People on the small Warship were already cheering.
Jiang Qiuqiu cheered along for a bit before the man beside her pulled her close. He whispered, "Why are you cheering for another man?"
"You’re not even this happy when you see ."
Jiang Qiuqiu...
"You’re getting jealous over *this*?!"
"Fine, fine, I’ll watch you." Jiang Qiuqiu leaned against Mo Si as she watched the movie. By this point, the character in the film had started sparring with all sorts of people, winning every match without fail. "Did you go to the front lines when you were sixteen?"
"Yes, when I was sixteen."
"That early?"
"Yeah."
He ca from an aristocratic family with a long military tradition. Back then, he was the only 3S-grade spiritual power cha Soldier in the entire Federation, with an outstanding record. The front lines were locked in a bitter struggle, with the war between the Insect Race and the Imperial army at a stalemate. Everyone was hoping for sothing to break the deadlock.
Then ca Mo Si, capable of piloting the most powerful cha in history. He had barely co of age before he was sent to the front lines as a ’secret weapon.’
"Did people really challenge you that much back then?"
"No." Mo Si shook his head. This was one of the reasons he didn’t really like movies. "Films aren’t very accurate. No one ever challenged ."
He saw the questioning look in Qiuqiu’s eyes but didn’t really want to explain.
But who could escape his girlfriend’s persistent questioning? "Why? Why?!"
He sighed, his eyes also fixing on the cha in the movie for a mont.
’The plot isn’t very accurate, but they did get the cha right.’
"Because it was a battlefield."
"Back then, humanity had no decisive advantage against the Insect Race."
The battlefield was no place for gas or playing house.
Who had the ti for that? Everyone was exhausting their Heart Power in the war against the Insect Race, leaving them completely drained. People died every ti they went into battle.
The silver-white chas were like stars. After losing their pilots, they would slip away into space, becoming wandering stars.
Jiang Qiuqiu froze. She could feel a sudden wave of sadness wash over Mo Si. She grasped his hand. "You don’t want to watch this? We can turn it off if you don’t."
"It’s fine. Let’s keep watching." Mo Si wrapped his arm around her. "Let’s see just how they decided to portray ."
By the ti they both turned their gazes back to the screen, the movie was already in its middle act.
The sixteen-year-old boy from Federation Star displayed his astonishing talent over several battles, fighting a bloody war amidst the swarms of the Insect Race.
He piloted his silver-white cha, darting through the enemy ranks like a bolt of lightning. After his arrival, it was as if every battle had divine aid.
The people on the fringes of Polar Star, who had been living in constant terror, suddenly found a sense of calm.
The cha pilot grew up, year by year. He went from naive to sharp and cold, from silent to steady, his once-clear eyes turning hard and piercing.
The only thing that never changed was his cha.
Just as it was.
The final scene showed the comrcial district of the Federal Main City.
On the massive screen of a comrcial skyscraper, a video of the Polar Planet was playing. It gave everyone the feeling of watching a picture within a picture—
A line of text appeared on the skyscraper’s screen: "We are tens of millions of light-years away from them, but our prosperity here is decided by what happens there."
The protagonist of our film is not explicitly nad, but every one of us knows who he is.
—This film is dedicated to the Imperial Blade, in celebration of his 23rd year of service.
The film ended.
Everyone on the Warship erupted in cheers!
"So this year marks Admiral Mo Si’s 23rd year of service!"
"The Imperial Blade is invincible!"
"That was so moving!"
"I’m going to donate to the Expeditionary Army as soon as I get back. That was so inspiring!"
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