Chapter 785: Touch and separate

Soon, the soldier whose thigh had been pierced walked over, leaning on a crutch and supported by his comrade. He saw that Admiral Miles's nephew was also here, and his scalp felt a bit numb.

In that situation, whether it was him or Karl, in reality, neither had a "way out."

In front was a cliff, and behind was also a cliff.

If you jump forward, people will give a thumbs up and call out "well done," but if you fall backward, people will only mock you.

Actually, this kind of situation happens almost frequently in people's lives, such as boyfriends and girlfriends arguing and saying they are breaking up, saying no one should contact anyone.

Even if they still have feelings for each other and still love each other, they are both holding their breath and are unwilling to bow their heads first.

Even if they stop and look back after walking a long way forward, they will find it is already too late.

It is just like this moment.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the three soldiers were very regretful. Once a gun was used, even if Karl was to be punished, their days wouldn't be good either.

The military is a dictatorial, unreasonable place. If they think you are wrong, you are wrong.

Forcing those girls to do things they didn't want to do while relaxing, and also using a gun, and also—damn it—getting injured!

This is typically unforgivable!

Karl was also regretful. He clearly could have solved it in other ways, but he used the stupidest method.

Once a mistake is made, it is almost impossible to go back.

So when the three soldiers came over, their expressions were somewhat uncontrollable. They looked full of remorse and fear. These emotions were piled up on their faces, looking incredibly stupid!

Lansi walked to the injured soldier and glanced at his leg: "Is the injury very serious?"

The soldiers who dared to wantonly humiliate him in front of Karl were more docile in front of Lansi than the girls they tried to assault!

"No... I mean, yes, the bullet pierced my thigh, and I had a piece of flesh shaved off."

The bullet tumbled in his thigh for a moment. Although the time was very short, the wound caused was not light.

The doctor used scissors and a knife to cut off some of the completely minced flesh before suturing it.

After the stitches were removed, his thigh would be thick on one side and thin on the other, but for him, it might not be a bad thing. At least when a landing battle is needed, people won't need him to hold a gun and charge in the first position.

Lansi nodded slightly: "I will compensate you with a sum of money." He paused, thought, and directly took out his checkbook, signed a check for 8,000 dollars, and handed it to him.

He looked at the huge number on it, somewhat at a loss, and then looked at the major beside him.

The major didn't know what Lansi was going to do, but seeing that he had made a concession, he nodded slightly, letting the soldier accept the check.

They only noticed that this was an astonishing wealth, but no one noticed that this was the same as the basic pension of the Federation military at present.

"You all have it too!" Lansi gave the other two a check each. Their faces blossomed with joy. Being able to get 8,000 dollars without getting injured—this was too lucky!

It was all thanks to the brother's blessing. I hope he can get shot a few more times next time.

The two very politely said "Thank you, Mr. Lansi." Then Lansi put away the checkbook. Immediately after, his face changed, signaling the colonel to give him his sidearm.

The colonel hesitated for a moment before handing his sidearm to Lansi. Lansi turned off the safety and, expressionless, fired three shots at Karl's thigh.

Everyone in the room was stunned. The soldiers outside also rushed in with guns, but the major raised his hand to signal them to leave.

Karl bit his lip hard, and except for a muffled groan, he didn't let out a scream.

His forehead was full of sweat, his hands were clenched tightly, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

Blood flowed down his trouser legs, and one could see the bloodstains constantly spreading downward.

Lansi turned on the safety of the pistol and returned it to the colonel.

He turned to look at the three again: "Are you satisfied with this punishment?"

"He fired one shot, and I shot him three times. If you are not satisfied, I can shoot him a few more times."

Lansi's appearance looked very serious, but after being serious, the three soldiers felt a kind of biting coldness.

It was like small knives stabbing into their bodies.

This made the three of them lighten their breathing and not dare to look into Lansi's eyes.

Moreover, they had just received money from others, and now Karl had been punished. Whether it was face or substance, they already had it.

If they were still unappreciative and didn't recognize the current situation, that would be asking for trouble for themselves.

Actually, they had already asked for trouble. At this moment, only the colonel vaguely understood some things.

This money could be said to be compensation, or it could be said not to be compensation; this was money to buy a life.

The three shook their heads repeatedly, indicating that it was enough. They forgave Karl and even admitted that they were actually wrong in this matter and were willing to apologize to Karl for it.

Karl just gritted his teeth and looked up at the three of them. He just looked at them once and then lowered his head. He was afraid that the three of them, or other officers, would see the hatred in his eyes.

He still didn't know how to hide his emotions well. If it were Mr. Lansi, he would definitely be able to hide his emotions completely. He needed to continue learning from Lansi.

Regardless of what Karl was thinking at this moment, Lansi was somewhat satisfied. At least they were performing according to a script they hadn't seen before.

