【Xianyang】Siren

The sense of powerlessness that swept over him blurred his perception of time.Maybe it's the effect of the anesthesia, the languidness of the body, the strange lightness of comfort.There is a light on the top, white, the handrail is pure white, the wall is white, the light reflected from the floor is white.This wasn't a dream, he remembered being sent back to this room, the white needle.He looked down slowly at the black reading on the display on the armrest, and then heaved a sigh of relief.I really have a fever.

You don't need to stay here any longer.I have important things to do right now.You should really see what you are like now, I don't want to be talked about mistreating the wounded in the future.He also remembered Reoenthal's cold tone, and his useless protests.

Although it sounded like some kind of fatalism, Cobb thought that he was indeed experiencing similar feelings of powerlessness again and again.Once he was young, weak, with no one to rely on, and no one to trust. Later, he became strong and no longer alone. He was trusted and needed, but this sense of powerlessness was always hanging on the pendulum of life. Sooner or later, always come back.Come back again and again.

There was nothing he could do at the moment.When Royenthal sent that communication, he had nothing to do. Yang's situation was unknown, and he watched from the sidelines, and there was nothing he could do.Cobb groped angrily on the control screen at hand for a while, and chose to abort the treatment procedure.The comfortable heat on the back of the neck receded a bit, and his consciousness became clearer.He sat up straight, looking at his silhouette reflected on the smooth floor, feeling a surge of disgust in his heart.

You should take your destiny into your own hands.He remembered urging him like this, but he had no doubt about the answer he would receive, but he didn't care.Sparing no effort to twist events in the direction he wants is also not part of Senkob's temperament. He is perhaps more accepting of the temporary and disordered state of things than anyone else.Yang let go out of self-doubt, not Senkob, he did it out of conviction.But on those rare occasions, circumstances beyond his control irritated him.

Senkob was standing on the bridge of Hyperion, and Yang Weili, with his eyes half closed, rushed forward and yelled.When Bamilion.He didn't walk away, didn't turn his head back to bitterly taste the powerlessness, he drove Huberian away.Not sure why the others just disappeared, it doesn't make sense.But he did it, and Young was angry when he noticed it, but it was too late, Hubrian was far away, far, far away.Hyperion became a warm cocoon, floating in the bright universe that shone like a morning star, enveloping him and Yang.They hide there and caress, or just lean against the edge of the podium.He didn't feel like it was real sex, no penetration, no orgasm, but the wrinkles in his heart were smoothed out, and he had the simplest and hardest total pleasure.He doesn't know the rest of the story.

Because there is no back story.He was still tasting this powerlessness on the Hyperion, not far away, a marriage proposal was in progress.Later, he also went to the wedding and decided in his heart that the groom's dress was not suitable.The lieutenant general is an expert in how to remove the clothes of his bed partner, and he began to let himself recall those wonderful silky, soft and wet moments over and over again.The bride and groom kiss awkwardly amidst booing.Shankob decided that this was the best form.Stories that are so good, he thought, I'll listen, or be a bystander.I'll turn around and walk away because too good a story isn't like a story I'd ever have.

Space-time seems to have entered a distorted mirror again. "Let me untie the scarf for you," he said.The strange uniform was firmly connected, with no gaps, and he found a pair of scissors, the sharp edge dangerously close to the pale blue veins below the neck.Accompanied by the sound of a sharp object tearing through the fabric, everything that separated them seemed to have disappeared. Senkob felt rough, but Yang was not reserved either.I've never longed for a person so much, I've never had such a longing.said Sincobb.me too.Xiankobu felt unbelievable when he heard Yang's vague voice.Did not sleep that night.Walter, Walter, Walter.It was still Yang's voice, his fingers clutching his bare back.In a light rose-colored halo, his body wrapped tightly around another warm body.Ulysses is returning safely.

Yang stood on the battleship and turned his head towards himself, his black eyes were as gentle as ever.

