Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Holzer carefully listened to the flustered and incoherent account of the manager of the Second Medical Research Center, and then replied briefly and forcefully:

"Okay, I know."

Before the other party could answer, he turned off the communication device, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his head:

"So what do you want?"

—The protagonist in their conversation is sitting in front of him alive.

I saw Ge Xiu resting his chin with one hand and commenting genially:

"It seems that I caused a lot of riots."

Hall restrained his urge to roll his eyes: "What do you think?"

This question obviously does not need to be answered.

Ge Xiu ignored Hall's sarcasm, just jumped off the chair lightly, and said lightly: "You know what I want."

Hall did know.

Soldiers, weapons, fleets.

He sighed and shook his head: "According to your current physical condition, the isolation room of the Second Medical Center is where you should stay. If the captain comes back to find out, I will let you..."

Before Hall finished speaking, Ge Xiu interrupted him:

"If he can come back."

There was no extra emotion in his voice, but the sharp meaning in it was like a head-on blow, and Hall felt his internal organs began to churn slowly, and a dull pain that smelled of patina spread. Come, he gritted his teeth and couldn't say a word anymore.

Ge Xiu glanced at him:

"If he really asks, you can tell him that I coerced you."

Although the eyes of the two met only briefly, Hall felt as if he had been cut open by something sharp. His internal organs and bones were exposed to the other's scrutiny, and Hall took the initiative to look away. , Avoiding, as if retreating silently.

"Of course, I'm really ready to do that too."

Ge Xiu added grandiosely. He spread his palms on the table, and the unknown miniature guns in his palms shone cold and hard under the light.

After looking at each other for a long time, Hall sighed and finally pulled out the control screen in compromise.

Ge Xiu smiled, jumped into his seat just now, shaking his thin legs contentedly.

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The Alliance understands that in order to help Lulai get out of trouble, the rebels will do whatever it takes. They know better that once Lulai gets out of this cage of madness and hysteria, the Alliance will never have the slightest chance of winning, so they can only do whatever they want. Take Lulai's life at all costs-they are not short of trying. Although the besieged fleet was forced to retreat to the galaxy, it still stubbornly purged, using the terrain to invade again and again, trying to repulse their allied forces.

The coalition forces are not content with this stalemate.

They cut off all energy supplies, sealed off the entire area with a murderous fleet, and even arranged thousands of miles of invisible laser minefields and signal interception areas outside the galaxy to block reinforcements and prevent breakthroughs.

Hall was equally nervous and urgent.

He has sent troops to support many times, but the galaxy in which the First Medical Center is located is too deep in the hinterland of the Alliance-controlled area. Even if a fleet escapes the heavy siege and interception, it can't get past the murderous laser area.

Other battles also urgently need support.

He is now in a dangerous situation of dilemma.

As a result, all hopes and possible turning points are pinned on an outsider. This is a gamble on his family’s life and the entire interstellar world, and Ge Xiu is the variable. The boundary between victory and destruction is like this. Fragile and subtle, as long as the mistakes are made, even the slightest mistake will be lost, but Hall has to compromise to the unknown-because he has no other options.

Ge Xiu knew the danger very well—and he enjoyed it very much.

He sat on the command chair, his fingers extremely calm and steady, with almost no hesitation or trembling, and he steered the ship at an extremely tricky angle to avoid the light bullet that was shooting straight in front of him.

After just half a second, the positioning of the thermal tracking missile was completed.

A silent and splendid explosion exploded not far away, and the crimson fire light illuminated the porthole.

Ge Xiu did not slow down, but instead charged full driving energy and rushed straight through the hot explosive core—

His pupils shrank from the height of excitement, his nose flared slightly, and the arch of his lips showed obvious pleasure and cruelty. The sharp canine teeth appeared from under his thin lips, as if he was smelling a hint of blood in the unfathomable sea. Shark.

Ge Xiu deeply loves the thrill of dancing on the edge of the abyss and the fatal stimulation of the highly tight nerves.

These feelings were like a high-purity stimulant. His rusty and dull joints began to become flexible again, and the laziness and stiffness that had been hoarded by curling up in the isolation chamber was quickly burned out and transformed into something more efficient and dangerous. Things. He seemed to be born for this.

