It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

The landing ship had been contained in Ishtar's belly, the hatch closed slowly, and the landing platform slowly rose from below.

After the landing cabin door opened, this time, Major General Troll did not hesitate and went straight out. He was still thinking about how to mute with Major Troll's Mute, and quickly followed.

After getting off the landing ship, I saw Lieutenant Colonel Viale taking the lead. Two rows of tall tall young officers lined up on both sides, clenching their fists and placing their salutes on the chest.

Subsequently, Lieutenant Colonel Via stepped forward, letting out his right hand, bowed his head slightly in front of Troll to show respect.

"Lord Major General."

He shouted respectfully.

Troll glanced at Via with no expression on his face, but just a quiet hum.

"His Majesty, regarding the conquest of the Guna Galaxy—"

Via's words were only halfway there, and Robin, who was behind him, had already followed, stopping in front of Via to speak.

"BoSS must have been tired for so long, right? BoSS, it's been five or six days. You see, you need to take care of yourself, too?"

As he said this, Via took a moment, seemed to react, and then stood aside silently.

Robbin hurriedly winked at Mute next to him, and Mute responded immediately.

Looking at Robin's expression, it seems that no one else knows about Major General's amnesia. Robin was worried that Major General's problem could not respond for a while, so he interrupted Via's words. Presumably, Viagra also reacted, and then she kept silent.

Now Robin asked him to accompany Major General back to the room, I am afraid he also brought Major General who did not know Lu back.

Mute looked up to Major General Troll, and compared to the few who secretly worried about him, the major general as the Lord was much calmer than them, standing there with a look of calmness, and he could not see anything wrong. .

But that's okay, at least it doesn't make people see anything.

... Well, speaking, I haven't showered for five or six days.

Suddenly thinking about it, Mute suddenly felt itchy, and no longer thought about it, and dragged Major General Troll back to the major general's suite at the top of the ship in a hurry.

After a long while, the refreshed teenager lay on the comfortable sofa in the hall, only to feel that his whole body's bones had been softened, and he just wanted the whole person to be paralyzed on the bed like this Not up.

He was lying on the sofa, with his side on his face, half of his face pressed against the sofa, his eyes half open, a look of laziness.

When Major General Troll entered the room after bathing, he saw what Mute looked like.

The major general did not directly put on casual short-sleeved shorts like Mute, but was still wearing a brand-new military uniform. He sat down on the sofa and looked down at the teenager who squinted lazily beside him. His eyes softened.

Mute lay on his side, half of his face fell into the sofa, and the soft black hair was scattered on the sofa.

Major General Troll reached out, palms covering the teenager's upward cheek.

The skin touched by the palm was soft and warm. His fingertips with thin cocoons peeked into the lacquered black hair, and the motion gently slipped through Mute's hair.

The knuckled fingers gently combed the juvenile's curly hair.

The boy squinted his eyes, and his slender eyelashes moved a little, seemingly comfortable, like a kitten that was comfortably smooth, and the dark and bright eyeballs turned slowly and slanted and stunned the major general.

The dark blue eyes hung down looking at the boy, his eyes were extremely soft.

With a bang, a light curtain suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, and Colonel Qingfa's face appeared in the light curtain.

"Major General, if you are free now, I have something to report to you."

He paused, frowning, a little anxious under his eyes.

"With regard to the question of the Guna galaxy, Her Majesty the Emperor has only given us fifteen days, and now almost half of the time has passed, you ..."

Speaking of which, he seems to think that these majors are not very useful to the major general who has lost memory, and can only sigh lowly.

"In short, I'm afraid to meet and discuss this in detail. I'll let Robin pick you up. Please come to the Chamber first."

After dark blue eyes stared at Via in the light curtain for a while, Major General Troll nodded.

The light curtain snapped shut, the major general thought for a moment, and turned to look at Mute, who was still lying on his back, his dark eyes blinking at him.

"What does it mean to conquer the Guna galaxy?"

Major General Troll asked.

"Uh, there is a local rebellion called the Guna Galaxy. Well, the emperor asked you as a major general to calm down the rebellion. It only gave you fifteen days. It seems that if you ca n’t do it, you will be charged. . But you had an accident when you set off, and you forgot all the previous ones, and you forgot about it, yes, it ’s been five or six days, so Lieutenant Colonel Via must be anxious now. Now. "

Mute said, sitting up to the major general's side, and waving a hand, a small light curtain appeared in front of both of them.

With a few quick hands on the virtual light curtain, a galaxy map appeared on the light curtain.

"Look, this is the galaxy. I only know its address here. You have more information in the information ring than I do. I remember that you started to look at the information of this galaxy before the emperor ordered it. I wonder if you have already Knowing that the emperor will arrange you to go ... uh, not to mention this, I think, otherwise, you first look at the information you have saved? Think about what to do? "

He hesitated, closed the galaxy map, put down his hand, and looked at the major general and continued, "If you don't remember how to fight, you don't want to go? Really, just tell the emperor that you are sick and will fight. How about giving it to someone else? "

The black-haired major general did not snor. He was still sitting on the sofa, then raised his hand to open the ring of information on his wrist.

