No, don't you think it's a bit useless for you to say this at this time?
President Keith Nicita stopped twitching, looked at his wife's face, and said solemnly: "Dear madam, you know, I am just a child born in an ordinary family. According to today's terms, I am also a child.
I want to be a topic writer..."
"Isn't (your) father a multinational trader? Although the scale is not large, it is not an ordinary family." The president's wife smiled.
"At least I don't understand the real rules of upper class society! Where did I break the taboo? I can change it," the president said with a grimace.
"You, stop thinking so wildly." The president's wife shook her head helplessly: "If I were to tell you now that there is no ruling family in the alliance, it would probably seem a bit hypocritical. However, you should at least believe that there is an alliance like this.
, No one can cover the sky with just one hand, and no one will take the risk to do such a terrible thing."
So, why did you specifically remind me? Why do you think I would think this way?
Obviously, President Nishita smiled stiffly and looked like "I don't know much about books, so don't lie to me." Mrs. Melalie was immediately angry.
"Darling, we have slept in the same bed for twenty years. You don't believe me?"
"...You, you misunderstood. My dear, I just feel insecure. Wuwu, an insecure middle-aged man, Wuwuwuwu, there is nothing more insecure than a seriously injured middle-aged man.
.Madam, my madam, please, please have mercy!"
Mrs. Melalie sighed. The reason why this guy was able to soak himself up back then was because he had such a figure that could seamlessly blend soft and hard, right?
Of course she knew that her husband was pretending to be stupid again, but now she really didn't have time to continue to pester her, so she just waved her hand and summoned an automatic powered stretcher. Her telepathy was like an invisible big hand, steadily supporting her husband to lie down on it.
, her movements throughout the entire process were gentle and meticulous, making her a model of a good wife.
"Or over there at the shelter?" Mrs. Melalie asked patiently, as if "the husband is the wife." She did remember that there was a medical cabin in the president's exclusive rescue cabin, which could solve the urgent need.
Do I really want to stay in the rescue capsule with this woman? President Nishita couldn't help but ask himself, but he answered without hesitation: "It's the refuge. My dear, you have to stay with me. We have to be together no matter what."
."
"Okay, okay, let's stay together." The president's wife responded in a coaxing voice while pushing the powered stretcher on the road. She seemed to have made up her mind and must do her best to escort her husband to a safe place.
.
However, before the battle between husband and wife could begin, they encountered their own rescue team at the corner of Area D.
It was a stormtrooper coming from the escort cruiser. There were nearly a company of Marines, and they also brought specialized medical soldiers and first aid robots. Now, even if Mrs. Melalie withdraws her psychic powers, President Nishita should also
It can be continued.
Of course, what really impressed Mrs. Melalie was that her husband clearly had only one breath left and was crying in embarrassment just now, but when he saw his subordinates appearing, he still insisted on letting himself go.
His condition cheered up a bit.
"Thank you for your hard work." The president forced out an exasperated smile.
This smile seemed to use up all his energy, but it really moved the Marines to the point of bursting into tears. The soldiers just felt that the president was seriously injured and yet he didn't forget to greet us little soldiers, so it was really worth dying for him.
Already.
The medics injected the President with repair factors and painkillers without side effects, and the latter's energy suddenly became really bright. Then, everyone decided to protect the President and his wife, and set up defenses near the passage of the shelter, waiting for follow-up news.
Anyway, if you really encounter a problem, you can immediately hide in the rescue cabin and get up.
Only at this time did President Nishita really believe that he should have been restored. His destiny would not end for a while.
Soon, his terminal restored communication. This was one of our own soldiers who had found the communication jammer set by the attacker inside the Blue Princess.
Three minutes later, Yang Mingzhao and Killian also arrived at the scene.
Mr. President looked at the Secretary-General, who was covered in dust and still covered in blood, and knew that the other party must have gone through a hard battle. He also knew that if Yang Mingzhao had not taken the initiative to stay behind and stopped the troll psyker, he would have just been
It was dangerous. But despite this, he still felt an evil fire.
Why didn't you arrive first? My mother-in-law really scared me to death just now!
However, he could never say such words, so he could only complain: "Mingzhao! Mingzhao! How late is it!"
We didn't want to be late, but it was wartime after all, so how could we guarantee that everything would go as planned? Killian felt that the other party was simply making trouble unreasonably.
