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The Weilan Empire, the southern constellation, the Tamalia Galaxy,

Free Rebel Army No. 3 mobile military fortress, the space base of ‘Blade of Liberty’.

The originally silent starry sky filled with smoke, and the war spread throughout the galaxy. The connection to the planet is no longer an unobstructed interstellar channel, a convenient interstellar jump point, but one after another military display, crazy Zerg, fighting fleet.

The main part of the Free Blade Space Base seems to be a sword inserted into the starry sky, and the docking port around it looks like the energy wave caused by the sword out of the sheath.

The twelve-tier interface makes the Blade of Freedom enough to receive twelve military fortresses at the same time.

This is a war machine that is as powerful as it is fierce.

"Cough"

"Cough"

Continuous coughing echoed in the empty and simple room, and everyone looked worriedly at the man standing in the center of the ward's treatment monitor.

The wrinkles and scars on the face are particularly prominent because of thinness, and the muscles with obvious lines can still be found by the old and slack skin.

The chest cavity undulates violently, and the blood spreads along the larynx cavity to the mouth, until it cannot flow into the breath detector.

The whole body is covered with various detection patches. Several catheters are inserted into the waist, abdomen and the back scapula, and translucent liquid is circulated and input.

The man's lower body is completely immersed in green nutrient recovery agents.

The medical staff in white coats looked seriously at the data flashing continuously on the display.

The blue aperture barrier blocks others.

A group of officers in rebellious uniforms stood outside the aperture and looked anxious. They did not have the usual calmness and calmness, and everyone looked solemn and worried.

The attending doctor in a white coat walked out of the aperture, and several officers immediately stepped forward to encircle the person. The force and **** murder on the battlefield caused the doctor to subconsciously retreat and tremble in his legs.

The headed one raised his hand to stop others from converging.

"Sorry, Professor Dakot, we are just worried about the Marshal's body."

The professor waved his hand and said that it didn't matter but he took two steps backwards for security. The coercion of these officers was too oppressive for a non-combatant.

"The marshal's injury is difficult to heal, and it can only temporarily delay the intensification of the injury. It is too difficult to recover."

This is a very euphemistic statement. In fact, it is already commendable that the age of Marshal Norhan and the injuries he suffered were still able to hang his life.

"Is there no other way?"

The professor shook his head. "I very much hope that I can answer, but... alas..." The professor lowered his head helplessly.

This is bad news for everyone present, and even more bad news for the Liberal Resistance Army.

"Everyone is not allowed to leak information."

"This matter can only be blocked in this room."

The ward fell into absolute silence, leaving only the tiny sound of the instrument running.

"When will the Marshal wake up?"

"After three hours, the effect of the drug is reduced, and the Field Marshal can have about two hours of sober time."

It’s just that the body is sober and useless. Marshal Norhan can use it to think clearly, and the time for the consciousness to be completely clear is only about two hours.

"How long will it last?"

"This state will be maintained for nearly half a month. The Marshal's body is overdrawn. Because of the injury, to maintain a balance of energy expenditure, the drug dose must be increased."

Several officers' faces were more dignified, and none of them looked good. They were in an important period of war with the empire. The marshal's serious injury was a major blow to the morale and even the strategic arrangements of the entire army.

The man with the rank of lieutenant general on his shoulder is the highest rank among all the people present.

Everyone looked up at him.

The news of the marshal’s injury cannot be leaked, but the military plan for the Weilan Empire cannot be suspended. Finally, breakthroughs were made one after another, and even a defensive gap was opened in the Star Circle of the Imperial Capital, which was the crucial moment to open up the situation.

Several people have reached a consensus between several eye movements.

When several people spoke, a nurse came out, "This is the summons that the Marshal confessed to you before the treatment began."

Several people looked at each other and exhaled the light screen. The picture was enlarged to a curved surface one meter wide. Norhan lay on the hospital bed, half-stretched and sat up with mechanical assistance. "I met Mo Ye. If she wasn't awake when she came, you will make arrangements to calculate the time. It should be almost time."

Nohan smiled and finished the simple explanation, the image disappeared.

