"Terron's poisonous fog, this is indeed a problem. I planned to delay it for a month before, but now I still seem to be too optimistic..."
Just as Soshiyang was looking at the tactical camera and pondered, a faint breeze penetrated into his nose with a little fragrance of plants, followed by a gentle voice with a little smile.
"Captain of the Battle Team, I'm tired, have a cup of tea?"
The sound made Soshiyang's body shake suddenly, but he immediately controlled his expression and turned to look at Veronica, who was wearing the secretary's outfit he used to wear. The other party's green eyes blinked mischievously behind the golden-framed glasses, and placed the tray on his hand on the table, picked up the teacup and handed it to him.
He was obviously wearing only the most common high-level executive coat of the battle group, and the length of the skirt was completely covered with ankles, but the noble beauty of this tall figure and the dignified and dignified face that was as inviolable as an iceberg snow lotus were enough to focus on the sight of every male on the scene.
Soshyan glanced around. Fortunately, Veronica is still "named" in the battle group, and the people from other battle groups are basically on the front line. There are all Knights of the Astral Realm and White Temple. They all know that there are people like "Ms. Veronica". They don't feel strange. They just keep throwing curious eyes at this place. Perhaps they are attracted by Veronica's beauty, or perhaps they are curious how anyone can talk to the majestic commander of the Astart Battle so intimately.
"well."
Soshiyan took the teacup and whispered:
"Why are you here?"
"Why can't you come? I heard that you have been spinning like a machine for a long time. I have to care about my... Commander of the War Team?"
"Well... it's very dangerous here. Isn't that anyone here? Just ask him to pass the message. The Tyran worm nest consciousness has a strong psychic influence. I'm afraid it's not good for you and...."
Veronica's head tilted to the side.
"No, I don't feel anything unusual, and Bandalam also came with her, so she didn't think there was anything."
Soshiyang had no choice but to drink the white maple tea in the cup, and it has to be said that Veronica knew his taste best.
After sighing, he put down his cup and said in a lower voice:
"I'm fine, don't worry, no matter how much I say it's an Astate, not to mention that it's more than ten days, it's okay to stay sleepless for a few months. You can go back first, I'm so at ease."
"I also want to know what Tyron looks like, don't worry, I'm right under your nose, or are you... you're annoyed me now?"
Soshiyang rubbed his forehead.
"That's not what it means... Alas, well, there is a luxuriously decorated bedroom in the Snow Palace. You can live in it first. Just call people directly if you need it. Anyway, you are still the Chief Executive Officer of the War Chapter."
At this moment, a technical priest suddenly made a loud mechanical sound.
"Reported, the detector found a marker entering the atmosphere! The marker is encoded as Death Watch!"
"ah?"
Soshiyan made a surprised voice at first, but immediately gave Veronica a wink. The other party immediately turned around and left in elegant steps, and summoned several female servants of the battle group, as if they were going to ask about the recent situation of the battle group.
"These people..."
After receiving the data, Soshiyan immediately saw the source of the logo, which was the Watcher Fortress.
It was the death watch base managed by Viderian Cino, who had been repaired by him before. He originally thought that these people had left the war zone, but he didn't expect that they would appear here.
And Veronica came with her front feet, and they came with her back feet. It’s hard not to suspect that she came with a smell.
"Commander, they requested landing and wanted to get air defense cover, an unknown number of Tyron creatures are chasing the target!"
After thinking for a while, Soshiyang replied:
"Await for landing and send a Lightning squadron to assist."
More than ten minutes later, a team of death watchmen walked into the command center under the "guards" of Mark and other Terminators. There were only 6 of them, all of whom Soshyan had seen, but there was no Viderian Cino. At the front was the one named Nurus.
"Hello, Commander of Soshyan Alexey."
When Nurus stretched out his hand, Soshiyan did not hesitate and held the other person.
"Everyone has seen it, there is no need to see you like this. Do you dare to ask me what's wrong with you here?"
"Fight against aliens and destroy aliens."
Looking at Nurus' stiff and rigid face, Soshiyang blinked. At this time, the space wolf standing behind Nurus suddenly sniffed.
"Strange...what does this taste like? Why...a little...hmm?"
As he said that, he looked at the empty teacup.
"Is this the case?"
Soshiyan immediately changed the subject.
"Alien, means, Tyron?"
“There is only Tyron here.”
"I kind of don't understand."
Nurus replied calmly:
"Our oath will not be affected by any personal emotions and past grudges. You are leading the Imperial army to fight against the most brutal alien in the galaxy. If we sit idly, we are breaking the watchful oath."
"The track has been surrounded by Tyron, and it is very dangerous for you to force it in like this."
“For Astart, danger and breathing are synonyms.”
Soshyan didn't ask why Vidrian Cino didn't come, just nodded.
"Then welcome you to help us fight Tyron."
Then he walked aside and introduced his plan in detail. The Death Watchmen listened very seriously. Even the frizzy space wolf showed that they were indeed very professional in alien affairs.
"...This is the second plan for the program. We want to attract the main force of the Tyron fleet here, let the Malakin brothers cut off its tentacles, and then come back to pick us up and teach Tyron a lesson."
"It's interesting."
It was the space wolf who spoke first, and he nodded and said:
"I think this plan is OK after grasping Tyron's greed and becoming a weak point."
But Nurus raised the question, and it was a key question.
"What if Malakin's fleet cannot return in time?"
Soshiyan's answer is also very simple.
"I believe that Brother Malakin, the son of San Gilles, will never let down any comrade-in-arms or brother. Even though he has been suspicious and speculated, I still trust him unconditionally because I have fought side by side with him and know him better than anyone else."
I don’t know if Soshiyan’s words touched him or something, Nurus’ expression suddenly loosened.
After a moment of silence, he whispered:
"Captain Soshyan, can you take the liberty to talk to you in private?"
"certainly."
The two then walked to the independent conference room beside them, which was originally a confessional room, which was transformed into Soshiyan's temporary office.
"Soshyan's commander, actually... Lord Viderian is not the kind of person you think."
Chapter completed!