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Chapter 22 Anger (2)
Chapter 22 Anger (2)
As the winter approaches, let the officers in the adaptation period go through a seven-day field experience. This is the same as the "Red Caterpillar Time Trial", which is also a practice in the first fortress of Yinbeidou.
If the latter focuses on training individual combat capabilities and letting young officers in the adaptation period come into contact with alien creatures for the first time; then the former focuses on team fighting and facing the brutal natural environment of Alpha Alien.
——For example, a snowstorm that can sweep over half of the alien planet.
The cold wind slammed on the mecha, making a sound like a ghost crying and wolf howling. There are still the familiar rows of M-IP 18 and an L-Evil Shark, who are struggling to move forward in the wind and snow.
Overhead, a grey cloud hangs low. The field of vision was dark, and the heavy snow whistled shrilly, and the metal feet of the mecha stepped on it, and it could be covered by the snow by one-third.
Lieutenant Colonel Huo Lin's roar would come from the communication channel every few minutes, resounding inside everyone's mecha cockpit: "Remember, the terrestrial state is indeed the dominant form of IP, but if Encountered an enemy in such a blizzard—don’t think about it, just cut me into flight and fight.”
"The snow will grab the mech's feet, the ice will make you slip, and whether you want to attack or escape will be greatly restricted unless you fly into the sky."
"But pay attention to energy. The empty state consumes three times more energy than the land state. How can I say it? The last glance before departure is always to confirm that the backup energy pipe is placed in the storage bin!"
"Now, everyone reports their names and coordinates in squad order!"
There were different voices in the channel.
Hollin snorted from his nose: "I can see all the IP location information here, do you know why you still want to report it? Because of the importance of location! You must engrave it in my mind!"
"If you get lost in the wind and snow, then congratulations, you will become a snack for alien creatures to spend the winter; even if you can't meet alien creatures, if you encounter a positioning failure and the mecha's energy is exhausted, just wait. Freeze to death in the white-haired wind..."
Before night fell, they marched to their intended destination.
This time, it was no longer an ice forest with tall vegetation, but went deep into a mountain with undulating and steep rocks.
Lieutenant Colonel Hollin ordered camping here tonight, and taught everyone how to quickly set up a new type of remote interstellar camping tent.
"In fact, many times," Lieutenant Raymond explained, "we choose to sleep directly in the mech. Although it is not as comfortable as a sleeping bag, it is more convenient to survive."
The marching tent was large enough to sleep at least six people—also a small group—into it.
The wind and snow were too cold, and Jiang Jianming, who was a disabled human and was sick, did not get off the mecha, and was the tent set up by the other five people.
"Ghost weather."
When a few people were sitting in the tent for dinner, Ellie muttered, "I don't know what we are going to do this time."
She took a bite of the compressed food and said with a bitter face: "I'm tired of eating this hard stuff. I heard that those veterans go to the trading area to buy some delicious food before they go on a mission, Man'er, do you know what's delicious?"
Nearly a month has passed, and the only two girls in the team have become familiar with each other. Beimaner thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't seem to have paid attention to these, let's go and have a look when we go back."
Ellie nodded "hmmm" and looked at the boy again. Li Youfang and Qiao were silently eating food, while Tang Zhen was putting his coat over Jiang Jianming with a sullen face.
She called out, "Hey, Jiang... can you still hold on?"
"..." Jiang Jianming's face was pale, his eyebrows drooped weakly, and he pursed his lips and tightened his clothes.
He raised his head and quietly glanced at the darkness and wind and snow outside through the transparent window of the tent, and said in a low voice, "...It's a bit cold."
...
That night, Tang Zhen was suddenly awakened by the suppressed coughing sound beside him.
He turned over, and after two seconds, a jingling lifted the quilt and sat up.
"Little Jiang!? How are you!"
Beimaner woke up earlier than Tang Zhen, was supporting Jiang Jianming and raised his head in panic: "Tang Shao, he seems to...!"
"I...cough cough cough." Jiang Jianming wanted to speak, but couldn't stop coughing. He covered his lips and bowed, his thin spine raised a mark, and his whole body was trembling.
Li Youfang, Allie, and Qiao were also awakened, looking at him with blue faces.
It was about one or two o'clock in the morning. The wind and snow seemed to be much smaller than before nightfall. The night was silent, and nothing could be heard except in the tent.
"Jiang Jianming," Qiao said stumblingly, "you...you disturbed our sleep."
Beiman'er raised his face suddenly and said angrily, "How can you talk!? He's so uncomfortable!"
Li Youfang pushed Qiao irritably: "It's okay."
Joe shut up shyly.
Jiang Jianming coughed with cold hands and feet, and finally felt that he couldn't breathe.
In the darkness, he squinted and looked down. A few drops of darkness fell between his fingers... It was blood, and he actually coughed up blood.
Jiang Jianming was stunned for less than half a second, and turned his palm over as if nothing had happened. But it was too late, Tang Zhen grabbed his hand and took a deep breath: "Hey, you—"
Beiman'er covered her mouth suddenly, her pretty face pale: "How could this happen?"
