After exhausting myself to death

Fan Ting walked around the area and dispersed the soldiers who were chatting in small groups.

His face was not very good, a little blue because of anger, but rather than being angry with the soldiers, it was better to blame himself.

More than a month ago, he was like everyone else. Whether he was happy or frustrated, he could pull Tang Chaoyan out at will and curse.

This name carries too much malice, as if the existence of the three words "Tang Chaoyan" itself is a sin.

Once you have preconceived notions, the tacit understanding of fighting side by side in the past and the person's stepping forward in times of crisis become premeditated pretense.

Suspicion, abuse, wanting to incriminate...

When Fan Ting hated that person, he could even regard the other person's breath as the breath of the devil, which was another reason for insulting him.

How similar was he then to these soldiers today?

Relying on their ignorance and ability to speak, they turned their words into sharp blades and arbitrarily attacked the hero who protected everyone behind him even though he was covered in wounds and could no longer speak to clarify.

——Their former comrades, leaders... and beliefs.

What a bastard.

Commander Fan, who believes deeply in science, has never been so eager for the regret medicine in the story.

But he couldn't go back in time and wake himself up. Just like interrupting other people's conversations at the moment, he couldn't tell the truth.

A deep sense of powerlessness and guilt spread throughout his body. Fan Ting moved stiffly, suddenly feeling as if he had become a walking corpse.

If it really is... then there's nothing wrong with it.

Fan Ting smiled bitterly. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Shen Minghuan's figure in front of him, and his smile suddenly widened a lot.

He cheered up, smiled loudly, and said loudly: "Ming Huan, wait, I have something to tell you."

"It's like this. Our Xuanwu side has stabilized. The alliance hopes you can help the other three legions." Fan Ting caught up with the two people in front of him.

The progress of the Xuanwu Legion Yiqi Juechen has long been noticed by the alliance, and Shen Minghuan's role cannot be ignored. If it weren't for the thought that Fan Ting might disagree, Shen Minghuan would have been loaned out to other legions that needed it more.

Now that the Xuanwu Legion has been clean, the alliance can't wait to come to Fan Ting to discuss with them the afterglow of victory.

Qin Ying looked surprised and dissatisfied: "I am the liaison person, why is the alliance looking for you and not me?"

Fan Ting put his hands on his hips and smiled proudly, "Of course it's because I am the commander of Xuanwu."

Although Shen Minghuan was directly assigned by the alliance, taking him away without saying a word could easily affect the friendship between the four legions.

Shen Minghuan glanced at them and said slowly: "I also want to know, why didn't the alliance tell me?"

Qin Ying's pretending to complain suddenly stopped, and Fan Ting's laughter suddenly stopped.

The two of them seemed to have been affected by the petrification magic of Medusa in ancient legends. Their faces had strangely exaggerated expressions, but their eyes were indescribably panicked.

Regardless of what those members of the alliance thought, why didn't they realize the problem before Shen Minghuan spoke?

Even Fan Ting's mood was obviously taken into consideration, but Shen Minghuan was the person involved, so why didn't anyone think of asking his opinion?

Qin Ying felt that he could explain it. He wanted to say that it was because he knew Shen Minghuan's sincerity, because he felt that this person would not disagree, because he believed in this person's feelings for the alliance...

Neither can be used as an excuse.

No one really respected Shen Minghuan, and they were one of them.

No matter how high-sounding it is, it cannot hide this fact.

Shen Minghuan seemed to be just joking casually, and quickly blinked indifferently: "It's an honor for me to be recognized by the alliance. Well, do I need to go to another legion? When will we set off?"

"No, no need." Fan Ting struggled to squeeze out a smile, "It depends on what you want. If you want, you can do it in Xuanwu."

At best, it's just a little further away from the command room.

This "it depends on what you mean" was obviously full of guilt. Shen Minghuan smiled and said, "Then let's leave it here. I have to ask the commander and liaison person to apply for the information of the three major legions on my behalf, such as the number of mechas, The composition of the personnel, the surrounding situation… in short, the more detailed the better.”

He stretched and muttered: "I'm so sleepy. I'll go back and take a nap first. Send the information directly to my optical computer. I'll read it at night."

"Ming Huan, remember to eat something before going to bed. Is there any nutritional solution in the room? Don't sleep for too long, otherwise you won't be able to sleep at night, and..."

Shen Minghuan covered his ears and turned around, "Liaison Qin, why have you become so verbose? You were not like this before."

He ran away in a flash, not forgetting to wave goodbye gracefully.

Only Qin Ying and Fan Ting were left standing there in despair.

Before...

They were really damned before.

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Originally, each of the four legions was entangled with the Zerg to the death, but Xuanwu actually achieved such a great victory, which aroused the desire to win in all the soldiers of the other three legions.

If you can't be the first, you should at least be the second. Anyway, you can't be the last.

With the warlike spirit aroused, the soldiers rushed forward every day, and Shen Minghuan's workload increased sharply.

When there was only one Xuanwu legion before, Shen Minghuan was still able to do it with ease, lazily issuing orders, and even had the leisure to pick up a few weeds outside the command room to make grasshoppers.

