In terms of combat effectiveness, Nick Fury and Phil Colson combined cannot beat a Marine wearing power armor, but if they are placed in intelligence positions, the effect they have must be amazing. Thinking of this, Lehman shook hands with his Chief of Staff Yulian Minz:

"I am not as good as you in this regard. I have given you all the arrangements. What tasks do I have next?"

"In fact, there is no task anymore," Yurien smiled. "During the time you left, the General Staff and other departments have basically put forward the basic work of logistics, scientific research, training and other departments, and the basic military intelligence work is also carried out in an orderly manner. Before you start preparing a specific military action plan, you and me are fine, so at this point, should you go to have a cup of tea with me?"

"How is your tea art, my good chief of staff?" Asked, Lehman began to walk towards the chief of staff.

"It's okay because I take care of my former chief."

"When it comes to this, I heard that Mr. Yang Willie is very reluctant to leave you, is that okay?"

"The temporary transfer order is also an order. For soldiers, the military order is like a mountain of fallen, and he has no choice."

The two chatted all the way, from Yang Willie to how to arrange the horror robot production line he brought back. When they arrived at the staff lounge of the General Staff, they stopped. A man in an air force uniform saw Lehman and Yurien walking in, and hurriedly saluted and was about to leave. Seeing the other party's evasion of suspicion, Lehman quickly called the man:

"It's okay, it's okay, we're just here to have a tea break, you don't have to leave, actually, Chief of Staff, do you mind more than one cup?"

"I don't mind at all. You guys talk, I'll prepare tea."

Yurien ran to the side to boil water and was about to go. Lehman turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man with a trace of time on his face. He pulled open the chair and waved his hand with a smile:

"What are you nervous? You and I are just different divisions of labor. They are all soldiers. Come and sit down, what do you call you?"

"Brendon, Brandon Naidingle, the Commander of the War Zone!" After Brandon stood up straight, he sat down with a hurdle.

"I've said that you and I just have different divisions of labor. There is no such thing as high or low. Air Force, which unit belongs to?" Lehman looked at the other party's uniform and found that the place of the armband was indeed empty, so he asked.

"The 114th Fighter Wing, which had been assigned to the 7th Fleet," Brandon seemed even more embarrassed when he heard Lehman ask about the number, "but I applied for a temporary transfer again, and the procedures were not completed yet, so......"

“Where is the transfer?”

"The transport aircraft unit of the General Equipment Department."

"Transfer from the combat troops."

Hearing this, Lehman was indeed a little curious. It was really new for the soldiers of the combat troops, especially the arrogant fighter pilots, to take the initiative to apply for transfer from the front line. It was a bit strange for those who served in the army to be somewhat arrogant. This is a kind of spirit cultivated from the competitive psychology, especially the front-line troops that need to face the enemy directly. It is too weak and peaceful. Fighter pilots, even more so, it is strange that they can take the initiative to apply for transfer to the second line.

"Yes, transfer out of the front line..." Brandon said, his head lowering a little. Seeing the other party's expression, Lehman also understood why the other party wanted to avoid him--the other party must also feel that this decision is a bit embarrassing.

"Actually, it's nothing. It can shine everywhere. There is no logistics transportation. The front-line troops will fart," Lehmann did not ask directly. He patted Brandon's arm and comforted him. "Although I think it's a bit in a hurry to drive a transport plane, I tell you, my life was saved by a transport plane."

"Tell me?" Brandon was obviously not in a high mood, but just asked politely as Lehman said.

"My brother, Jim Renault, and I joined the army together," Lehman recalled years ago and told me very slowly. "After some of the most basic trainings, my brother and I were put on the front line. At that time, the Federation was still there and was still fighting with the Kailian. We were put on the front line of the Kailian war. Our destination, I remember being called Tulassis 2."

