Interstellar Fairy Tale

December 1, 1128, Galactic Calendar

Standing in front of the Colossus of Madoff Whitewhite in front of the Town Hall Square in Hercules, the capital of Mars, Shang Ping solemnly saluted with the pride of a Mars space fleet soldier. Against the background of the black military uniform, the slender and straight body of the young man also seemed to have the smell of war and gunpowder.

Half a month after returning to the capital, Hercules, Shang Ping finally waited for the official notice from the government and the military. The original review procedure was quickly changed to an informal event of Shang Ping due to unknown factors. The representation is the result of compromise by the Mars government, which has always been known for its efficiency, after incredible procrastination and prevarication. It doesn't sound like much difference between censorship and representation. However, anyone who is familiar with the government's actions will know that events that originally had some political purpose have begun to blur the power disputes, and the business people at the center of the whirlpool will know. Ping seems to have seized some kind of opportunity to escape. Even though he patted his chest with Uncle Edgar and assured him that he could handle it, Shang Ping, who believed that he was born with no political savvy, was still relieved by this sudden good fortune.

Maybe it was because of that reasonably pleasant dinner?

Thinking of Mrs. Diana's beautiful yet meaningful smile, Shang Ping unconsciously tightened his eyebrows.

After Shang Ping was taken to the third floor of the City Hall by the guards, he had been waiting in a small conference room. The long oval table occupied the center of the room, flanked by three rows of benches reserved for onlookers. At the door is a large electronic screen, and directly above the screen is an iron-blooded badge representing the Mars military government.

It was supposed to be a portrait of Madoff Whitewhite, right?

Shang Ping thought with some wicked interest.

Finally, the long, sleepy wait was over. As soon as the door to the conference room opened, with the sound of the heels of military boots hitting the floor, Shang Ping put the outdated thoughts in his mind.

As expected, the commander-in-chief of the space fleet, David South, did not appear, and the chief executive Martin also did not leave his office on the grounds of political affairs. The military representatives and deputy executives headed by Admiral Hodder arrived. Lauder represented the government side.

Now it seems that whether it is the military or the government, and whether this farce that has been transformed from censorship to representation is fair or not, at least, judging from the expressions of everyone present, they all seem to be a little less interested.

The president of the Madoff Military Academy, Gus and Professor Trinider, did not appear, which surprised Shang Ping. If he was well-informed, perhaps he should have known that before the appeal began, shortly after Diana's dinner invitation ended, Madoff Military Academy welcomed a new president, the wife of Martin, the chief executive of the Mars government. My brother, a colonel who had recently retired from the Space Fleet. This may also be the result of a compromise between the military and the government. Even if Shang Ping is a military academy student who has just graduated, he is still a member of the Mars cosmos fleet, and has performed well in the battle against the Golden Empire cosmos fleet. He was captured instead of blood-stained battlefields. One point, it cannot erase the fact that this black-haired soldier is witty and brave in combat, and the military cannot allow the glorious history of a hundred years to be tainted by shameless politicians.

It's ridiculous to conclude that the young fighter was anti-government based on just one paper, but being captured during the war has given some people a handle on it.

"There are only heroes in the Mars cosmos fleet who dye the blood red in the cosmos, and there are no cowards who raise their hands obediently in front of the enemy!"

It was not a general in the military who was brazenly shouting these words, but a deputy minister of finance wearing glasses! So ridiculous!

However, after Diana's dinner invitation, this debate gradually began to tilt towards the side of the military, especially after some remarks by the finance minister and the two generals' wives were inadvertently spread, the confident deputy The minister died, but he still couldn't avoid the shameful comment in the performance appraisal. Perhaps, his political career is coming to an end?

The statement didn't start very seriously, at least Shang Ping didn't feel the slightest nervousness. Perhaps the short time in the Golden Empire's space fleet made his nerves thicker.

"Soldier, you can start."

"Yes!"

