Chapter 72: Moth and Kiss
The shrill whistle echoed in the training ground of Base No. 4, where noisy shouts broke out. Thousands of Luofeng soldiers who were full of energy and had no way to vent shouted the number of "Fourth Squadron of the Fourth Guards Regiment".
The elite competition has ended.
The scene was extremely tragic.
Of the hundreds of soldiers who took part in the battle, half were subdued and pinned to the ground, while the other half were covered in wounds.
In the most central area of the "battlefield", Yang Ming was sitting on the back of a sturdy man. There were several footprints on his white vest, and the sides of his military boots were covered with dark red bloodstains.
Not a drop of blood was his own.
"Are you convinced?"
Yang Ming lowered his head and asked.
The sturdy man under his butt struggled hard, roaring with reluctance: "You are playing dirty tricks on me, Yang Ming! I don't accept it!"
"Okay," Yang Ming jumped up, "I'll give you this chance."
The bruised man shuddered and stared at Yang Ming with eyes as if he were looking at a monster. His voice became much gentler: "I, I admit that I was a little loud just now. In a sense, I have already lost, Captain Yang Ming."
Yang Ming curled his lips and said, "I don't accept it. I don't believe that you only have this much strength."
"No, no, no, this is really all my strength...hiss."
The captain of the third team tried to stand up, but he gasped in pain: "How could you be so cruel! Oh, help me get a stretcher! I can't walk!"
Yang Ming shook his head in disappointment.
The group of soldiers and officers who were watching the fun from the outside slowly dispersed with merciless ridicule towards the losers.
"gather!"
Yang Ming shouted loudly, and more than 160 members of the Fourth Battalion quickly lined up. All of them had bruises on their faces and bodies. Many of them walked with a limp, and half of them needed help from others.
But after they stood firm, they still stood tall and straight, with fire in their eyes.
Hundreds of soldiers rushed in from the periphery, carrying away the wounded and cleaning up the battlefield.
"Starting today," Yang Ming's voice was still calm and even, "The Fourth Guard Regiment has only one sharp knife battalion, which is us 004! Everyone, target the Fourth Squadron's infirmary, run... forget it, just walk slowly forward."
A group of soldiers burst into laughter and walked towards the infirmary in twos and threes, supporting each other.
Yang Ming glanced around with a hint of a smile on his face.
He likes the atmosphere here.
A thin and frail middle-aged officer strolled over from not far away.
This is Yang Ming's immediate superior, the captain of the 4th Battalion of the Guards Regiment, with the rank of lieutenant colonel. He is a typical aristocratic officer and usually does not like to appear in front of Yang Ming and the soldiers.
After Yang Ming drank with him twice, they became close friends.
The 4th Battalion of the 4th Guards Regiment has become famous recently. This lieutenant colonel has a smiling face all day long and rarely looks as worried as he does today.
"Captain Yang Ming!"
He shouted from a few meters away.
"Sir!"
Yang Ming symbolically saluted and said with a grin, "Our soldiers are the bravest."
"Come on," the lieutenant colonel curled his lips, "I'm not one of those young boys who get excited by a few words from you. You are the bravest one, Captain Yang Ming. They are just inspired by you. This is what I just received a message about..."
Yang Ming put his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "The defense and ceremonial duties of the Sherman Mission have been handed over to our Fourth Regiment?"
"How do you know? This is inside information!" The lieutenant colonel was stunned.
Yang Ming shrugged: "I have my own information and channels, you know sir."
"That's right," the lieutenant colonel breathed a sigh of relief, "Since you already know, I won't say much. We'll have a meeting tonight to discuss it. I'll try my best to get a job in the honor guard. I only need to stand for a while."
"Thank you for your hard work, sir."
"Well," the lieutenant colonel sighed, "I hope nothing unexpected will happen."
The lieutenant colonel's words seemed to have a hidden meaning.
Yang Ming smiled and nodded, continuing to play dumb in front of the lieutenant colonel.
After the lieutenant colonel left, Yang Ming went straight back to the locker room. The soldiers and low-ranking officers he met along the way all stepped aside and looked at him as a sign of respect.
Yang Ming took off his clothes and took a shower under the shower in the corner.