A light curtain appeared in front of him, and with his thoughts, countless data related to the Guna galaxy quickly jumped on the light curtain.

The character was beating very fast on the light curtain, dazzling, but when the rows of characters passed by the dark blue pupil, they were already imprinted in the man's brain.

He absorbed all the data related to this galaxy at a terrible speed, and quickly calculated in his mind the way to fight the galaxy with the least cost and time.

Although he did not fight the real war like the real Major General Troll, but in his decades of cruel training, commanding the team in the universe is the most important course, and often through simulation The device carries out simulation and simulation operations. He can survive to the end, and naturally he is the best among them. Such a small-scale interstellar campaign is not difficult for him.

When the information that Major Robin asked to meet was transmitted by the intelligent brain that controlled the room, he had already recorded the data related to the Guna galaxy in this very short time.

Closing the light curtain, he let Zhinao open the door and let Robin enter.

He just wanted to stand up and suddenly remembered something. He sat still and turned to look at the people around him.

As he looked through the information, Mute didn't know when he slept heavily again, just sitting there, leaning his head on his shoulder and leaning on his upper body.

The slender eyelashes cast a light shadow on that still childish face. The stretched eyebrows looked like a pure child. The pale lips were slightly open, making a light breathing sound.

He looked at Mute's sleeping face and looked down.

Mute's hand was hanging down, and he saw the silver-blue metal ring on the teenager's wrist, refracting a cool luster.

As soon as Robbin entered the door, he was about to speak, but was gestured by his BoSS. He quickly shut his eyes and watched his BoSS hug the child who was sleeping soundly on the BoSS.

He saw BoSS carry Mute into the bedroom, put it on the large, soft bed, and stared at the child's sleeping face for a while before turning around and going out.

"lead the way."

At the door, Major General spoke.

Robin is of course leading the way.

Alas.

As the red-haired major led the way, he couldn't help talking in his stomach.

BoSS's eyes, his movements ... Alas, who sees who knows.

What about good amnesia?

Wouldn't it be more unsightly than before?

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Under Robin's leadership, Major General Troll soon came to the small chamber. Via was already waiting for him there. As soon as he saw him, he bowed slightly and saluted, and immediately brought up the business.

Via quickly explained the current situation, which is basically what Mute told him not long ago, but in more detail.

Probably because of his memory loss, Via clearly showed a bit of anxiety when speaking, apparently worried that he would not be able to complete His Majesty's orders within the time limit.

Although His Majesty's troops marched towards the Guna galaxy according to their original goals, they will soon arrive, and Isutar began to jump at full speed after arriving in the appropriate zone of the universe soon, and can also reach the battlefield within a day or two. However, Major General Troll lost his memory, and whether he can properly command the battle is a worrying issue.

Although he can conduct command on behalf of the major general, if he does so, he will not say that other generals at the same level will feel uncomfortable or unwilling to obey his orders, and he is not confident that he can surrender the Guna galaxy within the period of seven or eight days. .

During this time, Lieutenant Colonel Via had been worried about this. Not only did the current blue shadow not only improve because he was looking for a major general, but he became a little bit worse.

However, all his concerns disappeared after tens of minutes.

What Major Troll said in tens of minutes dispelled all his doubts.

His Majesty Major is His Majesty.

Via looked at Major General Troll with respectful eyes, thinking.

Even with amnesia, the sharp combat style has not changed at all.

Even if I forget everything, but the battle instinct is already imprinted in the bones, and there is still a kind of sensitivity and control on the battlefield that ordinary people cannot match.

As soon as the doubts subsided, Via immediately revived and reported to the major general all the events that have happened so far, including the various preparations for the battle, the current fleet status, and the time of arrival at the Guna galaxy. .

Major General Black Hair glanced at the information ring in his hand while listening.

From a moment ago, a small light curtain with a large slap on the edge of the information ring has been emerging, and the positioning device has been turned on. He can clearly see where the other twin ring is, and the green light point flashes. For a moment, he remained quietly in place.

Presumably the child was sleeping heavily.

The endless starry sky, Isutar slowly sailed forward.

The stars, the sea, and the silver-blue ship are in front of an endless future.

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In the hundreds of meters deep underground, the cold metal dungeon is still bright as day.

The brightness was so extreme that it gave people a sense of bewilderment that became blank and felt dazzling for no apparent reason.

The empty, abandoned institute was terribly quiet, and the only thing it could hear was a slight breathing.

The silver-white handcuffs were locked in the hands and feet of Major General Black Hair. The thick chain extended out, and the ends melted on the metal floor to integrate with the floor.

The vertical laser bar flashed in front of him, Major General sitting quietly against the icy wall, with one hand resting on his erected knee. The chains on the wrists and feet were intertwined, reflecting the light to the extreme.

He lowered his head, his forehead resting on the arm resting on his lap, and his dark hair scattered from the front of his arm.

His face was pale and horrible, and his cold lips were not **** at the moment. The long-term lack of water caused his lips to crack through a small amount of blood, and they became very dry.

