Chapter 133:

Colonel Via took a moment's notice, and quickly reacted. He looked up at the Marshal above. Marshal Troll sat on the conductor's seat, his eyelashes were drooping, and he looked indifferently at the light curtain that was constantly beating the battlefield data and star map around him. Then, the Marshal glanced at Via slightly.
Colonel Qingfa nodded, and immediately turned to give an order.
"Connected with the Siwari flagship."
"Yes!"
The communications soldier's finger quickly slammed on the metal plate in front of him. Soon, a huge light curtain appeared in front of the hall, flickered, and showed the image.
When the image in the light curtain was displayed, most soldiers took a breath.
I saw the light curtain showing the scene inside the flagship hall of Siwari. The enemy soldiers in the hall stood honestly in one place, holding their hands high in the back of their heads, one after the other. Only a handful of soldiers remained in their posts, barely keeping the ship running, including soldiers responsible for external communications.
Major General Moore, the owner of Sivari's flagship, stood on the podium in the hall. Although the standing figure was still straight, his face was not very good-looking.
He looked at the light curtain in front of him, and there appeared the figure of the young man out of his reach.
The dark-haired young man who was much younger than him sat on the silver-colored conductor's seat, clearly in a sitting posture, but the imposing manner was to give people a feeling that they could only look up. Even if he just stared at him through the light curtain, he had a dwarf-like feeling in his body.
That person's sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate through the light curtain, and obviously had a beautiful and extreme face, but he could not feel a little weakness from above, but it was more severe than anyone.
It was like a cold, snow-capped mountain standing on the ground. The top of the mountain was like a sword out of the sheath, soaring in the sky. The top of the white snowy mountains is so beautiful that people can't ignore their eyes, but the icy snowstorm that surrounds them is so dangerous that they dare not approach the slightest.
Major General Moore's eyes fell on the young man's shoulders. The pure gold badge and black-red fringe symbolized his honorable status that he would never even think about-he knew that it would not be his whole life. Possible location.
He was jealous of this person, but he was envious of him again, and reasonedly told him that perhaps the best result would be to vote under the command of the young marshal, but he gave in to this envy and jealousy. The young man was very unwilling.
...
He looked away from Marshal Troll in the light curtain and looked up. The juvenile with soft black hair hovered over the hall and looked down at him. The juvenile's pupils were also blue, but different from the deep maroon of the young marshal, it was a pure blue, like the sky and the ocean on the horizon The moment of fusion.
When everyone was terrified of this boy, he resisted the horror feeling, forcing himself to stand upright, forcing himself to be calm and staring at the Gha without evasion-he bit He tightened his teeth, because even if he died, he didn't want to show the slightest cowardly and ugly gesture in the sight of the young marshal.
It is undeniable that he was afraid of the power possessed by this young man, who is a human being, an incredible power that human beings cannot possess, but somehow, while looking at the eyes of the young man, he had a momentary Lost, that kind of distraction almost made him forget his fear of Gala.
There was a strange emotion that awakened the deepest part of his body as if he had been sleeping ... He couldn't tell what it was, he only knew that moment when he held back his fear and forced himself to look at him He seemed to feel something through the teenager's blue eyes.
It seems as if, behind the boy, there is a vaguely invisible, unexplainable existence, but that existence does not scare him, but rather an inexpressible mental throb. , A kind of sorrow.
Also, miss.
... Yes, nostalgia.
Moore himself didn't know why it felt like this when he met the eyes of the teenager. But at this moment, he couldn't look away from the pupils that fused the sky and the ocean.
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There was a sudden sound in the extremely quiet hall, which was not the sound of the people in the hall, because people in this hall were trembling with fear, and even the atmosphere was afraid to breathe.
It was a percussive sound, a little dull, but it was extremely clear in the quiet hall, almost everyone could hear it. Then, almost subconsciously, everyone looked in the direction of the sound—through the huge light curtain in the hall, they saw the dark-haired marshal sitting on the silver-white conductor's seat.
Marshal Troll sat there, looking deserted, with no emotion. He looked at it, and the lacquered black hair was scattered around the corners of his slender phoenix eyes, and a few shadows fell in his dark blue pupil. His arms rested on the floating armrests on both sides of the conductor's seat, his right index finger flexed, and his fingertips hit the silver metal armrests.
A clear knock came from the tip of his right finger.
Unable to say why, the soldiers in the hall only felt the knocking sound, as if hitting their heart, and their chest stunned for no reason.
The marshal was unhappy.
Almost everyone is aware of this.
It must be because their boss, Major General Moore, has been reluctant to speak and surrender!
All the soldiers in Siwari's flagship hall were so identified.
……Ha ha.
In the hall of Ishtar's flagship, Colonel Qingfa, standing under the podium, sneered so heartily in his heart.
Ha ha.
All the soldiers in the Ishtar Hall made two such whispers in their hearts,
His Excellency Marshal?
Of course, they had already seen it.
Why is Your Marshal unhappy?
