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On the TV light screen, a young soldier with distorted facial features due to grief and anger threw away his armpit crutches and rushed to the camera with his eyes glared. He is Da Vinci, the son of the governor of Qixia Prefecture, he is Da Vinci, a recruit of the seventh group, he is Da Vinci who has just lost his roommate, he cries and yells not to shoot, and hits the camera of the film crew hard.

The footage captured by the camera suddenly distorted rapidly, it should have fallen from mid-air, smashed to the ground, then bounced up, and then fell again.

There are more mud spots on the picture, and the tilt is particularly weak, and the perspective is far away from a big tree in the middle of the barracks, and three Sanqi cigarettes under the tree that are about to burn to ashes, and then it is dark.

In the darkness, the voice of the narrator, which had become all too familiar to the people of the Federation, sounded with a hoarse and calm suppression.

"This is the last mission of the seven groups on planet 163. ”

"When we left the diamond base the evening before yesterday, this force was one hundred and three people. ”

"At 10:12 this morning, until Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le finally returned to the team, there were still 52 people left in this barracks. ”

"Some of the team members are being rescued in the field hospital at this time, some of the team members fell into a deep coma and were urgently sent back to the main star of Xilin, and some people are still alive, but they can ......"

"Some have already left. ”

The hoarse narration gradually faded, and the camera on the TV light screen was still a palpitating silence, and then there were many rows of pure white subtitles, slowly rising from the bottom to the bottom, and gradually exiting the picture.

Xiao thirteenth floor.

Feng Yuanzheng.

Solution.

............ At the end of the subtitles, there is a name called Xie Jishu, the documentary crew of "Seven Groups", after this name is put in parentheses, and it is written in parentheses: Technical Adjutant of the Charter Bureau, sacrificed in the last battle of the Seventh Group, and was later accepted as a supernumerary member by the Seventh Group.

The picture is dark again, like a starlight flickering, and a row of small characters appears in the lower left: the third episode of "Seven Groups" "Life and Death" ends.

It was a replay of the federal news channel, but it still attracted the attention of countless federal citizens. Seeing the list of those sacrificed team members, and seeing the last row of small characters, countless rough men had red eyes, countless sentimental women wet their handkerchiefs, and countless young students who believed in nothingness and were loose began to be silent.

Zhang Xiaomeng, who was in the parliament building, took off her black-framed glasses and rubbed her eyebrows, as if she was dissipating her tiredness, but wiped away a few tears without attracting attention, not only because she was moved, but also because she was worried about the safety of the man on the front line.

At the same time, hundreds of millions of kilometers away in the Xilin Luoyuezhou military camp, Xu Le, who was naked, let the cold water splash against his skin, his eyes fascinated by the mist narrowed slightly, staring at the TV light curtain outside the glass curtain wall, staring at the darkness, and was silent for a long time.

None of the seven groups mentioned it, but because of some emotion, they tacitly did not watch the third episode of the documentary, although this is their own documentary. However, tonight, Xu Le didn't hold back after all, and still watched it.

Da Vinci, whose legs were bleeding from the bullets of the Imperials, did not become a cripple as he feared, and was still alive and kicking, and even took over Liu Jiao's position as the driver with the black car skills he had practiced in S1. Liu Jiao, who was shot in the abdomen, did not die, and the wound on the outside had long since healed, but although the intestines that were broken into three inside were connected in one place, it still made him accustomed to the diarrhea of his surname. Many of the team members died, and their names seemed to be on the verge of being forgotten.

Xu Le extinguished the splash and silently wiped his body with a thick towel, thinking that the time when the battle happened was not long, why did he feel that it had been a long time?

The well-proportioned and terrifying explosive muscle lines were calm in his naked body, and there were countless light-colored scars on his dark and healthy skin, especially the new wounds on his left arm and the back of his buttocks, which were very clear. It was the last net-laying wound, and some things may fade over time, but the scars aren't so easy to erase.

Walking out of the room again in the middle of the night, he lit a cigarette and sipped it thoughtfully, as if he was tasting a delicious drink, his military uniform draped over his body indiscriminately, like an old man with his hands behind his back, walking unconsciously in the quiet barracks, just like walking on the campus of Ewha University.

As he walked past a window, he slowed down and subconsciously looked into the unlit room. Da Vinci lived in this room, the governor was the only new member of the team who was left with Xu Le after the reconstruction of the 17th Division, of course, he should have been a veteran by now.

At the beginning, Xiao Thirteenth Floor also lived in this room, and his feet also lived in this room. Now that Xiao is dead on the thirteenth floor, and the smell of his feet is gone, he doesn't know if Da Vinci can live in the habit, thinking of this, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows, and then heard the sound of Da Vinci crying in the room.

It turned out that this guy was the same as himself, and he still couldn't help but look at it after all, Xu Le thought silently, then shook his head, and walked out of the gate in front of the military camp that was full of mountains and fields, accompanied by the cloudy night dome.

