Lancer Xu looked down at the chaotic rescue scene in the distance. Various treatment and examination equipment were being pulled around, and medical soldiers and various types of medical robots were walking around. The thick lines of battlefield first aid looked like industrialized
Assembly line mechanical assembly is general, and the race against time is used to the extreme.
The leader who was finally captured was obscured by the busy scene. He could only see some sporadic angles - when Kalki was being inserted into various infusion catheters, the medical robot flipped his body and suddenly dropped down.
There was only the silver-white pilot's hand, and a line of dark red blood flowing from the medical bed, dripping to the ground.
"Ouch!" Lancer frowned involuntarily. He was afraid of seeing bloodshed and felt that he was really not suitable for war. He felt sick when he saw corpses and blood, and his hands and feet were cold at the same time.
A small suspended cleaning robot immediately flew over and cleaned up the blood stains. The ground of the battleship was always as bright as a mirror.
For Kalki, as a high-ranking noble of Plato, his blood is as precious and rare as gold. But to the Gaia cleaning robot, his blood is just a third-level pollutant, on the same level as feces. p>
"Why is there so much blood?" Lancer muttered to himself, he didn't understand.
"He is still alive, but his vital signs are weak."
The words of the medical staff made everyone in the "Giza" command room feel stoned, and even Lancer there breathed a sigh of relief.
"No damage to Plato's brain can be diagnosed at the moment, but he is in hemorrhagic shock."
The head nurse said in a doctor's characteristic calm tone.
"The plan is done!"
"We succeeded!"
"Win!"
"With the current medical conditions, treating hemorrhagic shock is not a problem. It can be said that you will be resurrected with full blood!"
The command room of the flagship "Giza" was full of joy, almost like a festival.
"Haha! We have captured the grand leader of the White Tiger Knights! The 'number one general' that Plato boasted is all in my possession!"
"Finally, I have a perfect explanation to the superiors. Great! The athletes of our twenty-seventh fleet have performed at the highest level of the Gaia fleet!"
Lancer heard the Central Asian laughter of Lieutenant General Nazarbayev and the applause of Major General Han.
Then, there were two dull and slightly crisp "bang, bang" sounds.
"Open the champagne!"
"Cheers!"
"Congratulations! Congratulations!"
It sounded like Lieutenant General Nazarbayev's orderly immediately took out two bottles of champagne like a sycophant.
"It really feels like standing at the top."
"If you want to get high, you have to go one step further! I know a few beautiful female soldiers, and I can bring them over to have fun and relax together..."
I don’t know who was speaking, and then several generals burst into laughter that was almost unrestrained.
"That's enough... They are really impressive. Fortunately, I ran out of there..." Lancer said softly to himself, "Our first wave of attacks suffered heavy casualties. What's so happy about it?"
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Lancer thought to himself that originally he, a non-commissioned officer who had just graduated from the military academy, had not been able to come into contact with Gaia's generals, but after dealing with them several times, he really got to know them. Starting from Brigadier General Bernini, Lancer's impression of them
It was very bad. He thought of the coldest joke of the General Staff: Our mission is to waste taxpayers' money and taxpayers' lives. The War Department was like a meat grinder running at full speed. He just glanced at Dia
The casualty list of Captain Zi's fleet was simply sad. At this moment, he seemed to see tens of thousands of death notices about to be sent out. They were overwhelming like snowflakes and would bring grief and grief to countless families. These people were all
He died in the "Darjeeling Plan" he formulated, and instantly changed from a living person to a statistic. Thinking of this, he couldn't be happy at all when he won.
Probably, I am really not suitable to be a soldier.
Lancer thought that he was tired of wars, guns, blood, and corpses. Under the arrangement of his grandfather, he went to military school in order to get a job under the system. Unlike Kalki, he was born for war...
At this time, the busy medical team had completed the most critical on-site rescue part, and took the leader of the White Tiger away to the operating room for further and more detailed medical treatment.
The suspended medical bed was pushed just below where Lancer was standing, so that within a few seconds, Sergeant Xu could see very clearly from a high position.
