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"Mr. President, it's time for us to leave." At Milok No. 6 Airport, an adviser to the President's Office walked through the empty berth to President Flavio, and said softly.
Flavio waved his hand.
The consultant opened his mouth, but finally stopped persuading him. He just sighed and walked towards the waiting crowd.
The starlight is like frost, sprinkled in the silent airport, a vast expanse of whiteness. Except for this small group of people on the pier and Flavio standing quietly beside the berth, the huge airport was empty.
The prosperity of the past has disappeared without a trace.
Spaceships passing through in peaceful times, busy loading and unloading robotic arms, galloping railcars, bustling tourists, smiling airline staff, bouncing children holding their parents' hands
The picture of the peaceful era faded away. War broke out and it turned into a busy military base again.
The majestic and mighty federal warships slowly sailed to the berth with the guiding ship, and the heroic space navy officers and soldiers stood on the bow like javelins, entering the port to salute.
The guides on the ground were holding flags and shouting semaphore quickly, and the ground staff rushed to and fro. Fighter planes, like proud eagles, sailed past the pier and boarded the mothership hangar one after another. Squads of army soldiers driving mechas passed by here in high spirits, and walked onto the deck of the transport ship.
Year after year, month after month, day after day.
The bustling scene seems to be still in front of our eyes, the military songs during the expedition, the crying of the farewell crowd and the affectionate exhortations seem to be still in our ears, but there is only a deserted place here.
The waiting hall of the airport has become desolate and dilapidated. Thousands of port berths are empty, and only one or two dilapidated small patrol ships are parked. The non-working automatic mechanical arm was drooping silently by the pier, and the non-working rail car was also parked beside it, and the carriage was covered with dust.
Flavio stood quietly on the empty pier, looking up at the starry sky.
The old man's emaciated body was lonely and bent under the starlight.
All spaceships capable of taking off have already been launched. Passenger spaceships, cargo ships, mining ships. Exploration ships, training ships all kinds of spaceships. Full of Milok's people, fly to the vast universe, to the Galileo galaxy.
This is a great migration, a difficult journey away from home. The people who left will arrive at the last administrative region of the Lelei Federation - the Galileo galaxy in three days.
They may sail further afield, or they may stop at Galileo.
No one knows how long the Galileo galaxy can resist. Everyone just knows that it is the last piece of pure land of the Lelei Federation. Before long, she will burn for freedom until she is reduced to ashes.
A great sorrow suddenly hit Flavio at this moment.
This veteran, who was always straight and strong in front of the public, squatted down, covered his face with his hands, and let the tears pour out of his eyes like a flood, crying bitterly.
"Leray"
The name rolled in his sobbing throat.
Through tear-dimmed eyes, he seemed to see Hamilton smiling calmly.
He seemed to see the figures of the fleet under the command of Brown and Schneider and the fleet led by Malki at the moment in the bright starry sky. They fought in the endless cannon fire, those young Le Lei fighters, driving the old Le Lei warship, shouted Le Lei long live, and faced the enemy's artillery fire.
He seemed to see, during the Four Years' Great Patriotic War, the backs of one by one jumping out of the trenches and charging, and saw the army soldiers with muddy faces building fortifications, writing suicide notes, and collecting weapons and ammunition hungry, waiting for the battle to come.
In the ears, there is the endless sound of cannons, the roar of fighter planes piercing the sky, the cry of the people, the roar of soldiers fighting and the sound of loud bugles!
Four years ago, Hamilton and Bernadotte defeated Gacharin and started a strategic counterattack from Miloc.
Four years later, this galaxy will fall in his own hands!
Flavio squatted beside the empty berth, crying loudly. Tears and snot mixed together, flowing down his old face unstoppably, dripping from the tip of his nose in big drops.
"I am the most incompetent president in federal history!"
The old man fell to his knees in pain.
"Shame!"
The cry pierced my heart in this lonely port.
The consultant turned his head away,Minecraft warship, watching the wreckage of the destroyed enemy ships fly back one by one, Malki was full of energy.
Every salvo fired by the command group will destroy several frontal enemy ships. These old warships, like old horses, galloped together with themselves on the final battlefield.
He thought of his wife and son.
He thought of the day when he swore an oath to defend this country under the military emblem when he was young.
Enemy ships and fighter planes rushed towards us.
"Come on!" He stared at the farsighted screen and smiled proudly.
Countless white lights rose from the screen of the farsighted device and from the rear of the Binart fleet, covering the sky and the sun. In an instant, the oncoming enemy aircraft swarm was overwhelmed by more fighters from behind.
Countless silver-white elves are flying in the black void.
Countless warships broke through the void, revealing their majestic bows painted with bandit logos.
An electric current climbed up from Malki's back and covered his whole body. The blood in his chest suddenly boiled at this moment. He was holding on to the railing of the podium tightly, and the officers and soldiers of the fleet beside him had already jumped up!
Thunderous cheers resounded through the starry sky!
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The Allied fleet is still reluctant to leave this star field.
Crazy, bastard, paranoid, fool, hero They don't know how to describe these Le Lei soldiers. But they knew that they would never forget the scene in front of them.
Not to forget these leray space navies who earned their admiration and tears.
"God bless Leray!"
On the retreating battleship, the officers and soldiers huddled around the portholes and under the screen of the far-sighted device, saying goodbye to the shining star field and praying.
Suddenly, everyone's eyes froze.
They saw that countless warships appeared behind Binart's fleet, and countless fighters were involved in Binart's fighter cluster, firing wantonly!
The starry sky was dyed red by clusters of dense flames.
The final trump card of the Binarts looked so pitiful in the group of fighter planes that outnumbered them by seven or eight times!
A Captain Chuckner turned sharply and ran to his combat post.
Countless people left the porthole and ran in the corridor!
On the radio, the voice they wanted to hear came, the voice of the fleet commander.
"go back!"
"Let's go back!"
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Seemingly hearing a horn from outside the starry sky, Flavio raised his head.
He saw a liaison officer running to the side of the crowd.
Then, everyone jumped up frantically and ran towards themselves. Advisors to the President's Office, senior government officials, and the tearful female confidential secretary.
They rushed across the empty pier, arms outstretched, tears flying.
"The bandit army is back!"
In an instant, he was overwhelmed by the crowd when he heard only this one voice.
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The last day of January 2064.
Bandit army, return to Le Lei
This is the most painful few days since I wrote the novel. I used to have plenty of time, but now I don't. I'm sorry for the break. For four full days, I have been writing this chapter. My brain hurts, and I write that my mouth is cold and my face is numb. Keep tearing down, keep rewriting. I don't know if this chapter can satisfy you, I only know that I have exhausted all my strength and worked hard to write it.
Hope to be worthy of your support.
Very tired.
Seventy-two thanks!
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