Chapter 1812: Waiting
In a starport of the Dragon Star Empire.
A group of people stood respectfully not far away, not daring to take a single step forward.
Because there was another person standing in front of them.
He kept staring at the Starport berths that had been vacated long ago in the distance.
Behind him was a squad of personal guards, whose eyes were fixed on them.
Although they all held important positions in {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} the Dragon Star Empire, they dared not make any rash moves, because if they did anything out of line, they would likely face a thorough investigation.
Even their ancestors for eighteen generations might be dug up.
Because the person in the distance was none other than Emperor Xiaolong.
At this moment, the Emperor of the Dragon stood there like a family member waiting for a traveler to return from afar.
"Your Majesty, why don't you go back and wait?"
"We'll contact you immediately if we get any news." A brigadier general beside him cautiously looked at His Majesty the Dragon Emperor.
Emperor Xiaolong glanced at the deep universe, then said, "The information we received earlier was that it would arrive before noon today, right?"
"Yes.
"At the latest... no later than 3 p.m.," the brigadier general replied.
"It's okay, I've canceled all my schedules for today."
"I'll wait here." Emperor Xiaolong said, looking around.
It was only then that the brigadier general realized that he hadn't prepared a chair for the JF-17 Emperor.
He immediately ordered people to prepare.
But when the chair was brought over, Emperor Xiaolong sat down directly on the ground.
"Your Majesty, this chair..." the brigadier general said hurriedly.
"It's alright, we're already seated."
"That's settled then." Emperor Xiaolong waved his hand.
Upon seeing this, the brigadier general immediately sat down on the ground as well.
With His Majesty the Emperor sitting on the ground, how could she dare to continue standing?
"How old are you this year?" Emperor Xiaolong asked the brigadier general beside him, and started chatting with him.
“Thirty-six,” the brigadier general replied.
Thirty-six?
How many years have you been with the JF-17 Thunder?
"I've been with JF-17 for seven years now."
Seven years, that's a long time.
You're now a brigadier general, which means you've performed quite well over the past seven years.
"Why would you willingly step down and take on the role of the head of such a starport?" Emperor Xiaolong looked at the brigadier general in charge of the starport with curiosity.
Those in the military who had any hope of staying in the army wished they could remain there.
Very few are willing to step down to a secondary role.
"Maybe it's because I don't have any big ambitions."
My family sent me to the JF-17 Thunder fighter jet, which was recruiting crew members, just so I could make a living.
Back then, I didn't know anything, but because I was tall and ate a lot, they all called me "teacher."
When I was in military school, I studied everything the teachers taught diligently.
He gradually rose to become a ship captain, and then a fleet commander.
Actually... I am dissatisfied with Your Majesty.
My dream has never been to fight on the battlefield.
What I really wish for is to stay in one place and quietly watch the stars change every day.
After get off work, I can go out for a drink and play some games; that would make me content.
But as you know, the conditions for withdrawal from our JF-17 fleet are very strict, especially in the early years. Basically, withdrawal was only allowed due to reasons such as the aftereffects of death.
Few people are willing to step down from their positions.
It wasn't until later, when our Xiaolong Interstellar Empire entered an era of rapid infrastructure development, that a group of officers were allowed to retire to the second line.
"That's when I retired," the brigadier general said sheepishly.