Linjiang, during the three-month population migration, it has already collected a large number of civilians from the northern border. Fortunately, the country of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River has sufficient food and clothing, and there will be no shortage of supplies for the time being.

In a tent, Mo Qian was drinking with several old comrades from Linjiang Military Region. He touched his wrinkled face, looked up at Yang Meimei, and said with a puzzled look: "Memei, how did you take care of it? Decades have passed, and you are still the same as the little girl back then."

Mo Qian is over fifties this year. Although Yang Meimei is a little younger than Mo Qian and is not much different in age, her skin is still fair and delicate, like pure mutton fat, and her face is red, as if... No, it is not like, it is completely a young girl who can last forever. There is no trace of the wind and frost of years, just like when she first joined the army in 7 years.

As soon as he heard Mo Qian’s question, Yang Meimei suddenly broke the bowl, rushed over with a ferocious look on his face, and grabbed Mo Qian’s collar, and said viciously: “Well?! Who are the little girl who is the dog called?!”

Mo Qian seemed to have been used to it for a long time, so he quickly waved his hand and smiled, "Okay, okay, uncle, go back first and bleat it really."

Yang Meimei's delicate body shook, and the vicious look on her face disappeared instantly, showing a shy expression, and said awkwardly: "Ah... I'm sorry, that guy ran out to make trouble again."

Next to him, Ye Zixiao joked: "Meimei, you are sick and need to be cured."

Yang Meimei's face became ferocious again, and he slapped Ye Zixiao twice, and cursed: "Do you want to die? I'm here to fulfill your wish!"

Soon, Yang Meimei's owner's personality regained control, and he rushed to rub the place where Ye Zixiao was beaten, and kept apologizing with blushing face.

Mo Qian smiled from ear to ear when he saw this scene: "It's so interesting. Meme always calls himself this old man. Zixiao, your wife calls herself a young master all day long, so she can make a grandpa group."

Ye Zixiao Gang smirked for a while and suddenly got a heavy punch in the back of his head. He turned around in a daze, looked at the calm Jing Chengkong and said, "No...Mo Qian said, why are you hitting me?"

How did Ye Zixiao get along with Jing Chengkong? It was a long story and a short story. It was nothing more than the fights and kicks at the beginning, and no one was convinced. Later, he found that the two were not at the same time. Out of a manly and generous attitude, Ye Zixiao took the initiative to ask for advice humbly. After some twists and turns, he started his first exchange and slowly got closer. He saved each other several times on the battlefield. He started eating in the cafeteria, practicing martial arts together, and working on duty together. He walked together in a daze.

When did Jing Chengkong get in love with him? Ye Zixiao didn't know. For him, the first time he was moved was the first date. Jing Chengkong took off his men's clothes and put on a girl's outfit. When she walked towards the rising sun, Ye Zixiao discovered for the first time that people really shine.

Although it was the default thing for the two to be together, Jing Chengkong never admitted that she might be living for her brother. Maybe she still had some left-behind hearts, so she never said that once someone mentioned it, no matter who mentioned it, she would punch Ye Zixiao.

Why do you want to beat Ye Zixiao? She didn't know either. Maybe this could help to divert the embarrassment.

Mo Qian laughed at this: "I am so old and I am fooled into a beggar. I still don't have a wife. You have to work hard. I'm waiting to hold my nephew."

"Bang!" Ye Zixiao was punched in the back of the head, and he immediately howled: "No! You hit Mo Qian! How could you hit your husband if you don't help the outside but the inside?!"

After Ye Zixiao finished speaking, he was punched again, and rolled on the ground with a scream.

When the old comrades in the account saw such a joy, they all burst into laughter. I don’t know if they were drunk too much, Mo Qian said unconsciously: “How much should Luo You and Mo Gu be here~”

Soon, the account was silent, and everyone's eyes sank, without saying a word.

"Cough..." Mo Qian realized that his mouth was approaching, stood up swayingly, patted his butt and said, "Huh, I'm dizzy when I drink, I'll go out for some breath."

After saying that, Mo Qian picked up a pot of wine and a plate of melon seeds and walked outside the tent, put it in front of the old beggar, and said, "Master, have some wine and snacks brought by Zi Xiao."

The old beggar is over 100 years old and is so old that he has lost his energy and energy he used to be. He is drowsy every day, like a candle that is about to burn.

