Chapter 302： Get off the horse

Salmu's face was sullen, and his eyes filled with anger. He was angry, hateful, anxious, and innocent. Who did the Rector Navy provoke? Isn't it just at the request of Governor Roger to rush to do battlefield support? jobs. In the final analysis, the main offensive force is the government army. Even if the rebels are looking for trouble, they should go to Melville and Roger Felit. Why are you angry with the navy?

Two reconnaissance satellites of kz-78 and kz-56 were damaged, 240 of them, and only one of the "Thunder Wings" of the two brigade came back. How could he afford such a large loss?

The disaster of innocence, this is the disaster of innocence at all, do you ask him to talk to someone to reason...

"Go... Colonel, how about? Do you still fight? The laser platform is still..."

The staff was only half talking, and Salmu over there was annoyed: "Rosaha, you idiot, fight? What to fight? The enemy has already kept your hands, you still go to provoke them, don’t fight if you have enough. I'm in the water."

"The enemy... keep your hands? What do you mean?" asked another goatee staff.

Salmu took a deep breath: "I don't need to say that you have seen the combat effectiveness of enemy fighters. Since they have ground-to-air weapons, why don't they send all fighters to space? Why only send 15 fighters and why target Quasi-kz-56 and kz-78 reconnaissance satellites. Not a laser weapon platform, a missile system platform, or even the Archangel? Have you thought about these?"

"Isn't it kz-78, kz-56 is the closest to the atmosphere?" Rosaha nodded self-righteously: "The laser platform, the missile platform, and the'Archangel' all have powerful close defense systems, depending on them..."

"You fart!" Before he could finish speaking, Salmu interrupted him with a loud shout: "If they send out all more than 40 fighters and attack the Archangel regardless of the loss, you think we have the ability to keep it." Archangel'?"

Rosaha was silent. Another staff member pondered: "Should we ask for the support of the garrisoned fleet?"

Without waiting for Salmu to speak this time, the goatee shook his head: "After knocking down our fighters, the enemy did not pursue them. If they were willing to kill us. How could they miss such a good opportunity. I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid they just want to give us a chance!"

"Get off the horse?" Rosaha was stunned.

"Yes, get off the hook." It was Salmu who replied. Governor Roger planned a "knock the mountain and shake the tiger." But the enemy took a counterattack and slapped the government with a slap. The Rector’s Army lost his wife and lost troops this time. Not only was his face swollen and his face was swollen, he was also disabled.

"So...the rebels aren't going to fight us to the death?" Rosaha blinked and looked puzzled.

"It shouldn't be wrong. The reason why they set their targets on the two reconnaissance satellites kz-56 and kz-78 must be that they hate being watched in every move. Give us a warning and let us not be nosy. Reconnaissance satellites It’s just cheap goods. The Archangel is the navy’s important combat unit. They did not pursue the victory, but didn’t want to push us too tight so as not to drag the Rector’s naval fleet into the vortex of war.”

Salmu turned his gaze to the "Wings of Thunder" on the big screen: "If my inference is correct, I am afraid this war will end soon."

"It's over? We've suffered such a big loss, so it's over if it's over?"

The goatee gave him a white look. "Continue to fight? Until Rector's army is completely lit up? Are you as stupid as Governor Roger?"

"Should they be allowed to be arrogant?" Rosaha arrogantly acted.

Salmu was too lazy to pay attention to him, turning his head and scanning the damage control unit. I happened to see the message that the electromagnetic storm subsided and the wireless network returned to normal. Immediately he looked straight and rushed downstairs to the equipment pool and shouted loudly: "The liaison officer. Edit all the combat images and pass them to the ground command. By the way, tell Melville that we can only help him get here."

...

When the data collected by the Space Command Division was transmitted back to the ground via the laser communication network, Waters, who received the Salmu Telecom, dropped a cup of steaming coffee directly on the ground: "Salmu's head-shrunk turtle, it’s almost Short-sighted!"

Melville remained silent, smoking his suffocating smoke. In any era, in any country, between different departments. Sincere cooperation can never be achieved. First, the Capital Military Region almost emptied half of its troops, and Salmu only lost two reconnaissance satellites. 240 "Thunder Wings", such battle damage to the space navy is only a drop in the bucket.

"Where is the Mountain Ghost Commando? Where is the Mountain Ghost Commando?" Waters was like a wounded beast. The roar was full of sadness and pain.

In the ten minutes or so since the laser communication network was established, all the bad news from the front lines were bad news except for the dead. The "Knock the Mountain and Shake the Tiger" operation failed, and it was completely defeated. At the moment, the government's only hope is to lie in ambush in the underground waterway and assault the mountain ghost commando of the Institute after the preparatory battle begins.

The correspondent shook his head with a frustrated expression: "Still no response..."

"What about the investigators sent to see?"

"nor."

"*!*!*!" Three consecutive curses, Waters seemed to have exhausted all his energy, and sat back on the sofa with a "poof".

