Chapter 606： Joy begets sadness

Surbaggio's words are not harsh, on the contrary, there is a calming taste, but in the ears of the people below, there is a feeling like a light on the back.

Everyone knows that he asked the chef to come here not for the question of whether the food is delicious or not. Generally speaking, he feels a bit uncomfortable not to experience the **** massacre on the Organ Coast. He wants the chef to come and help the fun, so that everyone here can be more interesting and learn. How to cooperate with him.

"Lord, the food is delicious, you don't need to call the chef."

Scott Horner quickly picked up the knife and fork and put a small piece of foie gras on the plate in front of him into his mouth, showing an expression of enjoyment.

In fact, the food is not delicious, or the atmosphere of the scene is destined to make people tasteless.

Surbaggio lay on the back of the chair, letting the soft light from the ceiling shone on his face, it was clear that there was an extremely gloomy atmosphere, like an ancient vampire.

Steinbell did not speak, but only gently picked up the knife and fork. When he was preparing to cut the dishes on the plate, the fork slipped from the palm of his hand and fell on the edge of the plate with a ding sound, which interrupted Scottrade’s refusal and beat Breaking Creston's hesitation, he swallowed the saliva in his mouth vigorously, making the squirming of his throat the only dynamic element on the dining table.

Surbaggio raised his hand to stop the waiter from moving, and the smile on his lips bloomed like a black mandala.

Only at such a moment can he feel his existence and find the meaning of life.

That comes from the fear and awe of others, like the relationship between God and mortals.

Before, he just wanted to replace Congreve and become the one standing at the pinnacle of the Dukedom. Now... he was no longer satisfied with this, he thought of a more challenging goal that would excite him. He wants to become the **** in the eyes of others... As for whether it is a good **** or an evil god, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that all animals must look up at him and welcome him with a humble posture.

Steinbell picked up the shiny silver fork with a slightly trembling hand, not daring to look up at Sulbaggio.

Even if he is older than that man. But found that there is no way to truly be calm. Surbaggio dares to humiliate the old ministry of these old dukes in this way, and in the future dare to use more cruel and **** methods against anyone who dares to say "no" to the ruling policy of the Knar family.

This is a retrogression of civilization, something the old duke did not want to see.

But... he couldn't stop it, because the more he resisted, the more tyrannical emotions in his bones would be aroused. Meng Haoyu and McDowell were a lesson for the past. Today the blood can stain the organ coast red, and tomorrow the blood can cover the entire "Aitiya".

Surbaggio came to power, it was the misfortune of "Aitiya", the misfortune of the duke to lead all the civilians, and the misfortune of this era.

Revolution and restoration are repeated like night and day. Continuous rebirth and alternation.

Regarding these, he is very helpless, as a general who is hard to protect himself, what qualifications do he have to insist on his position.

He is not qualified, and Creston is also not qualified, because they are all defeated by the young duke.

No one at the moment would describe the man at the end of the table as "stubbornness". Being self-sufficient and good at hiding and clumsy, on the surface they are two different words, but they are put on Surbaggio. But they blend together perfectly.

Stanbell planned to abandon the struggle, and said in his heart: "Let him go." Since the old prince passed away, their old men would return to the mountains and forests. It is the general trend, but also forced by helplessness.

He put the knife and fork back in place, wanted to admit his failure, and offered to resign. Just as he was about to wink Crestton, he found that the deputy commander of the garrisoned naval fleet was not looking at him. Not on Sulbaggio, but on the huge glass window in front of the dining table. Looking at the other side of the starry sky, his mouth opened slightly. A complicated light flashed in his eyes.

He subconsciously followed Creston's line of sight and saw a group of lights blooming under the dark void, very brilliant.

"What is that! Enemy attack?"

Scott's shout awakened Surbaggio, who was immersed in the thrill of being interrupted. If the follow-up effect of that shout is of no value, he will let the major general to taste the anger of the gods. The taste.

He turned his head and looked behind him. After about 3 breaths, he stood up from the red high-backed chair, his face turned from gloomy to violent, and shouted, "What happened?"

He likes to be pure, and he likes all the darkness that seems to be pure because of him, and he hates others to set off fireworks when he eats. The darkness that will paint the cold is a provocative behavior.

He hates fireworks, and even more hates making Knar family battleships into fireworks, because it's not just a provocation, it's a naked face slap.

At the moment when Surbaggio was burning with anger, the security door opened, and the staff officer who had left shortly walked up to him in a panic, and whispered: "Lord, the military port is attacked by an unknown enemy. D-103 patrols. The team fought fiercely with the enemy."

Attacked by the enemy? Golding Naval Port was attacked? In "Aladel"? Turanx United Kingdom hinterland?

Everyone present was dumbfounded as long as their ears were okay. They felt that this was more like a joke. Someone ran into the Golding Naval Port where the Amber Fleet was garrisoned with the "Aradère" navy. Isn't this looking for death?

But the fast-expanding flames outside and the fast passing brilliance showed that all this was happening in reality. Someone was indeed attacking the military port and rode on Sulbaggio's head to **** during such a sensitive period.

