Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

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The palm of your hand stretched out into the bright starry sky, clenched tightly, and seemed to grasp everything that was out of reach in an instant, all the light and glory were in your hands.

It's like a child who reaches for a toy.

Lieutenant Reinhard Gilfias, who had come to his mind, couldn't help but feel a little amused by his childish behavior, and a tribute of "looking at the stars?" came behind him.

Turning his eyes, the red-haired young man was welcoming him with a decent smile.

"Siegfy..."

A blond and handsome young boy with a somewhat cramped smile, inherited from the unique beauty of the family, plus the blush of the cheeks, even the girls of the family who are familiar with beautiful men will scream for it, and his next move is even more It will make many ladies with special hobbies want to fall into love.

Put your palm on the top of your friend's head and move it parallel to the top of your head.

A smile stiffened on his face. A few seconds later, the red-faced blonde teenager bulged his cheeks, staring at his friend on tiptoe like a hamster snatched a chocolate snack.

"It seems to grow taller again!"

"How is it possible, I think it will not change anymore, at least not within 200 years."

"Is it 200 years taller than me? No matter what I think, I ignore my friends. Is it your fault that you are so tall?!"

With a bitter smile at his friend's boyish face, Lieutenant Siegfried Mughal said rightly:

"The captain is calling us, let's go to the captain's room."

From under the deck to the hangar, the romance of the starry sky was engulfed by the tight reality. Dirty air with oily and sweaty smells, the noise of mechanical operation tormented the nerves. The garrison soldiers may rush back and forth, and the maintenance and repair work will be carried out in an orderly manner. The devil's squad leader waved a wrench and scolded the newcomer who was not sharp enough. When he met a slow-witted idiot, he slaps past.

This is what all warships look like. The teenagers who dream of the stars and the sea never know the boring aspect of warship life, and the sailors are already numb. However, the situation of this warship is slightly different. She not only has the superior performance parameters and comfortable living environment of similar memorable items, but also the unimaginable scenery of other warships.

All those working on the deck and in the cabin are elves, and there are no flying beasts in the hangar. The mds, assault planes, and landing craft are lined up neatly.

The air force of the Defence Forces of Alfheim belongs to the newly-built assault landing ship Lund Bell.

The so-called new battleship not only refers to the completed service time, but also in other respects.

Newly built warships, rookie rookies, even captains are new.

As Yalfheim entered the wartime system. The shortcomings of military expansion began to show up little by little. The various military services expand their troops almost hungry, and it is needless to say that ordinary soldiers have just joined the newly formed military graduates. If it weren't for the ruling officer's strict orders, they even dared to use their brains. In a short period of time, a large number of newcomers were filled into the army, making the army's combat power decline instead of rising. If it were not for the world's most demanding scientific reserve system. Highly militarized education, coupled with a long-term talent reserve, I am afraid that the "Yellow Plan" can be launched smoothly.

Taking this assault landing ship "Lund Bell" as an example, it has absorbed a lot of actual combat data. A mainstream battleship design against the cannonism of the large ship, "projected shipborne mobile forces will seize air control and transport troops to land from the air. "The cross-generational concept is modernized. It can be said to be an epoch-making battleship. But including the captain, the ratio of novices is as high as about 70%. Although the captain is a new hero who defeated the enemy fleet with a transport ship far better than his own, this one was only a lieutenant in the logistics department. It is doubtful whether the rookies under his control can be taken care of.

Finally, according to the talent training strategy of "sergeants according to the standards of officers, and low-level officers according to the standards of middle and senior officers", the newly released non-commissioned officers and officers soon assumed responsibility after entering the newly formed troops and began to play their roles in their respective positions. . I believe that after a period of time, the newly formed troops can at least take on the tasks of the second-line troops and release some of the old troops from the garrison mission.

Liberalists and pacifists-these "non-mainstream voices" of Alfheim have rarely lowered their tone, and even some murmurs of "refusing militarism" and "the military department is too selfish" have been ignored. Too. Everyone knows that the strategy of the elf camp is to gamble on the national games. After today, I don’t know if there will be tomorrow. After the start of the war, it was discovered that there was not enough people to die early, and the temporary inconvenience was nothing. On the key issues, everyone still makes a difference.