... that Major General Moore, but you still have to hang around under the command of our Marshal, so why don't you keep staring at the heart of our Marshal?
Mute naturally also heard the sound of that fingertip knock, turned his head and looked at the marshal in the light curtain. At the same time, he saw Marshal Troll's lips clenched slightly.
The boy blinked and suddenly smiled, raising his hand and making a okay gesture.
Obviously for the people on this ship, it was still a terrible monster like an evil star. Now he tilted his head so slightly, his eyes widened and he smiled, and with a childish innocence, his face opened. Smiley, how cute it looks.
Mute smiled so loudly that the rhythmic finger taps stopped abruptly.
Marshal Troll stared at Mute for a moment, before his eyes faintly dropped and fell back on Major General Moore.
Major General Moore, who had some chills on his back when he was stared at, was still a little weird, but now when he saw the marshal's apparently impatient look, he immediately reacted. He took a deep breath, suppressing the messy thoughts in his brain, and suppressing the unwillingness deep in his heart.
Heading down to Marshal Troll, he said, "Helia is willing to surrender to His Majesty His Excellency."
"can."
The marshal sitting on the command seat replied, his voice cold, like frozen ice, sharp and unquestionable.
Troll said, "It's up to you to head southeast."
Major General Moore still kept his head down, but his breath was slightly paused.
Vote for name.
Only by defeating an army that could be called an ally at the previous moment would he be eligible to marshal Marshal Troll. Thinking of this, his only unwillingness was buried in the bottom of his heart, and he was even fortunate.
The Marshal's statement is obvious. Only those who surrender first may be accepted, and the surrender later may be rejected by the Marshal. Therefore, if not surrendered under the persecution of Gaja, it is likely that he and His Majesty's fleet will be defeated by other fleets.
"Yes, Lord Marshal."
He still kept his head down and answered.
Marshal Troll no longer looks at him, but once again looks at the young man suspended in the hall.
"come back."
He said coldly.
Mute blinked again.
"Wait a second."
The boy answered with a smile.
Mute's answer made Master Marshal's eyes a bit colder. He stared at Mute for a few seconds, and then the light curtain disappeared.
As soon as the light curtain of communication disappeared, the soldiers of the ship had a feeling of sigh of relief for some reason. They were afraid of that Kah, but as soon as the Marshal appeared, there was a sense of oppression that made them breathless.
Perhaps surrendering to the commander of this marshal is not a bad thing.
Some people think so.
I don't know why, there is always a feeling that it would be miserable to end up with this marshal.
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The results of this war are self-evident.
While the United Army and Marshal Trolle's army was deadlocked, suddenly several entangled battle points were in chaos. The flagship did not know why it suddenly lost control, or lost contact with other warships, and was even damaged, so it lost its commanding fleet They were defeated.
At this time, Major General Moore, who was one of the strongest forces in the coalition forces, suddenly turned against him and attacked the coalition forces that were friendly forces from one side. Obliterated more than half. This time, one-third of the battles set by the coalition forces broke up.
The coalition was in chaos. Major General Moore's betrayal put the coalition leaders at risk, because they did not know if the next betrayer would appear, and when the so-called friendly forces would suddenly attack themselves. . They began to guard the army of other forces around them, and wanted to preserve their strength-and this was the beginning of the coalition's complete collapse.
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In the Imperial Calendar 20153, the War of the Furner Galaxy broke out. Millions of coalition forces aggressively attacked the Ferner galaxy, but were defeated by Marshal Trolle's fleet, which was less than one-third of their strength.
The victory of this battle completely shattered the forces in the cosmic region. Marshal Troll accelerated the pace of expansion from this moment. One year later, he completely annexed this cosmic region, occupying almost one fifth of the empire Star field. At this point, there is no other force that can stop his rapid expansion.
At the same time, this is also the first appearance of the Gaza tribe as an alliance of Marshal Troll in the war.
That was another terrible fighting force, which made all large forces look on their side.
What's more, the powerful fighting power and achievements of the Jia people in this battle were also recognized by the majority of the subordinates of Marshal Troll.
They originally had great doubts and anxieties about the marshal's choice and the Gala alliance. They only suppressed such doubts because they were afraid to disobey the marshal. They could only secretly say a few words in private. After this battle, there were no more people talking privately. After all, being able to get strong help and reduce the casualties of his subordinates is a highly desirable thing for any general.
After all, this is a world of strength. In order to let those who have strange and powerful forces slightly help their fleets in future wars, they can no longer care about any terrible monsters, and start to find ways to approach them one by one. Those Ga, have a good relationship with Ga.
It stands to reason that at this time, it is the most efficient way to have a good relationship with the leader of Jia.
However, because of a well-known thing, no one has the courage to dare to brush the favor of Noah's successor.
... and not wanting to live anymore.
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And our Noah successor is starting to think about ways to please the Marshal. When he was on the enemy ship, Mute rejected the order of the Marshal to ask him to return to the ship because he was worried that Major General Moore was going to fight against him. He did not leave the ship until he saw that Major General Moore indeed began to attack the friendly forces.
