[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Chapter 35

Ms. Yan Yanluo, the former secretary of the former marshal, stepped on the flat military boots with difficulty, and walked lightly to the door of the marshal's office in the military headquarters.Because of the discipline rectification requirements, she had to give up her beloved high heels, otherwise she would have trouble with the newly acquired major general!She knocked on the door, knowing that the marshal had changed, but she still took it for granted that she opened the door two seconds later, poking her head and asking, "Marshal Lian, didn't you bother you?"

The newly appointed Marshal Ichimokuren sits on the "property" left by the previous marshal - a special custom-made marshal chair that is so luxurious that it explodes. It is produced by the most famous designer in the empire. They all smack their lips.

Yimu Lianzheng stared at the virtual screen full of maps on the other side with a frown, and was so absorbed that she didn't realize it until she came in and said, "Major General Yanyanluo."

Yimulian couldn't hear her words clearly, but the person next to him who was swaying and half leaning on the desk could hear clearly: "Being a major general makes you a lot bolder."

"Ah, Mr. Huang, I remember that Mr. was too busy being a marshal at the time, and wished to resign, right? How do you feel now?" Yan Yanluo choked back happily. It's rare that Marshal Huang is no longer a marshal, and she doesn't have to be ready to roll up her bed and quilt at any time. The wayward former marshal was fired.

She has only been working with Huang for two years, and she has been fired six times in total!

Huang already changed out of that cumbersome and strict military uniform, feeling very relaxed, now he was wearing a thin shirt, and there was no epaulets on his shoulders - the suspension investigation removed all the tasks on his shoulders, let alone The rank of field marshal changed hands, and the job of tactical planning was no longer in charge.

Huang yawned: "Marshal Lian, your office should not be the staff lounge."

Listening to the two people choking each other daily, they pursed their lips and smiled: "Major General Yan Yanluo, is there something for me?"

Yan Yanluo walked in two or three steps under the malicious eyes of his former boss, and handed him a document: "This is the loss report of the advance bombing force and the front line of the Franvale land battle. Generally speaking, it is just one word— — Miserable. The military needs an improvement.”

"Hey." Huang snorted coldly, as if laughing at his stupidity back then.

Gentleness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, and I don't know when Marshal Yimulian will understand this truth... Forget it, Yimulian's style of life has never been the same as him.

"The bombing troops suffered fierce resistance and suffered heavy losses. Preparations for the second round of bombing have been completed. Admiral Gu Huo Niao's suggestion is to cooperate with the marines to break through one by one. The front line of the marine battle is fine. Franval has sent two waves of recruits to garrison. In particular, the protection of the army's internal guides has been strengthened, and the enemy's several raids have not succeeded." She briefly introduced, and she was as serious and meticulous as ever when reporting the business: "Fortunately, it is not without success, the empire's spies who have been lurking in the Federation for many years Finally, I took advantage of the war to send back the news—our side is in civil strife, the Federation is also in civil strife, and there are suspicions about the identity of the Federation Head of State everywhere in the country.”

Like the guide who used the resonance bomb, the head of the federation is a secret within the federation.

How can the head of state hide behind the scenes so greedy for life and afraid of death?The emperor of the empire has to run one after another every day in order to create an image in front of the people, but the head of the federal state is intimidated. The federal soldiers don't even know who is commanded by them every day, and they may meet them when they are shopping on the street. Pass.

No wonder the people are rioting.

Yimu linked the report and asked: "Is the spy's loyalty guaranteed?" Yimu continued to study the contents of the document.

"I think so. It is rumored that he had a very good relationship with the princess of the empire when he was a child... This is a secret, it should not be said."

"Ah."

Yan Yanluo saw that he had few words, so he had a bad idea, and asked strangely: "Marshal Lian, let me remind you, this kind of miscellaneous work can be done like someone else, and you can leave it to someone else to write a report and submit the summary. , you don’t need to look at it yourself.”

"Ah? What do you mean?"

Even a fool could hear that she was complaining about Huang, Huang originally only planned to watch the play leisurely by the side, when he heard that, he almost laughed angrily.

Yan Yanluo pretended not to hear: "By the way, Marshal Lian, did you solve the mess left by Mr. Liangtonghuang yesterday? The military department said that they are very satisfied with your appointment, and I specifically want to remind you that you lack a Secretary."

Yimulian obviously forgot about it: "This..."

Yan Yanluo was still regretting her high-heeled shoes that she could no longer wear after receiving the military rank, thinking that she might as well go back to her old job: "I recommend myself!"

"Get rolling." Huang Yong drove her out like he did to Bailong, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief as if he had dealt with a large piece of garbage: "The federation has prepared for a long-term front. This is not good news. The satellites of the two countries are holding each other back. No one dares to use it, and this war will only last forever. If we blow up the Commonwealth as I said, there will be no such shitty things."

Yimulian couldn't agree, and was slightly startled: "Is this considered an afterthought?"

After all, who knew what would happen before the bombing. It was another matter for the Federation to be bloodied and the Empire to bear the eternal infamy.

Huang himself didn't care: "You can think whatever you want."

Yimu paused: "Sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?"

"I should respect your decision."

Huang turned to look at him: "Regret?"

Yimulian nodded, then shook his head, he was not sure: "A little bit. It can even be said that they are all because of me..."

"Stop being arrogant." Huang quickly interrupted him: "They died for the empire, don't tarnish the height of their sacrifice."