The fellow rookie rookie looked at what happened in the hangar in a complicated mood, and similar encounters made them sympathetic to the unlucky recruits. I can think of going to experience the first real combat in life. Then his life was tied to the pile of iron bumps, and no one wanted to question the preparation of the squad leader.

If a warship does not even have the least tension and class authority, let alone outsiders, even the crew themselves will doubt the possibility of survival of the warship.

If "foreign objects" are mixed in a battleship that is closely united like a family of brothers and brothers. That is even more doubtful.

"Is that a Guardian-spec model?"

"It's been covered with canvas all the time, and the reserve soldiers are not allowed to approach."

"Human-hunting forces, werewolf troops...really, the virgin voyage of Lund Bell actually caught such a group of guests."

The garrison and other soldiers walked through their feet with malicious voices, and the young ensigns couldn't help but look into the cabin.

As described, 10 mds are covered with blue canvas and only the human figure can be seen. But this is only true. It can also be seen that the contours of the lines are very different from the "Kemp method". The frame that is a full circle highlights the strong and strong style, and the barbed armor on the shoulder is a unique feature of the guards' exclusive mds. There are several armored vehicles parked on the side, which are also covered with canvas. You can vaguely see the 8x8 wheeled chassis and the turret resembling a chariot. A group of members of the Guards in pants and vests are performing maintenance operations. As the crew said, they are not allowed to be approached, and they are deaf to the cynicism. It seems that they are a group of machines that follow the command line, or that they can't hear or see anything except the job at hand.

Silence further increased the resentment of the crew, and the voice of bad talk increased by a few decibels.

The senses of the Guards against the Guards are actually quite complicated. On the one hand, they envy, jealous, and hate the priority of the Guards in terms of closeness and equipment to the ruling officer. On the other hand, they disdain the "wet work" of the Guards. There are also complex components of its members. The subtle sense of alienation from the Guards runs through the three armies of the Defence Forces, and on the warships with a sense of solidarity that is almost xenophobic. Maliciousness is further amplified.

Ensign Gilfias had also heard rumors about the Guards, including many of them used to scare ignorant women and children. At the moment, the other party's attitude of implementing secretism made him feel uncomfortable. But it is too immature to be provocative with words like a little bastard.

Quickly through the hangar. Lieutenant Mughal breathed out.

"Fortunately, it is only a short-term task, otherwise the air in the cabin will be really bad."

"Looking at their appearance, this operation may be quite a battle."

"What do you say?"

"Don't understand yet? Sieg."

Lieutenant Gilfias turned his head and raised his mouth.

"The new-built warships with full-time air control and landings, the Guards who are good at infiltrating and assaulting small forces. Coupled with exclusive mds and high-fire mobile armored vehicles that value rapid deployment capabilities. Putting these in series, what would you think of?"

"Long-distance raids and suppression battles in cities or fortresses?"

For other operations, Lund Bell’s equipment configuration is either inadequate or overpowered. Therefore, only goals such as cities and fortresses are suitable to play.

"Wouldn't they want to raid Charlemagne's army?"

"They probably knew it by themselves and the captain. I think we still..."

In the speaking room, they had crossed the corridor and were close to the captain's room. They heard the sound of the conversation from afar, and speculated that it stopped abruptly. After a few seconds, two dull-looking guys in dark uniforms stepped out from the inside. The leading thin and lieutenant lieutenant glanced at the two ensigns who were standing saluting with their eyes, and hurriedly returned the salute Then cross the corridor.

Gilfias and Mujer glanced at each other. Now they can be sure that this battle is by no means ordinary, and the officers who have just passed by the two Stasi have already fully explained this point.

After the report, he walked into the room and presented to the newcomer Xiangshi a large reception room of more than 60 square meters. All kinds of high-end furniture and decor sent out a sulking atmosphere. The captain, who is incompatible with the glorious and fancy reception room, tilted Erlang's legs, and at this moment, he also released his exhaustion.

"I hate those guys."

The captain of black tea always keeps his hand rotating the empty glass, and his face perfectly shows the essence of the word "listlessness".