"only these?"

The lieutenant general looked at the nurse with a stern look.

"Yes, sir."

Calculate what it means when the time is coming, and what does the old marshal suddenly throw out this news?

"Marshal really has high hopes for the young man."

Little young?

The lieutenant general raised his eyebrows to look at the one who spoke, and he was also a battle-hard general who had great achievements, but he always disregarded his respect for his personal combat strength. He always insisted that army building and the development of military technology are human exploration. Interstellar right way.

Bolt cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Baldwin Kasman, I don't want to hear that again, let alone the Ye Yanluo Explorer Group."

The major general, who was called by his name, glanced at Bolt, as if confirming his seriousness and realizing the seriousness of the lieutenant, he straightened his back and legs "yes."

After speaking, he still said, "We can't pin the hope of victory on a little girl who is underage. Even if she is more powerful, I always insist that the role of a single individual in war is limited."

This is very reasonable.

Mo Ye would definitely nod if he stood here and agree with her. Do not expect her to save the world and destroy the Imperial Devil.

"You should believe in the Marshal's judgment. The Marshal naturally has his intention to do this."

"understand."

"Notify the docking station to make arrangements."

Orders were issued layer by layer, and the berth reserved for the omelet was ready soon.

The blade of freedom sails slowly in the planned orbit.

When the Quiche entered the designated coordinates, Mo Ye was a little surprised. She did not expect that the space station of the Liberal Resistance Army was so... so conspicuous.

‘The Blade of Freedom’

The huge body glowed with cold metallic luster, and two of the twelve connecting ports were now connected to a military fortress.

Titanium gray and silver white are set against each other, the silent starry sky, the large shape of the free blade set off the egg cake like a quail egg in the dinosaur nest, the small is too pitiful.

The pressure is too strong.

"Mo Mo, do you feel a bit dizzy?" Yan An cleared his throat. "Although the sword that is inserted into the starry sky will be overbearing, will it shine too much? Shouldn't you be careful in which corner to hide it and not be found?" Base camp?"

If Marshal Norhan, the top general of the Liberal Resistance Army, is inside the space station, isn’t this how he opened his mouth and said, “Come and hit me, hit me, hit me, why don’t you come and hit me!”

"on purpose?"

Yan An was silent for a while, turning his head to look at Mo Ye and smiling with a particularly confident answer, "I think this is to greet us."

Mo Ye "..." This is really an interesting idea.

"Of course, it may be that we are afraid of getting lost and taking the initiative to take on the role of a lighthouse. I believe that the Liberal Resistance Army is not a fool who is so stupid as to expose itself."

The towering space station, which was originally cold and trembling under people's hearts, became a not so funny joke in the communication between Mo Ye and Yan An.

The point is completely wrong.

The tower staff who assisted and guided the parking throughout the whole process reversed their faces in blue, red and white.

The two heads of the group, did you not consider that you are currently in the stage of live talk for the purpose of parking and guiding, so it’s really okay for such a big lara to discuss in person?

Dong Cheng and his colleagues did not feel much about this huge war machine.

"This is the most advanced and massive space weapon I've ever seen since I came here. It's pretty good."

The sincere praise is enough to make people speculate that the military scientific and technological civilization of Dongcheng, a pedestrian hometown, must be more powerful than that of Xingmeng.

"We are soldiers who have served in military service and participated in wars. Such a military space station is powerful enough to rank in the top fifty."

Yan Anwenyan glanced at Mo Ye and spread the message: "It is very necessary for us to add funds for military construction to Burgess. The gap is a little too big and too dangerous."

The Quiche entered the berth under the traction of the tower.

The sharp blade that was glowing and heating the previous second quickly extinguished the light source and entered the hidden state after the egg cake entered.

There have been many indirect and direct cooperations with the Free Resistance Army, and there have been several exchanges and exchanges of information during this period, but this is the first time Mo Ye has set foot on the Free Resistance Army base.

Along the way, led by professional guides, the ride was transported all the way, and the walking route was like a maze, and it was impossible to make position judgment at any time.

Both internal and external defenses are extremely rigorous.

