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Chapter 362 Celebration Banquet (Part 2)

Masters of Nianneng were not invited to this celebration banquet, which seemed to be another microcosm of the relationship between the military and Nianneng Temple. Master Nianneng only serves as an advisor to the military, without a military rank, and without special authorization, he only has control over Niannengshi. Although respected, it is not in the military system.

Except for battlefields and military conferences, Nian Nengshi is rarely seen in various collective activities of the military.

It is said that there are always some people in the upper echelons of the military who reject the tactical model of Psychic joining the army and acting together with the military. Their point of view is that with the human population of 30 billion, it is easy to destroy the ancient legion. Why let Nian Neng Temple divide the military exploits.

Yang Ying had seen some battle cases, and found that a fleet composed of pure ordinary people had indeed appeared, but this kind of fleet could not stop the assault ability and beheading action of the ape-man master, and was quickly eliminated by the battlefield.

At that time, he was still deeply impressed by the magnanimity of Nianneng Temple. He obviously had so many master-level experts, but he didn't use any tough methods. Assassinate those diehards in the Communist Party until no one dares to object.

Having said that, the atmosphere of this celebration banquet was generally very relaxed. There were staggered cups of wine in the hall, and the generals were scattered throughout the hall, forming their own small circles. Those who drank and drank, those who ate, even if the adjutants did not Big or small, they also opened one eye and closed one eye to let it go.

Some male and female waiters with regular facial features and moderate build were carefully selected from the logistics department, carrying trays in their hands and shuttled back and forth in the hall. There were wine and snacks on the trays for the generals to use.

After Yang Ying came down from the stage, several generals immediately surrounded him.

"...This miraculous victory is really exciting..."

"... Leader Yang Ying is young and promising..."

All kinds of praise are like the water of the Yellow River, without any implicit meaning. Yang Ying coped with it a few words casually, and prevaricated with the reason that the intense fighting caused both physical and mental exhaustion and the need to rest.

Wearing a smiling face mask, General Yang Ying broke away from the encirclement with a voice of regret, and came to a colonnade. The reason why this place was chosen was that there were few people and it was relatively quiet.

Dao Feng also came over, the two of them didn't need any extra communication, Dao Feng naturally stood behind Yang Ying, in the shadow of the pillar, from outsiders' perspective, this was a perfect image of a bodyguard.

Yang Ying's silence didn't last long. In fact, it was interrupted after only a minute.

A familiar figure walked towards him: "You are the protagonist today, why are you acting like a stranger here, looking down on us old guys?"

Yang Ying turned his head, smiled slightly, and said, "Admiral Randolph, what are you talking about, I'm just a little tired and want to take a rest."

The relationship between Randolph and him had cooled down for a while after the Wen Jing incident, but this fox-eyed old man was a pragmatist after all, and it was impossible to completely break up with Yang Ying because of this, not to mention that the Tran Company launched the Specter The sharp weapon of fighter jets has opened up the entire arms market. For the sake of his share in the fleet, Randolph must maintain this friendship, and even develop it deeply. Of course, the personal relationship between the two has not returned to the original level.

"Oh, I'm tired." Randolph shrugged his shoulders, as if he had a pun in his words, "If an awakened person can say that he's tired, I'm afraid the battle is really too intense."

"Where, where, the five fleets of the Right Route Army and the Ancient Legion are fighting directly, which is much more intense than ours." Yang Ying looked carefully, and saw that there was a trace of tiredness on Randolph's face. The make-up concealed it, and it was obvious that the big battle put a lot of pressure on him.

"Speaking of this matter, I still have to thank you and your mercenary group, on behalf of our entire Third Fleet." Randolph restrained his smile, and said in a serious tone, "If you didn't lure the Fang Fang fighter and Onzali away , then maybe you will only see my old bones at the funeral."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ying immediately waved his hand and said, "I have received the thanks from the Third Fleet, why bother to say such unlucky words."

"Oh, I almost forgot." Randolph raised a finger and said again, "I have to thank you for Admiral Hans of the Fifth Fleet. During the battle, Admiral Hans' flagship was hit. I was also seriously injured, just woke up before the celebration banquet, and is still lying on the hospital bed, he asked me to bring his thanks."

Yang Ying nodded and said, "Okay, I have also received the thanks from the Fifth Fleet." After a pause, he changed the subject and said, "How about the Wraith Fighter? The weapons made by our Telan company have good combat effectiveness, right?"