Along with the sound of rushing water, Lu's voice finally came through the hidden earphones in Yang Ming's ears.
"It has been confirmed, Boss. It was the Third Prince who arranged the Fourth Guards through General Wuli to provide security for the delegation. They want to create some trouble for you and make you lose your chance of promotion."
General Uli?
Yang Ming grabbed the shower head and rinsed his neck, and several messages quickly flashed through his mind.
The Royal Guard is divided into three main parts: the Royal Guard, the Supervisory Guard, and the Guard.
The Guards Regiment is responsible for security patrols inside the Imperial Palace. A total of nine fully staffed regiments are deployed, responsible for the security of the interior of the Imperial Palace.
The Supervisory Corps is mainly responsible for monitoring various situations inside and outside the palace, and occasionally will be dispatched to protect ministers. A total of three corps are deployed, and the deployment locations are relatively scattered.
The Guard Regiment is responsible for the checkpoints and patrols outside the Imperial Palace and has a large number of people.
In addition, there is a rapid reaction force that obeys the emperor directly and is also classified as the royal guard. The number of people is unknown and Lu was unable to find relevant information.
General Philemon, the confidant of the second prince Edwang, is in charge of the Supervisory Corps, while General Uli, the confidant of the third prince, is in charge of the Guards.
"The Third Prince wants to mess with me now?"
Yang Ming was quite puzzled by this.
He hadn't even been promoted yet, and he had only gained a little reputation as a 'good fighter' in the Guards, and had used the information advantage of Lu to mess with the generals' mentality a few times, so how could...
"Boss, we must respond in advance."
Lu's voice was very calm.
This just shows the seriousness of the situation.
"Boss, we must take into account that the Sherman Empire is the suzerain of the Luofeng Empire. In front of the Sherman envoys, any mistakes or flaws will hurt the nerves of the Luofeng Empire's top leaders.
"They are prepared to embarrass you enough to kill your political career."
Yang Ming murmured, "How did you get embarrassed?"
"General Wu Li hasn't figured it out yet," Lu snorted, "Why don't we spread the video of Wu Li and his bedmates on the Internet and get him out of office first."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Analyze whether there is any possibility of avoiding the other party's attack."
"Boss, Wu Li has already issued the relevant military order. There is no time to circumvent it."
Yang Ming fell silent.
He took the rusty shower head and continued to rinse his already clean body, the hesitation in his eyes gradually fading away.
“I quite like life here.”
Yang Ming shook his head and said in a weak voice: "Start the Moth Project ahead of time, and the time is set for tomorrow night. I need to contact the emperor in advance to see if I can leave a good impression on him."
Lu reminded: "Forcibly changing the planned time will definitely leave some traces. And the boss has an appointment with Miss Windsor tomorrow night."
"The date has been changed to tonight. This is serious business."
"Okay boss."
"Send the video of Wu Li and his bedmate to Edwang anonymously," Yang Ming reminded, "Remember to mosaic it. Our Second Prince is a pure middle-aged man and cannot stand seeing dirty things."
Lu sneered and recalled some funny things.
…
When Yang Ming went on a date, he was still wearing military pants and boots, and casually paired them with an ordinary shirt.
Compared to Yang Ming's slightly casual attire, Miss Windsor always dresses up carefully.
Like tonight.
Windsor's smooth long hair fell on her smooth shoulders, and her sexy collarbone was like a flower bud, supporting her slender neck and her delicate face without any vulgarity.
The two were discussing the topic they hadn't finished discussing last time, regarding interstellar navigation. Yang Ming only briefly talked about the dangers and techniques of flying a spacecraft, and she listened attentively.
This was already their fifth date, and Yang Ming decided to achieve some substantial results tonight.
After dinner, the two took a quick walk on the pedestrian street.
Yang Ming put his hands in his trouser pockets and measured the size of the bricks on the pedestrian street with his military boots.
Windsor had her hands behind her back, with her long hair draped over her shoulders and wearing a tube top mini skirt, attracting the attention of many passers-by.
Yang Ming looked at her long and slender legs, and after confirming that she was not wearing high heels, he asked with a smile, "Do you have to bring so many bodyguards with you every time you go out?"
