MTL - Demon King’s Political Marriage-Chapter 1 Close soldier

In the Galactic Federation's main star training base, soldiers faced the sun for severe training across the optical network. The combat suits on them were full of mud, and the hair under the transparent helmet had been soaked with sweat, but there was no slackness. They were holding the machine guns in their hands, standing upright, and staring at the light net field in front of them. The password issued by the chief.

The leader of this group of soldiers is a young non-commissioned officer, wearing a brand-new secondary medal on his chest, shining brightly under the sun. He was in his early twenties, with dark skin and a slightly immature face inside his helmet, but his expression was very serious.

"Crossing the optical network, primary preparation!" The chief commander issued a password.

The soldiers acted neatly, inserted the machine gun into the machine gun bag behind them, squatted with their legs, ready to charge at any time.

"Come on!" The commander issued a nearly roaring password in the throat of the chief officer, and the soldiers rushed towards the complicated structure of the light net 50 meters away, like bullets from a rifle.

The light nets are red and staggered. They are the main enemies encountered on the federal battlefield. The practice of avoiding the light nets is to allow these soldiers to survive for a period of time after they enter the battlefield.

The first soldier approached the light net with a loud noise. His protective clothing was torn by the light net. The white gas burst out of the protective clothing instantly. In the environment with a temperature of nearly one hundred degrees Celsius, it lost its protection. Protected by the soldiers, the soldiers fell quickly.

The Master Chief shouted expressionlessly: "Doctor!"

Two young nurses in white protective clothing ran over and carried the soldier away.

The rest of the soldiers still forward, bowed, shivered, and jumped. They had to cross the 100-meter-long optical net within 5 seconds.

"Ah!" Another soldier fell and was carried away.

The closer to the finish line, the fewer soldiers remain. In the end, only ten of the 100 soldiers passed through the optical net, but it had already exceeded the requirement of 5 seconds.

The Master Chief's face was iron blue: "Is this your speed? Snails will be faster than you!"

The Chief Master's words caused dissatisfaction with the "surviving" soldiers, and a sergeant said, "Boss? This is simply pervert training. I don't think anyone can do it!"

"Don't you mean that you are in peace talks? You won't fight anymore?"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction on the serious face of the Master Chief: "Who said peace would be truly peaceful? War will always be with you at any time! Pay attention, and watch me move!"

The sergeant stood with the gun at the starting point and ordered aloud to himself: "Cross the optical net, preliminary preparation!"

With his own order, the heavy machine gun in the Master Chief's hand was neatly inserted into the gun bag behind him. His legs were squatting slightly, his body tilted down, and even wearing a slightly bloated combat uniform, he could feel the agility of a cheetah.

"Come on!" The Master Chief shouted a command at himself, at the same time, he began to sprint.

The dark gray combat suit tail wing walker was fully open, the blue flame was burning behind his back, and the chief commander seemed to be a shooting star that cut through the sky. In a blink of an eye, he rushed to the light net.

Squatting, jumping, side waist, sloping, a series of beautiful movements like dance art, the red light net is constantly changing, sometimes parallel lines, sometimes nets, as if to cut the master officer.

Behind the master commander, the blue flame of the booster also suddenly weakened and rose sharply with his movements. The master commander, wearing a dark gray combat suit, shuttled and flew in the optical network space of 100 meters in diameter. It seems to have been a seagull, flying on the stormy sea, like a snake, shuttled to the bottom of the river and water. Smart and fast.

Huh!

The Chief Sergeant landed safely, and the timer on the side showed the shuttle speed of the Chief Sergeant: 3.9 seconds.

"Who said it was impossible to cross the 100-meter optical network in five seconds?" The chief master's voice was very severe, and his eyes swept toward the soldiers around him, and the soldiers lowered their heads.

"Nothing is impossible, only willingness to work hard! The essentials of movement have been taught to you long ago, all that is missing is sweat and hard work!" The chief commander's instructions were not polite.

"Yes!" The soldiers responded imposingly.

He nodded slightly satisfied, and ordered again: "Everyone, line up!"

The soldiers quickly stood up, and the soldiers carried down by the medical officer had been repaired and returned to the queue.

"Crossing the light net, primary preparation." The chief master's voice was calm and serious.

The soldiers were ready immediately.

But at this time, a glider was giving in from a distant sky. The silver wings had a half-moon-shaped logo, and five blue pentagrams surround the half-moon. Sign.

And those who can ride this glider will not be small.

The Master Chief terminated his training and issued a password: "Li Zheng! Salute!"

The soldiers saluted uniformly towards the glider. The glider stopped in front of the sergeant, and a man in a uniform and a lieutenant-general stepped off the glider.

Behind him was a major and a civilian officer.

The Lieutenant General looked in his thirties and frowned slightly. Although his appearance was not old, a lot of his hair had turned white.

"Good chief!" The soldiers paid tribute to the major general.

The Lieutenant General was full of heart. Instead of paying tribute to the soldiers as usual, he walked directly to the chief officer in combat uniform.

The non-commissioned commander stood upright and saluted a standard military salute: "Wu Xingyun, the non-commissioned commander of the 52nd Division and 3rd Regiment of the 3rd Corps of the Galaxy Federation, reports to you.