However, he did not return to the ship immediately, because he was worried about other Jia, so he wandered around the entire battlefield, and after confirming that those Jia had completed the mission and were safe, he returned to Ishtar.
To be precise, by the time he returned to the ship, the battle was almost over. After a battle comes to an end, Marshal Troll will not continue to command himself, but will give it to his subordinates to clean the battlefield. Therefore, when Mute returned to the hall of Ishtar, the silver-colored podium was empty.
"Where is Major General?"
He grabbed Colonel Qingfa below the podium and asked, because a red-haired elementary soldier itched his feet and feet halfway, and embarrassedly asked for a destroyer and went crazy on the battlefield. He has not returned yet.
"lounge."
Via answered blankly.
"Is he angry?"
"What do you say."
The colonel continued expressionless.
The boy who got the answer scratched his head, then disappeared in front of Via.
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Stereoscopic projection became the lounge of the small garden. Marshal Troll sat quietly, and a leaf of green tea floated in front of him with a cup of steaming tea.
He crossed his knees, his slender calf hung, and his shiny lacquered black boots reflected the light in the virtual sunlight. He dropped his head slightly, leaning his side slightly, with one hand resting on the side of his jaw. The finely lacquered black hair was scattered, and a strand of hair fell on his white cheek. The shadow of his hair was on his handsome face. His face was shaking.
His lip color was very cold and pale, and the thin layer gave a feeling of extreme tenderness.
The shadow at the tip of his hair was shaking in his eye socket, his eyelashes were hanging down, half of his dark blue eyes were covered, and the phoenix opened a slender arc in the corner of the eye.
He sat there quietly, looking cold, unable to see what he was thinking.
All of a sudden, a figure appeared in the room out of thin air.
The boy's feet stepped on the ground, the invisible air flow disappeared, and the original flying black hair fell on the cheek with a bit of childishness. Mute raised her head, and the black pupils sucked in the sunlight and looked bright.
He looked at Troll sitting in front of him, his eyes bent, and he took a few steps forward, trying to catch the Marshal's neck directly from the back, thinking about a moment of dart, spoiled or something, maybe Can make the marshal suffocate.
But this time Mutega ’s energy was really too much. When the nerves were tightened in the universe, I did n’t feel it. When I come back, relax, and withdraw the power of Gaya, my body will be a bit unbearable.
He had just taken a step forward, and suddenly his eyes darkened, his body flickered and his feet softened, and the whole man fell forward.
A pair of hands yanked over and caught him.
Mute hadn't returned yet. When he was light, he was hugged sideways by the man. He took a few steps over the long legs, and he was placed on a wooden lounge chair on the side of the room. He was still half-lying on the lounge chair and didn't respond, one hand had fumbled over him quickly.
"I'm not injured."
Mute quickly said, holding up his upper body and sitting up.
Marshal Troll stared up at him with a very good look and a little scary.
The teenager who was staring at him couldn't help but wince. He whispered, "It's okay, but I just let go ..."
The Marshal still stared at Mute, pursing his lips, like a blade.
"You don't need to do it."
He stared at Mute.
"But I say it all ..."
One hand touched the young man's cheek, so the young man stopped half of his words, and the fingertips touching his skin were cold, as white as snow, and as cold as snow.
The man looked at him, like an abyss, in the dark pupil of Muran, there was an indescribable look that he hadn't seen in a long time.
"If you want, I'll give you the universe."
Marshal Troll said that his cold fingertips slowly slid over the teenager's cheek.
"Gay?"
He whispered that his voice sounded like a deep oozing from deep in his throat.
"You are absent, everything is unnecessary, including those you want to protect ..."
Mute took a deep breath.
He hadn't seen the shivering look of a man for a long time, and it was a clear grim look.
The major general was warning him. He knew that the major general was telling him that if he was to be injured or even killed for the so-called Ga people, then the day he was away would be the end of the Ga people.
The man's gaze was terrible, but the fingertips on his face were so cold that it made people tremble.
"Not ..."
Mute raised her hand and held Troll's cold fingertips.
"It's not just because of Jia ..."
He looked at the Marshal and whispered.
"I want to help you," he said, "I thought I would help you, and you would be happy."
As the boy said, he stretched his hands around Troll's neck. He leaned his head into the marshal's neck and gave him a light nap.
"Major general."
He tilted his head, kissed the marshal's neck, and gave another intimate kiss.
"Major general."
He shouted the name of Major General, and the sound was soft and squeaky, as if wrapped in a layer of honey and penetrated deep into the heart, followed by a roll. , Listening makes people softened into a puddle of water.
"Major General ~"
"……Ok."
The seduced Marshal, holding the boy in his arms, touching the soft hair in the neck, kissed his head, paused, and kissed his head again.
The near-substantial radon that was still seeping out of the body a second before did not know when it disappeared.