The old beggar was closing his eyes to rest. When he heard Mo Qian's call, he opened his tired eyes, muttered a few words, poured himself a bowl of wine tremblingly, and said silently: "You guys were having a good time just now. You must know that you can have fun behind because there is a general Polu on the front line who takes his life to you."

Mo Qian's face soon became lonely. He lowered his head and said solemnly: "Sorry, master, my disciple wants to help him, but I can't think of any solution."

The old beggar patted Mo Qian on the shoulder casually and said, "You really can't help him. It's okay, it's great. If you can't help, enjoy it. Enjoy the comfort he has won you with his life, even if this fighting spirit is not for you."

Mo Qian sighed and said sadly: "When will this war end?"

The old beggar didn't answer the conversation. He drank the wine in the bowl. He was so excited that he shook his head and said with a smile: "Suddenly I thought of a poem. I changed it. How do you listen?"

Mo Qian sat down: "Master, please tell me."

The old beggar looked up at the haze in the west, and there was joy and sorrow in his voice: "But let the eagle in the capital be here, and I will not teach the iron horse to go over Chang'an."

Mo Qian raised his head and looked in the same direction with the old beggar, as if he was staring at the old friend in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Luoyou, hold on!"

...

On the other end of the ocean, the Federal Heavy Industry Legion Laboratory.

Federal scientists gathered in front of a supercomputer, sitting in the main seat in the future, operating with fingers like enclaves on it, and command symbols popped up endlessly on the display screen. If anyone who knows programming sees this scene, they will be amazed at the concise sentences but extremely high completion, and these are actually temporarily printed.

The program statements on the monitor are still flying, rushing towards the firewalls. The firewall was originally sticking to the seamless, but then the picture that caught your eye was that programs began to report errors one after another. The firewall responsible for Valkyrie terminal defense issued hundreds of warnings, but eventually collapsed under future attacks.

Future sighed and stood up and said, "Let's get here today. There are still many layers of firewalls that need to be broken through, which will take about half a year or a year."

"It's incredible! According to our estimates, it will take at least fifty years to force the firewall to break through! No...it's simply impossible!" The representative of the federal scientist extended his hand happily and admired him with all his heart. "You are really incredible and difficult to understand!"

Future shook hands with the federal scientist representative and said seriously: "I, future, have no cheats."

At this time, Mu Xi came over. She had just cooperated with Future to complete the attack on the Valkyrie terminal firewall. She looked a little tired and needed a rest in urgent need, but she still poked Future's waist, with something in her eyes.

Future quickly reacted and asked, "By the way, how is Chang'an's recent situation?"

The face of the federal scientist representative quickly sank, shook his head sadly, and sighed: "I must tell you a bad news. We don't know what the Cross Church has used. The satellites deployed by the federally deployed over Chang'an have lost contact and can no longer obtain information for us."

Mu Xi was so anxious that her eyes turned red. She rubbed the corners of her wet eyes and her voice began to roar: "What should we do... Can't we really help Luo You?"

The representative of federal scientists sighed: "I'm sorry, before the firewall is completely broken, the command of the federal army is still in the commander-in-chief, and we cannot make transits across levels."

Mu Xi's tears flowed down her eyes. She wiped her tears strongly and sat back in front of the supercomputer. Her fingers were trembling due to long-term fatigue, but she was still struggling and even swallowing, "I won't rest anymore. I want to break through the firewall as soon as possible, it will be better one day earlier! It will be better one second earlier!"

The representative of the federal scientist sighed and said, "Miss Mu Xi, you should go and rest. The internal areas of the firewall have not been detected by procedures. Even if you force a breakthrough, you will have to fail in the end."

As expected, Mu Xi broke through high intensity for half an hour, but was eventually defeated by meticulous military logic. She couldn't hold back her emotions and started crying while covering her face.

Future said unwillingly: "We can't do anything?"

The federal scientist representative pursed his lips and said, "We can pray."

Although Mu Xi is not young now, she is still as simple as the little girl back then. She immediately clasped her fists and hugged her chest, sobbing and saying, "Luo You... hold on..."

...

John was waiting in the federal Heavy Industry Corps' take-off and landing apron, and he was waiting here in his wheelchair. He was almost 60 years old, his hair and eyebrows were already white. He was just looking at the sky from afar, as if waiting for someone's return.

