[United Republic]

[Guitu City]

[Army Officer Academy]

Flitz can no longer remember when the last time he returned to the Army Academy.

I remember that after graduation, he never came here again.

But at this moment, his eyes swept across the Army Academy in the night, and waves of warmth surged onto his chest.

Nothing changed.

The wall that looks not high and is not difficult to climb over; the rustic gate in the soil; the tree-lined avenue that cannot be swept clean; and the main teaching building located at the end of the tree-lined avenue; and the auditorium, school building, playground, warehouse, stable in the distance... Just glance at the outline, Flitz can recognize where it is.

The Army Academy is like a sleeping giant beast, lying gentlely on the ink-colored canvas. The lights not only failed to disturb her dreams, but instead made her look more quiet.

Flitz sat in the saddle, staring at the night of the Army Academy, and could see the gods.

But the others present were not as good as him.

The three military academy students on duty at the main entrance saw the uniforms of the visitor, and stood in a flawless manner, and even looked at them.

However, the teacher on duty has been in for too long to report.

He did not return for a long time, so the military academy students on duty could only continue to stand with the visitors.

Just when the poor students felt that their waists were about to break, the teacher on duty finally came back.

"He is waiting for you." A short lieutenant walked out of the side door, raised his hand to salute Flitz, his tone as cold as ice: "Major."

Flitz woke up from his trance and looked at the short lieutenant. He was stunned for a moment, then turned over and dismounted, raised his hand seriously and gave him a gift: "I'm sorry."

A student on duty quickly stepped forward and took the reins from Flitz, while the other two students on duty pulled the door open together.

"You are so polite, Major." The short teacher waved his hand expressionlessly: "Please here."

The road to the cradle of the Union Army officers is relaxed to [Flitz of Nice].

Walking on the tree-lined road that occupies the central axis of the Army Academy, watching the old marshals planting them with their own hands on both sides of the road, Flitz couldn't help but sigh: "It's the same as before."

"No." The short teacher walking in front of him, holding the lantern, snorted softly: "Everything has changed."

The short teacher continued without looking back while leading the way:

“The first grade and second grade Venetta students were picked up, and the Venetta people no longer sent new students.

"The Palatu students are the same. Not only are students who have not yet graduated, but even pre-school students have been sent to Zhuwang Fort, and the selection of freshmen has also been interrupted.

“The school building is half empty, and the school has become much deserted.

"The teacher was also transferred to a lot of people, going to the south and west. The teaching and research department can't even queue up now.

"It's all like this. The Army Headquarters also said that it will expand the enrollment scale and shorten the courses and lessons..."

Flitz walked behind a short teacher, listening silently as the latter complained without commenting.

Walking to the steps of the main teaching building, the short teacher stood still, turned around, looked straight into Flitz's eyes, and asked word by word:

"Everything has changed. Now the Alliance Army Academy is only an empty shell...Is this what you want to see? Flitz - Major?"

Flitz felt a stinging pain on his back, especially when he heard the name "Major".

He did not answer the senior's question, could not answer, nor did he want to answer it.

"He is waiting for you in his office, you know the way. I am sorry for my duty, and I cannot accompany you." The short teacher put the lantern at his feet, raised his hand to salute, and turned and left: "Major."

Flitz raised his hand and returned the gift, watching the senior leave.

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From the day when the "revolution" was victorious, Flitz's fate was no longer dominated by himself. He was a canoe thrown into the storm sea, pushed up by the big waves, and thrown away by the big waves.

He was first sought after as a revolutionary hero, and experienced countless flowers, praise and applause.

After Richard Myerhouse delivered the speech in the National Assembly that shocked the crowd of words, "Even if a coup is necessary, a coup is still a coup", the wind direction immediately changed.

Overnight, Flitz of Nice changed from being a darling in the social scene in Guitucheng to an abandoned son of the United Provincial Army.

After obtaining the "temporary license" of the highest power, Richard Myerhouse kicked away the reformist officer without hesitation and instead cooperated with the institutional faction that dominated the United Nations Army.

They enjoyed the fruits of the coup - greater authority, smaller constraints, and fewer opponents.

Then, they threw the coup initiators and executors out to vent their anger to those who were full of anger at the coup.

Public accusations and criticisms behind them, avoiding friends who are afraid of being too afraid of, and the same period of contempt in their eyes...

The world is cold, sweet, bitter and spicy, and the ups and downs of Flitz tastes it all.