Overhead, floor, walls, white light.Senkob was in a cold sweat and almost tripped over the floor mat.He staggered to open the shade of the medical room, and his eyes were instantly stung by the sharp red light.He stood for a while to catch his breath.I was still on the werewolf, he confirmed, and there seemed to be no signs of fighting around.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel glad that Yang wasn't around him.The feeling just now was a little horrifying, your thoughts flashed for no reason, your stupid and dull desires appeared in front of you like watching a three-dimensional TV, forcing you to admit their existence.What's more, for Senkob, these things far exceed the weight of a flash of thought.After calming down for a while, Sincob decided that there was absolutely no one around him.

He opened the door smoothly, and there was no one in the passage outside, only lights flickering one after another.When he looked up and stared at the light source, he suddenly remembered the funeral he attended when he was a child. There were long long desks and long long rows of candlesticks. He walked forward along the candles, and the forward light had been extinguished. , only the candle behind him was still lit.He didn't want to look behind him, the dancing cold flame made him feel sad; he also didn't want to face forward, because the cold light cast his shadow into the darkness ahead, stretching it a little bit.The flames of the nearby candles were fading, melting, and slowly bending over.The red wax slumped to the ground, flowing towards his feet, as if to freeze him in this powerless sadness.

Once again, Yang Wenwen's eyes projected into his heart.Sencob slammed the door shut.I must flee.We must escape from this quagmire.

While he was thinking this, from the small porthole at the end of the dark passage, Sencob recognized Branhill.

***

When Attenborough walked back to the bridge, Julian was standing in a daze facing the panoramic curved porthole, with Ulysses' empty command seat beside him.

Over the past few days, the Imperial Army has continuously interfered with communications in the star field around the corridor, and the motive is unknown.It is unlikely that they have discovered the Iserlohn fleet leaving the port, otherwise they would not have responded in any way. However, who is this kind of wartime move aimed at?Attenborough discussed repeatedly with Julian and Frederick, but they didn't understand why.Bagdash is leading people who are trying to break through the interference, receive and decipher some messages, and it is precisely for this that Athenpolo came here.

Julian looked a little tired, and Attenborough wanted to make a joke, telling him not to imitate Yang in everything, but the words rolled around in his throat and swallowed back.He first told Julian that there were some scattered communications outside the corridor, which seemed to be from Admiral Luz who stayed behind in Feisha. He asked about the emperor's condition several times, but judging from the wording, he did not seem to receive a reply. In one communication, he clearly stated that Ask to be allowed to lead the medical and technical teams to the corridors. "But we still haven't seen a reply from the emperor," said Attenborough.

"It doesn't seem to be directly related to the movement of the imperial army here." Julian stood leaning on the podium, his tone a little disappointed.

Attenborough nodded. "Wait and see, maybe we can receive other news. It's just..." He sat down behind the command seat and looked at Julian, "In this case, Julian, should we continue with the previous plan? ? If you and Felicity still leave the fleet and go independently, I am a little worried."

"I don't know either." Julian admitted, "I don't know if my decision is right." The flaxen-haired boy slightly raised his eyes and glanced at his seniors and subordinates.

At this time, Frederick stepped on the light and came in. Attenborough repeated the news just now. The lieutenant colonel, who also looked tired, took the nearest seat and sat down, thinking for a while. "We have received communications about the emperor's critical illness, but we have not taken it seriously. The fact that the emperor went to Brunhill has completely attracted our attention."

"I originally thought that the two communications contradicted each other and only one could be true."

"We all assumed that, and now it looks like maybe that's not the case."

"Then, is the communication jamming by the Imperial Army related to the emperor's condition?" Julian raised his head and asked, Attenborough and Felicia also noticed that there seemed to be something strange inside the Imperial Army.

"So shall we continue?" Felicia asked the question just now, "According to the original plan, Ulysses should leave the fleet and prepare to go. Admiral Murat just came to ask me about the schedule. But , if the situation ahead... and there is no fleet escort..."

Seeing that Julian didn't answer for a long time, Felicia slowly stood up on the edge of the table, and said softly, "I don't want to interfere with your decision, but I just want to say...we can't see the situation ahead. It's true, and we don't have time to make perfect arrangements, but I think what we know best is our own heart. Our purpose for this voyage is to bring Yang An'an back to Iserlohn safely. This is the only thing we know Is it right?" Julian hesitated to speak, but the lieutenant colonel shook his head slightly, "No matter what the situation is, no matter what the price is, I will bring Yang An'an back safely. That's it." The lieutenant colonel bowed his head and stroked He took the notepad in his hand and left the bridge briskly.