The Lieutenant General in front of the Lieutenant General looked up and down several times and asked, "You are the fighting hero Wu Xingyun last month?"

"Yes!"

The Lieutenant General extended his hand and patted Wu Xingyun's shoulder. His voice was a little dull and even a little frustrated. "You guys, come with me, there is a task that you need to complete."

After that, the Lieutenant General went straight towards the base office building. Wu Xingyun followed him, and two other officers walked beside Wu Xingyun.

A group of people walked into the base office building and took the elevator to the conference room one thousand meters below. There is no one in the conference room, which is large enough to hold tens of thousands of people, and it looks very empty.

The lieutenant took a seat and sat down, beckoning to Wu Xingyun, who was standing aside: "Sit down, on behalf of the military, let me talk to you about something."

Talk about things? Wu Xingyun was puzzled in his heart. He was just a little master-sergeant. What can he do to let the Lieutenant General speak to himself?

Wu Xingyun stood up and made a military salute: "Please give me instructions!"

The lieutenant waved again, motioned to Wu Xingyun to sit down, and lit a cigarette.

The lieutenant took a deep breath and then slowly said: "I decided to make peace, and agreed to the request over there, to marry you ... to 'that person'."

"What!" Wu Xingyun was startled, bouncing from his chair.

"That man" is the legendary demon, the number one enemy of the Galactic Federation, and can sail in space without relying on spacecraft. Some people say that ‘that person’ is a human variant, and some say ‘that person’ is a new species in the universe.

But no matter what, it is clear that ‘that person’ hates humans, and the Demon Legion he leads is a terrible enemy of the Galactic Federation and an eternal nightmare.

Training across the optical network, assault landing training, and anti-material acting training are all to fight against ‘that person’.

Their slogan has always been to defeat the devil and defend humanity.

Why now, suddenly I promised to make peace with the devil, and what else was said to marry myself!

Wu Xingyun felt that his brain was not smart enough for a short circuit. He stared straight at the lieutenant general in front of him. The general of the infantry division and his supreme commander, Hong, who had won thirty-two battles. General.

General Hong bombarded the soot on hand and said, "Soldier, I can understand your mood. I have strongly opposed this matter. After all, we are soldiers. Who doesn't want to gain glory on the battlefield to defeat the enemy? But Congress has decided that the Federal President is negotiating with your enemies about the details of your marriage. There is no way to change this. You should ... make sacrifices for human peace! Like those in human history Same as pro-princess. "

"But why is it me?" Wu Xingyun still couldn't understand. Even if he wanted to make a sacrifice for the peace of mankind, he couldn't make a sacrifice for him to make a sacrifice?

General Hong shook his head: "I don't know, it was the other party who asked for your name. I heard that during the battle last month, when you worked as a ghost locker, that person was injured?"

Wu Xingyun's eyes darkened. Last month, he was selected through layers to become the highest-level ghost lock soldier in the human arm.

The Ghost Locker has special magnetic equipment and can be invisible. The main purpose is to lurk and assassinate, but this unit also requires very high mental strength. After performing a mission, ordinary soldiers need to rest for three months and wait for mental strength to recover. Only then can the mission of the ghost locker be carried out again.

Wu Xingyun was instructed to train infantry while waiting for his recovery after performing the task of ghost lockers.

Although the mission had passed for a month, Wu Xingyun remembered every detail clearly.

At that time, a total of one hundred ghost lockers were dispatched from the Galactic Federation, but most of them were found before they approached the enemy camp, and were killed. Only he succeeded in lurking to the edge of the enemy camp.

There he happened to meet "that man".

Wu Xingyun didn't hesitate too much, and didn't even consider whether he would be exposed. The particle gun in his hand was fired towards "that person".

The battle began, and Wu Xingyun was awarded the second-class medal for his outstanding performance throughout the battle.

When the battle was over, Wu Xingyun knew that his shot didn't kill ‘that person’, he just wounded him seriously.

The enemy commander was injured, which was a great opportunity for our army, but the two sides eventually reached a tie. The army of 'that person' still had a slight advantage. So when the enemy threw the olive branch of peace talks, members of the Galactic Federation Agree with peace talks.

These are the latest current affairs news, and every soldier knows that peace talks are in progress. But what Wu Xingyun could not have imagined was that the peace talks had such a result-one of the big masters would marry him!

General Hong said: "'That person''s revenge is very strong. I think he made a false peace, and his love is even more false. If you hurt him, he just wanted to catch you and take revenge. But ... What do I say, the **** in the council feel a good opportunity. "

Wu Xingyun lowered his head, and General Hong was silent.

After a while, General Hong said, "But don't be too pessimistic. The president is negotiating conditions there. You should marry in the past, there should be no problem in life safety, but ..." Here, General Hong couldn't say anything. He took a deep breath, lost the cigarette **** in his hand, black leather boots smashed the cigarette butt, and his voice was serious: "Soldier, are you confident that you can complete this task? Marry that demon, use your best efforts To keep this crumbling brief peace? "

Wu Xingyun's instinctive salute: "Resolutely complete the task!"

However, after saying this, he felt a loss in his heart. That man, but the enemy of mankind, the most terrible demon, the nightmare of the Galactic Federation!

Throughout the ages, all the relatives have been princesses. He is just an ordinary soldier. Just because the mission is too good, he has ushered in such a fate. A sigh.