This is a very cryptic consolation, although it doesn't sound nice at all.Yimulian's emotional intelligence is not low, so it's natural to hear it.He stared at the document in his hand for a long time, but didn't read a single word. After a long while, he murmured, "That's not what I meant."

"As I said, instead of mourning, it is better to think about how to make the enemy pay more."

Seeing that his coffee cup had bottomed out, Huang lost his mind for some reason, took the small ceramic cup away without authorization, and prepared to make a new one.Yimulian was also like this in the short few days when he was his secretary. After drinking a cup, he poured him a new one. In the end, he was so tired of drinking that he never wanted to smell latte again in his life.

The atmosphere was a bit sluggish, but Huang's mood suddenly improved. He tried to ease the atmosphere for the first time, and asked, "What would you like to drink? Marshal Lian."

"...Espresso." Yimu blinked and said.

It’s so disappointing, Yimulian, how can it be so simple to drive your heartbeat to the highway!

Huang felt a little inconceivable about this answer: "Don't you like sweet drinks?"

"Yes."

"Espresso is bitter."

"Yes, then add three servings of sugar." All he wanted was the refreshing effect.

"..."

Mr. Huang from the New World, who noticed Marshal Yimulian, handed over the cup of brewed coffee: "It's just the bottom of a cup, and I can't add it."

Yimulian is not picky, while it is still hot, the bitter taste is not so heavy, so I finished drinking it with a sip.He didn't say anything, but Huang could see the words "really miserable" from his dystocia-like expression—well, maybe not the middle two words.

This is very unbelievable, but the word defeat is not in Huang's dictionary: "So exaggerated?"

Yimu glanced at the cup, and there was a bottom inside: "You can try..."

This is probably a bit ambiguous.

When he raised his eyes, he saw the sentry suddenly approaching, and he was so frightened that the cup in his hand dropped.The sound of the cup falling on the carpet covered up the sound of his gasping for a moment, Ara leaned on the luxurious marshal chair with one hand, forced him to the back of the chair and kissed him.It was a distance where even the breath had to merge together. The most frightening thing for Yimulian was that he couldn't figure out whether Huang just wanted to taste the coffee, or simply wanted to kiss him.

He closed his left eye in shame, no matter what the original intention was, this imminent contact turned into an affectionate kiss, in the dark, he felt the thrill of the tongue and tongue running over his taste buds, even breathing was a little uncomfortable smooth.

Huang's fingers were inserted into his hair, so strong that he almost forced out his sobs, he frowned and suppressed them all, and couldn't bear the dryness of his throat, so he blushed and blushed and said "huh"... This is probably a wipe The gun went off, it was clear that he didn't intend to tease him, but if he misunderstood it, he must have misunderstood it, it's just that in the Marshal's office there was an illusion of cheating...

Nonsense, this coffee is obviously sweet as hell.

"Marshal Lian! I didn't say anything just now..."

Suddenly someone pushed the door and came back. It was all because the sound insulation in the military office was so good. Yan Yanluo unexpectedly failed to notice the eerie silence in the office. Before coming to the door, he even asked thoughtfully: "Do you need me to help you time?"

"I can fuck you!"

If Huang was still the marshal, Yan Yanluo would be chased and killed by the Manchu army now, but this assumption is not true, Yan Yanluo came back obediently, just in time to see Huang stretching out his hand to cover his red lips and said: "Bite so hard!" What?"

She wanted to show the middle fingers to the two of them, and then exit gracefully.

Fortunately, she is dedicated enough.

Marshal Yimulian shook his head innocently, and asked her in a pretentious manner, "What's wrong?"

Yan Yanluo admired her dedication and said: "I haven't finished talking just now, please ask me to go to Port Arthur Prison to meet Jinyu Ji, I went yesterday, she seems to be fine, and she can't see that she is under interrogation What kind of trauma did you suffer... Maybe it was brainwashed back again, the Secret Service is good at this."

Now is really not the time to rescue Jinyu Ji, she is suspected of being a federal spy after all.

"It's really troublesome for you." Yimulian thanked her.

"You're so polite even after becoming a marshal. It's really..." halfway through her words, Bai He, the spiritual guide behind her, was scared out by the evil forces together with her.

Bailong circled around Huang, triumphantly.

Unlike the lost master, it looked around with majestic eyes—what about the golden dragon, I miss it after a long time, and where did this pink one come from?

But the dragon can't talk to people, otherwise as long as it asks, Yimulian will tell it: don't worry, the golden scales will grow back after a while.

Huang bent down to pick up the coffee cup that fell on the ground, and keenly caught the sound of someone striding towards Yanyanluo outside the door that was not closed tightly. The person passed by Yanyanluo, Yanyanluo respectfully When bowing, there was a slight rubbing sound of the cloth... When I was emotional, even my usual calmness could not stop my senses from opening up to the most acute intensity.

4.82 seconds later, there was a knock on the door.

It has been more than half a month since the last time I saw Admiral Gu Huo Niao. During this time, she has been traveling between the front line and the imperial capital, exhausted by boats and cars. To save trouble, she even cut her long hair short.She brought two messages.

"The guide who used the resonance bomb to kill people escaped back, and she appeared in Franvale. She does look very similar to Hongye."

She was terribly anxious. .

"There is one more... The Federation wants to extend its hand this time.

"Information agents. They want to hold an 'international ballroom' in the capital, and they will sign an agreement to ensure the personal safety of the guests, open to all countries in the world, and any country is eligible to visit... This is clearly a military wooing!"

tbc