When talking about Tulassis 2, Brandon's body shook, but Lehman had not noticed in past memories:

"Tulassis 2 was very bad from the beginning. We were attacked by the Kelion's astronaut fighter in the universe. In addition to thanking the fighter pilot for expelling the Kelion's Hellhound fighter, we have to thank our transporter pilot. It may be very calm now, but at that time, in the case of threats of fighter jets around, he still successfully stole the transporter's thermal barrier. You know, at that time, even if the entry angle was wrong, we might have been burned to ashes in the atmosphere, but the transporter pilot safely led us to break through the atmosphere."

"However, this driver may be a little worse than our transport plane drivers later. After breaking through the atmosphere, we boarded a small transport plane and began to prepare for landing in the dark rainy night. Kailian's fighter jets were eyeing us in the dark night. Those fighters did find us and launched missiles..."

"You are a fighter pilot. You know, the kind of missiles in the movie that you can do some tricks in the future when you lock in you. There is no such thing as the plot where you can throw some jamming bullets and fight wits and courage. We were hit by the missile and started to fall. However, under the operation of the driver, we landed safely. My brother and I, our Marine Squad, and the driver's cargo, survived."

"I never told anyone else what happened next. You were the first listener. After landing, we went to check the pilot. He was dead at that time. I saw his body..... Near the bomb fuse, shrapnel pierced the glass of the cockpit and inserted it into the pilot's abdomen...."

"In the low temperature, strong wind and heavy rain in the air, the pilot was shot in the abdomen and lost a lot of blood, he said, "We can fall safely and prepare for impact!" while bringing us safely to the ground... Everyone is talking about how great I am and how brave my brother is, but if it weren't for the transport plane pilot, we might have been finished long ago, so you see, even the transport plane driver..."

At this point, Brandon suddenly spoke out, interrupting Lehman's memory:

"Do you remember the name of the large transport ship that was carried when you broke through the atmosphere?"

"I remember it was called the Sea Snake."

Brandon's body shook again, and he said tremblingly:

"If, I mean, if, if, you see the face of the transport plane driver who landed with you later, can you recognize it?"

"I think I can, I was following Harnike at that time, wait, what do you mean?!"

Brandon stretched out his hand tremblingly and pulled out the identification card hanging around his neck. On it, there was a small pendant hanging. Open the pendant. Photos of two big boys holding their shoulders appeared in front of Lehman. When he saw the face of one of the big boys, Lehman's memory was instantly pulled back to the rainy night many years ago - under the broken helmet mask, a smiling face, the driver who faced almost impossible conditions and saved a ship of Marines.

"Oh my God, are you?!" Lehman looked at Brandon in shock.

"His name is Andrew Neddinger, my brother," Brandon's face was also full of disbelief, tears flowing on his face, drawing marks one by one, as if the rain marks fell on that rainy night. "They just told me that he had sacrificed, told my brother that he had sacrificed very bravely and saved a ship of people, but did not say what exactly was when he sacrificed.... Thank you, Commander, let me know that my brother...."

For a moment, Lehman felt very emotional. The surging emotions in his chest made him speechless. Brandon put the pendant on his forehead and cried. Yurien, who came back with tea, stood in the corner and stopped. After a long time, Brandon stopped crying, raised his head and looked at Lehman:

"Thank you, Commander, I think I can no longer be afraid now. Thank you, I will go back to cancel my transfer application and report to the frontline fighter wing!"

After saying that, the middle-aged man put away his memories, stood up and saluted the person his brother saved, and then left with great strides. When Brandon left, Yurien sat opposite Lehman with tea:

"This world is really wonderful, right?"

"Yes, who would have thought that, by the way, my Chief of Staff, I personally ask you for someone, don't you mind?"

"Brendan Nedingal?"

"Well, I think there are some good fighter pilots in the flagship fleet."

"According to your fighting style, the flagship fleet is the most dangerous. Is this really good? I thought you wanted to protect him."

"Only by protecting it, he will really feel pain."
Chapter completed!