Christian Chronicles (Complete) - 1

This story, told in the preface

, is a tale of friendship and camaraderie written with blood and sweat by my comrades and myself during the War for Independence, facing a vastly superior and numerically powerful Union army.

Recalling those comrades who lost their lives for their country, and those who were permanently disabled by the war, though the war ended long ago, still brings us painful memories. This applies not only to our side but also to the enemy. Especially the billions of casualties on colonies and on Earth, those killed in the week-long battle and the colony crash.

That was the shared sin of our people, and we cannot shift the blame to the ruling Sabi family who were exercising dictatorial rule, thus absolving ourselves of all responsibility.

Those Confederate soldiers who died at the hands of me and my comrades were not a pile of worthless rotten wood, perhaps to the Confederate leadership. But after fighting to the death with the Confederate soldiers, we can no longer deny that they were flesh and blood, with wives and children, capable of fear, with ambition and backbone—living, breathing human beings.

I hope that after this war that halved the human population, we will not forget how vital peace is to us. Christian Lillis ,

January 3, 2008 ********** ... (XXX has been deleted; criticism of the subject of the biography might affect the book's sales. Editor's note) He talks a good game, but in reality, this book is a history of his premarital infidelity and promiscuity. He falls in love with every woman he sees, having affairs with multiple women. He barely made vows of eternal love to me before he's already moved on to someone else. Not only that, he also writes extensively about his promiscuous sex life in the book. Sigh! What kind of autobiography is this, the King of Crashes (or Ace Pilot)? I think the title should be "My History of Womanizing in the War for Independence." "You... what nonsense are you talking about? Don't insult this just war and the soldiers involved." Christian, unable to bear his wife's blatant tattling, was furious. "War, is it the war in bed with Clason Dessell, Tilly Laschel, or Finney Laschel, and that..." "You...aren't you also having a passionate affair with xxx?" Christian retorted, unable to bear it any longer. As for xxx's name, his wife covered her mouth and couldn't say it. Only some babbling sounds came out. "What? We have a pure Platonic love. Who's as disgusting as you, not only sleeping with them but also writing them all down?" The wife, burning with jealousy, became even more enraged. "You bastard, let me show you what I'm capable of," Christian said. "Come on! Who's afraid of who?" the wife retorted. Since ancient times, heroes and beauties have been forbidden to grow old together. Christian, one of the many heroes who felled the king, and his once pure and lovely wife, though now transformed, were not like this in their youth. Please read a chapter or two more! At least three or four... (The editor, who was writing the preface, felt a pang of shame seeing the office turned into a battleground for the couple. He muttered: Damn it, if it weren't for the death of that Solomon's nightmare and the disappearance of Red Comet, I wouldn't have...) "What do you mean..." The couple, caught up in the midst of their battle, heard the editor's whisper and launched a coordinated attack, plastering the editor on the wall in a way that was a thousand times uglier than a dead cockroach. Chapter One: The Surprise Attack. Sergeant Christian, using the simulated combat cockpit, heard the ship's announcement. "Attention all officers and men, according to the fleet commander's orders, we will arrive at Sector One in three hours. Therefore, in two hours and thirty minutes, the entire ship will enter Level One combat readiness." This announcement was repeated three times. Before the announcement was finished, he turned off the simulator and stepped out of the cockpit. "Level One combat readiness... does that mean war?" He muttered to himself, but the doubt in his tone was less about the content of the announcement and more about the emotional shock of the impending war. "Hey! Is this really going to be war?" "Of course! When have you ever heard of a drill with a level one combat readiness?" "The enemy is the Federation! Ten times the manpower, are they serious?" "Are you scared?" " Who's scared?" "I've been waiting for the chance to teach the Federation a lesson." "We have mobile combatants!" The colleagues around him were making various speculations about the possibility of war and the situation they would face. At this moment, Christian couldn't help but recall that since October 0077, when the Federation announced the use of space fleets for anti-smuggling operations to increase the strength of its economic blockade against Zimbabwe. In February 0078, a series of spaceship disappearances occurred, most likely the result of a secret operation by the Self-Defense Forces. In response, the Self-Defense Forces issued a general mobilization order in October 0078. (Good afternoon, everyone. To those who don't usually read history books, I'm Anna's wife. Let me briefly explain: In the late 0070s, due to space exploration, humanity established numerous colonies on the moon and around Earth. The Principality of Self-Defense was a small colony attempting to break away from and rule over all of humanity, belonging to the Earth Federation. The events mentioned above are generally considered the direct trigger for the war. You've heard of them, no need to go into detail.) Meanwhile, negotiations conducted through District Six, though composed of unofficial personnel, effectively represented government-to-government talks, continued unabated. I had initially thought the Self-Defense Force's series of military actions were intended to increase its bargaining power, but now I realize it was more likely the opposite—diplomatic preparations used to mask military action. No! It should be said that it was exploiting the psychology of ordinary people and the Federal Army, using the Self-Defense Force's actions purely as a means to facilitate negotiations, a form of intimidation, to cover a full-scale attack. Thinking this through, I can conclude that the Self-Defense Force's commander-in-chief, Kilian, must have already made up his mind to go to war. In any case, war is inevitable. The twenty years of peace since the Self-Defense Force's founding are about to end. For Christian, who has been indoctrinated with the Federal threat narrative since childhood through school education and media propaganda, this may be the greatest inner demon he has faced in a decade. Only by breaking the Federation's blockade and gaining recognition for the independence of the Principality of Self-Defense can the Principality of Self-Defense avoid the heavy burden of military expenditures and pressures. Forget about embarking on a path of independent development into space; it will likely collapse sooner or later due to the arms race. For Christian, a soldier who volunteered in his youth, this was something he had long awaited. Three years of rigorous training finally gave him a chance to demonstrate his skills, but could they truly defeat the Federation army? The Space Army alone had five times the strength of the Principality of Self-Defense, and adding the forces on Earth, the enemy had more than ten times the strength—a combined force of the military power of the major Earth powers before the establishment of the Federation, an adversary with a long history. (Haha! My apologies. It's Mrs. Anna again. I apologize for disturbing your reading. But I still need to explain some history. Although the Principality of Self-Protection has been effectively independent for twenty years, the Earth Federation has never acknowledged this fact. In those twenty years, economic sanctions, propaganda and military intimidation, and military exercises have never ceased. Although the two sides are vastly different in strength, the fuse of war has been quietly buried deep within these peaceful years.)

