Chapter 108 The meeting of the distant stars (2)

The second district of Aslan Star City, the Blue Mountain Prison where serious criminals are held.

The lights in the interrogation room were dim, and the owner of the Brandon family was locked in the seat, wailing in tears.

"I really don't know, I have already explained everything I know, and I really don't know anything else, Commander...!"

"Back then, when Gerhard Lauren threw an olive branch to the Brandon family, I, I saw the power and prestige in the hands of Your Excellency the Prime Minister, and I was so fascinated that I kept helping that guy..."

Cloudy tears flowed down Old Brandon's dry bark-like face. He stretched his neck and cried, "But the Brandon family really doesn't know about treason!"

Behind the one-way perspective glass, Chen Hank touched his chin with short white stubble.

Brandon was still yelling, his bloated body clattering the chair.

The interrogator pushed the door out of the room, bowed and said in a low voice, "Commander, it seems that Brandon can't pry more things out of his mouth."

"Well." Old Marshal Chen was silent.

After the New Year's turmoil, the Crystal Cult was classified as a reactionary force overnight. A large-scale purge was carried out in the nine star cities, and batches of Clergy members of the Crystal Cult were imprisoned.

Among them, there were many riots and resistance, and I heard that the soldiers of the major star cities also shed a lot of blood. Fortunately, they did not encounter such hard ideas as Su and Margaret—the so-called "Bishop of Destruction" and "Bishop of Death", so it was not enough to worry about.

However, the most important suspect of the mastermind of the rebellion, Gerhard Lauren, has disappeared so far; and the mecha carrying two bishops who fled outside Aslan Star City...

Old Marshal Chen tapped his temple with a headache. This is one of the issues that must be mentioned at the next military general meeting.

He waved to the interrogator: "Continue the interrogation and let Brandon spit out all the memories related to Lauren over the years."

The interrogator stood at attention and saluted: "Yes!"

"Do you know what 'all' is?" The old man squinted his gleaming eyes, "It means, which finger was Lauren wearing, what brand of red wine did he drink, and even the underwear on his buttocks? - if he knew - and record it for me."

The interrogator's face was tense and his voice was raised: "Yes!"

Old Marshal Chen nodded in satisfaction, turned around and left the interrogation room, walking out of the Blue Mountain Prison.

...

After lunch, it's two o'clock in the afternoon. When the old marshal returned to the military headquarters, Ryan and Jiang Jianming also happened to be rushing over from the Golden Sun Wheel Building.

Sitting in the spacious office, Marshal Chen drank coffee and said straight to the point: "Both of you know the news. At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, there will be a temporary interstellar military meeting."

"Yes." Jiang Jianming replied in a low voice.

"Well, the attendees of this meeting are all high-ranking generals, especially the three top generals of Yin Beidou in the three fortresses of Yuanxing and the nine top generals of Jin Rilun in the nine-star city of the empire. Dead and alive His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also needs to show up, and—"

Chen Hank pointed to his nose, "Here, the old man in front of you is immortal."

"Generals can order one or two people to follow. Basically, they will bring the subordinates they want to cultivate, and some don't like to bring people. So roughly, there are about thirty or forty people."

Ryan immediately dragged Jiang Jianming to his side, as if drawing territory: "He wants to follow me."

Old Marshal Chen said cheerfully: "Of course, of course, but..."

The old man's gaze fell on Jiang Jianming thoughtfully, "But your little lord's current military rank is a little out of hand. Since Xie Yuduo, that kid is back..."

"It's all up to you." Jiang Jianming smiled warmly. He understood the meaning of the old marshal. This was to add up the merits of the front and back, and come to a special promotion.

Temporary Inspector is only a temporary title. According to his military rank, he is only a lieutenant of Yin Beidou. He just doesn't know where he is going to be promoted.

"Look at you kid, it's not like this is a stance, like the empire is begging you for a promotion..."

Old Marshal Chen glared at him angrily and amusingly, and then pretended to take out the documents from the drawer, seeing that he had prepared them long ago.

