Excuse City is not small, even in the inner city, it has commercial and residential areas.

Of course, those who can live here are absolutely clean in the background, must have a certain status, or have made considerable contributions to move into the inner city. In addition, the headquarters of some important institutions are also set up in Ex City.

The existence of space elevators will attract many merchants and institutions. In order to obtain economic benefits, or to enter space for more convenient experiments, or to earn money from rich people who go to space to travel, they will try their best to enter here, and even if they are not good, they will enter the outer city.

Like Ex City, it was originally just a small city along the coast of Africa, but because of the construction of the Yonghui Zhiyao Space Elevator, it developed to its current level in a very short time.

At this moment, many soldiers of the Glorious Army also came out of their temporary residence.

Apart from a Tianxun bracelet, most of them have no luggage. This is because the Glorious Army will provide everything they need, not need it, and it is not recommended that the recruits bring their own things.

Of course, if you really bring some memorable items, the Glorious Army will not force you to leave it behind, it just needs to be carefully inspected.

"Second brother, let's go buy something, otherwise there will be no shopping opportunities when you get on Mars."

Although Ling An was not very interested, he thought that Hua Ji’s words made sense, so he accompanied him.

Hua Ji and Xiang Qingsong were obviously very concerned about shopping. Although Luo Wen was also very interested, he was usually silent. At this time, he was standing with Ling An and Ye Zixu, silently listening to their exchanges and practice.

"You broke through?" Ye Zixu asked.

"Well, but I almost died. I met an alien race. If the general leader hadn't happened to pass by, I would have died."

Ye Zixu's eyes flashed. How could it be so coincidental that it happened to appear when Ling An was in danger? However, Ling An did not say anything, and he didn't ask much.

"Then what strength are you now?"

"It's just a normal D-level warrior. The limit can exert thirty degrees of energy, and the average is twenty-five degrees."

"Awesome, but I will catch up soon." Ye Zixu smiled faintly.

Ling An sighed that although the seventh master almost killed him and read some of his thoughts and memories, Ling An also became a blessing in disguise and broke through the bottleneck.

No matter how I practiced before, I was stuck at that threshold. If I encountered a life-and-death crisis, I could actually find an opportunity to make a breakthrough.

Is this why there are more powerful people on the battlefield?

If this is the case, does it mean that every time I encounter a bottleneck in the future, I will wander between life and death?

That was too dangerous and not cost-effective. Ling An just wanted to spend the eight-year service period well and then retire safely.

"Second brother, you see this cigarette box, it's a bit exquisite." Hua Ji picked up a cigarette box and was amazed.

"You said you are a local bun, and you don't believe it. Just such a cigarette box, even if the cigarette inside is included, it is only a few hundred federal coins. The cigarette boxes on those nobles are better than this one." Xiang Qingsong disdained that with his family background, he probably used more than this stationery during his school years.

Huaji and Ling An, Luo Wen subconsciously glanced at this guy. The rich people were indeed different.

"This guy is wrong. This cigarette box must be sold with cigarettes, one thousand five per thousand." When the boss saw that the business was coming, he hurried out to entertain him.

"It's true." Hua Ji raised the cigarette box and looked at the price at the bottom.

Xiang Qingsong was a little angry. How could he read it wrong with his eyes? But after taking the cigarette box from Huaji, it was actually 1,500 federal coins.

"This city of Ex is selling too dark. The price is more than twice as expensive as outside. You're not killing us, right?" Xiang Qingsong frowned. He has money, but he doesn't know how to spend money casually, and he is even more unwilling to be slaughtered.

Ling An and Ye Zixu also frowned. The main service targets of this place are the wealthy tourists, their Glorious Army. Has the customers also killed their Glorious Army?

"This guest, you are new recruits from the Glorious Army." The boss looked very smart with a mustache and a small round hat.

"So what? Can you give us a discount?" Hua Ji's eyes lit up.

"Guests, you don't know that the environment on Mars is different from that on Earth. Ordinary cigarette boxes cannot preserve tobacco for a long time. This cigarette box is specially made, and the cigarettes inside are the same. They are specially designed for you soldiers."

"Can you smoke on the battlefield?" Hua Ji looked at the others in confusion.

Ling An and Ye Zixu didn't know it, but Luo Wen whispered:

"It is naturally not accurate during battle, but who has no hobby? As long as it is not during combat, smoking in private will not affect many Glorious Army soldiers will bring some special cigarettes when they return on vacation."

"Even..." Luo Wen said here, there was a rare look of embarrassment. "In the Glorious Army, special smoking products can also be used as currency."

Everyone was speechless.

"Luo Wen, how did you know?" Ling An asked curiously.

"My uncle, he is a soldier of the Glorious Army. Sometimes when he comes home, he will tell me some irrelevant things on Mars. It is also him who attracted me to join the Glorious Army. Unfortunately..." At this point, Luo Wen's eyes were a little dim.