"...Not to say how unpleasant the work they are doing is, from the standpoint of their respective duties, we actually have no position to blame them, including the fact that they are proud of their work. Even Lange The captain moved out of the presiding officer, and at best it was nothing more than a daredevil. I did not want to comment on this in the same way. But Lieutenant Colonel Trenitsit questioned the recruits whether they were "loyal enough to the consul," and whether they were patriotic. The fighting power is really unbearable. The flattering power is already despicable enough, praising the war in a safe place, using the patriotism and sacrificing spirit as a name, and forcing those who have nothing to do with the battlefield to be more than 100 times worse than this. "

"Lieutenant Colonel Trenisit is indeed an annoying guy. I honestly don't like him either."

The guest sitting in the other section of the coffee table made a speech. The guard's dark uniform, furry ears erected, and the tail resting on the sofa flicked from time to time. If it were not for its sturdy and strong body and sharp eyes, plus a uniform and a lieutenant's class badge. I'm afraid anyone will think of a husky or a shepherd dog lying and yawning.

"Considering the particularity of the mission, it is no problem to hand over the unified command to Stasi during the operation."

"Since you have said so, I have no opinion. Ah, yes, it is them who will cooperate with you later. Let me introduce, this is Lieutenant Reinhardt Gilfias, this It’s Lieutenant Siegfried Mughal."

"Siegfried? Another Siegfried?"

The Lieutenant of the Guards with Orc ancestry couldn't help but smiled, including the person concerned.

"Siegfried" was originally the name often used by elves when they took their names, and since the appearance of the consul, it has been a bad street. On the streets of Yalfheim, I shouted "Siegfried". At least 5 or 6 times I looked back. When the school teacher and the army chief called, the pile of Siegfried on the list looked completely crying.

"It's rude, second lieutenant. Let me introduce myself. This officer is Lieutenant Caspar Georgi of the Guards."

Salute, salute. After the reflex action, Kaspar was encouraged, condolences and confidential education. In the end, under the command of "3 hours before the start of the battle, please prepare for the attack and enter the standby state", the two little rookies who were very excited and nervous about the first actual combat in life were expelled from the captain's room.

"Don't look at that look, they are the elite in red who graduated with the first and third grades in the military school."

"The red dress...really miss those days. It seems that the world is at your feet, omnipotent, looking forward to the restless youthful years of the medals and generals' badges."

"...It seems that I'm not alone in having burnout."

Parsifal added brandy to black tea with emotion.

From the beginning, He set his goal on retirement life. In addition to strategy and history of war, all practical subjects skipped the pass line at low altitude. Parsifal, who claims to be "all waste under the neck," is different. At the beginning, the most energetic of the four-party gang was Caspar. He exercised and studied for 20 hours a day, relying on his night vision ability to learn and improve at the same time. For example, this year, Ji Qing was officially serving as a lieutenant of the Guards, but in a state with a promising future, he said something similar to a burnout middle-aged man, which made Parsifal feel emotional.

(Roland’s incident really hit him hard.)

Parsifal thought secretly and handed a cup of coffee across.

"Think carefully, when the background difference between the four of us was so big, it was really incredible to be able to come together."

Slowly adding milk to the coffee, Casper's face appeared a masochistic smile.

"Yes."

Parsifal responded, worried. The eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Roland, who has the richest life course, Caspar, who was urged to advance by inferiority complex, Tristan, who was bound by the gravity of "home", and Pasifal, who wanted to stabilize his life--to come together is indeed a wonderful destiny.

But... Is this a bit outdated now?

(It’s like—)

Parsifal hesitated to speak out his concerns. Before he organized the appropriate language, Caspar spit out words that scared him.

"The guys in the military school were arguing about the pros and cons of the four of us at the time. I have heard several discussions on related topics. The general public opinion is: each has his own strengths and can play his own role in the right place. This is of course correct. It is also a nonsense. As long as you get to your position, basically everyone can give full play to it, but what is the right place for you? Tristan wants to be a good general Home, conscientious but hard to be improved; you want a stable life. The yin and yang are the battle heroes, and I believe that in the future I can become the most famous fleet admiral; I, it is probably the limit to rise to the rank of Brigadier General. In the end, the real Only Roland is on the path that suits himself and meets the expectations of the adult."