However, considering that Mr. President was shot after all, it is understandable to feel a little sad.
Moreover, what is another sentence? Oh... By the way, the so-called stars are actually the same as little fairies. They all need to be coaxed. And under certain systems, politicians are probably
The biggest star.
Killian glanced at his senior brother out of the corner of his eye, but saw that the other man was completely indifferent and pulled him to bend down and apologize. He still acted like an impeccable elite bureaucrat.
"Anyway, we finally feel a little relieved to see you in good health. This is really the blessing of the spirit of the universe!"
Later, he seriously expressed to Mr. President that he actually brought two pieces of good news.
The first one is about the battle situation on the bridge. The bridge defenders suffered the most enemy attacks. Although they suffered heavy casualties, they still fought to the death under the command of Colonel Myron and persisted until the reinforcements arrived. They attacked the friendly forces in front and behind.
With the cooperative fighting, they successfully wounded most of the attackers. More importantly, they also left the enemy's troll psykers behind.
To be precise, when the Myshandar troll found that he could not win or break out, he immediately dropped his weapons and surrendered. He was so decisive that he didn't look like a plunderer at all, but more like a professional soldier with professional training.
"So, surrender?"
"Yes, Colonel Myron is asking about his identity,"
But again, a troll? Another psyker? Isn't this the same as the one we just encountered?
"So, how many psykers have come up?" President Nishita couldn't help but ask.
"There are seven confirmed enemy psychics. Two trolls, one bearded monster..."
"Isn't this a predator?" The president's eyes widened.
"There are two more humans, a Nediadragon and a Quafi." Killian added.
"What a diversity." Mrs. Melalie added with a smile.
Yang Mingzhao also said: "We are also examining the bodies of other attackers, and they are of all races. The weapons and mechas they used were also modified according to their own requirements, and are not mass-produced standard equipment."
"That is to say..."
"It's neither a predator nor an alliance, but an unidentified mercenary group." Mrs. Melalie added with a smile.
As for the second good news, it is that the rescue fleet has arrived. It is the sixth patrol fleet of the real Alliance Grand High Seas Fleet. They are even much faster than the Iron Army fleet.
"In other words, the fleet we just talked to, that Major General Hall, is fake?" President Nishita felt that he might have discovered a blind spot.
"No, the Major General Hall who is talking to you is real, and the Sixth Patrol Fleet is also real. However, the one that attacked us was not the one we were talking to."
President Nishita really feels that his brain is a little weak now. This is probably because he lost too much blood and there is not enough sugar in the brain. No, the medical soldiers have already started to put an intravenous drip on the president and start blood transfusions.
Ten minutes later, the number of loyal guards who gathered around Mr. President soon exceeded one battalion. Of course, there was more good news arriving at the same time.
For example, the most important enemy in the medical cabin on the ship has been largely eliminated. The exchange of fire between the two sides did not cause much damage, and the seriously injured Mr. President can immediately receive top-notch treatment.
In fact, at this time, the attackers already knew that they could no longer achieve any results, so they began to retreat.
However, they had just evacuated to their own ship, and they had to bear the wrath of the "real" Alliance fleet that had just arrived.
The Alliance's Sixth Patrol Squadron led by Major General Hall did not even say hello, but moved to the most suitable attack gun position at maximum charging speed.
The violent but precise bombardment hit the side of the neutron-star cruiser. The melt rays that penetrated the interior of the battleship may have ignited some vital parts, causing it to be engulfed in an explosion of flames that was enough to completely collapse the hull.
However, the Blue Princess, which was very close at hand, was not affected.
Considering the distance between the two ships, this round of bombardment by the Alliance already felt a bit like a sniper blowing off the kidnapper's head without hurting the hostage.
The rest of the Predator ships were probably frightened and fled in all directions. However, considering that the support fleets coming from all directions have blocked all the jump channels in this galaxy, they are destined to become prey.
Everyone on the Celeste Princess is safe.
However, when the preliminary casualty statistics came in, even those who were lucky to have escaped could not laugh anymore.
Colonel Myron, the security director who played the mainstay in the defensive battle, was fine. However, the captain was injured, the first officer was killed, and the casualty rate of the bridge crew still reached 40%.
In addition, the reinforcements also confirmed the death of Marshal Aylwin, former Minister of Military Order and Special Military Advisor to the Presidential Palace.