Two hours later, as the high-pressure airflow approached, the 7th Valkyrie Battalion, who had completed the training, landed on the apron.

The other Valkyrie ignored John and walked into the base neatly like a mechanical one, preparing to proofread the indicators. Only Claudia withdrew from the Valkyrie form and walked towards John.

Valkyrie is a life form that combines humans and machinery. Her appearance is extremely slow. Although some traces of wind and frost can be seen on Claudia's face, it is very inconspicuous. No matter how you look at it, it looks like you are under 30 years old.

Claudia walked up to John, put his wrinkled hands into the blanket, and said, "Didn't you tell you not to wait for me here every day? Just wait in the house, otherwise you will get sick."

John shook his head and muttered, "I want to see you earlier, it's better to be a second earlier."

Claudia hugged this childhood sweetheart who grew up with her since childhood. Even though the other party was old and old, in Claudia's eyes, John was still the elder brother who protected her back then. She kissed John gently on the forehead and said, "I won't leave you alone."

John hugged Claudia's waist, buried his head in her arms, and whispered: "They are all gone...those Valkyrie..."

For Valkyrie of the Federal Heavy Industry Corps, they first have federal military equipment and then people.

What does equipment mean? It means updates and iterations.

In the subsequent development of new Valkyrie, the development ideas of federal scientists are contrary to the future. They are disgusted with the "personalization" of weapons. These scientists think that weapons should be completely used by the controller and should not have an independent awareness. As for the handling of emergencies on the battlefield, it is enough to leave them to the commander for judgment.

Therefore, completely opposite to the human brain center of the Dragon Blade-level main battle tank, all the new model of Valkyrie has been erased from personality consciousness, and all actions are controlled by the program terminal. In war, the front-line command will be handed over to the elite commander of Valkyrie.

These elite commanders have the right to retain personality because the Federation requires them to judge the situation on the front line, but only the most elite Valkyrie can have such privileges.

Is Claudia the most elite Valkyrie? Unfortunately, not.

Claudia has limited talent. No matter how hard she tries to train, she can never become a Valkyrie elite and can only wander on the edge of the line between first-class and second-class.

For these old models of Valkyrie, the unification of the Federation is to force upgrades, update the system level and equipment while erasing personality, making them a new model of Valkyrie.

The reason why Claudia still retains her personality is purely because of her military achievements that she had made in the Far North Crisis. Her courage and courage were appreciated by the top military officials and were nominated for a "federal hero". The Federation needs Claudia to promote the positive image of the army, so it has not been forced to upgrade it.

This is certainly a lucky thing, but John has been very uneasy. He has been the assistant commander-in-chief for so many years and has been well versed in politics.

Policy is just a toy for politicians. Today you are a federal hero and need to promote the image of the army. Maybe tomorrow when the policy changes, you will become a war criminal. The military court will question you all the crimes you once had as a "hero". The enemies you strive to kill will become an excuse for human rights violations, and the loyalty you serve your superiors will become a weapon for them to attack their political enemies.

This is politics, no matter the country, no matter the political system, it is the same everywhere.

Therefore, John had to wait for Claudia on the apron every day. Every second she left would make John restless. He was afraid that one day he would wake up and Claudia's personality would be quietly erased. His childhood sweetheart's body was still there, but his soul was dead, which was absolutely unacceptable.

After Valkyrie's deification, although Claudia's emotional reception ability was relatively weak, she still had a beating human heart. She gently touched John's head and said gently: "No, I will definitely accompany you to the end."

"I'm very lucky, really, I'm probably the lucky one of so many people. The person I love the most has always been by my side and never left." John said quietly, holding Claudia, closing his eyes, "But our old friends are not that lucky."

Claudia was silent. After a long time, she whispered: "As Valkyrie, we cannot avoid the terminal authority of the commander-in-chief, and Lieutenant General Brenshild will not allow any Valkyrie to leave the base without authorization."

John leaned weakly in Claudia's arms: "I'm ashamed that he helped us, but we can't help him."

Claudia said firmly: "I heard that the engineers are already making the best efforts. The new future chief engineer is an artificial intelligence creature with a deciphering speed of dozens or even hundreds of times that of humans. They will soon be able to crack the Valkyrie terminal, and then the military will start to cooperate with the Judicial Council to intervene in this war."

John tightened his fists, and his voice revealed an unshakable power: "Luoyou! Hold on!"
Chapter completed!