Like other "revolutionary" participants, he received a special promotion.

But for Flitz, the promotion was more like a mockery and humiliation.

It seemed as if someone sneered in the dark, "You did it for this? Are you satisfied now?"

Perhaps it was because he was used to it, or perhaps because he was enduring, Flitz was always silent, and after senior Haarlem Nalden died in his arms, he never defended himself once again.

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The main teaching building of the Army Officer Academy is a four-story building, with the first floor being an archive storage room, and the steps entering the room directly lead to the second floor.

After entering from the main entrance in the center of the second floor, there is a corridor on each side of the left and right, extending in the east and west directions. There are classrooms on both sides of the corridor.

Going further up, the building structure is the same, except that the room function has changed from a classroom to a teaching and research room.

Flitz climbed up the steps and came to the fourth floor of the main teaching building with a lantern.

The corridor on the fourth floor is pitch black, like a cave that cannot be seen from the bottom and cannot be climbed out.

Only the crack in the office door on the north end of the corridor on the right is faintly illuminated.

Flitz walked towards the bright office step by step, and the sound of footsteps echoed behind him.

Although I knew the location of this office when I was in school, this was the first time Flitz came to me.

He stopped outside the office and tidied up his face, but did not knock on the door immediately, but turned around and looked at the office opposite.

On the opposite door, that is, the door sign of the office on the south side, [Principal's Office] and [Ned Smith] two lines of bronze characters reflect a dim light.

Since the old marshal passed away, the Union Provincial Government deliberately did not appoint a new principal, so the office was retained.

Opposite the principal's office is the nominal second-in-command of the Alliance Army Officer Academy, and the actual principal - the head of the minister's office of Janssen Connellis.

But these descriptions need to be added with an attribution of "formerly" .

Because after Richard Myerhouse dissolved the "Interim Military Commission" in the core of the coup, Jansen Connellis had no position.

Flitz placed the lantern next to the door, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Enter." A simple and powerful command came from the office, and the people on the other side of the door had been waiting for a long time.

Flitz pushed open the door, and the light in the room was too bright to open his eyes for a moment.

When he could see things around him again, a spacious, grand office appeared before him.

The first thing to catch his attention was a sand table in front of the left, which was as big as a double bed.

The sand table occupies the center of half of the office, and the three walls around the table are filled with wall-mounted glass cabinets that reach the ceiling.

Through the glass window, Flitz saw that one of the cabinets contained some small flags and small models, which should be the markers used to arrange the sand table.

Inside the other cabinets, all of them are file boxes that are so big that they can be stuffed into a folio.

The amazing number of file boxes almost filled all the space, leaving only a cabinet in the northeast corner with two idle places.

Seven or eight square stools are scattered around the sand table, indicating that this sand table is not a unique toy.

The sand table has been laid out, the mountains, rivers and rivers have been shaped, the two confrontational armies are fighting, the front line is already in chaos, and some small flags have been pulled out and placed on the side, freezing the battlefield between the square inch at a certain moment.

The remaining half of the office is occupied by a carved desk.

There are two hard and ugly chairs in front of the carved desk - standard configuration in the principal's office.

Four surface polished mahogany drawers are placed on the wall behind, and three of them are half-bust images carved from pure white marble.

Flitz recognized one of the busts half as if they were old marshals at first sight, but he was completely unfamiliar with the remaining two. However, according to the armor style of the busts, he guessed that it was Kaisan and Alexandra.

The fourth cabinet is empty.

In addition to the two functions of left and right and completely different furnishings, there is also a small table and two soft chairs directly in front of Flitz, right in front of the wall and the window.

There was a game of unfinished chess on the small table.

Because I used it for too long, the chessboard was stained. The chess pieces even showed a color similar to that of agate stone because they penetrated too much oil on the skin.

In addition to the above furnishings, another very eye-catching thing in the office is the "light".

There were many "lamps", and Flitz just glanced at them and counted them out a dozen, all with colorless glass lampshades, illuminating the office like daytime.

And the owner of this office, Jansen Connellis, sat next to the chessboard.

Conelis waited patiently until Flitz's visual recovery before frowned and asked, "Do you want me to salute first?"

At first glance, it seemed like a joke, but Jason Conelis had a serious expression—or rather, the head of the Alliance Army Academy was always serious, so Flitz couldn't tell whether this was a joke.
To be continued...