Shang Ping did not prepare the written materials for the appeal. He just walked calmly to the oval conference table, stood at attention, and gave a standard Mars Space Fleet military salute, which made Admiral Hod look at him with a softer gaze. And the representatives of the government began to look a little restless.

A dozen eyes focused on Shang Ping at the same time, and the chin of the deputy consul, Lauder, tightened slightly.

Shang Ping took a deep breath, and a clear voice sounded in the room: "My name is Shang Ping, an orphan of war, both my father, Shangyu and mother, disappeared in the interstellar war, and were adopted by Colonel Edgar. Doffer Military Academy, currently serving in the Mars Space Fleet, a single fighter pilot..." After a brief identification, Shang Ping paused and continued: "If possible, I don't want to stand here, but to be able to Continuing to complete my service at Fort Canon, perhaps for a new battle! But obviously, if I don't explain things well, then I may not be able to fly fighter jets into space for the rest of my life. , so here I am. I told my adoptive father that I can deal with my own problems, because this is not a problem at all!"

Shang Ping's words were loud, which made the eyes of General Lauder and Hod sharp at the same time.

"...First of all, I cannot accept the accusations made against me by President Gus and Professor Trinide. It is undoubtedly ridiculous to think that I have anti-government tendencies based on just one paper! I simply analyzed some aspects of dictatorship and democracy. Simple things, if it is an inappropriate analogy, autocracy and democracy are two charming girls, I just lifted their veils, and I didn't even have time to unbutton their clothes..."

"cough!"

Lauder had to deliberately interrupt Shang Ping's words, in any case, in this serious occasion, this analogy is indeed not appropriate. When the eyes around him moved from Shang Ping to his face, Lauder nonchalantly motioned Shang Ping to continue.

However, people who know Lauder well can already feel a little favor for the young soldier from the sub-consul's subtle expression.

"Maybe as a soldier one should stay away from politics, and I do think that's right, but at the time I was just a cadet at a military academy, and as a student, not a soldier, I did as Professor Trined asked. Some of the views that came to write this paper are just an extension of information and debates over the past century. Can this purely academic discussion that does not violate the laws and regulations of the military academy also become an anti-government? Evidence?"

Shang Ping's tone was not enthusiastic, with an unintentional calm, but it was able to make those who heard it feel the teenager's suppressed anger.

Admiral Hod was inexplicably ashamed. Perhaps, he shouldn't let this young man stand here for the dirty purpose of some people.

"Speaking of my capture, please note that this is not a quibble, but a fact that, under the circumstances, I, and Rochette, were the soldier, the two of us, who showed that the Mars soldier should Some are brave and fearless! We are not afraid of dying in battle, but we should not die in a meaningless battle! Moreover, under the circumstances at the time, we rushed to the enemy ship with the determination to die or even perish together. This can be proved! As long as you experience Soldiers who have fought against the Golden Empire space fleet will understand that this is not cowardice!"

"Those invaders with huge warships and mechanical monsters, our proud fighter jets are like a speck of cosmic dust in front of them!"

"...We know we're going to die, but we're still going forward..."

"We can't stop, because behind us is the mothership, our fortress, and even our planet!"

"Maybe I'm not qualified to say this, but I just want to say that if I can go to the battlefield again, I will still rush forward!"

"...I may be afraid and cry, but on the battlefield, I will only rush to the enemy ship, but I will never betray!"

…

Khanom Fortress

"Edgar, I really envy you."

Fortress Commander Terry turned off the communicator, leaned on the back of the wide chair, and rubbed his forehead tiredly.

"thanks."

Colonel Edgar turned around with a smile, and cast his eyes on the vast universe of the dome, "However, I am more envious of goodwill."

"indeed."

"Want a drink?"

"Any wine?"

Colonel Edgar touched his nose and approached Commander Terry's ear. Last time, the good wine Shang Ping gave him was still in the cabinet and never opened.