But the three legions were unwilling to lag behind. Shen Minghuan often had just finished one battle and would start commanding another one before he had a chance to drink a glass of water.

What's more, after discovering that Shen Minghuan's abilities were far beyond that, he would sometimes be responsible for multiple battles at the same time.

Qin Ying was still sitting in the auxiliary seat and rubbed his forehead vigorously.

Too much information poured into his mind, making his head hurt like it was exploding.

"Tired? You should take a rest." Shen Minghuan could not take his eyes away, and he didn't know how he noticed Qin Ying's tiredness.

He only gave a faint warning, and then immediately concentrated on the frontline battle, giving out one instruction after another in an orderly manner. Qin Ying couldn't keep up after listening to a few sentences, and her head hurt even more when she thought about it.

Shen Minghuan issued orders as fast as ever, but Qin Ying had never heard the same casual tone when commanding Xuanwu before.

The man's hands were quickly switching channels on the screen, and his voice was always calm. But Qin Ying had seen his relaxed state and could detect the caution mixed with every word.

Knowing that such a state of high concentration must be exhausting, Qin Ying pursed her lips and wanted to persuade him to rest but did not dare to disturb him.

I don't know how long it took, Qin Ying hesitated to speak several times, and Shen Minghuan finally let go of the communicator.

As if letting go of a huge stone in his heart, he let out a long sigh, leaned back on the chair, pressed his fingers through the mask between his eyebrows, and lowered his eyes, showing a bit of exhaustion and weakness.

"By the way, what did you want to say just now?" Shen Minghuan turned his head slightly and looked at him with a smile.

Qin Ying expected that his expression must be very strange now. He tilted his head and said muffledly: "This won't work, your body will not be able to bear it."

Shen Minghuan seemed stunned for a moment, and then chuckled, "Contact person, you don't have to be like this."

Qin Ying didn't understand what he meant, so he took out his optical brain to contact the legion commanders and said firmly: "I'll reject them!"

Coincidentally, before Qin Ying could dial the optical brain, the voice of the White Tiger Legion commander came from the communication channel in the command room:

"Shen Minghuan, when can large forces enter Area C3? One of our teams has been missing there for half a month, and the food they brought is only enough to last for half a month. It's very dangerous now, you know?"

It was clear that he wanted something from someone, but his words were not polite.

"Commander Liang, your attitude is too..."

"tomorrow."

Shen Minghuan did not show any attitude towards Qin Ying's defense. He lowered his eyes slightly and calmly interrupted the other party's sudden excited expression.

He thought for a moment and said, "We can advance the front to Area C3 by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

"Shen Minghuan, don't forget, there is a bug nest southwest of Suzaku. They may go crazy at any time."

"I haven't forgotten." Shen Minghuan responded lightly. He gradually sat up straight from his original position leaning on the chair, and seemed to have entered working mode again. "The preliminary layout is almost complete. Let everyone in the Suzaku Legion have a good rest and we will take action in the early morning."

"How sure are you about the casualties..." Commanders are good commanders. Besides victory, they also value the safety of the soldiers.

Seeing that they were still chattering, Qin Ying couldn't bear it: "Don't the three commanders think that they are going too far? Ming Huan has not rested for many days. Even an iron man cannot endure this."

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and the communication channel was quiet for a moment.

After reacting, Commander Xuanwu muttered: "As if no one is tired."

It seemed that he was talking to himself, but the volume was loud enough to be transmitted clearly through the communicator.

Commander Zhuque thought secretly for a moment and said awkwardly: "Shen Minghuan, can you still persist? When this operation is over..."

She suddenly remembered that she had painted such a big cake many times before, and she felt a little embarrassed for a moment. But things would change later, and she was unwilling to give in.

Shen Minghuan could only work hard for the time being.

Mo Hongxue, who had been silent and was classified as one of the "three commanders" by Qin Ying, felt the most distressed and guilty. However, he had no right to ask Bai Hu and Suzaku to postpone their actions, so he could only try his best to share the burden with Shen Minghuan: "Minghuan, Qinglong, you don't have to worry. I direct it myself.”

"Ah, are you sure?"

Shen Minghuan suddenly smiled, and Qin Ying could vaguely see his high-spirited expression under the mask: "It turns out that I am more powerful. Don't give me orders. Leave Qinglong to me."

Things in this world are not affected by numbers but by uneven distribution. If other legions have divine help, Qinglong can only use his life to fill it. Even if the soldiers have no complaints, the relatives still have to make a fuss.

After laughing, he became more serious. He said straightforwardly: "I am not a god. I cannot guarantee that everyone can live, but I will try my best."

Shen Minghuan was still young, and he could occasionally glimpse the frivolity of a young talent. However, this wantonness came and went quickly. Everyone was in a daze for a moment, and it took them a while to realize that this was an answer to Commander Suzaku's question about control and casualties.

Yes, he has always been well-behaved and answered all questions.

"As for me?" Shen Minghuan nodded thoughtfully, as if a doctor had diagnosed himself, and as if an expert was examining his fate.

He said: "It's good, I won't die for a while."