be ignored. If it weren't for the fact that Fan Ting might disagree, Shen Minghuan would have been loaned to other legions that need it more.

At present, the Xuanwu Legion has been quiet since then, and the alliance can't wait to come to Fan Ting to discuss with the afterglow of victory.

Qin Ying looked surprised and dissatisfied: "I am the contact person, why did the alliance find you instead of me?"

Fan Ting smiled proudly with his hands on his hips, "Of course it's because I am the commander of Xuanwu."

Although Shen Minghuan was directly assigned by the alliance, taking him away without saying a word would easily affect the friendship between the four legions.

Shen Minghuan glanced at them and said slowly, "I want to know too, why didn't the alliance tell me?"

Qin Ying's complaining expression suddenly stopped, and Fan Ting's laughter suddenly stopped.

The two seemed to be petrified by Medusa in the ancient legend. Their faces kept exaggerated expressions strangely, but their eyes were indescribably panicked.

Let's not talk about what the group of councillors of the alliance thought, but why didn't they realize the problem before Shen Minghuan spoke?

Even Fan Ting's mood was taken into consideration, but Shen Minghuan was the person involved, so why didn't anyone think of asking for his opinion?

Qin Ying felt that he could explain it. He wanted to say that because he knew Shen Minghuan's sincerity, because he felt that this person would not disagree, because he believed in this person's intentions for the alliance...

None of them could be used as an excuse.

No one really respected Shen Minghuan, and they were one of them.

No matter how high-sounding it was, it could not cover up this fact.

Shen Minghuan seemed to be joking, and soon blinked indifferently: "It is my honor that the alliance can recognize me. Well, do you need to go to other legions? When do you leave?"

"No, no." Fan Ting forced a smile with difficulty, "It depends on what you mean. If you want, you can stay in Xuanwu."

At best, it is just a little farther from the command room.

The sentence "it depends on you" clearly showed his guilty conscience. Shen Minghuan smiled, "Then it's here. I'll have to trouble the commander and contact person to apply for the information of the three legions, such as the number of mechas, personnel composition, and nearby conditions... In short, the more detailed the better."

He stretched and muttered, "I'm so sleepy. I'll go back and take a nap. Send the information directly to my light computer. I'll look at it at night."

"Minghuan, remember to eat something before going to bed. Is there any nutrient solution in the room? Don't sleep too long, otherwise you won't be able to sleep at night. And..."

Shen Minghuan covered his ears and turned around, "Contact Qin, why have you become so long-winded? You weren't like this before."

He ran away in a flash, and didn't forget to wave his hand to say goodbye.

Only Qin Ying and Fan Ting were left there in a daze.

In the past...

They were damned in the past.

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Originally, the four legions were fighting against the Zerg, but Xuanwu won such a great victory, which immediately aroused the desire of all the soldiers in the other three legions.

If you can't be the first, at least you have to be the second, anyway, you can't be the last.

With a warlike heart, the soldiers rushed forward every day, and Shen Minghuan's workload increased sharply.

Before, when there was only Xuanwu, Shen Minghuan was still at ease, issuing orders lazily, and even had the leisure to pick some wild grass outside the command room to make grasshoppers.

But the three legions were unwilling to fall behind, and Shen Minghuan often had to start commanding another battle just after one battle ended, before he had time to drink a glass of water.

What's more, after discovering that Shen Minghuan's ability was far more than that, he sometimes took charge of multiple battles at the same time.

Qin Ying still sat in the auxiliary position and rubbed his forehead vigorously.

Too much information poured into his mind, making his head ache like it was exploding.

"Tired? Take a break." Shen Minghuan stared at him, and he didn't know how he noticed Qin Ying's fatigue.

He only gave a faint reminder, and then immediately concentrated on the front-line battle, issuing one command after another in an orderly manner. Qin Ying couldn't keep up after listening to two sentences, and his head hurt more when he thought deeply.

Shen Minghuan issued orders as quickly as before, but Qin Ying never heard the casual tone when he commanded Xuanwu before.