Jiang Jianming panted and said, "It's okay, you guys go to sleep... I'll go outside to drink medicine."
Although the wind and snow were getting smaller, the temperature outside the tent could still freeze people to death. Tang Zhen couldn't believe his ears: "Outside!?"
Jiang Jianming glanced at him and said helplessly: "What are you thinking, the mecha cockpit has thermal facilities, and I will sleep outside tonight."
Qiao's face was pale and red for a while, and she said in a sullen voice, "Hey! I also... didn't tell you to go out... What are you doing looking like you've been bullied."
Jiang Jianming ignored him and went out by himself.
A few people were left looking at each other. Tang Zhen was stunned for a while, then gritted his teeth: "I can't go on like this, I'm going to persuade him to go back to the fortress."
Beimaner anxiously wanted to grab the clothes: "Me too..."
Tang Zhen turned around and held her hand: "The cockpit of an IP can only seat two people at most, don't worry about it."
He hesitated for a second, then gently pushed Beimaner's shoulder towards the sleeping bag: "Listen to me, go to sleep, I'll tell him to go."
...
Outside the tent, the roaring wind had really subsided, and the thick clouds had dissipated a lot.
Only a little snowflakes are left in the dark night, and after a long time, they are still beautiful, like the white cherry blossoms in the early spring drifting down the river.
Tang Zhen came out of the marching tent wrapped in a military coat, turned on the flashlight of his wrist phone, and squinted to find Jiang Jianming's one from the electric shock of the six people.
He walked over on the snow, and Jiang Jianming was already sitting inside.
Jiang Jianming already had the medicine in his hand and was drinking, and his complexion was not so scary anymore. Looking down, he saw Tang Zhen walking over with a light on, and he smiled softly: "You can come up and sleep if you want, just persuade me to go back."
When Tang Zhen walked to the mecha, the cockpit opened. Jiang Jianming also leaned over and stretched out his hand to pull him, but Tang Zhen didn't dare to touch him at all, so he jumped up on the edge of the mecha and urged, "Close it quickly!"
Jiang Jianming closed the cockpit hatch, leaving the alloy glass behind, and lowered the backrest of the driver's seat.
Soon, he and Tang Zhen were half lying side by side under the sky of Alpha alien snow.
But Tang Zhen couldn't lie down, he sat up and grabbed his hair anxiously: "Listen, Xiao Jiang, you have to listen to me..."
He took a deep breath, "I really didn't expect it to be so serious. If I knew... I would have stopped you at the beginning."
Jiang Jianming raised his head and drank the last bit of medicine, and looked over with his eyebrows bent. Reflected in the glass, his profile was as white as the snowflakes outside, a beauty that would melt away.
His nonchalant attitude made Tang Shao anxious, and the latter punched the seat armrest as if venting his anger.
"I know you can't let His Highness Lean go. If you are a new human, even if you only have the lowest D-level crystal bone, I will never stop you how to stay far away from the stars, but...!"
"It's too hard for you to stay here, you see it's only been a month!"
Tang Zhen gritted his teeth, he looked at Jiang Jianming, "Little Jiang, listen to me, go back to the empire. You have to admit, the physique of disabled people is born like this, if you continue to die, you won't wait until you achieve anything. Is it worth it to waste your life first?"
At the end, he was already roaring: "No matter how much you love His Royal Highness the old crown prince, it should be enough for you to do this...!"
"Tang Town."
Jiang Jianming put the empty potion bottle aside, and suddenly spoke lightly.
He had just coughed, his voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was a little colder than usual, like a snowstorm outside.
"Do you think it's love... Is it the yearning and reluctance for Ryan that drove me here?"
"There's no point in persisting like this... eh?"
Tang Zhen didn't react.
He was still immersed in the hard-hearted woman who "would like to persuade friends who died because of love to go home", and was stunned by Jiang Jianming's sentence.
Through the alloy glass of the cockpit, Jiang Jianming quietly stared at the dark night outside and the fine snow that was about to stop.
He shook his head to himself and said, "No, no."
He lowered his eyes, his emotions brewing into a vortex that kept sinking in his eyes. After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind before speaking again:
"I haven't told you yet... my last meeting with His Highness."
"We had a very unpleasant quarrel at the time, in fact..." Jiang Jianming paused, "If we're serious, we were close to renunciation at that time, and I'm no longer Ryan's widow."
This sentence is no less than a bolt from the blue for Tang Zhen.
He opened his mouth sluggishly for a while, and then said, "You...don't scare me!?"
Jiang Jianming shook his head and said leisurely, "Want to hear a bedtime story?"
His eyelids fluttered, and there was a bit of banter in his eyes: "It's a pity, it's not pure love and sadomasochism that Tang Shao thought..." The corners of his lips twitched, and he whispered, "...It's a thriller and suspense."
Tang Zhen's face stiffened. He shivered, always feeling that the current Jiang Jianming was more thrilling and suspenseful.
"Actually three years ago."
Jiang Jianming said lightly: "Before the little Highness really sacrificed, I knew that he would not live long."
"He died by himself. I persuaded him, but I couldn't persuade him."