He looked up and scanned the image of the "kz-78" satellite when it exploded, his eyes gradually getting colder: "Just launch a intensive missile attack on the institute and kill the rebels."

Melville remained silent, smoking his suffocating smoke.

At this moment, his brain almost lost the ability to think, and his thick lips pressed together. If you get close enough, you can hear a faint mosquito murmur: "My mountain ghost commando...my mountain ghost..."

Intensive missile attacks can indeed blow up the institute, but what about Professor Faraday? Would Governor Roger allow him to do this? If Lord Lancelot knew about this, I'm afraid he would be skinned.

"Tang Fang, Tang Fang... **** guy! If you let me see you, I must blow your head with a shot to dispel my hatred."

Just when Melville was lost and Waters secretly bet, suddenly. Lights and shadows flashed on the communication screen, and an Asian young man with a faint smile on his mouth appeared in front of everyone: "Yeah, good morning everyone."

"Captain Waters. Did you just say you want to blow my head with a shot?"

This...this...what's going on? More than 30 people in the command headquarters were stunned, and some of the officers stared at each other. "Who is this person? How could it suddenly appear on the screen of the communication device?"

"Don... Fang? It's you." Waters squeezed his fingers. Melville also got up from the sofa and stared at the guy on the screen who he wanted to eat his flesh and sleep his skin.

"Communication officer, what did you eat? Why is he here? How did he appear here!" Waters jumped into a thunder.

Melville gave him a hand: "Listen to what he said first."

"Make an appointment, make an appointment, how about everyone sit down and talk?" Tang Fang said with a smile on the communication screen.

"Sit down... have a chat?" Waters' lungs exploded, and this kid's army was almost crippled. The strength of an army in the capital military district. The two sides are already unshakable enemies, chat? What kind of **** to talk about? This is a provocation, definitely a provocation.

"Bad son, I must kill you!" Noble like Colonel Waters, he couldn't help but burst into a rough sentence. He felt that he was being tricked. The generals on his side racked their brains and tried their best to fight a war with 20 points of energy. That guy is so calm and calm, as if these people are the monkeys jumping up and down in the zoo. . But he was a tourist whistling and throwing bananas outside the cage.

Although Melville was full of resentment. But compared to Waters, self-control is still much stronger: "Good, time, place, people."

"Melville!" Waters turned his head, glaring wide.

"Waters, calm down, the safety of Professor Faraday is the most important thing. Don't blame me for not reminding you, if it is because of you that caused the professor to hug you, the Duke of Yadan will definitely send you there without hesitation' Celtic'."

Upon hearing this, Waters was like a discouraged ball. Faint instantly. If it is true that the Recto government’s proper handling of it, Faraday’s death occurred. In order to excuse the guilt, the Duke of Yadan will definitely find a scapegoat. He Waters finally waited until Dunbar Taylor lost power, but he couldn't ruin his bright future because of his anger.

Seeing the newly appointed Commander of the Capital Military Region calmed down his restlessness, Tang Fang nodded and said, "At noon, 15km south of the institute."

"Okay, see or leave." Melville gritted his teeth, then disconnected the communication.

Waters at the moment is like a fierce beast that chooses people to eat. His eyes are bloodshot. The army of more than 20,000 people has almost been lit up in just half an hour, and now it depends on the face of the opponent. This tm is called What's the matter! This is the first time he has been so useless for more than 30 years.

Melville was in a different mood from his, as if the last battle had wiped out all his self-confidence, and also wiped out the remaining sharpness. Now he has two eyes and a sallow complexion. Kind of haggard and dying feeling.

As a nobleman who just turned 50, he seemed to be 20 years old all of a sudden in just half an hour.

Waters is reckless, hasty, and sometimes plays some self-righteous cleverness. Although such a person is not enough to carry out a big task, it is better than a thick line and a rib. It will not be devastated by a temporary blow.

Melville is different. He has devoted a lot of time, effort, hope, and even feelings to the Mountain Ghost Commando. The mountain ghost commando is his pride, the pride of him alone. In terms of combat effectiveness, a squadron of 72-man mountain ghost commandos has a combat effectiveness comparable to the two mechanized infantry battalions of an ordinary armored division. Compared with the empire's recent sharp "Blood Wolf" warriors, it is not far behind.

However, after this battle, the glory is no longer, the pride is no longer. That guy named Tang Fang not only wiped out his troops, but also lost his confidence, courage, and dignity as a general.

Melville was not a qualified nobleman, but a responsible general. In the eyes of people like Waters, the army is just a tool to protect him and his aristocratic colleagues. It is a tool of extravagance and desirability. Soldiers, etc., can be recruited after death, equipped with or broken. Can be recreated.