The young commander sat down tiredly, took off the soft hat on his head and pinched it in his hands.

"Then I'll go to Bagdash to have a look." Athenpolo stood up, "Julian, you are our commander, I will support..."

"I'm not willing to pay the price! Not at all! Not alone!" Julian raised his head suddenly, and looked at Attenborough with reddened eyes, "Otherwise I have no way to face the admiral. Lieutenant General Sencobu, The whereabouts of Lieutenant Colonel Poblain and the entire Rose Knight Company are unknown, and you, Lieutenant Colonel Greenhill, you are all here, and everyone who stayed in Iserlohn...I can't pay anyone, Do you understand, Major General Attenborough?"

Attenborough approached him suspiciously, putting his hands on his shoulders. "Listen, Julian, what on earth are you thinking? There's nothing to suggest that there's a price to pay now—"

"Really?" Julian raised his head, then shook his flaxen hair violently, "If Admiral Yang knows that he has sacrificed many lives for himself...again..." Both of them moved back obviously Shrinking, Julian's gaze slowly swept across the bridge, "Major Admiral Attenborough, look here, these seats were originally full of people."

"Julian? Look at me." At this moment, Athenpolo felt a little nervous.

The boy shook his head again, as if shaking off some thoughts. "Major General, I just stood here and suddenly remembered something from the past. I don't know why I thought of it... Do you remember that once we went out for a picnic, when the admiral was still a major, I was preparing food When I heard you chatting with the Admiral, you talked about the new appointment of Admiral Rapp, and you also mentioned Ms. Jessica... I suddenly remembered that Admiral Rapp did not return from that mission, and Ms. Jessica also I left, and later... Now I am talking about this little thing with you, Admiral Attenborough, you may still have a slight impression, you may think of the sunshine that day, the smell of the lawn, the taste of the food, you will know me What are you talking about. But if in the future..." He stretched out his hand, and slid across the air, across the empty seat, "All my memories, who should I share with? There will be no more grass and sunshine, and the memories will rot. .I'm very scared, really, I need everyone here, I'm afraid of irreparable loss." He lowered his head again, "It's really difficult to make a decision. Before the admiral...is it always like this..."

The older officer also seemed to be drawn by his thoughts, returning to a certain time and space in the past.

But he hesitated only for a moment, then pulled Julian up from the chair. "This kind of self-harm and self-pity is not suitable for you, Julian. Ulysses is already slowing down now. If you still want to go to discuss with the emperor, then we should prepare to go and start trying to contact the imperial army."

There were beads of sweat on Julian's forehead, and after a long time, he slowly raised his hand to wipe it off, then turned sideways and opened a little visor to block the gloomy red. "The Imperial Army is doing communication jamming, can you contact Brenhill?" He suddenly thought.

"Give Bagdash a try. Maybe you won't hear back soon."

"I can't wait." Julian propped his hands on the podium, half-raised his head and looked outside, "I'm fed up with the feeling of being powerless. Maybe it's because I'm getting closer to the siren, and I'm getting more and more disgusted with myself. This feeling, as soon as I think about it... I can't wait, Admiral Attenborough, I know that the correct way is to make judgments based on the other party's actions, but now I tend to think that the other party's actions can no longer be predicted according to normal logic. Perhaps Greg Major Renhill is right, we should remember what we have to do, and the only thing that is clear now is our own heart."

"I agree." Attenborough replied immediately, with a somewhat relieved smile, "Then I will go and give the order, and the Iserlohn fleet will rush to the Siren Starfield at full speed..."

"—Wait, I..." Julian didn't think about what he was going to say.He was asking himself in his heart: Is my decision right?The admiral really agrees with me bringing the fleet out?

"Wait a minute!" The two looked up, only to see Felicity leading Murat into the bridge.