Stanbell and Creston looked at each other, did not speak, and each straightened their spine slightly, waiting for Surbaggio's response.

Scott Horner and several other senior officers in the fleet were neither sitting nor standing. It was very uncomfortable as there was an oven underneath the buttocks.

Surbaggio asked with a sullen face: "Is it Tang Fang, is it him?"

Except for the Tang Fang of "Dillard", he really couldn't think of anyone else who had the courage to do such a thing. It happened that the bio-warship appeared in "Aitiya" not long ago and also hijacked Philips and the old Benny. .

But isn't that guy "Aitia"? How could it pass through the blockade of the Edward Fleet silently?

Is this really good? Aren't you afraid to cause hostility in Turanx? The Star Alliance, the Sulu Empire, and the Monya Empire are involved in the vortex of war because of him. If the Turanx United Kingdom is involved, the life of the Star Alliance will definitely be uncomfortable. Would a smart person like him be so confused?

Surbaggio could make the decision to "use Captain Tang’s head to sacrifice the flag while he was sick", but he could not accept that the other party came to his door to make trouble because he felt that he was a wise man. Look at what you have done in the past. He is also a smart man.

Since he is both a smart person, his judgment of the international situation should not be too deviated. If he were placed on Captain Tang's position, he would definitely not do so.

If it were only to blow up the old duke's body and rob the prison, Turanx United Kingdom would most verbally condemn it. But if Captain Tang treats "Aradel" like "Mubarak", it will surely start a new war, and even Henryetta's obstruction cannot prevent the domestic princes from raising troops for revenge.

No one knows whether he will become the next Harrington Harris, or the next Congreve Knell, for the organization that can subvert the power structure of the Silombel region. Only when it is completely eliminated can the hearts of the powerful and powerful in various countries be at ease. At that time, even the Star Alliance could not keep him.

Therefore, Surbaggio stubbornly believed that Captain Tang would not treat "Aradel" like "Mubarak" in any way, and that would bring a crisis of destruction to "Morning Star Casting".

This kind of cognition gave rise to the idea that he could kill Captain Tang, and Captain Tang would kill him by killing him.

Based on this, he thinks he can't do too much. You can pluck the hair on both sides of Tang Tiger's mouth as you like, and the other party sneezes up to two and roars a few times. Definitely dare not bite him to death.

But... who would have thought that Tang really did that.

He naturally didn't know that Tang Fang would save Zhou Ai's life, not to mention a Turanx United Kingdom, even if he was an enemy of the entire Silembel region, he would not hesitate.

However, just when Surbaggio determined that Tang Fang had done it, the staff officer said, "No... I don't know."

do not know? He actually said that he didn't know. The young duke really wanted to slap the staff officer and was beaten to his door. I didn't even know who the enemy was, so I dared to do so. Is there anyone else besides the guy surnamed Tang?

The staff officer saw Surbaggio’s angry face, and he distinguished loudly: "It’s... our unmanned defense facilities... They... They seem to have been invaded and attacked the patrol fleet instead, so I don’t know. Did Tang Fang do it?"

The voice was so loud that everyone at the table could hear it clearly.

A staff officer of the Amber Fleet stood up from his chair, waiting for Surbaggio's order, followed by Scott Horner, and other senior officers of the fleet.

A row of dense fire lights lit up at the end of the glass window, and the burst of light radiation instantly blocked the sky full of stars.

It was the air thunder that spread around Xinggang and was collectively detonated, turning the gloomy space into a sea of ​​red fireworks.

Surbaggio said with a sullen face: "Go." And the staff officer walked outside the door.

Although the true identity of the enemy is not known yet, 80% is related to Tang Fang.

Scott and the high-ranking fleet officers followed closely, and hurried to the military port command center.

Stanbell didn't move. When the officers walked away, they cut a piece of beef filled with truffle juice from the plate with a knife and fork on the table and put them into their mouths, chewing hard, making a very impolite "chap" sound.

"Well, it tastes good, although it's a bit cold." He looked at Creston across from him and said, "Why don't I remember Kurdish has such a craft, I have never eaten such a delicious steak before."

Kurdish is the personal chef of the Duke of Congreve. Since the death of the old Duke, he has been arranged by Surbaggio to take care of his daily diet. When Congreve was alive, he often had dinners with these generals, and Steinbell had a deep understanding of the chef, including his cooking style.

Creston looked at his face and said, "Because he changed the owner."

"Oh." Steinbel said: "It's such a reason." After a pause, "Don't you taste it?"

"Why didn't you eat it just now?" He said, Creston put a large piece of foie gras dining fork into his mouth and chewed it carefully, his face seemed to be enjoying the lover's caress.

Stanbell greeted the waiter who was leaving and staying and filled the glass in front of him with precious wine. Looking at the rosy red remaining in the goblet in front of Sulpaggio's seat, he said, "I'm hungry..."

"Hungry?" Creston sneered.

