I’ve Got this Cannon Fodder’s Back

89: 89 89: 89 The Marshal, alone and trapped in a tidal wave of ice-armored beasts, had made it back to the empire.

He was constantly on alert, after a series of intelligence failures and communication breakdowns.

The sight of the scarred, fierce, sinister pure black mecha appearing in the gloomy sky awoke the entire empire from their despair to wild ecstasy.

A day earlier, the government had issued a warning of the highest level that a significant wave of ice-armored beasts was about to invade, making it the deadliest crisis the empire had faced in three hundred years.

Along with the warning was an additional announcement that the marshal had gone out to investigate the situation and was currently missing due to an intelligence error.

The emperor was enraged and the officer who had provided the wrong information was relieved from his post.

However, it was nowhere enough to quell the unrest in the army and the people that were already in a state of panic.

Ice-armored beasts were resistant to the cold, and their skills were icy in nature.

Their bodies were impenetrable, covered in armor except for their soft bellies.

They could easily withstand close-range blasts from super-particle cannons.

In addition to their fast reflexes, they often moved in packs, making them one of the most frightening beasts to behold.

The last time a small wave of ice-armored beasts hit, half of the military was lost.

The marshal was also badly wounded and in a coma for a week before finally regaining consciousness.

This time, the scale was so great that tickets for interstellar flights were all sold out in a flash.

Those who could not afford to flee the planet spent the night anxiously and in a state of endless despair.

–But just then, the vanished marshal had returned.

Not only did they come back, they even took an irresistibly strong stance, firmly protecting the airspace in the direction where the beasts might come.

The black mecha, which in the past could easily make a child cry, had now become the hope of countless people.

People poured into the streets in a frenzy, jumping and cheering, trying their best to show their marshal their eager anticipation below.

Gu Gui stood in front of the observation window.

Such panic is actually rather over the top – although the ice-armored beasts were tough opponents, they were not without their weaknesses and also didn’t make underground hideouts.

As long as they took shelter in advance, they would only suffer heavy losses from the wave of beasts, but not to the point of extinction.

It was as if someone had deliberately instigated it.

First by putting him in danger with false information, and then announcing the crisis to the army and the people.

As for the damage received by the population, the number of casualties, and the cost of the war, none of them were counted.

That’s why he seriously didn’t like politics.

Gu Gui turned around and opened his arms toward his wife, who had woken up.

The coldness on his face instantly melted into a mellow warmth.

“Did you sleep well?” Lu Chiqiu raised his eyebrows and ran over to the marshal with quick steps, jumping into his open arms and resting his forehead against his neck.

Despite the urgency of the situation, Gu Gui couldn’t help but smile, kiss his hair and place him in the special safety seat.

Rubbing his forehead warmly against him.

“Have you really thought about it and must follow me?” Lu Chiqiu’s eyes lit up, curled his lips, and raised his arms to hug him.

“I’ve thought about it.

If you don’t let me follow you, I’ll make a scene.” This was something the First Commander had secretly taught him before he was kicked back into the silver mecha.

He told him and had sworn that the marshal was most afraid of this and that if it didn’t work, he should waggle his tongue furiously at the marshal.

The last few words had been forcibly silenced by the system, which he vaguely guessed the content only by looking at his mouth.

He also wasn’t sure what exactly did that mean.

When he saw his little wife talking seriously about making a scene, Gu Gui could not help but chuckle softly.

He hugged him and pressed himself against his cheek and was about to say something, but suddenly, he looked out the window instinctively.

The black tide of ice-armored beasts was already faintly visible at the edge of the clouds.

With a renewed sense of purpose, the army was instantly invigorated, sweeping away the previous momentum and bursting into a fiercer surge of fighting spirit.

The people were quickly moved into the shelters and the army commanders stood by, ready to fight at any moment.

More than twenty mechas rose into the air, stopping at the first line of battle, and the legions took their places under the marshal’s thundering orders, the pitch-black cannon muzzles raised up like a forest.

The black mecha, with its scars, stood proudly and silently at the front, holding everyone back.

The tide of beasts roared, overwhelming the sky.

The fierce battle continued all day and all night.

They fought at the edge of the interplanetary.

The ice-armored beasts failed to take advantage of the battle and had already begun to retreat.

There were many more habitable areas in the universe to grab, and even if this one was abandoned, there were still plenty of alternative planets.

For the ice-armored beasts that were at the top of the food chain, they didn’t have to die in the path that this solid black behemoth insisted on blocking.

Not to mention the bloodthirsty vines with their vicious mouths that scared the beasts to death.