This man quickly switched channels on the screen with his hands, and his voice was always calm, but Qin Ying had seen his relaxed state, and he could detect the caution mixed in every word.

Knowing that such a highly concentrated state must be exhausting, Qin Ying pursed her lips, wanting to persuade him to rest but not daring to disturb him.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Ying hesitated several times before Shen Minghuan finally let go of the communicator.

As if a huge rock had been lifted from his heart, he sighed softly, leaned back on the chair, pressed his brows with his fingers through the mask, and lowered his eyes, showing a bit of exhaustion and weakness.

"By the way, what did you want to say just now?" Shen Minghuan turned his head slightly and looked at him with a smile.

Qin Ying thought that his expression must be very strange now. He turned his head and said sullenly, "You can't do this. Your body can't bear it."

Shen Minghuan seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then chuckled, "Contact person, you don't have to do this."

Qin Ying didn't understand what he meant. He took out the light brain to contact the commanders of the corps and said firmly, "I will refuse them!"

Coincidentally, before Qin Ying had time to dial the light brain, the voice of the White Tiger Corps commander came from the communication channel of the command room:

"Shen Minghuan, when can the large troops enter the C3 area? We have a team missing there for half a month, and the food they brought is only enough to support half a month. It's very dangerous now, you know!"

It's clear that he needs help, but his words are not polite.

"Commander Liang, your attitude is too..."

"Tomorrow."

Shen Minghuan didn't show any attitude towards Qin Ying's protection. He lowered his eyes slightly and calmly interrupted the other party's sudden excited expression.

He thought for a moment, "At the latest tomorrow afternoon, the battle line can be advanced to Area C3."

"Shen Minghuan, don't forget, there is a worm nest southwest of Suzaku, they may go crazy at any time."

"I didn't forget." Shen Minghuan responded lightly, and sat up straight from his chair, as if he was back to work. "The early layout is almost done, let everyone in the Suzaku Corps have a good rest, and we will act in the early hours of the morning."

"How sure are you, casualties..." The commanders are all good commanders, and they value the safety of the soldiers in addition to victory.

Seeing that they were still chattering, Qin Ying couldn't bear it any longer: "Don't the three commanders think you are too much? Minghuan hasn't rested for many days, and an iron man can't endure this."

The thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and the communication channel was silent for a moment.

After reacting, the Xuanwu commander muttered: "Who is not tired."

It seems to be talking to himself, but the volume is loud enough to be clearly transmitted through the communicator.

Commander Suzaku pondered for a moment and said with difficulty: "Shen Minghuan, can you still hold on? Wait until this operation is over..."

She suddenly remembered that she seemed to have drawn such a big pie many times before, and she felt a little embarrassed for a while. But if she delayed, things would change, and she was unwilling to give in.

She could only make Shen Minghuan suffer temporarily.

Mo Hongxue, who had not spoken and was included in the "three commanders" by Qin Ying, was the most distressed and guilty, but he had no right to ask Baihu and Suzaku to postpone the operation, so he had to try his best to share the burden for Shen Minghuan: "Minghuan, Qinglong, you don't have to worry about it, I will command it myself."

"Ah, are you sure?"

Shen Minghuan smiled suddenly, and Qin Ying could vaguely see his flying spirit under the mask: "The facts prove that I am more powerful, Commander Mo, Qinglong should be handed over to me."

The world is not worried about the lack of things but the inequality. If other legions have divine help, Qinglong can only fill it with his life. Even if the soldiers have no complaints, their relatives will make a fuss.

After laughing, he became more serious. He said in a straightforward manner: "I am not a god. I cannot guarantee that everyone can survive, but I will try my best."

Shen Minghuan is still young, and occasionally one can see the frivolity of a young talent. However, this recklessness comes and goes quickly. Everyone was in a trance for a moment, and it took a long time to realize that this was answering Zhuque Commander's questions about control and casualties.

Yes, he has always been well-behaved and answered every question.

"As for me?" Shen Minghuan nodded thoughtfully, as if a doctor had diagnosed him, and as if a master was exploring his fate.

He said: "It's good, I won't die for a while."