The speed of the ship slowed down.

Several crew members untied the safety device and rushed to the toilet and began to vomit. Although the rest of them were still sitting in their seats, they were equally sluggish and look sloppy.

Their captain is a lunatic.

The breakout experience in the past few days has carved this cognition deeply into their cerebral cortex.

Ge Xiu glanced back casually and laughed:

"Not bad, I only vomited four this time."

Yeah, this time.

The crew wrinkled their faces in pain, and the memory of the unbearable looking back a few days ago came again-the first encounter with an enemy ship, except for the little one who had already experienced Ge Xiu's driving style and several other crew members who were also from the Junk Star. No one else was spared. Some people even vomited directly in the helmet, almost choked to death by the vomit floating due to weightlessness.

Ge Xiu stretched.

The squinted eyes were covered under the bright and moist eyelashes, which seemed particularly harmless. The thin body stretches and stretches, like a tired cat curled up by the fire after eating and drinking.

The dullness and depression accumulated for several months were finally wiped out.

He beckoned to the little one, with a tired voice in his voice:

"Next you come to drive."

The crew breathed a sigh of relief without exception.

Their eyes were moist and they looked at Xiaoyi who was moving to the handover position. They had never been so sincerely thanking God for hearing their prayers, and finally let the nightmare stop.

Ge Xiu curled up on an empty chair and yawned: "Call me when you reach the laser area marked on the star chart."

After speaking, he fell asleep without burden.

The most dense and dangerous area of ​​the sentry has ended. The next journey needs to pass through an extremely long isolation zone. At the end of the isolation zone is a dense and deadly laser minefield. This is always a special destructive weapon produced by the Alliance Military Laboratory. It cannot be disturbed or dismantled before it is activated, and can change its position randomly. Even the most accurate and sensitive detection device in existence cannot detect its existence. It is enough to cause the largest casualties with the least cost, and it is extremely vicious and difficult to entangle.

And this characteristic is mutual-after the arrangement is over, the alliance warships are also unable to detect the exact location of the thunder array.

Only a few high-ranking generals have specially made minefield signal maps. They are properly stored in the huge main ship that cannot be hijacked by the Lulai side. They will only be used when formulating specific raid plans. The lower-level low-level All the warship needs to do is to obey orders.

The reason for the existence of this isolated area is for self-preservation.

It is to prevent the alliance's own low-level warships from being accidentally injured.

The location of the laser area marked on the star map was the last signal sent back from the reconnaissance ship that Hall sent out that had the longest surviving time.

There should be the edge of the minefield.

The star sea ahead was dim and far away, like an abyss shimmering with faint light.

Xiaoyi piloted the ship quietly through the starry sky. During the period when Ge Xiu was receiving treatment, he received systematic ship piloting and combat training on the main ship. His talent was very high. In addition, with Ge Xiu, an outstanding enlightenment teacher, he quickly became With the battleship captain who can be alone, the ranks and salaries have also soared. But when Ge Xiu recruited the crew, he still signed up without hesitation and willingly followed as a crew member.

Although he has already left the garbage star, but in his heart is still the thin child struggling to survive in the wilderness.

On the trash star, he used to be a protector, but I don’t know since when his former partner became so dazzling and powerful, leaving him far behind, no matter how hard he studied, he couldn’t keep up with each other. The back of Xiaoyi—so, after knowing that the iron piece that he thought was a talisman was actually a miner's identity card, Xiaoyi was lost for a long time.

However, he quickly cheered up.

Since that is not a real amulet, let yourself be a amulet to protect the other side.

He is eager to fight side by side with his childhood playmates once again, so that they can see his ability to grow up.

Then after the war is over, they can go home together.

Xiaoyi turned his head and glanced at Ge Xiu, who was curled up in the chair, who was asleep, warm and calm in his heart.

Although he is clear about the specific situation, he is extremely blindly optimistic. After all, Xiaoqi is so powerful, how can a little illness affect him!

The small starship traveled quietly in the meteorite belt, gliding over one after another desolate and abandoned planets due to war, and finally came to the position marked on the star chart. Xiaoyi carefully kept a distance from the bright red coordinates.

