"You should have told me the truth from the beginning." Lancer's tone softened a little.
"Everyone has their own secrets." Lily Wu lowered her eyes, reflecting the light, and was filled with tears. "If I told you this from the beginning, would you still be willing to marry me?"
Lancer was speechless for a moment, and looked up at this colorful magical metropolis. The floating cars were flying away quickly on the transparent track, leaving behind streaks of colorful light, just like the threads of fate, moving forward on their own tracks.
"I really should think about getting married. I originally wanted to take advantage of such a long vacation to get married as soon as possible and have a home of my own. The interstellar journey is too long. I don't know how long it will take to get back from the next battle, or there may be no way back..." He
He murmured, "I want to forget, I want to start over, I'm too eager."
"You don't want me anymore, right?" Lily's voice choked up, and she bit her lip painfully, "You think my family background is not pure, let alone noble."
"No, it's not... I just need more time to think about it."
"What do you think of me? A placebo, a cheap substitute!" Lily yelled, and for the first time she was no longer gentle towards him.
"I'm... probably a little afraid of marriage. I need to slow down about buying a house and the wedding company."
Lily took a breath of air and suddenly felt that the early autumn in Mangxing City was so cold.
"You don't love me at all."
"Oh, no, no. I like you very much, but I just feel that marriage is too heavy for me... I am not old enough to support a family, and the responsibility of a husband scares me."
"This is not love, I know it." Tears burst out of Lily's eyes. She turned around, and the hem of her gauze skirt decorated with feathers and sequins began to float.
"Lily, don't go!" Seeing his fiancée turn around and leave, Lancer instinctively chased after her.
But Wu Lili still cried and left, joining the bustling crowd coming and going.
No one will pay attention to the joys and sorrows of a couple, love and hate, friendship and separation. In Mangxing City, they are just fleeting.
A small starship quickly passed through hundreds of lights of time and space in the spiral "pipe" of interstellar jumps. A mothership with a disc-shaped bow reflected lead-white light in the darkness in the distance.
"Why did a new regiment leader suddenly come? Since Ural was killed in battle, our regiment has been without a supreme commander for a year and a half."
"That means a nobleman has committed a crime."
"Then we should give you a good welcome, hahaha!"
If Plato's Knights are an army of angels with perfect discipline, shining brightly on the battlefield and being as fierce as an army of thunder, their enemies are both frightened and admired by them; then the Legion of Punishment is a dim remnant that no one even cares about.
Their life and death, this army of only 20,000 people is wandering on the front line, just like the dark matter in the universe, with no sense of existence.
These disheveled men were wearing messy dirty clothes, standing loosely, and some even sat on the ground smoking Gaia cigarettes. It was difficult to associate their appearance with the strict military discipline of Plato's soldiers. They were full of ruffianism and no
Uniformly dressed, even the worst Gaia soldiers won't be so dirty and lawless.
The sliding door suddenly opened, and a man wearing a dark soap blue knight's robe walked over. His steps were a little heavy, but he maintained an arrogant and decisive demeanor.
Everyone stopped for a moment and focused their attention on him.
There is no doubt that this is a White Tiger Knight, with a standard handsome appearance, a slender body, broad shoulders, and flowing blond hair, unlike the dirty and sticky hair of these veterans of the Punishment Legion.
, his face looked like it hadn’t been washed for weeks, his beard was unkempt, and he looked like a gangster.
The new leader, whose face and figure were as perfect as a statue, looked around with a cold look. He looked slightly tired. He had just gone through an interstellar journey of 8,000 light years. As a arduous exile, he naturally did not have any equipment to assist him.
After relieving his physical fatigue, he was thrown onto the flagship of the Punishment Legion.
"I am your new leader, my name is Kalki."
He spoke slowly, with an accent unique to the knight class. His voice was low and pleasant, with a sense of nobility, worthy of his handsome face.
"Oh! Kalki, what a familiar name!"
"Is this the 'First Samurai' Kalki?"
"Grand leader of the White Tiger Knights? Haha, he was assigned to our punishment regiment in the end?"
"Really? What a fucking bullshit life!"
"Is this man really the leader of the White Tigers? I don't believe it."
Kalki did not expect that the discipline of the Punishment Corps was so lax. No one showed respect to him. Some people just sat and smoked or smoked. Instead, they looked at him as if he were an alien, and whispered to each other and commented on him.
, making sarcastic remarks.
"Quiet! Be quiet and listen to me!" Kalki raised his head and shouted very forcefully, "Stand up! You should line up to welcome your new leader! Keep quiet when I speak!"
As a result, his words aroused even more laughter from the soldiers, and the soldiers' roars of laughter came from all directions.
"You must abide by Plato's military regulations. Your new leader is here. From now on, you must abide by discipline." Kalki reprimanded loudly and sternly, his face looking slightly pale.
"Haha, discipline?! This is a place outside the law, and this is the Punishment Corps." A tall and strong Asian soldier crossed his arms, looking muscular, and said coldly with a rather disapproving look, "You let us
How can these people who are used as cannon fodder in the trenches of Gaia abide by the discipline, Plato's military regulations be damned!"
After saying that, he spat on the ground.
"Where is my regimental headquarters? There are chaplains accompanying the army, and where are the others?" the new regimental leader continued to ask calmly, but these words caused another round of laughter.
Kalki stood stunned for a few seconds, raising his head proudly in the face of the constant ridicule surrounding him.
The Punishment Regiment is only used for land combat in the battle with the Gaians to reduce the casualties of the fleet's special forces. They are only allowed to be issued low-power land combat weapons, not even aircraft, just to prevent them from turning their guns.
At the mouth, these people can hardly be called Platonic soldiers. Naturally, they are not subject to military regulations, and they do not need any regimental headquarters to formulate careful plans. This is a real cannon fodder unit.
"Quiet! This is the last time I warn you!" Kalki shouted loudly.
In this army with extremely bad military discipline, this "white tiger" nobleman who pretended to establish order could only arouse everyone's disgust, and the soldiers continued to laugh at him.
"This is not the White Tiger Knights. Don't take yourself too seriously. You really think you are the supreme commander. We are all cannon fodder and must die." A black soldier sitting on the ground said nonchalantly while smoking.