This was the second time he met this Plato's highest-ranking military aristocrat. The first time they met in a narrow road, the commander of the regiment, armed with a heavy assault rifle, dared to rush into the Gaia base guarded by thousands of soldiers alone. He was simply
He is domineering and murderous, and he even has the aloofness of dominating the world. As a new recruit, he can only look at him and dare not take a step closer.
And now, among the hurriedly flashing figures of the medical soldiers, he saw another Kalki.
The unconscious leader closed his eyes tightly, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked exhausted. Various thin tubes were inserted into his perfect body like a god, and liquids of various colors were maintaining his life. Everything was
It showed a sense of post-modern absurdity. His originally long and narrow face with clear lines was tilted to one side. Because he was wearing a transparent breathing mask, or the muscles on his face had relaxed, he lost his military-style daily seriousness.
He was naked and his body muscles were perfectly tight without any cumbersome lines. His skin was fair and had the beauty of a classical sculpture. The wound on his left chest had been treated and taped.
He applied a powerful hemostatic patch, but there were blood stains everywhere. In such a terrible situation, his face and body still looked so perfect, even very elegant and peaceful.
Lancer suddenly thought of the feeling of seeing Xuanji for the first time. The 8-year-old Xuanji had a spiritual energy that reminded people of "spring water"; Kalki also had a special light, and the massive blood loss caused him to lose that
This strong and powerful aura is like the sun dimming and gradually turning into "moonlight". Even when he is unconscious, he has a soft and noble beauty.
After six hundred years of evolution and evolution under different systems, have the Platonic people really become the "celestial beings" in the eyes of the Gaians? Lancer asked himself this.
A medical soldier in the first aid team seemed to have noticed the otherworldly beauty of the Grand Commander. Seeing that his bun was messy and tilted to one side, he couldn't help but help him untie his bun. However, he became interested in a man's long hair.
Interested, he smoothed his hair, which was as dazzling as gold, and was stunned for a second, as if he was admiring it.
These scenes passed in an instant. The group leader was taken away to continue first aid. The sergeant stood alone and saw the cleaning robot flying to the blood stains and starting to spray disinfectant. Everything returned to calm, as if it was a fierce battle.
It has never happened before.
"Entschuldigen." (Sorry) Lancer said to himself in German, "Katze." (Big Cat)
It's like knocking a god off his throne and causing him to fall into the complicated world...
While his thoughts were racing, his stomach suddenly growled.
Lancer childishly covered his stomach with his hands. As his second personality, his stomach began to protest again.
"It's terrible! I haven't eaten for a day. I was so nervous just now that I couldn't think of anything... I brought the latest Hokkaido mutton instant noodles with super dried meat buns. I can eat and write a report at the same time. I have to find a place where there is no one."
Place..."
Lancer decided to go back quickly. He was just a small person on a huge warship, doing the most ordinary hard work of a screw in the military.
Darkness envelopes the surrounding areas.
Fourteen-year-old Kalki was running desperately, and summer insects were glowing or singing in the dark. It was a quiet summer night in the middle of summer.
"Garuda didn't come... Now is the breeding season of Garuda." The young man said to himself in a special voice during the voice-changing period.
Only the bright stars in the sky illuminated his path, and the Milky Way seemed to become larger and more magnificent from another angle. Without any navigation equipment, he bravely continued to move forward alone.
He looked back at the vast and sprawling complex of Trayest Mausoleum on the high hills in the distance. Under the starlight, they looked like giant beasts entrenched on the ground, looking cold and strange.
"I'm not afraid of you... Ever since Captain Frieda got married and left, my life has been much better. No one hits me anymore." He raised his eyebrows, his blue eyes as clear as the bottom of the lake filled with tears.
Confidence. He realized that as the Bukhara with the highest standards and levels in all Plato, the Trayestri Mausoleum is the symbol of the White Tiger Knights. He came earlier than many people and understood how to survive in it earlier.<
/p>
"What can you do to me? It's just three days of confinement, cold water and hard bread."
He rushed on his way under the starry sky, feeling extremely happy. He thought that being in confinement and being able to eat on time would be much better than lengthy red tape and pre-meal prayers.
There was an Udumbara tree there, attracting him with its miraculous beauty. Kalkith thought about it, and was willing to be punished and sneak out at night to see the wonders that only happened once a year.