Lansi nodded slightly, then looked at the colonel: "Then I will take my people and leave first. Help me apologize to Admiral Miles. If this idiot isn't sent to the hospital, his life won't be saved."

The colonel was silent for a while before squeezing out some smiles: "Do you need me to drive you?"

Military vehicles also have privileges in the city; they can run red lights and drive recklessly, but obviously, Lansi's car could also do this.

He smiled and said: "Thank you, but no need. My car is faster!" Then he had people carry Karl out of the room.

The colonel sent them to the door, watched them leave, turned his head, and glanced at the three soldiers, his face turning cold.

He looked at the military police standing by the door: "Handle it according to military regulations."

After he finished speaking, he returned directly to Admiral Miles's office and recounted everything that happened outside, including Lansi firing three shots at Karl himself.

Admiral Miles frowned as he listened to his nephew narrate these things. He stared at the military port outside the window for a while.

His nephew, the major, waited for a while before asking: "Do you need to ease the relationship with Lansi?"

The Admiral turned his head to look at him: "How do you plan to ease it?"

"Find a reason to kick those three idiots out and let him finish them off?"

"Or you or someone else brings gifts to his door and tells him this was all a misunderstanding, and then ignore his subsequent assassinations or open killings?"

"Or are you saying that I, a naval admiral, also need to look at his face?"

The major smiled bitterly and said softly: "I don't think it's that bad."

The Admiral stood up and walked to the window, pushing it open.

It was directly facing the distant port and playground.

The densely packed soldiers on the playground were training in the scorching sun. Their chants and military songs could be heard even standing here.

Looking from afar, it was a dark mass of people. These people added up to at least seven or eight thousand. He watched for a while, turned around, and the warships and soldiers outside became the best proof to set off the weight of his shoulder straps!

"He is just a gang leader. If he can keep bringing us profits, we are good friends."

"But if he wants to do something he shouldn't do, we are not friends."

"There are plenty of people in this world willing to be friends with us, understand?"

The major nodded, but he also had many questions now: "If Lansi really takes action against those three soldiers, what should we do?"

The Admiral glared at him. If this weren't his nephew, he would let this bastard go scrub the deck now!

"Don't let those three idiots go out. As long as they go out, Lansi will definitely take action."

The Admiral returned to the side of the chair and sat down heavily. He took out his pipe, tapped it on the edge of the table, filled it with new tobacco, pressed it down, and then lit it.

"So not letting them go out is the best solution."

The major asked again: "If they go out and are finished off, should we do something to Lansi?"

The Admiral shook his head: "He has the protection of members of Congress, and his influence is not small. Even if he really did it, it can only be like this."

"Without evidence, we can't do anything."

This is the most troublesome place after having influence and status.

If Lansi were a small character, that kind of small character like dust, he wouldn't need any hesitation to finish off Lansi.

But now he needs to consider the thoughts of Congress, the thoughts of the local mayor, the governor, and those people.

He also needs to consider whether it will cause bigger unnecessary trouble, such as whether Imperial immigrant soldiers and Slader immigrant soldiers will mutiny.

He has too many things to consider. It can only be said that if Lansi really did it, then he did it, and the friendship between the two sides is about over.

Unless there is further interest pushing them to become friends again.

Actually, this matter wouldn't have developed like this originally. As long as the Admiral took half a step back and handed Karl directly to Lansi, this matter would have ended.

But his meaning between the lines was that he wanted to get Karl killed in the naval base. How could Lansi let him do that?

Everyone has a reason to stand up for their subordinates. Since neither is willing to "let go," they can only be tit-for-tat.

Actually, in the final analysis, it's still that Lansi cannot be valued by Admiral Miles; he didn't take Lansi seriously.

If it were someone else, a governor, or someone in Congress, or even someone in the Department of Defense, that would be another matter.

He glanced sideways at his nephew: "Remember, don't let those three idiots go out. This rotation, send them to the front line."

"I would rather they die on the front line and be able to be draped in the national flag when they come back."

"I don't hope they die in some stinking ditch. These damn sons of bitches, they just keep causing me trouble!"

The major also sighed: "The work building side..."

"Everything as usual, let the military police go patrol."

This matter seems to only be able to be like this.

Sitting in the car leaving the military area, Lansi looked at Karl, who was doing simple hemostasis. He lit a cigarette himself, took a puff, and handed it over: "Do you hate me?"

Karl took the cigarette, took a puff, and shook his head: "Don't hate."

Lansi raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Why?"

Karl took another deep puff. The feeling of thick smoke filling his lungs gave him a kind of fulfilling satisfaction. While exhaling the smoke, he said: "If I didn't leave there, I might have died there."

Lansi smiled and nodded: "You are not a fool, Karl."

"Compared to your friend, you are undoubtedly much smarter!"

Lansi was talking about Boni. Boni is a typical romantic idealist. He always feels that the world is beautiful, people should do good things, and is unwilling to do bad things.