"Yin Beidou Interstellar Expeditionary Force, belonging to the First Corps, Lieutenant Jiang Jianming."

The old man cleared his throat and put on a solemn face: "First, I discovered the thief conspiracy in Alien, and then solved the chaos of the crystal religion in the imperial capital. I have both wisdom and courage, and a persevering character, which is commendable."

"After being reviewed by the military, and in accordance with His Majesty the Emperor's will, Jin Rilun's military status was granted, and he was specially promoted and awarded the title of Colonel Jin Rilun."

Jiang Jianming's eyelashes jumped slightly.

In fact, he had made corresponding psychological preparations, but he was directly promoted from lieutenant to colonel...

He was one rank higher than the lieutenant colonel he had promised at the beginning, and the entire empire trembled when the speed of promotion spread out.

"Congratulations, Your Excellency."

After Old Marshal Chen finished his lines, he put away his seriousness, squinted and smiled: "You are the youngest colonel since the founding of the empire."

"The top is the colonel, and if you get promoted, you can become a general. This will take you through the qualifications, at least officially lead the troops to the battlefield a few times..."

"He doesn't have time." The prince next to him suddenly interjected coldly.

Ryan's eyes were deep, "Can't you give this chair out earlier, teacher."

Jiang Jianming was helpless: "Your Highness."

Old Marshal Chen didn't move, took out another chip box from the same drawer and handed it to Ryan: "I almost forgot, here are the files of the generals, Your Highness."

"Your next task - before the meeting, memorize the faces and names correspondingly, and don't make any mistakes during the meeting."

Ryan: "..."

This evening, in the White Emerald Palace, the noble Crown Prince and the crystal remnant officer, who has been regarded as his property, can only spend time on memorizing files and preparing materials.

Most of the work is still the work of the prince, Jiang Jianming is helping him, but unfortunately the electronic clock beeps after ten o'clock.

When the time was up, Ryan decisively raised his head from his desk and drove someone who was sick to sleep.

"...I never had such a regular schedule when I was in the military academy, Your Highness."

When he was laid flat on the bed, Jiang Jianming said indifferently.

The bedside lamp was gently on, Ryan held a small optical brain in his left hand, and his eyes were still on the text on the virtual screen, "That's your problem."

However, his right hand unquestionably tucked the quilt into place for Jiang Jianming, and patted it across the quilt, "Go to sleep."

Jiang Jianming: "You are too unreasonable. It is also very painful for me to adjust the biological clock... Besides, going to bed at ten and starting at eight should be the schedule for children in kindergarten."

Ryan: "It's also the schedule suggested by the doctor. Or you can choose to be hospitalized. I'll go through the formalities tomorrow morning."

Jiang Jianming immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

He heard what appeared to be a small laugh from Ryan, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, continuing to pat him regularly with his palms.

...In this day and age, even mothers rarely pat their children like this. There are countless "rocking chairs" and "hypnotic patting robots" on the market.

But instead of feeling ashamed, his little highness was never tired of it. It seems that this is the necessary consolation for the sick and disabled.

"..."

Jiang Jianming buried half of his face in the soft pillow, and secretly opened his eyes to see.

Under the orange halo, Ryan's figure sitting on his side was particularly peaceful, and even the shadows falling on the quilt seemed to be drawn with soft charcoal, so gentle that it was unreal.

What is unreal is a dream, and a good dream doesn't last long... Jiang Jianming couldn't help but think like this, in order not to let himself indulge too much.

But the kind that has been gone for too long, there is no estrangement and reservation, but the happiness of being simply loved by the lover is still pouring out little by little, and the cold and hard heart is soaked in silence.

Just sinking into a beautiful dream.

Jiang Jianming couldn't believe it himself, he was really caught by Ryan and fell asleep, and he slept very comfortably until dawn the next day.