But this planet was indeed closeby, seemingly habitable, with the perfect temperature and abundant food resources… The leader of the ice armored beasts contemplated, struggling to decide where to lead the army forward.

Suddenly, he was alerted by the roaming shadows overhead.

The ice-armored beast leader subconsciously looked up as a hideous, bloody maw rained down with a shower of blades and waved its blood-stained, razor-sharp blades at it in a friendly manner.

“Ow ow woooooooooooooooooooooooooo-!” The ice-armored beast leader had tears flying from his eyes as his form shot abruptly away, taking the entire pack with him as he took the lead and disappeared in a flash into the vast expanse of the sky.

The twenty or so army chiefs who had been fighting to the death, ready to fight with their backs to the wall, hesitantly stopped their hands from controlling their mechas.

In the past battles, there was indeed a very low probability of encountering such a situation – the intelligence level of the foe was much lower than that of humans, and occasionally they would be attracted by other factors and suddenly quit the battle.

Studies have been done on this, and it may be due to the call of their kind, they may have found prey that suits their tastes best, or they may have suddenly changed their minds and intend to grab a better habitat.

Whichever it was, it was a fortunate turn of events for humans who were relatively disadvantaged among the creatures of the universe and just wanted to hold on to their homes.

The crisis subsided and the panic dissipated.

Although the hasty defense still caused considerable damage, and the casualties from the rampaging beast wave were horrendous, for the troops and the people, the result was far better than the destruction of their homes.

The triumphant return of the mechas was, of course, greeted by the Emperor himself.

Although they managed to survive unscathed, it was clear in the hearts of the people that if the marshal had not returned in time, they would probably not have been able to survive even to this day.

The tide of beasts would have completely overrun their planet before they changed their minds and withdrew.

When they thought of their earlier questioning of the marshal’s identity, a number of them could not help but feel intensely guilty.

When something is solidly guarded and maintained for too long, its own existence fades into oblivion.

Everything seemed to become habitual and began to be gradually swayed by rumors and agitation.

Discontent, questioning, resistance, self-destruction – this was what often happened in history.

But when this guardian did come close to disappearing for a time, and a crisis of terminal proportions ensued, the need for it was remembered anew.

Whether the marshal is an alpha or not become less important than that necessity.

And how could the marshal not be an alpha seeing how much he loved the purebred omega that the Emperor had given him in marriage?

He held him in his arms every day, bought a new house for him, and carried him with him to battle… You take him with you to…?

A weak and delicate omega cannot withstand the intense pressure of a mecha, let alone the intensity of such a battle.

His body would collapse on the spot due to the impact, or even die outright.

The people suddenly realized where the discrepancy was coming from and looked at each other for a long time.

All eyes focused in astonishment on the omega that the marshal had carried home as if he didn’t have his legs to use.

By all accounts, he was a standard-looking omega, with soft features and eyes, a thin waist and small back, soft and quiet, docile, wrapped in the marshal’s cool aura, nothing special at first glance, except that he was eye candy.

His hands were firmly wrapped around the marshal’s shoulders and neck.

Although he did not show his face, it was clear that he was in good health, unaffected by the mecha or the battle, and was whispering to the marshal in good spirits.

The Marshal disembarked from his mecha and took two steps before stopping.

Amidst countless looks of either excited eagerness or malicious scorn, he patiently lowered his head and accompanied his young wife.

The flying camera with great artificial intelligence approached, providing a clear side-by-side view of the two, and even the conversation between the two came faintly and intermittently from the live broadcast of the welcome.

“The penalty is heavy—” “You have a good memory…dangerous.

Just stay inside for a day.

I’ll give you access to the starnet, and air conditioning at twenty-two degrees.

You can cover yourself with a quilt and drink hot milk—” “But the little bird—” “I will let you feed it.

Let’s go buy Starlight Forest cake later, buy three pieces.

I’m not working tomorrow, I’ll stay with you in the little dark room—” The screen of the flying camera, which was wary, instantly went black as it slammed into the head of the marshal, and the picture was interrupted.

The people who were watching: …

The marshal must be an alpha for sure.

A beacon kind of thing.

The little argument ended with the marshal giving his wife a peck on the face publicly.

The flying camera that had inexplicably attacked the marshal was captured, unplugged, and thrown into the storage, and was replaced by a proper and honest camera to continue the broadcast.

The Marshal, with his young wife in tow, greeted the emperor with a glowing gaze, and the people cheered as the Imperial forces once again succeeded in protecting the planet and their homes.

…

However, the atmosphere in the military headquarters was far less cheerful and warm compared to the outside.

