The leader of the cute army is a panda [Rebirth Interstellar]

When Mo's parents found his cub, Xiong Mao was hanging on the tree and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

It's time for dinner, but the little guy who arrived at the cafeteria on time didn't show up. Even the cook mustered up the courage to come over and ask, and the others even poked their heads here.Although the soldiers sitting in the distance didn't know what happened, they also stopped eating when they saw the difference in the atmosphere.

Feeling the low air pressure in the cafeteria that shouldn't be there, Mo Qian ordered everyone to eat normally and do what they should do after eating, but he didn't move himself, and the others felt that the food tasted wrong.Now Mo Qian was the low pressure itself, but he didn't care about that anymore.

There is no alarm signal, and the positioning has been parked in a very safe place.Mo Qian began to think that Gun Gun was fascinated by something else.During this period of time, he was very curious about many things in the outdoors. He could look at a grass or a small insect in circles for a long time, and even sniffed them, like a primary school student who wanted to write an observation diary.

Occasional mischief is acceptable to Moqian, and I am happy to see it now.Although the reason why he recognized the little guy at first was that he was well-behaved and sensible, but Phoebe's reminder was also very reasonable.Whether it is a child or a small animal, it is not good to be too restrained.His attitude towards Xiaotuanzi has changed subtly. As long as he doesn't do things that harm himself or others, he doesn't care about some small characteristics that are different from the norm, just like he looks at Edwin's nonsense.Seeing the little guy getting more and more lively, he also felt very happy, and even felt an inexplicable sense of pride.

But if there is a risk factor, that's a different story.

The dinner time was coming to an end, and the gray figure that should appear was still at the other end of the locator.Mo Qian stood up silently.

Xia Qi and the others proposed to look for it together, but were rejected. Thinking that Mo Qian had a position and was the fastest, he did not insist.Everyone thought it was just a child who was playing and missed the time, and it was fine for an adult to pick it up, and reminded Mo Qian not to be too strict.

Because of Xiong Mao's performance and getting along with him every day, he gradually became a member of this group.The people around Mo Qian, consciously or unconsciously, treated him as their own child. They not only liked cute and rare animals, but also doted on and pampered him, even if he couldn't speak or walk upright.

The root cause was Mo Qian's attitude.Although the soldiers all said that Gun Gun was the commander's pet in battle, those who were close to him didn't see that Mo Qian treated the little guy as a pet, let alone a battle pet to be put into the battlefield.As far as the "high IQ" displayed by Gun Gun at this stage, this is by no means an ordinary animal.But Mo Qian didn't say anything, and they didn't ask.This is a tacit understanding between brothers and comrades in arms, and it is also a respect for the officer I trust.No matter what the specifics are, life is much more interesting with Borg Stars now.

Intellectually, he understood that the little guy should be fine, but within a short period of time on the road, his brain automatically assembled several horror scenes for him. With his head slightly lowered, Mo Qian sped up again.It was still daytime, he couldn't use his true ability, he could only run at high speed on a fixed road.Even so, those with sharp eyesight will catch a little afterimage, and ordinary people will only feel that the wind has blown past.

He quickly arrived at the location where he was positioned, but he couldn't see the rolling figure at a glance. Mo Qian's heart skipped a beat, and his pulse beat fast for a moment.

This is a green field on the west side of the training field.To say it is a green space is to flatter it.Originally, there were only some sparse grass and a few more sparse trees, which were no different from the common scenery in the area where the base is located.After the tree-planting training, some soldiers seemed to have discovered the benefits of plants. After the application was approved, they spontaneously used the rest time to plant trees in the dormitory, canteen and open space beside the training field. The only types of trees provided by the forestry department From this it became common at the base.There is no requirement for training, these trees are planted as one likes, some places have a sense of landscape design, and some places are completely random.