But he doesn't understand, if there is no black in this world, how do people know what is white?

Karl is much more realistic, much more realistic. No romance, no ideals, just wanting to live better.

He helped that girl partly because he couldn't stand the way those soldiers acted, but also partly because he knew Lansi didn't like this, even if these girls did this work here.

Karl smiled, his face a bit pale, his lips having lost their blood color.

It seemed that being praised by Lansi was something that made him very happy.

The hospital wasn't too far from here, a ten-minute journey.

Vehicles driving on the roads of New Jincheng, when they saw Lansi's motorcade, would take the initiative to move to the side, letting Lansi's motorcade go first.

Actually, there had never been any news of Lansi bullying ordinary people, but people still had some awe.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor soon performed surgery on Karl. Thanks to his thin build, Lansi fired the gun almost against him. The bullet went straight through his thigh and didn't hit the bone.

A piece of flesh on his thigh also had to be dug out. It looked the same as that soldier's. After it heals, there will be a depression, and walking might be affected a little.

But compared to losing his life, this was already the lightest price.

Lansi didn't wait for Karl's surgery to end because he knew these surgeries weren't dangerous, so he returned directly to the company.

Today, Admiral Miles's approach made him very unhappy.

He gave a lot of money and fed him full, but on these issues, what he considered first was still himself.

It can only be said that for Admiral Miles, Lansi is currently someone who needs to be looked at straight, but not someone who makes him respect him.

Lansi's weight is still a bit light.

"What do you plan to do?" After returning to the company, Ervin asked actively.

Lansi curled his lips: "They have already taken the money, so they should pay the price for this money."

Ervin was slightly worried: "Then the Admiral's side?"

Lansi thought for a while: "He had better endure it."

He didn't take Admiral Miles seriously at all: "Anything can happen on the battlefield. Who knows if a month later he will be 'Admiral Miles, the pride of the Federation,' or 'Admiral Miles, the sinner of the Federation'?"

When saying this sentence, Lansi didn't have any reluctance. Ervin also felt a moment of shock, but when he looked at Lansi's calm gaze, as if he could indeed do it, he soon became calm, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"I hope he doesn't do anything stupid!" he said.

Lansi smiled and pointed at him: "You have also become smarter!"

In this era without radar, where everything depends on eyesight, intelligence and news are particularly important!

The movie "The Raid on New Jincheng" wasn't just for filming a movie; it was more to realize Lansi's own ideas. But at the same time, it wasn't necessarily not pointing out a path for the Dantela people.

Rather than being crushed back and forth by millions of Federation troops on the ground battlefield and losing to the number of people and shells, it is better to open up another battlefield and pull the Federation army's attention away from the main battlefield.

Once the naval battle begins, New Jincheng will be half a front line, and the real front line is actually still surrounding Xiang Yalan, which is the main battlefield for the navy.

Lansi only needs to find a way to send some news out to destroy the navy of Admiral Miles's line, and he believes that Congress will secretly laugh.

Not only will they remove the big mountain of Admiral Miles's line within the military, but they can also deepen and strengthen the Federation's idea of a "great decisive battle." Even if they feel something is wrong, they will pretend not to know.

It's just that Lansi couldn't tell Ervin or anyone else about these things; he could only bury them in his heart. As long as Admiral Miles crosses the line, he will definitely find an opportunity to clean him up.

Lansi paused for a while: "We still have some friends in the navy. Check the identity information of these three people and find a way to force them to go home."

Hiding in the naval base, Lansi can't do anything to them.

But if they want to ask for leave to go home, then there is a suitable way.

This matter soon spread among the refugee group, including the things Karl did, all of which spread.

Many Sladers spontaneously went to the hospital entrance to pray for Karl. It seemed someone said he was about to die or something. In short, under the processing of the emotional fluctuations of the masses, God had already taken half of him away.

There were also some people who came to Lansi's side. They didn't dare to gather, but they took turns coming outside Lansi's company and bowing and saluting toward the company.

For the Sladers who are currently at the bottom of the Federation's contempt chain, someone being able to speak for them and preside over justice for them is obviously regarded by them as a pillar of the future!

The poor performance of Slader in the war made the citizens within the Federation believe even more that Slader people are not "excellent races," so their status has dropped again and again.

Federation people are just so realistic; they know too well how to find a sense of superiority from others.

This matter seems to have ended here, but in reality, this is absolutely not just the end, but precisely just the beginning!

Karl soon came out of the hospital and then came to Lansi's office. He kowtowed to Lansi because Lansi truly saved his life in a real sense.

He is calm now, has become rational, and the more he thinks, the more afraid he is.

If he had really been left in the military camp by Lansi, he might have been thrown into the sea by them now.

The grace of saving a life can never be repaid in a lifetime!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 786 =====