Ye Zixu took photos of Luo Wen. The kid's quality was not bad, but he was just a little sad.

Ling An blinked, why didn't Ling Zhiyuan mention these things to him?

That's right, he doesn't smoke like himself...

Hua Ji was a little moved. He took a cigarette box and looked at it, handing it to Ling An.

"Second brother, do you want one?"

"No, I..." Ling An smiled and was about to refuse, but suddenly his whole body shook. The broken image seemed to be reorganized in front of him and flashed quickly.

...

"Boy, do you have any cigarettes? Mine is finished."

"Damn, you really have one, give me one."

"I want it too!"

"Give me one too!"

"And me!"

One figure after another flashed in front of Ling An. For some reason, Ling An had never seen him before, but he felt that they were very familiar with him.

A sadness surged in my heart, without reason.

This feeling made him want to cry a little.

…

"Second brother, second brother, what's wrong with you?"

Ling An was surprised and looked at the waved hand in front of him in a daze.

"No, nothing, I want one." Ling An quickly picked up the cigarette box.

Hua Ji and Luo Wen didn't care. They just thought Ling An had thought something. Only Ye Zixu noticed something different. He leaned over and whispered:

"Are you crying?"

Ling An was shocked. His auditory hallucinations seemed to be very similar to the dreams he had had before, and General Zhou Yang reminded him not to tell anyone about these things.

"No, there's sand in your eyes." Ling An wiped his eyes and looked relaxed.

"Where are you, do you want to buy one?"

Ye Zixu glanced at Ling An again strangely, and after confirming that nothing was wrong, he picked up a cigarette box.

"Come on, I'll treat you today, I'll pay for your consumption!" Xiang Qingsong said arrogantly.

In the end, due to Xiang Qingsong's face, everyone had to accept his gift "unable to do so".

"The Xiang family is a big family, Qingsong is the legitimate son, and he should be the richest among us." Ye Zixu smiled.

Ling An was not surprised. With Xiang Qingsong's previous temper, he was definitely a spoiled young master. To be honest, he didn't know how General Zhou Yang and the others fell in love with Xiang Qingsong and invited him to join the Glorious Army.

But after spending four years together, they have a deep friendship with each other. Whether it is Ling An or Huaji or Luo Wen, they naturally will not be polite to Xiang Qingsong.

After buying a cigarette case, everyone took a look, but didn't buy anything.

The Glorious Army allowed to bring things, but everything needed to pass the inspection, and Ling An and the others were unwilling to add burden to the inspectors.

I had to board the space elevator at night, and everyone didn't want to be too tired. After strolling, I returned to the resting place.

After returning to his room and taking the cigarette box, Ling An pondered for a long time, trying to regain his previous feelings again and see those scenes.

But no matter how you look at it, even taking out the cigarette, Ling An didn't see any picture.

Ling An had no choice but to forget it, let's put it away first.

After putting away the cigarette box, Ling An began to practice the Zhoutian Art.

After the breakthrough, the practice of Zhou Tianjue also changed.

Before, they guided a stream of energy to run according to the route of Zhoutian Jue. After the breakthrough, Ling An's control of energy was stronger, and he could continuously replenish energy within his own tolerance, so that the energy he was operating could always be maintained at the maximum level that Ling An could control.

This is also more effective for physical tempering.

The sky outside changed, and Ling An was always immersed in cultivation.

The material delivery continued until the evening, and Ling An was also awakened by the rapid sound of the bracelet.

"Is the time here?" Ling An opened his eyes.

Outside the window, many new recruits walked out of the resting place with their own moods, and footsteps also sounded in the corridor.

"Ling An, it's time to leave." Ye Zixu's voice sounded outside the door.

Ling An took a deep breath, flipped off the bed, and opened the door.

Outside the door, Huaji and others were all there.

"I'm just waiting for you. Are you so dedicated to your cultivation?" Ye Zixu seemed to smile.

"Ahem, let's go." Ling An felt a little embarrassed. He was indeed too involved.

The inner city is built around the Yonghui Zhiyao Space Elevator. In front of the space elevator entrance, there is a square enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people. At this moment, all the recruits are rushing to the square.

Every year, how many people do humans have to send to the Martian battlefield?

Looking at the crowded square in front of him, Ling An sighed that there were no less than 20,000 people here, and this was just one-third of the people who were originally going to enter space from the Skylight Space Elevator.

The people here are all teenagers in their twenties. In addition to them, there are many soldiers selected from the defense line to join the Glorious Army every year. What should be?

And how many of these teenagers, known as warriors, can return to Earth? When they come back, will everything change?

Ling An didn't know, and he had no choice.

Engines are about twenty years old and the last carrying age will be at risk. The soldiers drawn from the defense line can only carry the Guardian engine and join the garrison troops, while humans need strong ones.
Chapter completed!