"General... Your Excellency, this song is inappropriate..." One of his subordinates managed to squeeze out a word to advise him despite his chest tightness and nausea.
"This is an ancient war song, not a single word has been touched for 600 years. At that time, Gaians and Platons would often fight at the 'Tannhäuser Gate', just to save the huge energy and time of interstellar jumping...
That era was almost as backward as the Middle Ages."
Felix smiled slightly, and there was still a little bit of the handsomeness of the "white tiger's golden blood" on his dark olive face. This unusually strong physique was also the legacy of Captain Visakha - a historical figure.
The highest-ranking Platonic "White Tiger" noble who has since defected to the Gaia system.
"I just suddenly felt that this song was very suitable for the occasion. If you don't like it, I won't sing it." The general said coldly, his brown irises flashing blue-gray under the rainbow-colored jumping light.
The command staff sat in their seats and looked at each other, sinking into the frustration of failure.
The father's line of the Von Abenberg family is the chief captain of the White Tiger Knights. It is almost everyone in the Gaia War Department. However, this was more than three centuries ago. General Felix's appearance is completely a cover-up.
Although he is a demi-human, he retains a strange chivalrous demeanor that sometimes baffles those around him.
"General, you'd better return to the command seat and sit down quickly. Time and space jumping may be dangerous at any time." His Asian orderly reminded him quickly.
"Look, we have come out of the wormhole." He pointed forward calmly, "What people fear is only fear itself, and worry cannot prevent things from happening. Everyone has to face the final outcome."
Soft broadcast sounds and various prompts echoed inside the huge beast-like flagship. This huge Gaia fleet easily escaped pursuit. The boundless dark time and space can always protect all losers.
General Felix sat back in the command seat, looked at the busy headquarters staff, and even ordered a glass of champagne.
"Go back to Mangxing City, this big city, a skyscraper city built by hundreds of millions of slaves..." He took a sip of the golden liquid exuding a pleasant citrus fragrance with his thin lips, "I want to go back to Huhai Villa to build bushes."
Kalki didn't know how he returned from Urustiva's dream to this cold world he was determined to leave.
He thought he was determined enough to die, but somehow he was ejected again.
Iansha risked his life, passed through the jungle-like artillery line, and rescued the ejected deacon. During the suicidal impact, Kalki had no idea that this loyal retainer had been flying beside him.
And all he wanted to do was escape from a life of shame.
After the battle, which lasted only half a day, the Plato commanders celebrated their victory on their respective flagships. Lakshmana and Devadatta were very happy, especially Devadatta. This was his first battle after being promoted to commander.
victory.
Some young knights love this young and happy new leader. They were promoted from "Guangyin Tian" to "Traya Li Tian", which makes them feel honored. In the large dining hall of the new flagship "Quniya"
While enjoying the victory dinner, they were noisy like a pack of young male wolves, almost lifting Devadatta on their shoulders, while the new leader raised his head and laughed, enjoying the beauty of the victory.
The personnel left behind by the former regiment leader Kalki seemed very dull - Rahu, Shankara, Siddha... These knights showed a kind of happiness that did not come from the heart, clapping their hands reluctantly, they have been marginalized.
, the new leader has his own confidant group.
"Put me down quickly, your hands are more unbearable than Gaia's cannons!" the young leader shouted, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
Devadatta had long forgotten about his good brother Hitin, a loser in the competition on the road to promotion. Now, every victory will bring him closer to the throne of Grand Master in the Hall of Knights of Marlborough.
Everyone lives in their own world, and these worlds are not connected to each other and have different joys and sorrows.
Deacon Kalki was sent to the hospital ship. The White Tiger Knights suffered heavy casualties in this battle. Although the medical personnel on the hospital ship were organized in an orderly manner, they still seemed extremely busy.
"I just suffered some flesh wounds, go and do your work!" Kalki said to a young medic, who saw that the scratch on his left shoulder was not serious. This is what escape knights often see in various situations.
I suffered minor trauma during strafing by a small aircraft, so I immediately sprayed some hemostatic and repair spray on me and hurried to another independent cubicle.
"You need to observe here for a period of time, and then undergo a full body examination. Don't run around!"
The medical soldier warned him before leaving in a hurry, but he obviously turned a deaf ear and walked towards the person in charge here. He was an experienced-looking older military doctor wearing a dark blue uniform. His dark hair was already gray, and his collar badge was
The spiral golden snakes represent his highest level.
"Where are the others, Deacon Nahusha?"
The chief military doctor took a closer look at the knight who was walking towards him quickly. He was obviously the most standard and perfect white tiger knight. He was tall and strong. He wore a tight-fitting silver-white battle suit that highlighted the strong muscles.
He has a long and narrow face but is quite handsome. He speaks in a low voice with a sense of arrogance. His body is spattered with blood, and he has the steady and strong temperament of a soldier.
"Who are you?"
"Kalki... Deacon Kalki." He frowned and acknowledged his new position.
After confirming that the other party was the senior commander of the Knights, the military chief touched the mobile screen and said in a solemn tone: "Deacon Nahusha has entered a dying state and is in room S64 at the end of the corridor."
Kalki gasped, and just as he was about to rush over quickly, the short but strong military doctor grabbed him.
"Don't run around. It's not open to the wounded. It's a special area. He will walk peacefully without any pain... I promise..."
"You can save him! There is no trauma that modern medical treatment cannot save..." Kalki shouted in a low voice, his tone seemed quite excited. "Frozen him with Vader ice liquid and sent him to the nearest space field hospital, where there is
Mithridates, you can bring people back to life even if they are physically dead, can't you?! I just lived like this again... Don't give up, even if I sincerely beg you, Nahusha is a warrior,
A good and loyal brother, there is a woman waiting for him to come home..."
"Deacon, please calm down. There are restrictions on frontline medical treatment. The space hospital 'Matt' did not arrive at the designated location on time. We have tried our best... Deacon himself is very calm now, he is very calm!"
Kalki was stunned. What made him, who was accustomed to seeing life and death, so easily excited now?