"Julian, please forgive me, I decided on my own..." The lieutenant colonel seemed to have just run all the way, her voice panting, she glanced at Murat to signal to the other two.

Murat bowed and said, "Mr. Commander, Admiral Attenborough, that's right. Mrs. Yang just saw a message from the fortress. It seems that Admiral Merkaz sent a letter to warn that our army has been detected. On the other side of the corridor, Admiral Valle sent a reconnaissance team into the corridor. After encountering the cruiser of your army, he left quickly and did not exchange fire. Admiral Merkaz seemed to be suspicious of me. But if I tried to fight with our army before I have contacted, and I believe that with your army's investigative capabilities, it is impossible to know."

"That is to say," Athenpolo turned his head to look at Julian, "the imperial army really knows that we have left the port?"

Julian shuddered.Do you really want to face the Imperial fleet head-on in the vast space without any cover?This is tantamount to suicide.Julian seemed to have seen Yang frowning.

"My suggestion," Murat added at this time, "call Branhill immediately, in my name."

"Of course you need your assistance in this matter." Julian looked at him deeply, paused for a moment, straightened his military cap and turned to Attenborough, "Vice general, according to the previous plan, you will stay nearby with the fleet, Waiting for the next order. Admiral Murat will still be with us and go straight to Brenhill." He met Frederick's gaze, "Admiral Yang will not want to fight at this moment, and he will not want me to take so many People are dragged into an unknown situation ahead. This matter needs to be done by ourselves, no matter what is ahead, we can only go and see.”

***

Brenhill hangs alone in the crimson star field.

Mittermeier, Hilde, and other officers did not dare to leave the commanding platform for a moment. The continuous interference in the communication channel made it impossible for Brenhill to contact other warships, and only the Werewolf's warning to stop the ship came in continuously.

"Still haven't received a reply from Admiral Lutz?" Hilde asked anxiously.There were beads of sweat on the messenger's forehead, and he could only express his apologies to the Countess.But Mittermeier said that Feisha had a long way to go, even if Lutz received the order smoothly, even if he sailed at full speed without stopping for a moment, it would take a lot of time to reach the corridor.If you use the mass of a whole fleet to do the Vap jump, the risk is too high, and there are too many uncontrollable factors. I am afraid that Lutz will not make this choice when the situation is unclear.

"Also, if my memory is not bad," Mittermeier added groaningly, "In the left-behind fleet, only Lutz's flagship is equipped with WAP engines. It is impossible for such a huge budget to be approved immediately, not to mention that there is no confirmation from His Majesty... Even if it can be made in time, there will only be one battleship, and we cannot expect Lutz's fleet to solve the immediate problem."

The indicator lights flickered, the metal doors moved to both sides, and the people on the bridge stopped talking and all stood up.Reinhard, who came in hurriedly, motioned for everyone not to salute.

"Admiral Xiutley just came to report the current situation," he explained briefly, and walked to the monitor to look at the map of the star field.Most of the Imperial Army fleet is currently anchored in the port, only a flashing golden light spot is approaching the astral siren at a constant speed, and in front of the route, the human wolf and its fleet are also gathering, and the wings are spread out, obviously to seal the Boren Hill's way forward.The young emperor grasped the cloak on both sides of his arms tightly, and the cold anger in his eyes accumulated deeper. "Why does Luo Yantar have trouble with me?" There were not many emotional ups and downs in his voice.

Of course no one answered this question, Reinhardt turned his head slightly, "Mittermeier, is Reoenthal still refusing to talk? I heard that he is interfering with the ship's communication?"

Mittermeier had no choice but to confirm.The emperor nodded, "Please send another letter to the wolf. If Roenthal immediately goes to Heinesen to assume the post of governor of the new territory, I can pretend that this has never happened. Mittermeier, you know that I am not saying that For those who don't believe me, these words are not an expedient measure to trick him, you go and tell him, this is my last concession."

"Your Majesty!" Hilde obviously disagreed, but the emperor raised his hand to stop her, "Miss Countess, I have my own judgment on the question of Regenthal, so you don't need to say too much. I have something else to do when I come here." The emperor glanced around sharply, "Why are you constantly slowing down? Do you really think you can fool me? I have clearly said earlier, ignore Luo Yantar, and move forward at full speed to catch up with the enemy... before the fleet gathers Entered the siren orbit before. Reuenthal dare not do anything to Brenhill, don't be fooled by his bravado."