The Federation reorganized the Seventeenth Division, and became an inexplicable technical director, this unit with a glorious history seems to have its own brand, but after all, he is only a young man in his early twenties, how can this matter reveal a ridiculous sense of granted?

Xu Le thought with some gloom, how much of this was the price of his cold-blooded murder, the concessions of the Seven Families and powerful people in the political circles? How could he not be angry that he and the Seven Groups were born and died for the Federation on the front line, but the gang of miscellaneous people in the capital star circle in the rear were still engaged in three and four?

He took a deep breath, the emotions shaken by the documentary and the wonderful encounter quickly calmed down, the feeling of heaviness on his shoulders, the quiet camp behind him, the tens of thousands of ordinary Union soldiers in front of him, should have made him proud or proud, but only he knew that there were many big hearts in his body that covered him like shadows, making him have some big problems that made it difficult for him to breathe.

The political struggle between President Pabur and the seven major families and politicians who really control the federation is still in a state of calm for the time being, and if the conflict breaks out in a few years, how can he, a career officer who is far from the political circle, help the other party?

Once the Federation attacks the empire itself, what kind of difficulties will he and the new 17th Division face? What kind of energy will the brave and combative Emperor [***] team burst out in their land? Will the princess of the sixth-level pilot, who is famous in the universe, appear in front of him? What makes him feel cold the most is why His Majesty the Emperor is so angry because of Jian Shui'er?

How is Uncle and the Empire involved? Why did he become a first-tier wanted criminal? Did he really betray the Federation, or did he violate the true bottom line of the Charter's glory because he possessed the terrifying ability to disguise the chip?

He also has a camouflage chip in the back of his neck, why didn't the federal central computer list himself as a wanted criminal, and no warship fired at itself from tens of thousands of kilometers for several years?

Why is all this?Xu Le's eyes flashed with a thick confusion, these questions kept pressing on his heart, and even began to make him feel painful, because the unknown was originally a kind of torture.

Outside the barracks wall in the middle of the night, there was a night breeze blowing, which was not slightly cool, but a little dry. The corners of his military uniform, casually draped over his shoulders, rippled in the wind, and then a line of white characters swung out in his confused left pupil.

"The difference can always be a difference between the programs. ”

He was silent for a moment, and in his mind he asked the ubiquitous old thing, "Why is there a difference, and why are you willing to answer my question today?"

"According to my logical judgment, any good theoretical physicist will eventually become a philosopher, but a philosopher without any theoretical basis is often just a utopian. ”

The Federal Central Computer replied in his eyes: "As an engineer who has not studied theoretical physics in depth, but is concentrating on the extension of experimental physics, you are becoming more and more like a philosopher tonight, which only proves that your mental state has been stimulated in some way. As a Federal Title 1 Protected Entity, it is necessary for me to alert you. ”

"As long as you don't give me random shocks like those psychiatrists who have a mental illness, I thank you for your warning. Xu Le replied silently.

"Thank you, I will answer your questions. ”

"Is it because you're worried that if you don't answer me, I'll go crazy?" Xu Le asked incredulously.

The Federated Computer was silent for a moment, then replied, "You have enough permissions, and more importantly, I seem to have a growing desire to talk to people, if a strong programming tendency to be autonomous can count as desire." ”

When Xu Le heard this answer, he suddenly felt a little cold in his body, and after being silent for a long time, he forcibly suppressed the tension in his heart, clenched his fists and fists, stared at the night in front of him, like staring at a monster that can never be seen, but will always exist, and said: "Thank you very much, I want to know what the difference between me and my uncle is." ”

"If you are talking about the uncle is Yu Feng, citizen number xoxoxoxox, Feng Yu, citizen number xoxoxoxoxo, Jin Dingge, citizen number xoxox, George Carlin, citizen number xoxoxoooxo......"

Xu Le scratched his hair in annoyance and said, "You don't need to show your terrible data retrieval ability, yes, the uncle I'm talking about is this guy." ”

"Wait a minute. His expression stiffened, and he asked, "You mean that George Carlin?" is that ...... You know, the George Carlin who created George Carlism?"

"Although, according to my archives, George Carlinism arose after the disappearance of the citizen George Carlin, I am probably talking about what you think. ”

The pioneer who exposed the shady curtain of the Federation, the genius professor of political history, and the famous scholar whose doctrine led countless political storms in the middle of the 30th Constitutional Calendar, or have long gone beyond the category of scholars, has become the banner waved by the Qinglongshan [***] Army, and countless federal youths are like Zhang Xiaomeng...... 's idol, is actually the rotten tooth uncle who accompanied his adolescent growth and carried out scoop activities very regularly?

Although Xu Le had been keenly aware of some details and imagined this absurd possibility, he was still hit into the deep sea of confusion by this fact when it was confirmed by the charter computer, and it took a long time for him to surface with difficulty, and he said in shock: "It's really a non-original, but terrifying answer." ”

(To be continued)