Subsequently, senior commanders gathered at the General Staff Headquarters in Marburg to hold a military meeting.
This is a hall with a dome like an egg. The ceiling emits a light that is comparable to natural light. In the center of the conference hall is a huge round table. Commanders stand on both sides like knights of the round table. In the center is a quantum projection showing
3D stereoscopic images, the staff constantly demonstrated the possible strategic and tactical responses of both sides.
"Ila's march speed has basically stopped." Kalki said while looking at the cursor indicating the sailing speed of the White Tiger Knights fleet.
"This is an order from the Military Privy Council." said Ulusla, Chief of Staff of the Knights' Supreme Staff. This handsome man in his forties with dark hair and a straight nose can be regarded as the benchmark for all Chiefs of Staff.
, a brain like a computer, not letting go of all the details, and at the same time obeying orders. Of course, the main thing is to obey the orders of the Military Privy Council.
Of course, this is also the most important reason why Kalki would only take Shankara with him on the expedition, leaving him behind to strategize in Malburg.
"Only Gaia's twenty-ninth fleet patrolling in the 'Aununitu area' made some responses, but it seems that there is no intention to defend with all its strength." Shankara operated on the huge three-dimensional star map, "This is possible.
There may be some fleets from the sub-base gathering in this area, but we don’t have clear and precise information to show that this is a blocking act by the Gaians."
"Both sides have stagnated. The Gaians may not have any brave generals after Lien's death, but why are we stagnant?" Kalki looked at the Gaia mining base with sparkling blue eyes, "Why not rob
Plunder?Ira!"
"This is an order from the Military Privy Council." Urusla looked straight at Kalki, "Ira will comply with it."
The implication is that when Kalki was the Grand Commander, as soon as the Knights' fleet was dispatched, he would be completely unreachable from the rear, let alone obey the highest order.
"There are rumors everywhere that the Gaians are secretly begging for peace. It is rumored that there will be a meeting to discuss this matter soon." Deacon Shatayu said meaningfully.
"They gave me sick leave. Now I don't have to go to the regular military meeting of the Senate." Kalki mused, "And Rahula is too young and can only sit in the gallery. He has no knowledge of politics.
If you don’t care, you will always wander away.”
"It's useless if you go, you're just an observer." Shankara said, "Only the grand leader has the real say."
Kalki was silent. It was even more embarrassing that no former Grand Master was still serving in the Knights.
"Whether it is war or peace, we must prepare for the upcoming Battle of Anunitu. If the battle between the two sides starts again at the Keto Base, then we may have to lead troops to support."
The chief leader said majestically.
In fact, he was willing in his heart that a war would break out, even if he died on the front line, he would be much better off than he is now.
There was a lively atmosphere in the large dining hall in Marlborough, because this was the first meal to welcome Kalki. It still maintained an elegant and simple style of a Bukhara restaurant, and the service staff still provided high-quality table service. "I'm finally here, a paradise without hand-washing rituals and prayers before meals!" Kalki joked while serving the meal.
The friends around him burst into laughter and exchanged slightly sly looks. Kalki seemed to be in a good mood after his marriage.
"This is?..." When the uniformed waiter of the Knights placed a plate of exquisite dishes in front of the leader, he was obviously stunned for a moment.
Kalki saw on the dinner plate that the thick and tender shoots of white asparagus, his favorite side dish of cell-based steak, were standing upright and carved into awkward shapes that made people think.
"Kalki! Why are you blushing?" Deacon Nahusha, who loves to joke, shouted deliberately.
Kalki immediately raised his head and found that the knights around him were laughing. They seemed to have been prepared.
"Kalki, you need to eat more!"
"Take care of yourself!"
"Your wife is so beautiful, and beautiful women are poison to men!"
They actually made such a joke with him. Kalki tried hard to keep himself calm. He knew that they were waiting for any reaction from him to make the next step of ridicule.
"Hurry up and change this plate of food for me. I don't want to eat cell-based steak!" Kalki spoke to the waiter in a commanding tone.
During this meal exchange, everyone burst out laughing. Even Audra and many older knights at the far end could only shake their heads and smile. The newly married young knights cannot change their nature of collective mischief.
