Chapter 22 (2/2)

”But with all due respect, general, even if there is a real war, we can't do anything...” Lieutenant General Cai Hongan said helplessly.

Xu zhe narrowed his eyes, looked at him, and then asked seriously, ”I want to ask, how long can we support if the other party launches a sudden attack?”

”Space war?” Lieutenant General Cai Hongan pondered. ”General, it is no exaggeration to say that mankind's current space combat capability is zero!

The aircraft we can launch into space are only limited to some very small exploration satellites, and none of them are for combat purposes. Most of them are military or civilian navigation satellites, which is the limit of human space ability.

If space is compared to the sky

The only tools we can use for combat are carrier pigeons and kites, and the enemy's combat capability is much higher than the most advanced B2 bomber in mankind! ”

”So... Can we only give hope to God?” Xu zhe frowned and sighed deeply. Everyone present became heavy at once

In the narrow bedroom of low rent housing in the suburbs of Beijing.

The dark room, gray sheets, messy tables, piled with many leftover plastic bags, instant noodles and biscuits, seemed to have not been cleaned up for a long time. The house was full of dust. There was a half open window. Outside the window, the gloomy moonlight slanted in

Hao zhileng leaned half against the windowsill, holding his head and crying bitterly. For three days, he still regretted that he couldn't save Wang Yanke. He hated himself and watched his beloved girl die in front of him, but he didn't even have a chance to block her!

More importantly, he tried countless times, but he couldn't turn back time by one second.

His ability disappeared, his body was as weak as being evacuated, and he could not capture the source of that mysterious power.

Song Xiaojia came out after taking a bath. Her long hair was curly and wet, jumping on her white shoulders.

She hasn't been home for three days. One by one, her family urged her to go home. She hung up without looking at it. She stubbornly stayed with Hao Zhi and watched him drink and get drunk. Then she smashed everything in the house. After vomiting, she lay in bed talking nonsense.

She carefully swept up the broken glass again and again, like cleaning up Hao Zhi's broken glass heart.

Sometimes, he would be awakened by nightmares, and then endless remorse. He beat his head with his life and tossed until dawn.

Song Xiaojia sat cross legged beside him, put his head in his arms and said comforting words repeatedly until he was tired and fell asleep again.

Sorrow is greater than heart death. He can't extricate himself from his remorse.

Hao Zhi drank the last bite of Erguotou up his neck, and then threw it out along the window. The wine bottle fell to pieces on the road of the community at midnight. His eyes were blurred. He looked everywhere for the wine bottle with red eyes, and irritably lifted the newspapers and magazines on the table all over the sky.

”That's enough!” Song Xiaojia came up and grabbed him. ”If you drink like this, you'll die drunk!”

”You... Spread!” Hao Zhi said with a short tongue, but he couldn't hide his anger.

”Do you look like a man? She's dead and you have to live on! You're still young and there are many good girls in the world!”

”Nonsense! I want to drink... Let go!” Hao Zhi tried to withdraw his hand, but song Xiaojia's wrist strength was not something he could break free.

He just felt that his hand seemed to be hit by an iron lock on the concrete wall, motionless. He tried to pull it twice, and was instantly angered. His eyes seemed to stare and bleed. The wine rushed up to his head. He raised his left hand and a bus palm fan came over!

”Pa!” the crisp slap echoed in the room at midnight. Song Xiaojia didn't hide or flash. Her beautiful blond curls flew up and pasted wet on her face. She looked back coldly at Hao Zhi with stubborn provocation in her eyes.

”How dare you hit me?”

Song Xiaojia raised her chin and looked at him. The moonlight outside the window sprinkled on her face, blurring her delicate outline. A pair of smart big eyes glared in the background of the night and twisted two shallow eyebrows.

”I...”

Hao Zhi sobered up a lot in a moment. He didn't expect that he would suddenly slap him. The loud slap in the face was more like hitting him in the face. He was silly and stared at her.

”Sorry, it hurt you...”

After a while, Hao Zhicai reflected and touched her beaten face with his hand. The beaten place was hot and burned his hand.

Song Xiaojia felt that the man's hand caressed her face roughly, with a heavy smell of wine and sweat. Her nose was slightly sour after three days of hard work and grievance.

She stared at him. Hao Zhiguang was wearing a pair of worn jeans. His face was full of fatigue, but his eyes were still bright, with tears of apology.

She painfully reached out to touch his haggard face. Hao Zhi raised her hand to block it and inadvertently held song Xiaojia's hand. The room on summer night was hot and restless, and the slippery sweat was greasy between the palms of the two people. There was a smell of fishy and salty, and her skin was dry, like ceramics exposed to humid air, smooth as water.

Song Xiaojia suddenly withdrew her hand, and the embarrassing atmosphere spread between them.

Her face turned red and slowly approached Hao Zhi, close enough to see her nervous shadow in his black pupils.

The tip of the nose that the two people gradually approached rubbed and hurriedly avoided. Song Xiaojia wanted to say something, but he only sighed