The shining Shoko Toyokawa

"This is an ultimatum,"

When people are sure of victory, they will not shout loudly.

"You guys, get out of here right now."

Because, the instinct of anger is a "weapon" that was passed down from the genes of ancient ancestors in the bloody primitive era in order to deter the enemy.

This is a deadly 'mechanism' that may cost the enemy's life, or your own life.

The core principle is the same as a cat's fur standing up, which is to make yourself look difficult to mess with.

But when a person has absolute power, such as an experienced hunter holding a rifle and facing an unaware prey, he will not feel angry at all.

Even if he accidentally scares away the prey, the hunter can make countless mistakes, and the one who survives in the end is almost certainly him.

Therefore, when people are absolutely sure of victory, there is no need for anger.

The soldiers looked at each other in confusion. Just when they were hesitant, the order to retreat sounded in their earphones.

This group of elites who could beat twenty pink-haired girls all left the room in less than 5 seconds, and did not forget to close the door before leaving.

Cold air continued to pour into the bedroom from the broken floor-to-ceiling windows. Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya took a deep breath, pulled out the syringe inserted in her arm, rolled up Mia in the blanket, and gently carried her to another bedroom.

The blonde secret agent lady, I don't know if she was electrocuted.

The ocean-blue eyes exposed outside the quilt were fixed on the girl who had suddenly changed from a decadent tax thief to a gloomy and sharp one, like a battle-hardened soldier.

In fact, if we only talk about practical experience with mobile suits, in this generally peaceful era, few people can compare to her.

It's obvious that I can't go back.

But why has she been deliberately maintaining that ordinary and natural girlish temperament for such a long time?

Perhaps it was because deep down in her heart, she had always longed for an ordinary and natural life.

And now, she finally gave up the last bit of fantasy.

The next day, Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya, in a neatly trimmed uniform, arrived at the military camp at the port early.

All the old faces in the military camp were gone, and even the temporary captain of the White Trojan Horse had been replaced.

This situation was a godsend for Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya.

There is no point in just escaping and fantasizing. If you want to protect something, you must bear the consequences.

Now, she will firmly grasp the power of being a lieutenant colonel and a pilot of Penelope.

Regardless of whether the bigwigs are suspicious or not!

Chapter 185: The center of the storm is the calmest

"Damn it, those damn bastards in the army! Our convoy for purchasing supplies had all the necessary paperwork, yet they kept it locked up for ages!"

Power is sometimes a troublesome thing.

So, on the morning of the third day of Christmas, Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya was invited to attend an internal naval officers' gathering.

Due to the large-scale personnel transfers, it is not an exaggeration to call this gathering a welcome party, as most of the officers who came were unfamiliar faces.

Among them are both MS pilots and ordinary officers on the ship.

A tall and strong lieutenant colonel got drunk and started to complain loudly about the army stationed outside the land.

"If it weren't for them, our party would have started yesterday!"

"And those guys in the Air Force aren't any good either!" Another officer chimed in, "They say the third-generation mobile suits can only be deployed at their full potential by the Air Force. But don't you see who foolishly charged into a dogfight with a MiG during the Vietnam War decades ago and got the crap out of them."

Their words left Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya speechless. The South Vietnam War had been over for almost fifty years, yet they were still bringing it up.

"Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya, what do you think?"

She wanted to eat melons, but the size was too large. Although she knew only a few people, all the officers knew her.

Following the booming voice of the tall and strong lieutenant colonel, everyone stopped talking and turned their attention to the pink-haired lieutenant colonel who was too young.

Seeing this, the lieutenant colonel simply handed the wine glass to his female companion and stepped onto the podium that the leader had just used.

"Everyone, as a soldier, I am far less mature than you all," the lieutenant colonel skipped the self-introduction step and went straight to the point, "but most of you here may not have been to orbit, especially near the planet of hope, Aurora. From there, Mother Earth, on which we depend for survival, only occupies a very small part of our field of vision.