"If you prepare such a meal for me again, I will not eat." He raised his head and said sternly to the waiter, who could only lower his head to show understanding.
"Kalki, you are too serious! I can't make fun of you."
"The flower of a knight, but also a strict moral and traditional good man!"
"This is Marlborough's traditional sport of teasing knights who come to report on their first day of marriage. Don't be really angry!" Deacon Shattayu said as he took a leisurely sip of the sparkling drink in the green glass. "There is nothing more outrageous than this.
Lots and lots of them."
"Hahaha! No one can match Kalki's seriousness."
"Kalki looks like a girl when she blushes."
"You haven't seen him following Captain Frida when he was 10 years old," an older staff officer said with a smile, "It's like a peerless beautiful girl following her stalwart husband!"
Everyone was laughing. Young Kalki was famous for his beauty.
"Now I finally understand why we have to drive all you old guys out of Bukhara!" Kalki's face was fair, and it was easy to see a slight blush.
This is the style of an all-male group that he is familiar with, full of hormonal restlessness and a sense of military roughness.
Yerou also reported back to her unit, D378 Weapons Research Institute, that the research and development site for Plato's famous light weapons was far away from the residential area of senior officers in the Salavadi Bay. Yerou had to reserve the fastest single-seat "Waha"
"Na" to go to work, even then it takes more than an hour to arrive.
Wearing a light blue dress, she walked up the steps of the institute with brisk steps. There were high steps everywhere in Plato, just like in ancient Greece and Rome.
The crystal-clear decorative exterior wall of the Weapons Research Institute is made in the shape of a birch leaf. Set against the backdrop of a quiet lake not far away, it looks extremely beautiful and tranquil. Everything here makes people think that this is a weapons research institute.
This was Yerou's first day of reporting after her marriage, and she was wearing a veil that married women often wear.
The veil represents women's virtue in Yuanjiao teachings, but wearing the veil is not mandatory. Many female Kshatriyas never wear it, and no one dares to force them. But Yerou saw the dress system on the touch screen.
She provided various types of veils, and her heart moved.
She chose a light lake blue headscarf and draped it on her golden hair as an accessory. Perhaps this fits her inner thoughts about the change of identity.
"Ah, the leader's wife is here!"
"Wow! What a beautiful bride!"
She returned to her workplace amidst such public attention.
Ye Rou found that everyone's attitude towards her had changed. Before she got married, she was walking around in the huge research institute like an ordinary R&D staff member, but now there were people who took the initiative to make way for her. When talking to her, no
The young man's attitude also changed, showing a respectful look.
"Ah! Yerou, you are so beautiful now!" Her best friend Luo Fu rushed over from another design team to chat with her during the break. Only her best friend still treated her the same way.
Two girls in the same dormitory found the unoccupied bathroom and began whispering inside.
"That's really what happened!" Luo Fu covered her face cutely. They talked about some private words between girls, which made the unmarried Luo Fu feel shy. She was also going to get married soon, and like all girls, she had concerns about marriage and husbands.
Full of expectations.
Ye Rouye's face turned pink.
"You are so lucky! You married into the Knights, and you are also the former Grand Master!" Luo Fu almost screamed with excitement, "Our office has been talking about your wedding these days. Some people are jealous of their wives.
You, and there are rumors that the groom is dissatisfied with you."
Not satisfied——
Yerou was stunned for a moment. Kalki actually just accepted her as his wife. Although the two of them were polite on weekdays, there was always a sense of distance.
She often stands alone by the pool because he goes out hiking or swimming alone.
She told herself that maybe soldiers are like this.
But she had observed Deacon Shattayut and Riya, as well as other couples in the public restaurant. They seemed to have a very close relationship. Shatyut would arrange his wife's shawl. At that time, she could only watch with envy, and Kalki
On the side, he stared blankly, as if he was thinking about profound life issues.
All that accompanied her was his body, his soul escaped.
"Our cafeteria was very lively in the few days you were away. They have already started to guess when you were pregnant and went to the birth center! Will it be a boy, a girl, or twins..." Luo Fu continued, "Those who are jealous of you are
It is said that soldiers who were captured from Mangxing City will have children with Gaian women."