The emperor personally came to give the order, and no one dared to neglect it, and Brenhill obviously started to speed up.Although Hilde understood that the emperor's opinion was correct, seeing the two ships on the route map, the Werewolf and the Brenhill, were getting closer and closer, and were about to enter the range of each other's main guns, he still couldn't help being frightened.Mittermeier felt a little more relieved, he knew in his heart that at this moment, he must either stop or hurry up and enter the more dangerous area before the other party, so as to let the opponent throw the mouse.But this order cannot be made by oneself, this bet cannot be placed by oneself, Mittermeier knows how to carefully let go of this subtlety between monarch and minister, but will his friend understand?Like Reinhardt, Mittermeier was not worried about Brenhill's situation, but he was more worried about Reoenthal's response.

"Miss Countess," the emperor asked after looking around again, "Where is Marshal Yang Weili now?"

"My subordinate has temporarily invited Marshal Yang and his entourage to the waiting room." Hilde replied, "Also, Marshal Yang just asked, saying that one of his subordinates is still recuperating from a wolf. I wonder if he can send a letter to contact you. Don’t dare to make a decision.”

Reinhard curled his lips, "Whatever, it's not a big deal. Miss Countess, please invite Marshal Yang to the study again. The last meeting was suddenly interrupted by Reoenthal, and the conversation has hardly begun. "

What to talk about?Hilde habitually guessed, but had no clue.

When Yang Weili was hurriedly led from the lounge into the emperor's study, he was still arranging his messy hair. Reinhard couldn't help but find it funny, "Marshal Yang, your mentality is really admirable. In a dangerous situation, without a trace of panic, can you still take a nap peacefully?"

"I just lay on the sofa for a short while, thinking about something, but I didn't even close my eyelids." Yang explained with some embarrassment, "However, there is no danger." He smiled, "Just now I was really worried at the beginning, but after observing for a while, I found that if Marshal Reuenthal really made a decision, he would not have to spend so much time, and he would not give Brenhill a chance to speed up." When looking out the porthole The red dust became thicker and thicker, but the smile on his face gradually receded, "The Siren is the best safe haven, if you and Marshal Rosenthal can control themselves."

"Mittermeier has spoken to me about what happened to you," Reinhardt replied. "It seems that the Siren is a monster that mimics, isn't it? What you give to it, it will give back to you." .If Roenthal intends to start a war there, the result may endanger everyone." He unconsciously looked at the small door in the inner room, "But what I am more worried about is not..." He hesitated, and did not continue go on.

Yang waited for a while, feeling that it was unnecessary for him to sit here. Reinhardt was obviously waiting for someone.He had seen Gilfies appear and disappear last time, but Reinhard probably wouldn't believe it. If he mentioned it, it might irritate him again like last time.So Yang stood up and made a gesture to leave.Sure enough, Reinhard stopped him.

"Marshal Yang, you mentioned last time that you know more about the sirens, and you wanted me to tell you what Gilphiaes told me. I really calmed myself down and thought about your proposal..." Noticing Yang's eyes, Reinhard hesitated for a while again, "However, can you please tell me first, what exactly did you see? What made the magician Yang return from this star field, and even made up own death?"

For a moment, Yang Weili's mind short-circuited.This idea is still quite new, so he can only evaluate it in his heart.After deliberating for a while, Yang had no choice but to choose as vague a wording as possible, but not too perfunctory.

"Probably saw the death he would bring." He lowered his head, so he missed the sudden flash of shock in Reinhardt's eyes.The emperor stood up in a hurry, turned away, turned around the room a few times, and became uneasy again.

"Gilfies told me," Reinhardt suddenly stopped and looked in Yang Weili's direction, his eyes erratic, "he told me not to go, told me not to go."

"Don't have to see the Sirens?"

Reinhardt shook his head. "Marshal Yang," he seemed determined, "Have you ever seen a mushroom cloud?"