The area of ​​the western training field is too large. At present, only the area under Mo Qian's feet has formed a small forest, and the tree planting style is also random.Gun Gun would come here, mostly because there are trees and a hillside here, where he can see the soldiers training when he stays on the hillside.But now, there is nothing on the hillside, and the black toy car is still parked on the side of the road.

To calm himself down, Mo Qian walked to the exact location of the positioning, and on the screen of the optical brain, the blue dot representing himself had coincided with the red dot representing billowing.When I lowered my head, there was no locator on the ground; when I turned my head, there were fresh paw prints on the tree trunk beside me; when I looked up quickly, a yellowed diamond-shaped leaf just floated down.Facing the twilight light, through the neatly lined edges of the leaves, a gray-white fur ball hanging between the tree forks came into view.

I didn't expect that the little guy could climb trees.

This tree should be a native plant of the Borg planet. It is about six meters high and the trunk diameter is about [-] centimeters. Although it still looks a little malnourished, it can be said to be determined to grow like this in the natural environment of the Borg star. Very much.Against the background of the surrounding small trees, the tree's figure is a bit tall, if there is no big ball of hair on the tree.

Rolling is hanging at a position more than three meters above the ground, with its white butt against the tree trunk, its body leaning forward and lying on the branch protruding outwards, its big head resting on its overlapping front paws, its face is deformed under the pressure, The two gray-haired legs hang down naturally, and they seem to be much longer than usual, and they are barely considered long legs.

In this position, in this posture, he actually slept soundly, and the movement of himself coming over did not wake him up.

Looking at the "beautiful appearance" in front of him, Mo Qian felt for a moment that he should be like this, as if his race has been like this for thousands of years, but the next moment, the picture of the little guy watching a video and learning knowledge jumped into his mind , it seems that the latter is normal.

A life is like a prism. When you get closer, you will see many sides of the other person, and you will also see many sides of yourself.

Mo Qian is not someone who is used to entangled in ethereal thoughts, the little guy is safe and healthy, that's enough.

The temperature in Jiangwan is not too low, and he has a lot of hair, so he doesn't have to worry about catching cold, and his dream was not interrupted. Mo Qian leaned his back gently on the tree trunk, and looked at the empty training ground from this angle for the first time .

Although Borg has a dry season and a rainy season, the dry season is not very hot, and the rainy season is not very rainy.The climate that does not change much makes the original species relatively simple, and the temperature is very suitable for human survival.Waiting for more vegetation to replace flying sand, this marginal planet will become more attractive.Then, it's time for it to fly.

Xiong Mao didn't have a good dream, he fell asleep with depression, and woke up with depression.

It was dim in front of his eyes, and his sleepy brain didn't notice anything wrong.

"Come down when you wake up." A familiar voice said to him.

OK, go down.I answered in my heart, but no sound came out of my mouth.The brain runs slowly, with a half-turn and a pause, and the meaning of "going down" is fully resolved after one turn.Slowly retract the two hind legs, then extend one leg, hook the tree trunk, step back a little, then extend the other leg and repeat, as slowly as a sloth.

The voice didn't urge him, and was patiently silent, but he knew that the owner of the voice was still there.

Chaos' head couldn't control the body very well, stepped on the ground, and fell suddenly and hit the brain with a stick. The body hooked the tree trunk before consciousness, and at the same time a pair of big hands had already supported it.

Xiong Mao finally became more sober, hugged the tree trunk and turned his head, seeing the blurred face of the parents.A little bit of grievance came up vigorously, he didn't think much, a thought command won the championship in the race against the ideas of mature people, he stretched out a hairy arm, and hugged the man's neck.

The man gently hugged him down from the tree, let him put his head on his shoulders, hugged him with one hand, picked up the little black car with the other, and returned towards the night.

All the way back to the cafeteria without a word, there were two small lights on in the lobby, and there was no one there.

Mo Qian's dinner plate was still in place, and the food inside had long since lost its heat.This is the rule of the army, food cannot be wasted, and whoever has leftovers will get rid of it, and the army commander is no exception.