Or the two of them, get up and take a shower. Breakfast is toast, fried eggs, sweet milk and apples boiled with rock sugar. Jiang Jianming will also be stared at by Lean, take all his medicine, and then put on a military uniform and a dress respectively.

Then, the aircraft was opened in the faint sunlight, and the windows were made of special glass to prevent snooping, so that the distinguished prince could sit in the driver's seat.

Jiang Jianming had to close his eyes and take a nap in the back seat—to catch a meeting today, he got up half an hour earlier than the schedule, and His Highness said he would make it up.

When got off the aircraft, the bright silver sunlight came over in an instant.

At the entrance of the military headquarters, there were several big figures in military uniforms coming and going, and the number of guards was twice as large as usual.

Jiang Jianming hasn't woken up yet, and in a trance, he has a sense of time and space disorder——

He felt that there was something wrong with his brain, so he could only imagine the midsummer afternoon three years ago in this deep winter morning. Except for the location, there was no similarity at all.

Taking a staggering step, he accidentally bumped into Ryan's shoulder.

The crown prince immediately turned his head alertly and held his arm: "Why..."

Jiang Jianming gave a wry smile and waved his hand embarrassedly: "I'm dizzy, so I just said that this is not possible."

Ryan didn't let him go, and said in a low voice, "Go in and sleep."

Old Marshal Chen had long waited for the guards who specially escorted them. The two walked directly to the gate, ignoring the distant gazes from all over the place, and did not encounter any trouble.

The principle of the interstellar teleconference is to share the projections of the participants with the help of military liaison instruments, so as to create the effect of people who are separated by thousands of miles together.

Due to identity reasons, Jiang Jianming and Lean did not join the generals they had just seen, but opened another conference room with only two people.

A half-person-height device was placed indoors, with a small green light flashing to indicate normal operation.

Jiang Jianming pulled out the chair and sat down. Ryan took the connected terminal patch, frowned and gestured in front of Jiang Jianming, swaying and daring to stick it to him, saying: "No crystals have ever used this kind of equipment, if... …”

"What kind of race can this be divided into? You're almost done, give it to me..." Jiang Jianming couldn't help laughing, so he took it and stuck it on his temple, "Press the switch."

The crown prince pressed the switch, and Jiang Jianming closed his eyes.

A tingling sensation like an electric current suddenly came up from the terminal patch, Jiang Jianming was dizzy, it was a feeling of weightlessness.

Immediately afterwards, a wonderful change occurred in the senses——

Even though his eyes were closed, his "in front of him" seemed to emerge from the darkness, like a jigsaw puzzle.

Those color blocks put together a complete picture in two or three seconds: the appearance of an open large conference hall. The space is very spacious, the tables are distributed in an oval shape, and there are corresponding chairs and screens.

And he himself, who should be sitting in a conference room in the military headquarters in reality, is sitting at one of the tables at the moment.

Jiang Jianming was amazed at the technology in his heart. The surrounding of this virtual space is dark, but the huge dark blue virtual screen standing in the center provides lighting. .

Now, one after another body projections are "appearing" on the corresponding seats one after another.

Some wear the military uniforms of the Golden Sun Wheel and the Silver Beidou, and some wear the military uniforms of other regiments, but all of them are dignified generals, and they are mainly middle-aged and elderly.

——The important thing is that the faces of these people are very familiar, because they just recited the file last night.

Jiang Jianming was watching intently, and his palm was held. He can tell that this is the touch of the real world.

Ryan was sitting on the seat next to him, his platinum curly hair shining brightly. At this time, he turned sideways without hesitation and asked, "This is the virtual space for the next meeting. How does it feel."

Jiang Jianming said: "It's amazing, I don't feel any discomfort."

He took a closer look again and felt that the atmosphere was a little dignified, thinking that there might be something special to say at this meeting.

Looking at it again, two of the three seats on the Yin Beidou side have been taken, but Major General Xie seems to be absent.

Jiang Jianming was a little worried, so he asked His Highness in a low voice.

Ryan pondered for two seconds, and said concisely: "Don't worry, he is often late."

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