Regardless of victory or defeat, this would undoubtedly be a fierce battle. Could he perform well in the fight? Would he even be able to survive? If he was unlucky and shot down as soon as he attacked, the next two and a half hours might be his last.

Christian wasn't afraid of death, but as a soldier, he always thought he was mentally prepared to die at any moment. Although he couldn't bear to leave his elderly parents, he was completely powerless to do anything about it. He could only believe that if he died in battle, his parents would be treated well by the country.

Then there was Alim, his childhood friend with whom he had played since they were little. Five years ago, she left the Duchy of Self-Protection and returned to the Federation. They had maintained communication for the past few years and had even developed a virtual romance, dating across hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

The so-called "screen lovers" generally refer to two people living far apart who communicate through computers or personal communicators. However, this relationship is limited to the screen; in the real world, they rarely interact and may both already have other partners or even be married.

This situation made him miss Alim especially, but communication was impossible in the military, especially on a warship about to enter combat.

His comrades, like Hans and Jacobson, had repeatedly tempted him to visit prostitutes. But compared to his two adult companions, he was only seventeen, having just turned seventeen a few days prior. He really didn't want to waste his virginity on a prostitute, even though there was little hope with Alim. He still wanted to use his first time on a woman he liked.

Unfortunately, it seems there's no chance now. A stroke of bad luck might mean these are truly the last two and a half hours of his life.

He desperately wanted to see a woman's true self, a woman naked as a newborn. For Anristian, who never had a real girlfriend, although he'd seen adult films, what a woman's genitals actually looked like was always a blur. Those hateful marks were truly agonizing for this young man. And what would a woman's skin feel like? He longed to experience it.

Chief Yoko.

This name flashed through Christian's mind.

Sanada Yoko was the maintenance chief on the ship Christian served on, the Barbenhausen, a 27-year-old divorced Japanese woman.

She's always been very fond of him and takes good care of him. And it seems that Miss Yoko often goes out on her days off to find one-night stands on other ships or in civilian life. Maybe he'll have that chance too, becoming one of her lovers.

He'll… he'll go to Miss Yoko!

Christian, true to his word, immediately headed to Yoko's room.

But he stopped at the door. Normally, Miss Yoko shouldn't be on duty or doing maintenance at this time, but as the person in charge of the entire hangar (to reiterate, the place on a warship where mobile combatants and small communication boats are kept), she might be reassigned due to the impending war. Besides, although they're not strangers, would Miss Yoko, who's like an older sister to him, be willing to have his first time with her?