"Huh? So many bodyguards?" Windsor blinked. "I only have one driver nearby who is responsible for pick-up and drop-off."
"No, they are around," Yang Ming said mysteriously.
Windsor looked around curiously but didn't see any suspicious figures.
Yang Ming suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Before Windsor could react, a gentle force pulled her forward and she started running.
"Hey! Ming!"
Yang Ming had just pulled her a few meters when more than a dozen men and women started to move at the same time in all directions.
After Yang Ming pulled her for a distance, the dozen or so men and women could no longer bear it and immediately chased after them.
Windsor widened his eyes upon seeing this, and turned his head in disbelief to look at the figure behind him. He ran more and more eagerly, and began to pull Yang Ming forward.
Two minutes later.
Yang Ming and Windsor leaned against the billboard together, and more than a dozen men and women rushed over.
The two looked at each other, laughed at the same time, and then quickly pursed their lips to hold back their laughter.
She was slightly out of breath, her chest rising and falling, because she had been doing body shaping exercises on a daily basis, which gave her fairly good physical strength.
"Your father is also considering your safety," Yang Ming said in a gentle voice.
Windsor muttered quietly: "I thought there were only one or two people watching me, but I didn't expect there would be so many. It's so scary."
"The current situation is unstable," Yang Ming said in a gentle voice, actively seeking eye contact.
When Windsor saw his burning eyes, her breathing unconsciously became light and slow; her eyes dodged, then flashed brightly, and finally stared into Yang Ming's eyes without dodging back.
Windsor grabbed the sleeve of Yang Ming's shirt, seemingly unable to bear his gaze, and slowly closed his eyes, his jelly-textured lips slightly opened...
Law of thinking space.
The mechanical thinking body looked at the kissing scene on the screen in front of it, pouting and shaking its head, and picked up a bag of potato chip snacks and watched it with relish.
…
Another sleepless night.
Yang Ming tossed and turned in bed, feeling a heat in his body that couldn't be relieved.
Although he also wanted to take Windsor directly , being able to have sex with her today was already a phased achievement, and he must understand the principle that too much is as bad as too little.
When hugging her charming body, Yang Ming just held her slender waist with a six-pack and did not do anything too offensive. This showed great perseverance.
"It's not bad to have a serious relationship with Luofeng."
Yang Ming thought excitedly.
Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see Windsor's beautiful face. Just by rubbing his fingers, he could recall the wonderful touch of her smooth skin.
"law."
"Boss," Lu's figure appeared at the head of the bed.
"Repeat the steps of the Moth Plan and let's check if there are any mistakes or omissions."
"Okay boss."
A three-dimensional projection of the imperial palace appeared in front of Yang Ming.
“ The duty . You will be on duty near the Emperor’s bedroom for six hours tomorrow, from 4 pm to night. Project Moth will be activated when the sun sets.
“By then, a large number of viruses will appear in the palace’s internal network, and the virus samples will be taken from the tool library of the new federal agents.
"All the safety locks on the six paths leading to the Emperor's bedroom will be disabled, but only the path marked in front of you can successfully reach the Emperor's bedroom.
"You need to reach the palace within three minutes and lead your team to protect the emperor."
Lu Yu paused and said, "The biggest uncontrollable factor right now is the emperor's own path of action. If he is not in the palace, I will make temporary adjustments. There are many other uncontrollable factors that require you to respond on the spot."
Yang Ming nodded and asked with a smile: "Do you think Miss Windsor has fallen asleep now?"
Law was silent for a few seconds.
The three-dimensional projection in front of Yang Ming flickered gently, becoming an observation perspective restored by thermal imaging.
That was the manor where the Chancellor of the Exchequer lived. In the large bedroom in the middle of the second floor, Windsor, wearing a pink and white nightgown, was hugging a pillow, tossing and turning on the bed, sighing or laughing from time to time.
"Uh, is she mentally normal?" Yang Ming asked half-jokingly.
"Boss, this is probably the shyness and anxiety of a human being. She is in love. If you ask her to come back tonight to spend the night, she will most likely not refuse. That's what the hormones in her body say."
Yang Ming couldn't help but cover his eyes.
Damn!
Too conservative.