"Of course it's very good!" Randolph was obviously very satisfied with the performance of the Wraith Fighter, nodded heavily, and put a smile on his face again, "The combat effectiveness of the Wraith Fighter is obvious to all, especially in such a large group battle. The battle situation of the fighter planes is completely different. The last space battle outside the planet Callisto, and this time it was the same, it would be great if there were more ghost fighter planes."

As he spoke, he looked over expectantly.

Yang Ying said with a smile: "Admiral Randolph, your Third Fleet already has more Wraith fighters in the entire army. If there are more, I'm afraid other generals will have opinions."

Randolph waved his hand angrily, and said, "What do they do?"

The voice of this sentence started from the word "Guan", and then it became smaller and smaller. When it reached the word "Very", if Yang Ying was not an awakened person, he could hardly hear it. It seems that Randolph still remembers that the "they" in this sentence are around him and Yang Ying, even within ten meters, and they look over from time to time.

At this time, a waitress happened to pass by, and there were some small Western-style snacks on the tray in her hand. Randolph stopped her, took out two plates of shortbread from the tray, handed one plate to Yang Ying, and took the other plate himself.

Throwing a small piece of shortbread into his mouth, Randolph took the opportunity to look around and found that the people around him didn't pay attention to what he said just now, so he was relieved.

Yang Ying also picked up a small piece of shortbread, and saw that the appearance of the shortbread seemed to be coated with a layer of egg yolk, showing a thick golden color, and exuding just the right fragrance. A crunchy texture is felt, and a subtle sweetness is caught on the tip of the tongue.

Yang Ying nodded lightly. Although the ingredients of this shortbread are ordinary, the workmanship is indeed top-grade. Today's earth has entered the 26th century, and not only technology is developing, but also various food cultures are constantly improving. After contact with aliens, the introduction of alien ingredients has brought rapid development to the earth's food. The shortbread is just a drop in the ocean, not worth mentioning.

After tasting the taste, Yang Ying put down the plate, and said in a more serious tone: "For the Wraith Fighter, it is not impossible to give you some more shares, just follow the old way."

"Okay." Randolph said while continuing to eat the shortbread, "After this tough battle, our Third Fleet and Hans' Fifth Fleet suffered serious losses in fighter planes and pilots, and the higher-ups will send some second-line fighters soon. Troops, or soldiers, come to fill these vacancies, and it is also a good opportunity to change into ghost fighters."

"After so many people died, he can still think of the benefits of changing clothes. He is worthy of being an admiral." Yang Ying didn't know whether it was sarcasm or sigh.

"Are you saying I'm cold-blooded?" Randolph sighed, "Actually, I can be called cold-blooded, that's how it is. The loss of the pilot is sad, but I have fought on the battlefield for decades. , I'm used to seeing life and death, if I don't become more cold-blooded than ordinary people, I should have entered a mental hospital long ago."

He picked up another piece of shortbread, threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, swallowed it with a grunt, then showed a smiling face, and said, "I remember the past."

He pointed to his face and said: "Don't look at me like this. When I was young, I was also a passionate young man. I also couldn't eat or sleep because of the death of my comrades. That's right, I don't take my own future into consideration at all. Later, I hit a wall a lot, and my heart was tired, and my enthusiasm cooled down, and I became what I am now. But I have to say, what I can do now, Much better than when I was younger.”

Speaking of this, he suddenly waved his hand, as if to repel mosquitoes, and said: "Hey, it's like this when people get old, their heads are always full of all kinds of memories, let young people hear the jokes, just pretend you didn't hear them. "

After speaking, he began to attack the shortbread.

But Yang Ying complimented: "You are still young and strong~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When the celebration banquet was coming to an end, Marshal Alexander staggered onto the stage with a drunken look on his face, as if he had been drunk a lot.

He picked up the microphone, and suddenly hiccupped, the voice was amplified a lot, and many people in the audience laughed. The adjutants around the hall also smiled knowingly when they saw the marshal's embarrassment. In a corner of the hall, a few young The beautiful female officer also took out her communicator, intending to take a picture of the marshal's drunken state as a souvenir for the brothers and sisters.

"Cough... Today, let's leave our celebration banquet as it is. Everyone should still have official duties to complete. After a big battle, manpower is needed everywhere. Let's not delay too long. Hiccup... There is also good news , just informed me that after the ancient legion's reinforcements were defeated by us, our own reinforcements have already set off from the asteroid belt. Hiccup... within two days, they will rush here to fight against the ancient legion with us I believe that under the ebb and flow of one another, we will definitely win the final victory of the Battle of Jupiter! Hiccup..."

Marshal Alexander's hiccup did not affect everyone's joy after hearing the good news. As soon as his words fell, there were loud applause and cheers from the audience. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.