Christian hesitated at the door for several minutes, not daring to press the doorbell. He mustered his courage several times to press it, but in the end, he gave up because he couldn't bring himself

to do it. Just as he mustered his courage again to press it, the door opened automatically.

"Hey! Christian, did you come to see me?" Yoko, who was about to leave, greeted Christian proactively.

"Oh... um... um... Director Yoko, it seems like war is really about to begin. Don't you have any work to do?"

Christian, feeling guilty, greeted her awkwardly.

"No, not at all! The preparations before the battle can be left to others. My subordinates are usually very well-trained! However, the busiest time will probably be after the battle. If anyone's mech is damaged, there will be a lot of work to do. By the way, you better work hard, kid, and don't get hit." Yoko patted Christian on the shoulder to encourage him.

"Maybe it'll be shot down on its first mission, and won't even need repairs," Christian said dejectedly, increasingly losing confidence.

"Don't be so discouraged! Come into my room and let me comfort you." Could it be that Miss Yoko also had such thoughts? Tempted, Christian followed Yoko into her room with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Yoko easily sat on the bed, the bounce almost lifting her off her feet, but she easily hooked her feet back onto the bed and sat down again.

Today, Yoko wore her hair in a ponytail, making her appear even younger than her actual age. The close-fitting military uniform accentuated her curves, radiating feminine charm.

"So, what troubles you're having that you want to talk to 'Big Sister' about?" Miss Yoko said with a smile.

It seemed that Director Yoko only thought he had troubles to discuss with her, but Christian couldn't bring himself to say he wanted to experience the pleasures of a woman.

"It's okay, just say it," Yoko said, leaning against him.

Yoko had always been weak against young men and enjoyed playing with them and helping them solve their problems. Sometimes, she would even accept them as her lovers if they crossed her line. Today, she had originally wanted to relax before the battle began, but seeing the cute young man in trouble, she couldn't ignore him.

"It's like this, I've always wanted to...do it with someone I like...but right now, the only person I like is my childhood friend from my on-screen romance. She's on Earth, so we can't meet. And I don't have a real lover myself. So...so..." The

thought of wanting to use Yoko as his first love because he didn't have a girlfriend was truly unbearable to say. The idea of using Yoko as a substitute for a girlfriend, because he didn't want to waste his virginity on a prostitute, felt incredibly insulting to her. Christian didn't know what to say, especially since Yoko had always been very caring towards him. But to treat her as an object of desire was simply too rude.

"So you're saying you regret not going to find women because of Hans and Jacobson? Don't be like that! It's a good idea for a young man to want to give his first time to someone he likes. It's rare to see someone so virtuous; you're still young! For the sake of your future lover, work hard to find a real girl!"

Yoko said cheerfully, like an older sister. Sure enough, young men always worry about these kinds of things.

"Those two scumbags, Hans and Jacobson, how...how could they tell you something like that?" Christian said angrily, trying to explain to his friend that he didn't want to find women. What if Yoko thought he wasn't unwilling but just lacked the courage? Besides, how could he casually tell people he was a virgin, even though it's normal for his age?

"Hey! Don't blame them, I overheard them trying to lure you into seeing women!" Yoko quickly explained to him.

"Oh... but I might never have the chance to see a woman! I might even die at the hands of the Federation the moment I make a move." Christian became anxious at this thought, and the more worried he became, the less confident he felt.

"Don't be like that! You have to believe in the results of your hard work, you'll definitely come back alive." Yoko patted her chest to reassure him.

"Can you give me a chance?" Christian lowered his head and said very softly.

"A chance?" Yoko asked him in confusion.

"A chance... to meet women?" Christian turned his face away shyly and said softly.

"Meet... ah..." So that's what it was, they wanted to make me their first opponent.

Thinking of this, Yoko couldn't help but blush and her heart race. She was already twenty-six years old (Christian's wife added with a face full of jealousy: "She was clearly twenty-seven years old at the time, ten years older than Christian. This old cow eating young grass, really... really shameless!"), she never thought she was still so charming.

The fact that a handsome young man had taken the initiative to approach her made her feel incredibly honored and fortunate. However, she felt it was only a choice made out of a lack of girlfriends, which was ultimately a bit of a letdown. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but want to tease the young man a little.

"I understand what Christian means. Ultimately..."

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