The universe ahead was silent and dark, without a trace of light, nor any wandering celestial bodies. It was like a swamp that could absorb everything, exuding an unknown breath of death.

Xiaoyi felt his fingertips tremble slightly because of tension, he took a slow and deep breath to calm himself down, and then turned to look at Ge Xiu.

Unexpectedly, Ge Xiu was already awake.

He hugged his knees and shrank quietly in the chair, staring intently into the bottomless darkness outside the porthole, his expression was extremely awake, and it even made people suspect that his sound asleep just now was just an illusion.

Xiao Yi was taken aback by Ge Xiu's expression, he settled down, and was about to give him the position of the command chair.

Unexpectedly, Ge Xiu shook his head, but slowly reported a series of numbers:

"2736484.837, 6274738.9214"

Xiao Yi was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to realize that Ge Xiu was talking about the coordinate system—

That is a position only five hundred meters away from them.

He steered the ship cautiously, advancing in a straight line toward the coordinates that Ge Xiu said—

One minute later, the ship was in place. No laser is triggered.

"2736484.526, 6274738.9311"

The second coordinate jumped out almost without stopping. Ge Xiu's voice was calm and steady, with almost no fluctuations: "The balance bar is tilted 41.43%, the steering gear is down 0.012°, and the power unit remains unchanged."

Each coordinate is followed by extremely precise operation instructions, and the distance each time is closer and shorter than the last time.

The concept of time is almost impossible to exist. The air seems to be frozen into a thick and thick solid, which wraps everyone in the cabin tightly. With every millisecond of elongation, it increases the pressure of tons and **** in roughness. And the dry, cold gas with a rough feeling, and then exhale the turbid breath of fiery heat like magma.

Everyone is strained to the limit, and he can almost hear the sound of his own nerves cracking in his ears, as if he will fall into a crazy collapse in the next second.

But after one second is another second.

Then an hour

Five hours.

Ten hours.

Xiaoyi's thick protective clothing was soaked in sweat and dried in the shade, and then drenched again, her jet-black forehead was damp and only sticking to her cheeks, her eyes were a little dizzy, but her pupils were always bright and paranoid and dead. Light. His fingers are steady.

It seemed that this part of the body had been stripped away from him and became an independent living body.

He always accurately and accurately fulfilled Ge Xiu's orders.

The thick and thick darkness tightly wrapped the ship, as if to press and soak inward, invading it little by little.

Invisible, unknowable danger lurks in the dark, watching, eroding and swallowing them with a huge body.

And Ge Xiu's voice seemed to be the only light source in this boundless darkness. Although faint, it was clear and stable. The back, front, and surroundings were all dark, but the space that only allowed one step in front was illuminated.

One step, one step, one step.

Take another step.

His voice has always maintained an almost terrifying calm and precision, guiding the road ahead.

I don't know how long it took.

The crew in the cabin has lost the ability to perceive time. It seems that hundreds of centuries have passed by them, rotating and moving in the world outside their ships, stars collapsed, galaxies died, nebulae compressed, and planets were born. However, the dead silence that envelops them seems eternal. Unchanged, abandoned outside the universe and the world.

finally.

"We are out."

Ge Xiu said in a hoarse voice that could hardly hear the original tone.

All the perception of the outside world suddenly swept into everyone's bodies, and the rich, intense, and surging emotions overwhelmed them and made them overwhelmed.

Xiaoyi slowly lifted his stiff and immovable fingers. It took him a long time to realize the wet and cold tears on his cheeks. He tremblingly untied his protective device and fell from the command chair. Looking at Ge Xiu sitting aside with the ecstasy of escaping, his vocal cords are rusty like a machine that hasn't been used for a hundred years:

"...I, we, success..."

The rest of his words got stuck in his throat, and the expression on his face froze.

I saw Ge Xiu still maintaining his previous posture, his thin body curled up quietly in the chair, his shoulder blades were as fragile as a thin piece of paper, his face was so pale that there was almost no color, and he could almost melt into his back. In the darkness.

He has a calm expression, his eyes closed tightly.

Two lines of dazzling bright red blood flowed quietly from under his eyelids.