Putting the roll down, Mo Qian sat down, planning to finish the cold dinner just like this.Before it started, someone rushed out of the back kitchen.

"Wait a minute, I'll heat it up for you, and bring out the boiling dinner." The visitor said respectfully.

"Didn't you say you don't need to worry about it, you should go to rest." Mo Qian's tone was not reproachful.

"How can I make Gungun hungry? I can't let you eat cold food." The visitor insisted.

Xiong Mao lowered his head when he saw the man returning to the back kitchen with the plate, and Mo Qian who had recovered his silence.

He had long discovered that although Mo Qian's status was not low, he would never cause trouble for ordinary soldiers at will.He took care of the children mostly by himself, and he entrusted Lan Ye, who was like a brother, to do his gadgets instead of handing them over to the logistics department.This man always looked strict, but his strictness was aimed at training and work. Apart from that, he was tolerant to others, and even gentler to ordinary soldiers.Most of his strict requirements are placed on himself.Powerful, resolute, and decent, it's no wonder that even though he often has a cold face, the soldiers occasionally show a kind of closeness to him in addition to being in awe of him.

However, Xiong Mao thought, not only did he worry about him today, but he also indirectly made him trouble others.

Reminiscent of what he heard this afternoon, Xiong Mao couldn't help thinking, the person just now was one of the cooks who carefully prepared food for him every day, and whether he was also a guardian.Although he is also wearing a black military uniform, the cook is not a member of the official combat team, so he doesn't have to do so much training during the day, and he doesn't have to study military knowledge at night.If he is also a guardian, will the pain be less than that of a soldier guardian?But pain is pain, no matter how deep or shallow it is.

The guilt in Xiong Mao's heart was fermenting.

During the relative silence, the cook had already left and returned, bringing over two dinner plates.Mo Qian's portion was already overheated, and Xiong Mao's portion was not properly arranged due to the rush of time, but it could be seen that the fruits and the like were freshly cut.

One person and one bear finished the late dinner quickly so that the cooks could go to rest early.

When they returned to the room, no one said anything. Before putting down the car, Mo Qian pointed to the time dial on the car, and Xiong Mao lowered his head again.

Stern lessons are not terrible, but silent isolation is terrible. Those who make mistakes will think: Is he ignoring me?Is he deeply disappointed in me?

Xiong Mao is now the one who made the mistake.

Looking at the parent sitting on the blanket with one leg bent, Xiong Mao felt uneasy.Even in this posture, the man's back is still straight, and he only lowers his head slightly, inputting something on the optical brain, without looking at himself, showing a kind of indifference.

Xiong Mao thought for a while, moved his head to his ears, but didn't hold his hands.He turned around helplessly and sent his big white butt up, but he didn't have a hand to pat.Xiong Sheng encountered a low tide and had no choice. He lay down and let out a sigh of frustration.

Hearing a sigh, Mo Qian turned his head. The little guy was lying on his stomach with his butt facing him and his head facing outwards, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In fact, he wasn’t angry, well, it’s not accurate to say that, he was a little angry, the little guy didn’t come back to eat after a while, but fell asleep outdoors or something, it should be educated, but it all depends on figuring out the little guy’s depression after the reason.

Yes, he felt the little guy's unhappiness.Missing the complementary food dinner that I have always liked can also be explained by oversleeping. It is not normal to suddenly act like a baby and want to hug, and then keep silent.

After carefully thinking about the situation during this period, there was nothing unusual. He was happy during lunch today, and he seemed to be looking forward to the activities in the afternoon. The problem should lie in the experience in the afternoon.

After inquiring about the afternoon's affairs through the optical brain, and piecing together the information obtained from various places, Mo Qian basically understood the cause of the matter.

It turns out that not only can he climb trees, but the little guy is so soft in his heart.

Laughing silently, the man reached out and straightened the fat dumpling so that he was facing him, and started tonight's extended teaching.