He is a child of nature, so he is familiar with every flower and grass in the place of his birth, and is not afraid of the dark night.
The Milky Way is like a huge sparkling necklace of a goddess, falling straight to the ground with the starlight of billions of gems. The huge towering tree begins to bloom into thousands of flowers in the warm and humid night wind, like layers of flowers.
Like waves of flowers, they bloom piece by piece at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Ah! It's so beautiful!"
He admired softly, his whole body standing still, impressed by the extraordinary creation of nature.
"It would be great if Varuna came together..." Kalki sighed, "He is so good..."
Countless purple-red, gorgeous Udumbara flowers bloomed under the starlight, shrouded in a dreamlike light. The petals were as if carved from bright purple garnets, sparkling.
This is the beauty of Plato's nature blooming for him alone, and he decided to lie under the tree and admire this indescribable beauty.
Kalki was lying on the grass, his blond hair shimmering in the darkness. The colorful starlight like gems filtered through from the dense flowers and tree branches above his head. It was indescribable magnificence and beauty. His blue eyes seemed to be full of sky.
The starlight makes the soul intoxicated.
Sleep slowly came over him, and while he was half asleep, a dark-haired girl with a fragrant fragrance came gently and lay side by side with him. They seemed to have known each other for a long time, and were as familiar as friends.
"Are you dreaming? Tyus?" she asked softly in his ear.
"No!" His straightforward personality showed again, "I'm not asleep, and my name is Teius. My name is Kalki, Kalki from Trayestrius."
The girl smiled.
"You are obviously dreaming." Her tone was very gentle, but her sleep-like insistence did not disgust him, "Teus, your dream is so beautiful."
The two of them looked at the sea of flowers like a canopy under the starry sky. When the night wind blew, a few fallen flowers floated up.
"Beautiful dreams are always short-lived. Look, such a beautiful flower will wither so soon." She sighed.
"The beauty of Udumbara flowers is short-lived, just like beauty cannot stay." Kalki is a young man who loves to think, and he can always say philosophical words inadvertently.
"Is this your favorite flower?" she turned her head and asked.
"Yes."
"I'm in your dream, do you still know me?"
"You?"
He looked at her intently. The night was too dark, and the night seemed to cover her with a mysterious cloak. He could not see her clearly.
"I don't know you..." He turned his gaze to the flowery tree canopy again. He was embarrassed to tell her that he had never been in such close contact with a girl. "But I feel that I have known you. I have been a friend for a long time...
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"Yes, it's been a long, long time... let's just enjoy your dream."
The two were silent for a while, watching the swaying flowers in the night wind. Then they started talking like old friends who had known each other for a long time.
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"Why do you like Udumbara flowers?"
"They are an upside-down flower, different from all the flowers in the world. They bloom at night and wither in the morning. They remind me of those young people who died on the battlefield... They fought for other people's dreams and were supposed to enjoy them.
My youth has disappeared..." He suddenly showed a sense of maturity beyond his age, because he thought that he had followed Captain Frieda and seen many tragic battlefield scenes.
"Will you also go to war?"
"Yes! I will be sent to the battlefield in four years. We have been fighting the Gaians for almost 500 years, and many people die every year..."
"You are such a noble and peaceful person, gentle and loving...that you would have such a cruel dream?" She was obviously a little surprised.
He paused alertly. The education he received in his early years was to always be alert.
"What's wrong with this?" he asked.
"How would you love someone in this cruel dream?" She continued to ask him.
"Love?"
He was obviously confused by the question. All he had been taught was to be the most efficient killing machine. For a while, he still didn't understand what she was talking about. Her words were so confusing that he was confused.
"Teus, it's dawn, you're about to wake up from your dream."
In the dark night, the first ray of sunlight tore through like a sharp sword, and the red morning glow made the flowers more dazzling. Kalki turned his face, there was no one around him at all, she came like a dream, and like a dream
Disappeared.
He stood up, and a gust of wind blew. In an instant, the flowers on the tree began to fall like clouds. The fallen flowers were so colorful and heavy that when the wind blew, they were like purple-red rain showers or whirlpools, blowing away a tall blond man.
Teenagers surrounded it.
Kalki watched all this with fascination. This was a night he would never forget.