"Well, I've seen it." Yang Weili was a little confused, "In the photo, or in the video. Well, the use of thermonuclear weapons in human history..."

"In the video." Reinhardt interrupted, repeated softly, and sat down on the low stool by the window.

Outside the porthole of Brenhill, there was an increasingly dense red mist. Yang realized that they were approaching the interstellar dust belt on the outer ring of the siren orbit. Behind this veil-like barrier was the boiling red star. liquid star.The battleship is approaching, and the siren seems to be aware of it, and the speed of dust collection is obviously accelerating, which indicates that the siren is active.Vaguely, Yang seemed to see that other warships were also approaching the dust belt, and the luster of metal penetrated through, and there seemed to be black main guns.

——"A very bad thing. It proves what a bad person you are." ——Yang heard a sick voice, and he looked around quickly, but he didn't find anyone coming in.If Gilfies appeared again, then he should be able to see it.Yang felt puzzled.Reinhardt was still sitting there, not moving, and Yang wasn't sure if he heard the voice too.But Reinhardt's face became visibly pale. —"You are very bad, even worse than the Duke of Blanchubert, because you know what you are doing. He is unconscious of his actions, but you are perfectly able to judge the matter. It is because you are perfectly aware , which made your behavior worse. The throne is floating on the sea of ​​blood, and the bones are piled up into a crown and scepter. Can you see it? Of course you can see it, they are there. You who are alive must remember, The dead are never forgotten, because death is eternal and cannot be changed."

Reinhardt was holding on to the porthole stiffly. Behind him, he could see from a distance that flying dust hit the magma rising high from the surface of the star, and something was forming.Yang felt a tightness in his throat, and the voice seemed to come from where Reinhardt was standing.

The side door leading to the inner room suddenly opened. "Didn't I tell you, you don't need to look at it." The room suddenly became clean, even though the person who spoke was obviously very angry.Sure enough, Yang Weili saw Gilfies coming out of the room in a hurry, and Reinhardt of course saw it too, but he took a few steps back and turned his head angrily.

The fluffy red haze has completely covered the star field outside at this time.On the dark red background, an extremely grand and gorgeous mushroom cloud bloomed above the stardust.

Reinhardt stared at it carefully, as if confirming every detail. After turning around, he turned his head and explained to Gilfies, "I only watched that video once, but I'm sure, at that time in Westland , is such a scene, exactly the same. I have not forgotten."

"No one is blaming Your Excellency for forgetting..." Gilfies replied softly, and continued to approach him.

"Because you're a bad guy, Gilphiace." Reinhard glared at him, and pushed his hand away again, "I know what's going on now, Gilphiace. I thought you were back, But you don't, why not? You tell me it's a cemetery, you ask me what's under the Milky Way, but it's not you, it's me talking to myself."

The red-haired youth was a little sad. "But I am indeed back. I am very glad to see you, Master Reinhardt." This time he tentatively grabbed the pale and cold hand of the person opposite him, and stopped the force of his withdrawal.Gilfies looked away from Reinhardt's face, and slowly settled on Yang Weili, "Admiral Yang, if it were you, what would you do?"

"Admiral Gilfies," Yang replied quickly, "You are right, for the sake of the living, don't go to see it."

Gilfies smiled at Yang. "Look, you're not talking to yourself." He turned to his blond friend gently again, "Master Reinhardt, what could be under the shadow of the Milky Way? All things that cannot be seen, all things that cannot be spoken to others, All the overwhelming fear, who hasn't ordered that? Let alone us. In the end, it's just a mud, a deep mud of self-loathing. But you gotta live, you gotta get up."

Reinhardt didn't seem to fully understand, but he turned his head to look at Yang, and couldn't help but put his other hand on his neck, "But..." His pale pupils shrank, and he didn't say any more.Yang felt very tired, he thought he didn't need to say more.

