Marshal's Cannon Fodder Spouse (Transmigration)

Chapter 111

     After Meng Jinhuai finished speaking, the place became quiet again. Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai both knew that this topic was too heavy, and the meaning behind it was too great. But now … it was obviously not a good time to talk about it.

In his previous life, Duan Hengye was a true otaku, an otaku who loved to read novels. Duan Hengye was not picky when it came to reading novels. He read all kinds of novels, and the quality of the novels varied from good to bad. The background and life experiences of the novel's protagonists were also very strange.

For example, Meng Jinhuai's background did not seem to be anything special in the novel. But when he got to know this person in real life, when this person's image changed from a simple two-dimensional image on paper to a three-dimensional, living person like this … Duan Hengye now knew — — just how cruel and terrible the description of this person's background in the original novel was.

As a Marshal, a person who had personally experienced the war, Meng Jinhuai shouldered more responsibilities and pressure than he did. Duan Hengye had heard the phrase "a general builds on ten thousand withered bones" many times, but now he finally understood that this phrase was not as simple as a poem.

For Duan Hengye, the cruelest part of reality was — — the "ten thousand withered bones" in the poem was not just a representation of nothingness, but a representation of the people he had personally seen in real life.

It was also conceivable that Meng Jinhuai was used to seeing more life and death parting, so this sentence and every victory would only mean more to him.

Duan Hengye still had not come out of his emotions. After all, this matter was too heavy. But with Meng Jinhuai's company, he seemed to have inexplicably gained some strength. At this time, it was obviously not a wise choice to complain about the work he had done in the past. The only thing Duan Hengye could do now was to record every cost of the war and then use his ability to stop the war.

Noticing that Duan Hengye's mood was gradually recovering, Meng Jinhuai gently patted him on the shoulder and said, "Alright, don't think too much for the next few days. The empire is in a special situation right now, and you have a very important mission. Rest more if you have the time. "

"Okay." Duan Hengye gently sniffed and then secretly made up his mind.

Before joining this war, Duan Hengye had already made plans for his future work — that was, to continue his research on top-level mecha, and to create even more perfect mass-produced mecha. But now, after this incident, Duan Hangye felt that he should slightly change the goal of the next stage of his research. What he wanted to do was not only to improve the mecha's attack power, but also to create more human-like mecha and pay attention to the pilot of each mecha to reduce the cost of the war.

Of course, Meng Jinhuai did not know what Duan Hengye was thinking. He only sensed that Duan Hengye's mood had improved quite a bit. Now that the war had just begun, Meng Jinhuai's work was also very busy. After seeing Duan Hengye, he returned to his office. After Meng Jinhuai left, Duan Hengye once again turned on his optical supercomputer and began to continue his research in his field of expertise.

Duan Hengye was not a person who would be easily defeated by reality. He thought that since things had already happened, then he had to use this experience as a lesson to make sure that not a single drop of the empire's blood was spilled in vain.

After living on the starship, because the change of day and night could not be seen with the naked eye, the flow of time gradually became irregular.

Sometimes, it was obvious that a long time had passed, but Duan Hengye always felt that it was just a few short hours. Sometimes, it was just a few short minutes, but it felt like an eternity.