Chapter 929

Jiang Pengji felt dizzy, like a rootless duckweed floating in the wide sea.

Liu Xi's body is an ordinary person after all. When he gets old, he will decline and become powerless, which Jiang Pengji can't resist.

It seems that Jiang Yan's voice of crying and Howling can be heard in his ears, as well as the shouts of officials, sincere or false.

That's all——

Confused with consciousness, Jiang Pengji only felt infinite regret in her heart and let the darkness engulf her consciousness.

I don't know how long later, she felt a sense of crisis. She jumped out of the attack subconsciously and surprised her quickly.

"Jiang Xiaojiu, your skill has retreated more than one or two points."

Who is it?

A strange woman's smiling voice came to her ears, and Jiang Pengji finally stabilized her figure.

It's dazzling——

The surrounding light was extremely bright and white, which made Jiang Pengji, who was used to darkness, particularly uncomfortable, and even shed physiological tears.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Pengji blurted out that she subconsciously used her interstellar mother tongue that she had not used for many years.

The woman tut Tut was surprised and said with a thorn, "tut Tut, it's just an injury. You even forgot your old boss?"

Old boss?

Jiang Xiaojiu?

Two unfamiliar and familiar words are put together, as if two hands were combined to open the dusty memory for many years.

It took her a long time to get used to the surrounding light, and she was stunned to find herself in the medical center of the Federal Military Region.

He raised his hand and looked at his arm. He was also wearing the blue and white sick clothes of the medical center.

What's going on?

She blinked quickly and almost didn't react until a person appeared in front of her.

Seeing each other's face clearly, Jiang Pengji subconsciously straightened her waist and gave a federal military salute, "see the chief!"

The other party stood in front of her, squinted slightly, and looked at her face with thoughtful eyes.

"Mental fluctuation is no problem." The other party said slowly, "otherwise, based on your recent performance, I doubt whether you have been maliciously occupied by others. You have been unconscious for three months since you recovered your life from serious injury. If you don't wake up again, the seventh Legion is afraid to parachute."

The human Federation is not harmonious, and there is a political struggle among various legions.

Jiang Pengji belongs to her department. If she doesn't wake up, who knows if an outsider will airborne to take over the seventh corps?

At that time, even if Jiang Pengji hopes to wake up, she may not wake up.

Because more people don't want her to wake up than want her to wake up.

After receiving the news that Jiang Pengji was seriously injured and comatose, the woman had to quickly interrupt her vacation and temporarily take over the seventh Corps.

"Hard work, old chief."

Jiang Pengji pressed her aching forehead with one hand. The memory in her mind made her unable to distinguish between reality and dream.

That life lasted for thirty or forty years, which was equivalent to the previous years.

After many years of absence, Jiang Pengji can only dig out shallow memories and recognize the woman in front of her as her old boss.

As for more... She still needs time to dig deep into her memory.

"No hard work, no hard work. You cancelled your sick leave earlier and came back to preside over the overall situation." The woman put her hands around her chest and leaned near the hospital bed. She half narrowed her eyes and said, "you've been more careful recently. The federal Marshal's election is approaching, and many people are bothering you."

"Marshal election?"

Jiang Pengji was stunned. Is there such a thing?

Wait - there seems to be such a thing.

The old leader in front of him retired from the seventh Legion. He was supposed to enter the house for a casual job. Who knows that the old Marshal has a genetic disease and won't live long. In order to stabilize the human federal political situation, the marshal election had to be held temporarily, and the old leaders were also on the list.

Jiang Pengji, as her successor, naturally belongs to her department.

Because Jiang Pengji was still in her early years, holding military power, she had a great weight on the current women's campaign for marshal.

As long as the dust of the Marshal's election is not settled, the undercurrent surging struggle will not end.

After sorting out the relevant memories, Jiang Pengji said, "don't worry, old chief, I will recover as soon as possible and take office again."

Her attitude was too obedient, but aroused women's suspicion.

You should know that Jiang Pengji has always been a thorn in the head. In those years, the woman still recommended Jiang Pengji vigorously under pressure before pushing her to the position of head of the seventh Corps. Even so, Jiang Pengji never restrained, and she was faint to her old leader.

What happened today?

"If only you knew." The woman shook her head and eased her tone. "Now that you've woke up, we're under less pressure. It's not urgent to return to your post. First exercise your skills to avoid being assassinated and don't know how to die."

Jiang Pengji felt that her skill had improved, but in the eyes of outsiders, she had retreated by 70% or 80%.

It's not surprising to be assassinated on the street with such weak skills.

The old chief helped Jiang Pengji stabilize the seventh corps and bought her time to adapt to the change.

More than a month has passed since Jiang Pengji fully recovered to her peak.

When she was discharged and returned to the Corps, she only left for half a year.

For long-lived interstellar humans, a small half year is no different from more than ten days.

However, Jiang Pengji's change stunned all the officers of the seventh Corps.

Have you seen the commander of the army quietly correcting documents?

In the past, I couldn't find anyone to sign. It all depends on my mood.

Have you ever seen an army commander who speaks peacefully without a thorn?

In the past, subordinates hid from her for fear that their bad deeds would be exposed and spread by the other party.

Have you ever seen a gentle, tolerant and dignified military commander?

In the past, subordinates saw her as if mice saw cats.

What happened to their leaders that changed so much?

"Is it love?"

This speculation spread like wildfire and even spread to Jiang Pengji's ears.

Jiang Pengji smiled, "although the news is not true, but... It's not groundless."

The marshal election was in full swing, and the situation within the Federation became more and more serious.

Jiang Pengji was too busy to think, like spinning a top.

When the election came to an end, more than half a year had passed, and the forces of the Federal Military were greatly purged.

Fortunately, the old boss passed the customs smoothly.

Otherwise, just by the voice of the old boss in the election, the new Marshal will not spare the officers of the old boss's department after taking office.

……

"These days, it's like a dream..."

Jiang Pengji blinked, looked at the old boss in Marshal's uniform, and sighed wearily.

The old boss smiled, "aren't you dreaming?"

Jiang Pengji was stunned for a moment and the other party said, "you know why your immediate boss handed over the seventh corps to you in order to retire. How can she participate in the marshal election? This dream is full of flaws. I didn't expect you to stay so long."

Jiang Pengji looked at each other's eyes, and her lazy expression became dull.

"What is this?"

"The old boss" smiled, "this is probably your subconscious hope before you die. I hope everything can be perfect."

"What about me?"

"Dead. But you still have a chance, but this is a gamble. If you win, you can be successful. If you lose, you will have nothing."

"How to bet?"

"Turning over and starting again is equivalent to giving you a chance to revive. However, your memory will be sealed. Everything will return to the starting point."

……

"OK, I bet!"