When the morning sun rises again, Qianlong wears a formal major's military uniform and two badges on his chest. He slowly pushes open the door and carries a metal box. He looks back at some empty rooms, but he doesn't give up. Qianlong calms down and pushes the box out.
On the streets along the way, there are twisted and damaged metal houses everywhere. Many tents are set up in the corner. Many victims in area f sit outside the tents without God. There are howls and painful groans from time to time in the tents.
Some seven or eight year old children gathered together dirty, holding half a nutrition stick tightly in their hands. From time to time, teams of patrol guards walked by. These guards also carried primitive stretchers with many dead bodies lying on them. They had to patrol every place they walked, and try not to miss the dead residents. If there were residents who were seriously injured and still alive, They will make a mark on their tent or house for later inquiry.
Qianlong couldn't help sighing. The aftermath of the war can't end so easily.
Bemisia magic said in Qianlong's mind, "natural selection and survival of the fittest are natural laws. To survive under this starry sky, we must adapt to this rule. War is relative. In a sense, the number of Zerg deaths far exceeds our casualties."
Chihiro hesitated and said, "I understand."
"Cheer up and don't be affected by the external environment. An excellent fighter should be strong enough to bear everything." Said Bemisia magic.
Qianlong nodded and continued to walk towards STP.
An hour later, Qianlong came to the entrance of heavily guarded area g. the whole huge area G basically has no ordinary residents. In a sense, area G is the STP department.
As soon as Qianlong approached the entrance, the captain of the guard greeted him and stopped Qianlong.
"This is the STP department. No irrelevant personnel are allowed to approach. Major, please show me your pass."
Qianlong looked at the captain of the guard as if he were a second lieutenant, but it could be seen that there was no subordinate's awe of the superior in his eyes.
"I've just been transferred here. Today, Jethro took a few steps forward, looked at Qianlong and said," the boy's skill is quite good. It's the next step to meet and say hello. See you later. "
Then Jethro turned and left.
Qianlong frowned and looked at the leaving Bilan And Jethro. They didn't seem very friendly and their status seemed very high.
Ji LAN came up and asked, "Lord Qianlong, are you okay?"
"Nothing." Qianlong replied.
Ji LAN saw that Qianlong's expression didn't seem very good, so he opened his mouth and explained, "Lord Qianlong doesn't have to take it too seriously. In fact, his highness Bilan didn't mean any harm. He was really just saying hello."
"Just say hello?" Qianlong looked at Ji LAN strangely and asked.
"Yes, Lord Qianlong, that's how his highness Bilan greeted him. I think when Lord Jethro first entered the STP department, he also received his highness Bilan's greetings. However, Lord Jethro is not as powerful as Lord Qianlong. Don't be taught on the ground." The vice captain beside Keelan, a middle-aged man with a very cheerful personality, said with a smile.
Qianlong twitched at the corner of his mouth. Listening to him, it is estimated that it may really be just a pure greeting.