"No...no..." Yerou quickly clarified, "He and I are each other's only ones."
However, the words "Mangxing City" and "Gaia Woman" are engraved in her heart.
"Ye Rou, why are you unhappy? It's been several days..."
After the passion subsided, they hugged each other naked, and he asked her whether the most intimate things in the past few days could no longer bring them closer.
"I don't want you to go to Gaia!" She sat up and looked at him seriously, "I don't want you to go to Star City!"
"Now you say..." Kalki sneered, "I have to go to Marburg to report before dawn, and then take a shuttle to the military base of 'Asvidel' to meet everyone. This is a force that can compete with the expedition.
A huge fleet, and it is the first time in Plato's history that it has entered the Star City. I am the supreme commander of this fleet and the head of this diplomatic mission."
His eyes showed an ambitious light in the dark night. The taste of power is that once you taste it, you can put it down. He cannot bear to live under the leader for a long time.
With the help of the moonlight, Yerou looked at her husband lying on the bed. Kalki's blond hair was spread out and he was lying stretched out. His upper body was almost perfect and glowing in the dark.
He lowered his blue eyes and understood why his wife suddenly became unhappy after he told her about Ahil's defensive decision.
In his mind, she was still a moody little girl, insensitive to politics.
"I'll be back soon." His eyes were blurred, and the huge city that frightened and puzzled him appeared in front of him again, where was the only person who had a heart-to-heart with each other...
Ye Rou pointed at the protruding chest muscle on his left side with her right hand and said softly: "Your heart is not here..."
"He who has no intention dies, but I live."
Kalki immediately stood up on his arms and stared at Yerou, who had soft curly blond hair hanging in the dark. She was very smart and full of elf-like spirituality.
Her beauty aroused his desire again. In the rude manner of a soldier, he patted her smooth buttocks with his big hands.
"Come up and ride on me!" He said in a commanding tone.
"No, I'm tired! No!" She refused. She suddenly understood that there was no love between them and she no longer wanted to be his vent toy.
Kalki pushed her down to his side like lightning. He was extremely agile and quick.
"Yerou, what do you want?"
"Your love."
She looked at him with moist blue eyes, like a praying child. In her eyes, he was as handsome as a god, but heartless, like an angel with a cold heart.
Under the cold moonlight, Kalki had a golden-bronze beard and looked more charming as a mature man, while she still looked like a girl.
"Love?" A sarcastic smile appeared on his handsome face.
"You order me to kill and mate, but you still want my love?!" Kalki shouted, you want too much!"
"Kalki! I love you, very, very much..." Yerou felt so wronged that she was about to cry, her eyes full of begging.
"Shut up! You've had enough!"
He yelled at her in German, appearing even more rude.
Unsurprisingly, she started to cry, covering her face with her hands, almost breaking down and crying, which made him even more upset.
He violently pushed her forward on the bed, pressing her down hard. Those words comparing him to a girl in his youth made him want to vent on her the desires that he had suppressed deeply for many years. She screamed in pain and cried heartbrokenly.
There are many dark places deep in his heart.
The indiscriminate killing of innocent people by the White Tiger Knights began with Grand Master Ashla.
In a Gaia space fortress, when the arrogant grand commander ordered the execution of numerous generals and soldiers, a young blond subordinate finally stood up. This was Vritra.
"No! This is against our doctrine! We are fighting to defend our beliefs! We are not fighting to oppress and kill the weak! Gaians are also human beings. They have hands, feet, eyes and noses just like us.
Isn't it?"
This innocent and brave young man with lake blue eyes appealed to his companions, trying to arouse their conscience.
Everyone in front of him remained silent, and no one dared to disobey Grand Master Ashla's order.
What he got from his humble status was being slapped with thirty electric whips in public by the commander of the regiment.[1]
[1] Plato’s four major knights, especially the White Tiger Knights, are strange in that they still retain the classical military punishment laws in the space age, including whipping with sticks and even standing. Here, they allude to the strict military discipline of the old Prussian army.