After all, the so-called civilians are nothing more than a group of government-raised birth machines, not much different from cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs. It's nothing more than a different form of use. Cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs are domestic animals that are used to eat and eat, while civilians are slaves to be exploited, bullied, and enslaved, of course. If they have a beautiful daughter, it can also be used to satisfy the crotch desires of officials and nobles. After all, in such a social environment. Men are scarce, and the rich marry three wives and four concubines. It can not only help them improve their lives, but also promote social harmony and political stability.

Therefore, nobility is indispensable, it benefits the country and the people, and contributes to social development and progress. In the words of some experts and scholars with the huge "loyal" printed on their heads, the quality of the civilians in Monya is still low, and some people must lead them forward. This will ensure the long-term stability of the society, and these so-called "some people" are the nobles, high-ranking officials, and of course, their descendants who can call the wind and rain in the political arena of the empire.

In the eyes of people like Waters, as long as Monya does not fall and the "Celtic" glory is everywhere, the class game will reincarnate from generation to generation, and the slaves will remain slaves forever. The king is always king.

Unlike Waters, Melville is more like a swordsman, and the Mountain Ghost Commando is his craftsmanship. A sharp blue front that is often polished.

The sword is there, and the sword is dead. This is the spirit of the swordsman, and it is also Melville's way of governing the army. Now that his sword has been broken, the heart that was the general will naturally pass away.

"The liaison officer, report the results of this battle to Governor Roger." He ordered listlessly. Melville sat back on the sofa and took another cigarette out of the pack. The fire was ignited and sucked mouth by mouth.

Just a few minutes of effort. The cigarette butts on the ground have accumulated a thick layer...

...

Quentin Island, west of Sulawian Palace, in a bedroom with a medieval Victorian style.

The crystal chandelier sprinkled a soft light on the exquisite carpet, and the antique cabinets were piled with brightly colored silver ornaments. The warm and cold colors reflected on the milky white wall, and the whole room was filled with tulips. Rich fragrance.

The morning sun shines on the head of the bed through the silk screens, giving it a lazy smell.

There is no doubt that this is a luxuriously styled room full of noble atmosphere. The owner of the room should be a noble, elegant and arrogant, with a pink and white neck raised like a white swan.

The beautiful maids of Sulawia Palace usually don't clean this room in the morning, because Viscount Roger hates someone to interrupt him to rest, even beautiful women.

Today is different from usual. The Governor-General woke up very early, not because he was on the front line, but because there was a woman lying on his bed, a middle-aged beautiful woman in her 40s who was still charming and charming.

The noble Viscount Roger and the noblewoman Kunna Austin had a secret issue. Few people in the Rector noble circle didn't know it, but everyone didn't tell it.

Elegance is used to describe aristocratic behavior, while erosion is used to describe aristocratic life.

The son became Lao Tzu's concubine, Lao Tzu became the daughter-in-law's maid, and the old woman seduce a strong groom... All these, * and carnal desire have always been the themes of aristocratic life. When wealth is at your fingertips, then only women can be pursued. As a nobleman and a celebrity, his taste is naturally much heavier than ordinary people, and his tricks are more complicated.

At this moment, the Viscount did not press the horses and the whip on the female chief's belly, nor did he stretch his figure, lying on the soft and warm bed and letting the woman gallop.

He was leaning on his side, with his entire head buried in Kunna Austin's chest that had undergone orthopedic surgery, with a little pink in his mouth, sucking something hard.

Gudong, Gudong...

"Good son, does mother's milk smell good?"

"Fragrant..." the governor replied gruffly, cleverly like a baby.

Kunna Austin touched his face fondly, tidied up the ruffled baby hat on the head of the governor, chuckled and said, "My good son, eat, the sun is out, and my mother is about to get up and work. "

"No, no..." The governor squirmed like a baby, *squirting milk sprinkled everywhere. On the bed, face, bedding...

Snapped!

The female chief slapped the governor's white flower on the ass: "Naughty again!"

The Governor twisted his **** and pouted: "Mom, it's hard..."

"Chuck, cluck, dear son, come, let Mom take a look..." The woman kissed Roger Feilt affectionately, and touched her slender right hand downward.

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"Want to let it come out?" Kunna Austin smiled, and there was no obscenity, no disgust in her eyes, only the maternal brilliance that was truly moving.

"Yeah." The governor looked up at her and nodded shyly.

Kunna leaned to his ear, bit her earlobe lightly, and asked softly, "What do you want mom to do?"

The governor did not speak, but his right hand slowly descended, scraping across the chest, across the smooth lower abdomen, winding all the way and continuing downward.

"Eat, eat, eat..." Kunna Austin chuckled for a while, then straightened Viscount Roger's body, turned on his horse, and waited to help the dragon into the cave. At this moment, a red glow flashed on the mirror frame at the other end of the room, and a mail icon appeared in the center of the mirror.

The Governor slowly opened his eyes, the shame on his face receded, his expression changed from frivolous to serious, and he straightened up slowly, walked naked to the opposite mirror, and clicked the mail icon casually. (To be continued)