Nine Hundred and Thirty-Four: Fanwai, a Comeback [Mid-Autumn Festival]

Jiang Pengji felt groggy, like rootless duckweed floating in the open sea.

After all, Liu Xi's body is that of an ordinary person, and when he gets old, he will become weak and feeble. This is something Jiang Pengji can't resist.

It seems that Jiang Yan's crying voice can be heard in his ears, as well as the sincere or false shouts of hundreds of officials.

That's all -

Confused, Jiang Pengji only felt infinite regret in her heart, allowing the darkness to engulf her consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, she felt a sense of crisis rushing through her heart, subconsciously jumped away from the attack, and her agility surprised her.

"Jiang Xiaojiu, your skills have regressed by more than one point or two."

who is it?

A strange woman's smiling voice could be heard next to her ear, and Jiang Pengji managed to stabilize her figure.

so dazzling——

The surrounding light was extremely bright and white, which made Jiang Pengji, who was used to the dark, extremely uncomfortable, and even shed physiological tears.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Pengji blurted out, and subconsciously used the interstellar mother tongue that she hadn't used for many years.

The woman was surprised, and there was a thorn in her words, "Tsk tsk, it was just an injury, and you even forgot your old boss?"

old boss?

Jiang Xiaojiu?

Putting two unfamiliar and familiar words together, it seems that if two words are combined into one, it will open up the dusty memory for many years.

It took her a long while to barely adapt to the surrounding light, and she was shocked to find herself in the medical center of the Federal Military District.

He raised his hand and looked at his arm. He was also wearing the blue and white hospital gown of the medical center.

what happened?

She blinked quickly, barely reacting, until a person appeared in front of her eyes.

Seeing the other party's face clearly, Jiang Pengji subconsciously straightened her back, and gave a federal military salute, "See the chief!"

The other party stood in front of her, squinting his eyes slightly, and carefully looked at her face with contemplative eyes.

"There is no problem with mental fluctuations." The other party said leisurely, "Otherwise, based on your performance just now, I would doubt whether your body was maliciously taken over by someone. You have recovered your life from serious injuries, and you have been in a coma for three months. If you don't wake up, I'm afraid the Seventh Legion will be airborne."

The human federation is not harmonious, and there are power struggles among the various legions.

Jiang Pengji belongs to her department, if she can't wake up, who knows if an outsider will be airborne to take over the Seventh Army?

At that time, even if Jiang Pengji had hope to wake up, she might not be able to wake up.

Because there are far more people who don't want her to wake up than those who want her to wake up.

After receiving the news that Jiang Pengji was seriously injured and unconscious, the woman could only hastily interrupt her vacation and temporarily take over the Seventh Army.

"Thank you, old chief."

Jiang Pengji pressed her aching forehead with one hand, the memory in her mind made her unable to distinguish between reality and dream.

That period of life lasted for thirty or forty years, which was already worth the previous years.

After years of absence, Jiang Pengji could only dig out the shallow memory, and recognized the woman in front of her as her old boss.

As for more... She still needs time to dig deeper into her memory.

"No hard work, no hard work, you canceled your sick leave earlier and came back to take charge of the overall situation." The woman leaned on the hospital bed with her arms folded, and she half-closed her eyes and said, "You should also be careful recently, the federal marshal election is approaching, I will trouble you There are quite a few people."

"Marshal election?"

Jiang Pengji was taken aback for a moment, what happened?

Wait - it seems that there is such a thing.

The old chief in front of him retired from the Seventh Legion. He originally wanted to enter the parliament to find a job. Who knew that the old marshal had a genetic disease and would not live long. In order to stabilize the political situation of the Human Federation, a marshal election had to be held temporarily, and the old chief was also on the list.

As her successor, Jiang Pengji naturally belongs to her family.

Because Jiang Pengji was still in her prime, holding the military power in her hands, she was of great importance to the woman in front of her running for marshal.

As long as the marshal election is not settled, the undercurrent of the battle will not come to an end.

After sorting out the relevant memories, Jiang Pengji said, "Don't worry, old chief, I will recover as soon as possible and take up my post again."

Her attitude is too obedient,

Instead, it aroused the suspicion of the woman.

You must know that Jiang Pengji has always been a thorn in the head, and the woman was under pressure to recommend Jiang Pengji, and then pushed her to the position of the commander of the Seventh Army. Even so, Jiang Pengji never restrained herself, and treated her as the old chief indifferently.

What's the matter today?

"It's good that you know." The woman shook her head, her tone relaxed, "Since you've woken up, the pressure we face will be less. There is no rush to return to work, first exercise your skills, so as not to be caught People who were assassinated didn’t know how they died.”

Jiang Pengji felt that her skills had improved, but in the eyes of outsiders, she had regressed by seventy to eighty percent.

With such weak skills, it is not surprising to be assassinated on the street.

The old chief helped Jiang Pengji to stabilize the Seventh Army, buying her time to adapt to the changes.

By the time Jiang Pengji fully recovered to her peak state, more than a month had passed.

When she was discharged from the hospital and returned to the Legion, she had only left for half a year.

For the long-lived interstellar humans, half a year is no different from ten days.

However, Jiang Pengji's change stunned all the officers of the Seventh Army.

Have you ever seen a legion leader who quietly corrects documents?

In the past, it was impossible to find someone to sign, okay? Whether someone signs or not depends on their mood.

Have you ever seen a legion commander who speaks peacefully and does not have thorns?

In the past, when the subordinates saw her, they always avoided her, for fear that the bad things they had done would be exposed by the other party and spread out to become talking points.

Have you ever seen a legion commander who is gentle, tolerant, and majestic?

In the past, subordinates saw her like a mouse seeing a cat.

What happened to make them change so much?

"Could it be love?"

This speculation spread like wildfire, and even reached Jiang Pengji's ears.

Jiang Pengji smiled, "Although the news is not true, but...it's not groundless."

The marshal election is in full swing, and the internal situation of the Federation is becoming more and more serious.

Jiang Pengji was too busy to think, like spinning a top.

By the time the general election came to an end, more than half a year had passed, and the federal military was completely cleaned up.

Fortunately, the old boss passed the test smoothly.

Otherwise, based on the voice of the old boss in the general election alone, the new marshal will not be able to spare the officers of the old boss's department after taking office.

...

"These days, it's like a dream..."

Jiang Pengji blinked, looked at the old boss in the marshal's uniform, and sighed wearily.

The old boss smiled, "Aren't you dreaming?"

Jiang Pengji was stunned for a moment, and the other party said, "You know why your immediate superior handed over the Seventh Army to you in order to retire, so how could she participate in the Marshal election? This dream is full of flaws, I didn't expect you would stay so long."

Jiang Pengji looked into each other's eyes, her lazy expression became dull.

"Then what is this?"

"Old boss" said with a smile, "This is probably your subconscious wish before you died. I hope everything will be perfect."

"Then me?"

"Dead. But you still have a chance, but this is a gamble. If you win, you can be consummated. If you lose, you will have nothing."

"How to bet?"

"A comeback is equivalent to giving you a chance to be resurrected. However, your memory will be sealed. Everything returns to the starting point."

...

"Okay, I bet!"