Hilder, Mittermeier and others were blocking the emperor's study, and as soon as Yang came out, they hurried forward, and Yang made a gesture first, "I know it's impolite to say this, but please don't ask me again Okay? The emperor is doing well, better than ever. I know you've seen the siren's condition, but trust me, this mimicry won't last long, and it doesn't do any harm, just keep it as a decoration, though It looks intrusive, but don't pay too much attention to—"

"Marshal Yang," Hilde's voice sounded strange, "the human wolf has entered the outer dust of the siren, and at the same time, we also discovered..." She and Mittermeier looked at each other, "Ulysses .”

***

"Friend. King. Enemy. Woman." Roenthal twirled the whiskey glass casually.Because of the ice cubes, the condensed water on the outside of the wine glass flowed down and accumulated on the table, and the glass slid forward along the water stains.Rosenthal stretched out his hand to hold it down, and took another sip.

At this time, the adjutant came to report that Ulysses requested face-to-face communication, and Reuenthal sneered, "What? I gave them Branhill, but they still don't trust me?"

"Your Excellency, I really don't understand..." Bergengren looked embarrassed, and Reynthal raised a finger from the cup wall, "I know what you want to say, but I have my own plan. Your Majesty must be It's safe. You go get Sencob over here."

The lieutenant general had actually been waiting outside the command room for a while, and Roenthal refused to see him all the time, but he also refused to go back to the medical room, and almost moved his hand with the guards. The first thing he said was, "Ulysses is coming soon." He laughed, and seemed to be interested in watching the change in Senkob's expression, "Your people are here to pick you up."

Senkob also stared at him, as if confirming whether this was a lie from Reoenthal. "Where's Brenhill?" he asked as calmly as he could.

Reuenthal slowly turned his head and said to the adjutant, "Agree to Ulysses' request for communication." After finishing speaking, he looked at Senkob and did not directly answer his question, "Lieutenant General Senkobu, I hope you can Do me a favor and do yourself a favor."

Cobb didn't speak first, Roenthal took a sip of his wine, and continued to speak slowly, "Ulysses' goal is Brenhill, if they want to go there, I will not stop them. But your companions seem I don’t believe that such a good thing will happen in the world, I think, if you can say a few words of proof, it will be good for everyone.” Roenthal stopped and looked at Cobb, “You don’t believe it either?”

"What do you want me to prove?"

"It's very simple, Yang Weili is on Brenhill. I didn't ask you to tell a lie."

Cobb took a few steps forward, "If you can't do it yourself, I want Iserlohn to do it for you."

The wine glass was already empty, Reoenthal stood up and straightened his military uniform. "Then let's see what they do."

When the communication was opened, both parties were a little surprised.Julian hadn't expected to see Senkob, and Reoenthal stared at Murat, as if recalling his colleague.

"Admiral Murat," Roenthal said, thinking about it, "if you are coerced..."

"Admiral Royantal!" Murat replied excitedly, "I am very grateful for your wise decision! Commander Mintz and Iserlohn's army have misunderstood our army's actions, but I believe that as long as we can clarify Yang The admiral's special situation can completely avoid unnecessary conflicts. I was worried that I would be blocked here, so it's really good that you choose to let me go..."

"Admiral Murat," Luo Yantar frowned and interrupted, then looked at Julian on the other side of the screen, "this must be Commander Mintz? I don't know, what special situation does Admiral Yang have?"

At this moment, Murat looked at Julian, and Julian looked embarrassed. After a simple greeting, he looked at Senkob, "Lieutenant General..."

Xian Kobu saluted, "Commander, the admiral is indeed in Brenhill, but I don't know the specific situation. What is certain at present is that the emperor is going to the Sirens."

"You can know that what I'm saying is true." Rosenthal interjected.

"But you...why..." Julian still looked at Senkob with concern.

"Julian," Senkob suddenly leaned forward, resting his hands on the podium, "don't fire, no matter what happens, remember not to fire! If the imperial army makes a move by itself, don't ask anything, leave quickly, understand? ? Yang handed over Iserlohn to you to ensure everyone's safety, understand?"

The young commander on the other side of the screen was about to say something, but the screen went black.At this time, a new signal came in, and there was a communication from Mittermeier from Branhill, and the emperor asked Reoenthal to evacuate and go to Heinesen to take office.Under Senkob's watchful gaze, Royantal held on