“We have received an anonymous tip-off, Your Excellency the Marshal.

Your wife crushed a desk in your office with his bare hands and coerced your subordinates into activating their mechas without a transfer order, nearly causing great confusion and panic, with severe repercussions.” The Minister of Supervision looked cold, his stern gaze falling on the young omega who had just been carried back by Gu Gui.

“We have reasonable suspicions concerning his true identity and it is necessary to take him away for investigation.

We hope you will cooperate.” Lu Deng had long expected this so he wasn’t surprised.

Pursing his lips, he braced himself to follow the guards out, only to be stopped by arms that suddenly tightened him back into his embrace behind him.

“That’s the table given by the logistics department.

Because it was shoddy, it broke when it was pressed.

What does that have to do with my wife?” Gu Gui raised his eyebrows in disbelief and smoothly cracked another table.

He took both of Lu Chiqiu’s hands and examined them carefully, confirming that there were no injuries before he was reassured, but still held them to his lips and blew on them carefully.

“When you broke it, did it hurt?” Lu Deng was stunned and looked up to meet his gaze, but was gently wrapped in the deep light of his pupils, drowning in the abyss.

The tip of his heart softly rippled.

He pursed his lips, his eyebrows curved as he shook his head briskly.

The bright light shone through the quiet warmth, and as his young wife’s smile blossomed unabashedly, the smile in Gu Gui’s eyes intensified as he flexed his finger and nudged the tip of his nose.

“As for the matter of the First Commander, it was because he was too negligent in training that he was coerced.

I have put him in confinement and made him reflect on it.” “Your Excellency the Marshal!” The Minister of Supervision didn’t dare to fight him openly and gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

“I hope you realize the seriousness and severity of this matter!

He may not be an omega at all, he–” “He is my wife, whether he is or is not an omega, do I really need you to tell me?” The fierce giant eagle instantly pressed the Minister of Supervision to the ground and held him firmly in its sharp claws.

“No one has stipulated that only alpha can stand and live!

I won’t fight with you now.

It doesn’t matter how you criticize me or how you secretly trip me up, but to get your ideas on him, I don’t mind giving all you alphas, once and all, a taste of what it’s like to be an omega–” There was a cold flash under his eyes, and his murderous aura spread forth.

“Understand?” The Minister of Supervision was firmly held down by the sharp eagle claws, not daring to speak again at all, his whole body shaking with fear.

Gu Gui dropped his gaze and picked his wife up.

He had just stood up only to be blocked again by a figure outside the door.

“Your Majesty, I hope you’re not here to talk about this too.” He just wanted to go home with his little wife in peace to their quiet and little dark house.

He really didn’t know why it was so so difficult.

He hugged his little wife in his arms and looked at the emperor in front of him, furrowing his brows and eyeing him with dismay: “It’s after working hours, I’m going home.” “Let me take him back for a check-up first – just to study it!

Who said anything about a one-month trial period?

Not thankful for my good intention but now, wants to start a family?” The Emperor and Gu Gui were classmates when they were teenagers, and they had been friends since when they went on top of trees and pulled out bird eggs together.

Seeing his gloomy face, he couldn’t help but bristle, “If you want to settle down, you can do it when he comes back.

As if you can mark them if you shut yourself in a small dark room–” Only halfway through his words was his mouth covered by a wing of the giant eagle materialized from Gu Gui’s mental power.

These people, each person was more annoying than the other.

The young wife of his family obviously saved the day, calmly and decisively stepping in at the moment of crisis, not only saving his own life but also saving the entire empire which was in danger.

But these people were making a fuss about such insignificant things as accidentally breaking a wooden table, beating a military commander to the point of crying and surrendering his mecha, and scaring away a group of ice-armored beasts with soft, green vines.

This bastard emperor even gave his little wife a body-harming compulsory masking agent!

Gu Gui’s pupils grew darker and darker as he pulled him further and further into his arms.

After a moment of contemplation, he simply clicked on his light brain and wrote up a note of a few lines and shoved it into the emperor’s hands.

“Wh-what is this?” The Emperor, who simply wanted to see just how powerful that little mutant omega was, absentmindedly took it and subconsciously looked up to see the written note.

“A leave of absence for fifty-five days, don’t call me unless there’s going to be a war.” The Imperial Marshal responded with a scowl, pulled out the glass dispenser bottle of Cedar perfume, and slammed it on the ground.

The glass bottle shattered with a crash, and the highly concentrated fragrance spread out in an instant.

Gu Gui’s expression was clear and cold as he pushed the bewildered emperor away with one hand and strode out the door.

“I’m in heat, please understand.”