Food and water have not been replenished for five or six days in a row, especially the dripping water has not been stained for several days. Even if he is as strong as he is, he has reached the edge of running out of oil.

His face was dim, with a tinge of shame that had never been seen before, but the pair of dark blue pupils were still dreadfully bright in the bright room, like the deep blue frozen in the deep sea glaciers. Color gems, sharp and scorching.

Not far from him was a screen turned on, another that he had not intentionally turned off before leaving.

On the picture is a clear layer of untouched ruins-the place where the landing ship landed not long ago.

He was imprisoned in a deep underground prison. He watched that person replace himself through this screen. He boarded the ship as a ‘Major Major General’ and was surrounded by the crowd, leaving him in the air.

Even when he saw Robin and others bow their heads to that person, his gaze was just a little faint.

Only when Mute was holding the person's hand, the dark blue pupil flickered, and the dry and cracked lips creaked, and the cracked mouth pulled a bit of blood, seeping him. Shadow over face.

The major general pursed his lips, his eyes slightly cold, with traces of pain beyond words.

He looked at the distant screen with such eyes, watched Mute hold the hand of the man with the same face as him and entered the landing ship with the person, watching the landing ship rise into the air, and left this place. Planet.

The man looked down in the cold and silent underground prison.

The scattered hair tips cast a heavy shadow over his eye socket, and only the cracked lips were tight.

He dropped his head, and the hair on the back of the neck slipped off the sides of the neck, exposing the back of the neck, perhaps because the skin was too white, and the traces of pale blue blood vessels under the skin were almost faintly visible.

The pale blue blood vessels inexplicably gave people a sense of uneasiness at first glance.

The major general's eyes were still terribly bright, but the shadows deepened a little, making his eyes even colder.

The hands dangling from the knees were slowly clenched, and the knuckles of the knuckles were slightly tightened to the extreme, making a slight crunch of the phalanx.

He sat clearly in the bright room, but it seemed to be covered by invisible shadows, with a gloomy atmosphere, which made him unable to see his expression at this moment.

He was still sitting there quietly, his eyes frosty, but his whole body seemed to have invisible sharp thorns spreading out, forming a substantial sharp edge.

Something invisible spread out from his body, slowly swallowing the only warmth in the air, letting the temperature around him drop a little ...

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There was a sudden rush of footsteps in the silent room.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was extremely clear because of the quietness in the underground corridor and the echoes reflected from the walls on both sides.

Someone rushed through the narrow corridor, and even the violent gasp caused by intense activity was clear.

Then, the sound of gurgling sounded like boiling water.

The laser bar imprisoned by Major Black Hair flickered twice, disappearing in the air.

The comer stood by the corridor, and beside him, the cold blue laser blade was heavily inserted into the control device of the metal wall, and the laser blade with the light wave flowing and the metal current exploded and sparked.

And the young man who pierced the control device with a laser sword still held the hilt of his sword in his right hand, stood there, breathing shortly, and his chest was undulating. The intense movement approaching his physical limit made his face red.

With his right hand raised high, the sleeves slipped down, his wrists exposed, and there was nothing on it.

The dark-eyed boy stood there, blocking the bright light of the room, although he was not tall, but the light came obliquely, pulling the child's shadow for a long time.

A long shadow was projected on the black major general who looked up at Mute.

The shadow of the teenager clearly fell on the major general's face, and also fell into the dark blue pupil, but the darkness in his eyes when he saw Mute for a moment suddenly faded away.

Obviously the shadow was projected on him, and a shadow fell on him, but the shadow gathered on him at this moment seemed to disappear as much as the water melted--

The teenager let go of the laser sword inserted on the metal wall and the electric current exploded, and turned his head.

Because it was against the light, the light came from behind Mute, making it difficult to see the expression on Mute's face at this moment.

But on the small half of the cheek exposed in the light, a drop of sweat could be clearly seen flowing down the cheek, and it slipped onto the teenager's chin.

The next second, just as the teenager turned, the sweat splashed into the air.

As soon as Mute turned, he bent his knees and squatted in front of Major Troll.

A bag of light red liquid was taken out of his arms, and he tore it open quickly, bringing the torn mouth to the lip of Major General's chapped lips.

Troll looked at the boy squatting in front of him. The child was still breathing shortly, his forehead was slightly wet with sweat, and his lips were opened for gasping, exhaling.

Even in the dark of the backlight, the boy's dark eyes were as bright as shimmering.

The child looked at him nervously, worriedly.

The mouth of the torn bag was next to his lips, and a drop of pale red liquid seeping from the mouth soaked on his lips, nourishing his chapped lips.

He and the pair of figures who looked at him looked anxiously at his dark pupils.

He didn't go to see the bag of nutrient solution that had collected on his lips.

He reached out his hand, and the chains hanging from his wrists collided with a crisp metallic impact. He held the child's back neck with his hand, and with a little force on his finger, he pressed the child's head down.

Silky, cold black hair brushed gently from the tip of Mute's nose, wide open.

The lips that were cracked and roughened due to lack of water were pressed on the boy's slightly soft lips with a kind of indecision that was rough or gentle--