"This……"

"I'm afraid Roland didn't even realize it himself. The expectations of the Archons from him were'Rebel Roland from the beginning-personally cultivate a qualified, strong enough enemy who can satisfy the Archons.'

This is a dangerous statement enough to be crowned with the crime of great disrespect, and it is also the uneasy speculation that has settled in the deepest part of Parsifal.

Looking at Li Lin's cultivation, suppression, indulgence, and teaching of Roland for more than ten years, it is clearly beyond the scope of the normal adoptive father's care for children. The direction is not correct. It is difficult for ordinary people to understand the behavior of the consul, and they can only use "transcendental species is different from us" and "what is the way to educate the god's agents can we understand by ordinary people"? But if you change the angle, change the label of the training object from "adoption" to "opponent", except for "reason", everything seems reasonable.

This speculation is too crazy and too dangerous. Parsifal has always buried it deep in his heart, but now it is revealed by Casper. After recovering from the initial shock, Parsifal looked around nervously, as if a Stasi detective or tape recorder was lurking in the vent or under the floor.

"This is your ship, there is no need to be so nervous, as long as no one reports it, there will be no problems. Will you report me?"

Parsifal shook his head. With a few laughs out loud, Casper made a happy expression and opened another crazy topic.

"There is a great chance for this battle... No, it should be said that you will definitely meet that guy. Isn't this good? Almost everything except Tristan. You also want to know, guy To what extent have we grown up, and to what extent can we fight him."

"This joke is not funny at all."

"No, this is not a joke. You also know very well that as soldiers, we must obey orders and fight for the country. As long as we raise swords against Yalfheim and the consul, it will be the enemy. Mortality, it's that simple!"

Casper's voice is not high, and the tuning is also in the category of calm. Parsifal clearly felt that, under the seemingly optimistic appearance of his friends, "something" broke away from the original framework.

"You are drunk, Casper."

"I'm not drunk. I won't be drunk with coffee."

"You are drunk. Not because of alcohol or coffee, ‘let others admit that your dreams make you drunk.’

"..."

Looking directly at the speechless Casper, Parsifal sighed.

"Yeah. Compared to the victory over Roland, that adult's confession is what you really want. All the time, you have come with this idea in mind. This idea is right and wrong, I am not qualified. Evaluation. As long as it is a smart creature, there must always be a goal to chase. This matter can even be said to be very beautiful. However, dreams and goals are not the same thing, dreams will always wake up. When you defeat Roland , That person still puts you out of sight, how should you be? Is it that you want to hit that person this time, even if you are self-destructive, as long as you are concerned by the other side?"

Because of the indifferent personality, Parsifal can stand back and observe his friends calmly. Friends who take the pursuit of dreams and ideals for granted may not be able to perceive themselves, but Parsifal has always believed that in the various competitions between Caspar and Roland, Caspar’s focus is hard to say whether it is a victory or defeat, it seems that Not a process. Over time, in Caspar's declaration to join the Guard, and in the words and deeds that followed, Parsifal accurately inferred the secrets in Caspar's heart.

If he is a psychologist, he may be able to formulate treatment strategies for this delicate psychological problem, and then implement it with patience and perseverance. But he is a soldier, and perhaps the best mind in the defense army can speculate on the heart of others ~www.readwn.com~ but can't let others easily open their hearts, not to mention that the other party doesn't mean that.

"This is the end of the conversation. What you mean, I already understand it. It will be time for combat soon, and I want to prepare first."

"Wait a minute, Casper, I still..."

"I promise you that I will think about your words seriously when the battle is over."

With a chic salute, Caspar turned away from the captain's room, without any hesitant backs separating Parsifal's words and the hand stretched out to try to keep him behind.

The conversation was over at this point. Parsifal sat down staring at the unmoved and gradually cooling coffee. After a full minute, he scratched his hair angrily and said to himself.

"Everything is like this... can't I speak well?"

Complaining that general words evaporate in the captain's room, ignoring people's thoughts and feelings, time goes on. There is 1 hour and 19 minutes left before the start of "Long Sword Night". (To be continued.)