You may think that I am just showing off that I have been to Aurora, but what I actually want to tell you is another more creepy thing -

Whether it is an invincible fleet composed of dozens of aircraft carriers or a steel torrent of millions of troops, they are all extremely small things when viewed from space!

The biggest factor that determines victory in future wars is often not the stronger military force on the ground, in the ocean, or in the atmosphere tens of thousands of meters high.

And in the space tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from the earth!

As long as we don’t have the right to control space, if someone drops a rock on us, no matter how powerful the power on Earth is, it will be equal to zero!

In the face of the future Space Force, whether it's the Army, Air Force, or Navy, to put it bluntly, they're just security forces."

The lieutenant colonel's words triggered a widespread silence.

A century-old navy is not just a country. It takes a century to build a strong navy.

This is because, if we follow the original historical trajectory, in the foreseeable 100 years, the navy will be the most indispensable part of the military power of the world's major powers.

It is precisely because of this that the American Navy is first-class.

As the "first-class people", they do not look down on the army and air force in their hearts, but as an elite technical branch of the army, they think they are superior to the other two armies.

But because of the sudden appearance of the White Trojan Horse, the Space Age is about to arrive.

Just like Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya said, the future definitely belongs to the Space Force.

Unless the navy, army and air force, like now, kick out the army that eats at the children's table, and each has its own advanced fighter jets, and in the future also has its own space fleet,

But judging from the above attitude, this situation is unlikely.

Now the generals and the parliament are planning to draw outstanding talents from the three armed forces to fill and expand the space force, which was originally just a mascot.

Although this is what is said on the surface, it is actually another round of redistribution of interests.

If you have someone of your own in the Space Force, your voice in the future will be even stronger.

Now this atmosphere of open and covert fighting has spread from the generals to the non-commissioned officers.

Everyone knows that as long as you become a space force, you can be promoted at a very fast speed even if you have not made any achievements in the future expansion of the space force.

Especially young officers, most of them are unwilling to live a mediocre life.

The replacements for the surviving officers of the Battle of Gibraltar this time were made up of people with connections and talents in the three armed forces.

They wished someone would attack the port immediately so that they could make military achievements and become a space force.

"Pa bang..."

No one knew who took the lead, but warm applause broke out in the meeting hall.

On the one hand, what Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya said was indeed good, and more importantly, most of these well-connected guys knew that the Lieutenant Colonel was about to transfer from the Navy to the Space Force with the White Trojan Horse.

It is said that during the election, America's next ruling party also promised her the position of Governor of Aurora.

From this, it can be seen that in the next few years, this young officer will surely rise rapidly in the ranks, and perhaps he will even become a general in the near future.

When the party was halfway through, Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya finally finished her troublesome social engagements, left the group of officers, and found the pilots newly assigned to the White Trojan Horses eating and drinking in a corner.

The drivers were three men and two women, all around 20 years old. They were probably freshly graduated rookies like Xiao Jin and the others.

Two lieutenants and three second lieutenants were able to serve on the White Trojan Horse. I think they must have either strong abilities or strong connections.

"Lieutenant Colonel!"

Seeing her coming, the five people saluted quickly.

However, the scene in the movie where the soldier is dissatisfied with the 'protagonist' and wants to challenge Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya did not appear.

"Now at parties, you don't have to be so formal,"

Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya motioned for her female companion to leave for a moment and swirled the orange juice in a tall glass in front of the group. "Come on, would you please introduce yourselves?"

"My name is Midy, Midy Karsanna," the blond youth said, seizing the opportunity to introduce himself first. "I arrived at the port too late yesterday, so I didn't bother the lieutenant colonel. I apologize for that."

He should be the typical social terrorist, with well-proportioned muscles and a straight posture. When he was talking to other companions just now, he always had a gentle smile on his face.