"Your Excellency Mo Ye, for safety reasons, heavy weapons and any portable cold weapons are not allowed to enter the ward, I hope you can cooperate with us."

This kind of rule is for security needs, but it is unfair to visitors, collecting weapons, and even wearing a bracelet that restricts abilities and physical strength. This is undoubtedly giving his life to the other party.

The Liberal Resistance Army has made preparations for Mo Ye's opposition, and preset various persuasion plans, but Mo Ye simply nodded and responded.

"I don't carry any weapons." Of course the space ring doesn't count.

Mo Ye believes that since these people dared to make such a request, the ban on space saints may have already been prepared.

After all, in the face of a space saint, the Liberal Resistance Army dared not go too far.

After completing a series of security procedures including identity verification, Mo Ye and Yan An were finally taken into the reception room.

The structure of the reception room is simple, but the view is excellent, the fully transparent hexagonal geometry suspended in the starry sky.

Admiral Norham, no, it was Marshal at this time, the supreme leader of the Liberal Resistance Army.

Nohan sat in a smart wheelchair and did not deliberately cover up his injuries. Since it is impossible to succeed in such disguise in front of a saint, it is better to be frank.

Mohan was the only one to see.

Yan An was assigned to another reception room.

"The Marshal has recently been unwell and is not suitable for overwork. He only met Deputy Chief Mo, and hope that Chief Yan will not mind."

Yan An glanced at the rank of major general on the other's shoulder and smiled, "Of course not."

One wanted to inquire, and the one who didn't mind was close, hitting the beat, Yan An and the officer started a ardent exchange of harmony and love under the tone of mutual temptation. It was quite pleasant to get along.

At least when Mo Ye came out of the reception room, he saw two big men smiling and eagerly talking.

If Yan An is willing, Mo Ye doesn't mind Yan An staying for a while.

Mo Ye saw Yan An get up and said, "You can stay here."

The two lived in the restroom arranged by the rebels and entered the room to conduct a security check for Xiaoqi. "Master, rest assured, there is no monitoring and monitoring."

Even so, the necessary security precautions should still be good.

"This old fox deliberately wants to see you alone, what to talk about?"

Mo Ye went to the reception room for more than 20 minutes. It was neither long nor short. I really want to say something. These times are enough to explain many things.

"Marshal Norhan was seriously injured."

"Well, Major Clay mentioned it."

Mo Ye glanced sideways at Yan An, "He is dying."

Yan An was stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect to hear such news, and then his face became solemn. The reason why the Liberal Resistance Army can persist until now is the prestige of Cohesive Force and military combat command capability of Norhan.

If the death of Norhan at this critical moment is a fatal blow to the free rebels, neither the Weilan Empire nor the Zerg will miss this opportunity.

"This news is still confidential for the time being, but Norhan said that there are spies inside the resistance, and it is not certain how long this news will be closed."

This is very troublesome.

Yan An cleared his head in an instant, "The old fox wants us to help him find a spy."

"If such information can be leaked, this person's position in the rebel army must be uncertain, maybe one of his cronies." Yan An said, writing a few words on the exhaled light screen, "rebelled, lurking for long, Parasites, seeds of mental power, all of these things can happen. Does Marshal Norhan have any doubts?"

Mo Ye originally intended to directly say that, after thinking about it, he took out a pen and paper and wrote the name and handed it to Yan An.

After Yan An saw it, the paper burned to ashes in the firelight.

"This list is a bit rich." Yan An smiled, shaking off the gray in his hand.

For several years, the tacit understanding was not based on Bai Yang. Yan An could understand Mo Ye's eyes and knew what Mo Ye meant.

The previous conversation was not just for him, but also other listeners.

There are still some contents that are not suitable for speaking at this time and place.

Yan An's big fooling is an absolute acting school, naturally a perfect fit.

It wasn't until Yan Mo's signal was received that Yan An relaxed. "Isn't it said that there is no monitoring and monitoring, and actually concealed Xiao Qi?"

"No, it's human."

Yan An widened his eyes and smiled, "So confident?"

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