Steinbell picked up the napkin spread on the edge of the table and dipped the caviar from the corners of his lips: "I am more used to being a satiated ghost than a starving ghost."

Creston said again: "Since you know you will die, are you so happy?"

Stember said: "Because someone will accompany me to death."

"Are you sure?"

"If he had to leave, he should have left'Aradele'. Why wait until now."

"Your mind like this is treason, and if that person knows it, it is a great sin for the Nine Clan."

"Aren't you the same?"

Creston laughed loudly, looked at the extreme light outside the window, and said, "I like this turning point."

Steinbell drank the wine in the glass and burped long. Said: "I like this transition too."

The light from outside the window reflected bursts of frosty white in the entire room, and the long dining table only had two people left to drink. It was very poetic, and it could also be said to be an emotional atmosphere.

The waiter still didn't know what to do, wanted to go but didn't dare to go. Want to stay but dare not stay, like a child who has done something wrong.

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The d-103 patrol, a disciplinary knight-class destroyer, was ejected by the near-defense rapid-fire gun array and swept the port side armor into a hornet's nest. This is not enough to sink it, it can only cause some serious injuries.

If these injuries can continue to accumulate, it will eventually sink. It is a pity that the magnetic rail cannon on the bow of the disciplinary knight destroyer fired several magnetic rail projectiles in the first time, hitting the unmanned near-defense rapid-fire gun turret, exploding a huge crater bursting with light.

The heat generated by the impact ignited the ammunition depot, bursting with a bright light, and then slowly shrank after a few breaths. Belong to silence.

Not far away, a double-linked magnetic rail gun shot out one front and one back two brilliance, accurately hit the tail of a missionary-class frigate, smashing the two propellers. The shock wave and thermal radiation caused by the explosion counteracted the power system, causing the main engine to go out, the pressurized cabin and the energy transmission duct ignited, and the hull could only swing left and right in the void under the action of the auxiliary injector, like an uncontrollable leg Drunkard.

Another wave of projectiles struck with tungsten-caliber projectiles hitting the antenna base of the ship island, shooting out fragments. Sparks sparked one after another on the armor of the hull.

The missionary-class frigate is like a bouquet of flowers ravaged by the wind, and every time it hits, it will eject large and small metal fragments. Accompanied by divergent fire and gunpowder smoke away.

Finally, after ushered in a dazzling light storm. It stepped into death completely, turned into a mass of wreckage and went away, leaving countless fragments along the way, flying around at a very slow speed.

At this moment, a thick flash of light pierced the void, like a silver-blue long sword from outside the sky, instantly pierced through the dual magnetic track fort, dismembering it into countless metal wrecks draped in molten fluid. During the flight, it slowly cooled, darkened, and completely merged into the dark space.

The flashlight comes from space-based plasma cannons. Such powerful turrets generally have personnel on duty. They rarely work in unmanned mode, which makes them powerful comrades in the d-103 patrol team.

No one knows why the small and medium-sized space-based plasma weapons working in unmanned mode suddenly changed, attacking the d-103 patrol fleet, and even the wireless communication with the military port was suddenly interrupted, and it was not restored until the laser communication mode was activated. normal.

Some node facilities tried to send off-line commands to space-based defense facilities working in unmanned mode. The results were all in vain. Almost all functional facilities based on wireless communication methods were paralyzed. Soldiers can only choose to attack those unmanned defense facilities that are offensive, because only in this way can they survive.

This is an extremely depressing thing that can vomit blood for it. Various unmanned facilities used to deal with external threats have actually become the chief culprits for ruining one's own warships.

Many grassroots commanders can't help but scold their mothers in the communication frequency band. More people can't figure out what is going on. Who has the ability to crack the military's heavily encrypted communication keys and hijack unmanned defense platforms.

Missiles with tail flames of varying lengths are flying all over the sky, and classic artillery and electromagnetic cannons of different calibers are splashing rainy projectilesPlasma cannons, laser cannons, and particle weapons shoot out a dazzling neon that cuts the night sky. There are also all kinds of air thunders distributed in regions, like firecrackers set off to celebrate the day, bursting into groups of dazzling brilliance.

Not only the d-103 patrol fleet was attacked, but also the d-105, d-108 and other warship groups that performed patrol missions around the space channel near the military port. Almost all of the more than 300 warships are in combat, but their enemies are many small and medium-sized unmanned platforms on their side.

Looking from a distance, Golding Naval Harbor seemed to be thrown into a cauldron full of oil.

When the loss of the patrol unit belonging to the "Aradère" garrisoned naval fleet continued to rise, Surbaggio brought Scott Horner and others to the military port command center.

A combat staff officer stepped forward to briefly describe the situation on the battlefield, and led several people to the combat command platform.

The intelligence officer distinguished the unmanned facilities around Xinggang from the manned facilities and the patrols of the garrisoned naval fleet, marked them, and displayed the real-time situation of the battlefield on the electronic sand table.

Surbaggio's face no longer smiled, as gloomy as rain clouds on the horizon. (To be continued)