"Hello, Lieutenant Midy,"

Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya shook hands with him, then looked at the others, waiting for them to introduce themselves.

After everyone had introduced themselves, she recalled the information she had read and said, "Lieutenant Midy, you're good at coordinating team operations, right?"

"Yes," the blond lieutenant nodded quickly and said modestly, "Of course, Lieutenant Yoerha is much better than me in this regard."

Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya looked at the brown-haired girl who had just introduced herself very briefly. The girl nodded and added calmly, "I'm only good at simulating command, not coordinating a team."

She is about 170 cm tall, with standard Aryan features and sharp eyes.

"Then you two complement each other perfectly."

The lieutenant colonel made a joke. It was a bit presumptuous to make such a joke in District 11, but it was not a joke at America's level.

She got to know the other three.

When they faced the lieutenant colonel, they were much more nervous. One of them was good at long-range shooting, and the other two... well, to put it in the words of high EQ, they had no shortcomings in their abilities and were small hexagonal warriors.

In other words, low emotional intelligence means being mediocre.

Of course, it depends on who you compare yourself with.

Compared to the 'wild' Zaku pilots the lieutenant colonel had fought on the peninsula before, they were much stronger.

Some people may think that an army that engages in actual combat every day is stronger, but the fact is that actual combat experience does not completely equate to an increase in combat effectiveness. The American army, which has fought many security battles overseas, often cannot defeat an army at home that has no actual combat experience.

Practical combat experience also depends on whether you are fighting against opponents of the same weight class or similar level, otherwise you may become worse and worse.

"Lieutenant Colonel, would you please sign for me?"

After getting to know them, Lieutenant Midy, a social terrorist, took out a pen and a notebook from his pocket.

The lieutenant colonel was a little embarrassed, even though she was once a social phobia.

"May I ask, Lieutenant Midy, why you want my autograph?"

When someone asked for his autograph, the lieutenant colonel felt very complicated.

The blond lieutenant scratched his head and said awkwardly, "My sister is a fan of yours, Lieutenant Colonel."

"All right,"

Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya wrote fluently in the notebook, and asked someone to design her English signature. When she wanted to write down her name of District 11, she suddenly forgot how to start.

The lieutenant colonel simply gave up. Although she was not proficient enough, this flamboyant English name was quite beautiful, wasn't it?

The lieutenant colonel also accepted all the autographs from other people.

Except for Lieutenant Yoerha, everyone else seemed to have prepared a notebook.

The lieutenant colonel could see that the young brown-haired lieutenant was not very fond of him, so after saying goodbye to a few people, he took his female companion out for some fresh air.

As soon as we left the banquet hall, the cold wind blew in our faces.

Thick snow covered the lawn in the courtyard, and the buildings and trees around the entire port were dyed white.

Under the leaden sky, only the sea surface with surging waves maintained its original gray. More than a dozen military ships and warships were docked in the harbor, like soldiers waiting for inspection.

But unfortunately, almost all of the people who were in charge of them were immersed in the banquet.

"how are you feeling?"

Lieutenant Colonel Chihaya tightened her coat and asked the woman beside her, "Are you used to it?"

At this time, the calls of seabirds could be heard from the distant sea, but compared to the music at the banquet, they were too far away and were instantly drowned out by the sounds coming from the banquet hall.

"Very good,"

Her female companion hurriedly said, "Lieutenant Colonel, if there are any more banquets like this in the future, please be sure to take me with you! By the way, Lieutenant Colonel, don't you think this winter is very cold?"

The lieutenant colonel was speechless, or perhaps he felt there was nothing to say.

She had known this girl for a while. At first, she was shy and introverted, and she was unwilling to accept even a small gift.

But now I can ask her for gifts in a 'tactful' way.

"Yes, it's very cold."

She didn't look back, nor did she look at the girl, but watched the snowflakes falling.

"I want to go somewhere. You can go back first. Anywhere is fine."