Diversity Domination: Starting from the Resident Evil Lottery

Lin Lan turned to the members of the Gray Eagle Squad, her eyes showing approval and pride.

"In this battle, you have undoubtedly performed very well.

The Commander-in-Chief has spoken highly of you, and I am very proud of you.

But remember, glory and merit are not the end, but a new beginning. "

Her voice was filled with encouragement and anticipation, "The AV28 simulator you are using now is just a practice tool for you before you set foot on the real battlefield.

When you actually fly the AV58 fighter jet and go to the front line, that is the real test for you.

You must guard against arrogance and rashness and continue to work hard. "

Zeng Yu asked with some eagerness, "Commander Lin, when can we start driving the AV28 simulator?"

Just practicing the simulator every day, it always feels like something is missing. "

Lin Lan replied calmly: "Zeng Yu, your skills have not yet reached the passing standard.

We can't risk flying a real AV28 fighter until you're mastered with your piloting skills.

Please continue to train hard and strive to achieve the passing standard as soon as possible. "

Hearing this formulaic answer, a trace of disappointment flashed in Zeng Yu's eyes.

Lin Lan sighed lightly, "Okay, let's go eat first, disband." "

The members of the Gray Eagle team were relieved and left with joy, completely devoid of the tension and oppression of 643 before the war.

Looking at their cheerful backs, Lin Lan's heart couldn't relax.

She knows the cruelty of war, the test of blood and fire, the contest of life and death, far from what they can imagine.

And their overly relaxed attitude, as if war was just a game, made her fear that they would pay a terrible price on the real battlefield.

She plans to take the time to speak with each member of the Greyhawk squad individually to make them understand the severity of the war and the responsibilities they shoulder.

She couldn't let them continue to treat the upcoming challenges with a careless attitude, which was not only about their life and death, but also about the safety of the entire Demon Capital.

She didn't want them to continue to treat this war between humans and aliens as a game, because that might cost them their precious lives.

Lin Lan, who walked into the elevator, was full of worry (BGBA), and her thoughts were as solemn as the air in the elevator.

Yang Jiannan, the commander of the magic capital artillery, wants to celebrate her birthday, and she knows that Yang Jiannan is interested in her, but both of them have heavy responsibilities, and love seems to have become unattainable for them.

No one has the courage to pierce this layer of window paper, perhaps in the context of war, some things seem too extravagant.

"Wait a minute. "

Just as the elevator door was about to close, Jiang Yang rushed in.

He was carrying a handbag, and his eyes peeked at Lin Lan from time to time.

His palms were sweaty, and his heart was fighting fiercely.

Eventually, he unzipped his handbag, and inside was the birthday present he had prepared for Lin Lan.

"Happy birthday. Jiang Yang took out a yellow tulip in a vase from his handbag, "I'll give you a birthday present." "

Lin Lan didn't reach out to pick it up, her eyes stared at the numbers on the display, and there was a hint of imperceptible coldness in her voice: "I understand your intentions, I really appreciate it." "

Jiang Yang's knuckles tightened slightly, and he looked at Lin Lan's indifferent face, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

He tried his best to suppress this emotion, and his voice trembled a little: "Commander Lin, you...... You're not married, I guess ......."

Without waiting for Jiang Yang to finish speaking, Lin Lan interrupted him and said word by word: "Jiang Yang, we are soldiers."

There are some things that we don't think about. "

At this time, the elevator stopped lightly on the third floor, where the command floor is located. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

It was quiet and solemn, and only high-ranking officers were allowed to step in.

When the elevator door slowly opened, Jiang Yang was still puzzled why Lin Lan chose to stop on this floor with special significance.

I saw that the artillery commander Yang Jiannan was already holding a bouquet of delicately packaged roses and waiting at the elevator exit.

He was dressed in a crisp military uniform, and the general star on his shoulders shone with the light of honor and responsibility.

He stepped forward with a warm smile on his face: "Commander Lin, happy birthday." "[]

Facing Jiang Yang's cold Lin Lan, after seeing Yang Jiannan, a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

That smile was like the sunshine of early spring, warm and bright.

In Jiang Yang's eyes, this smile was so dazzling, as if a deep wound had been cut through his heart.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, trying to control the surging emotions in his heart, but he also understood that between himself and Lin Lan, it seemed that there was an invisible obstacle between Yang Jiannan forever.

Lin Lan took the rose and said softly, "Thank you." "

Then she turned to Jiang Yang, "I still have some things to deal with, you can go back first." "

Jiang Yang nodded silently, watching Lin Lan's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, his heart seemed to be pressed by some heavy object, heavy.

He looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm his inner turmoil, but the dull feeling lingered.

The elevator doors closed slowly, isolating Jiangyang from the outside world.

He clenched his hands into fists in anger and slammed them into the elevator wall.

After the elevator reached the lobby on the first floor, he glanced at the tulip he was about to give to Lin Lan in his hand, and threw it into the trash without hesitation.

"Isn't it just an artillery commander?

I, Jiangyang, will not lose to you!"

Jiang Yang's heart was full of unwillingness and anger, he looked up at the floor where the command floor was located, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

He Jiang Yang can go from an ordinary reserve soldier of the logistics department to a regular member of the Gray Eagle Squad all the way, relying not on the backstage, but on ability!

He wants to show everyone with facts, especially Lin Lan, that the Xianteng base can lose an artillery commander, but it can't lack an excellent drone pilot like him.

It's been a week since the last Delta alien invaders attacked the magic capital.

Lin Lan received an order from the commander-in-chief and stepped into the command room.

She looked up and saw that the commander-in-chief, Shao Yiyun, was solemnly saluting the hazy weather outside the window.

Shao Yiyun said in a deep voice: "Those are the ashes of New Delhi, and the tropical storm in the West Brahma Ocean blew them over.

After New Delhi's Sento was taken by the Delmar mothership, 3,600 UNDC (Global Joint Defense Committee) fighters disappeared along with the entire city.

With your level of secrecy, you should have gotten the latest news on the Battle of New Delhi. "

Lin Lan pursed his lips and nodded silently.

She looked up out the window, and the gray sky seemed to be a heavy mark of war.

She took a deep breath and gave a solemn military salute to the window, which was the highest respect for the dead soldiers.