Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The elite warships surviving in the interception are stationed at the edge of the laser minefield to deal with the alliance's increasingly frequent sneak attacks and invasions.

Therefore, when the radar detects an unfamiliar ship approaching, they are ready to fight.

To everyone's surprise, the familiar serial number displayed when the ship came in contact with the code-this is simply a miracle, a ridiculous dream, beyond everyone's wildest imagination.

No one could have imagined that this warship that passed through the death swamp full of deadly weapons without injury would actually be reinforcements.

Ten minutes later, the handover and landing of the ship was over.

The captain, who was already ready to meet the friendly forces, took his subordinates and waited in the handover cabin, feeling complicated and excited.

Since our ship can pass through the laser thunder array, does it mean that the main ship has finally found a way to crack it? Or is it intercepted by a high-level enemy ship and got a specific signal map?

You know, no matter which one represents the possibility of breaking the game.

How can he not get excited?

I saw the hatch in front of me slowly opened.

However, what caught him off guard was that a crew member wearing a protective suit rushed out like a whirlwind, and with a grim expression, he reached out and grabbed his neckline: "Medical cabin!"

Wait, what...?

Before the captain of the light warship could come back to his senses, a group of crew members gushed from the open cabin. The headed youth looked depressed and calm, but the reddish eyes showed his extremely tight emotions—his embrace. He was holding a young boy who was a little thinner than him. His black hair was scattered on his pale face, only his sharp chin and thin, colorless lips could be seen—and a dazzling blood stain on the cheek. .

The boy repeated in a low and severe voice: "Medical cabin!"

The captain woke up suddenly, he hurriedly opened the control screen, and the emergency medical cabin in the handover warehouse popped out of the ground.

Xiao Yi's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and his lips pressed into a rigid straight line. He stepped forward several times, properly and carefully placed Ge Xiu in the cabin—

A pale, thin hand protruded from his arms and gently grasped his collar.

Xiao Yi's body was stiff, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked down with surprise and joy.

Ge Xiu was still pale, with a shocking sense of vulnerability, but he didn't know when he opened his eyes.

His pupils were pitch black, and there was an indifferent silence flashing under his eyes.

He curled his lips and said in a hoarse voice:

"What's your face, I'm not dead yet."

With some difficulty, he broke free from Xiaoyi's arms, held on to the handle of the medical cabin, and reluctantly sat up.

All eyes were firmly on his body, and everyone's expressions were blank and blank, as if they hadn't been relieved from the sudden change.

Xiaoyi's lips trembled, and the calmness that had been maintained just now fell apart like thin ice in the sun. He raised his hand to grab Ge Xiu's sleeve, and choked with a trembling voice that changed his tone:

"Xiao, Xiaoqi, you, you scared me to death just now..."

Ge Xiu raised his hand and twisted the blood on his face. The viscous blood had not dried up yet, and it was on his fingertips. The contrast between bright red and pale white was sharp and dazzling.

He gave a low "tsk", a casual smile appeared on his lips, and said to himself:

"I didn't expect this."

Ge Xiu turned his head to look at the stunned crowd around him, and asked, "Who has a tissue?"

A crew member took out a handkerchief in a daze, and handed it over.

He took the handkerchief, wiped the blood on his fingertips and face carefully, and then smiled slightly:

"Thanks."

Ge Xiu casually jumped from the medical cabin, his movements were light and skillful, and he couldn't tell that he was still in a coma just now.

He turned to look at the captain and asked:

"How is Lulai?"

He naturally called Lulai by his Christian name in the public, and did not shy away from the existence of other people.

The captain suddenly realized the identity of the person in front of him. He gritted his teeth, put away the negligence he might have had, and waved his hand to hold back the other crew members around him.

After the command ship was destroyed, although Loulay was ejected protectively by the hull, he still suffered devastating damage from his spine to important organs. Most of the first medical center was destroyed in the first few rounds of the Alliance’s shelling. Most of the medical equipment and supplies were buried under the steel mountain that originally existed as a protection mechanism, and any possible supplies, energy and electricity The supply was cut off as early as the start of the war, and Lulai sent troops to intercept it in an emergency, so the fleet was almost entirely elite military warships, and there was no material supply.

Under the increasingly urgent attacks of the Alliance and the gradual shortage of supplies, they are already exhausted.

The care for Lou Lai’s wounds under such difficult conditions is very limited. Healing agents and low-grade medical cabins can only be used for simple wound repairs, while more complex and deep treatment operations require treatment cabins above the main ship level. Implement.

The severe fighting and sleepless defense made his injuries worse.

When the starship Ge Xiu was driving, Lulai had been in a coma for seven hours.

This incident was tightly sealed off among a small number of upper-level generals to prevent the spread of intelligence that would cause the military spirit to float, and even make the enemy ships lose their fears and attack them aggressively.

In the course of the narration, the captain's complexion was always solemn and worried.

Ge Xiu lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and the smile on the corner of his lips was looming. He just listened quietly, without expressing any opinions from beginning to end.

The captain stared at him, his face finally relaxed, he slowly let out a suffocating breath, and said with emotion:

"So, it's really great that you can come."

The captain paused and asked, "So how did you get through the minefield outside? Did you finally intercept the signal map? The alliance's high-level warships have been shrunk in the protective circle since the beginning of the war. What did you do? Arrived?"

Ge Xiu shook his head:

"No, that's too slow."

He raised his eyes to look at the captain and smiled slowly: "I'm enough."

There is an understatement of certainty in his tone, a calm arrogance, no matter how wild or almost absurd the words he utters, there is a kind of attraction that people want to believe from the heart.

The captain blinked and was stunned, unexpectedly he didn't understand the meaning of Ge Xiu's words for a while.

Ge Xiu didn't care either.

He just shrugged and naturally changed the subject: "So where is Loulay now?"

"Temporary command of the ship." The captain replied, "We dare not move him to a safer place to prevent information leakage."

"Take me to see him."

The young man gave orders in a righteous manner, and the familiar leadership attitude made people subconsciously want to obey.

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The highest-level medical compartment is completely blocked by military-level confidential procedures, and only a very small number of people are allowed to enter.

Lou Lai was lying in a semi-enclosed medical cabin.

His upper body was naked, with countless deep and shallow scars covering the pale marble-like texture. The most injured chest and abdomen were treated with bionic bandages to prevent further tearing of the wound to the greatest extent possible. It was cracked, countless instruments for monitoring physical signs were connected to his skin through wires, and several blue light screens beside the bed faithfully demonstrated his physical condition.

Every index on the light screen hovered in a dangerous state.

After undergoing a thorough disinfection, Ge Xiu walked into the isolation chamber. The captain who came with him politely waited outside the cabin.

Even in a coma, Lou Lai still frowned, as if he was overthinking. The light golden eyelashes hung on the bloodless face, and the thin lips were pressed into a cold straight line, a kind of indifference that turned away thousands of miles away.

Ge Xiu looked away, leaned forward and picked up the light screen placed on the bedside to record his physical condition.

He just stretched out his hand, but suddenly met a pair of eyes staring at him coldly-the light-colored iris showed a cold steel blue under the light, like the clear and silent sky just after a snowstorm.

Ge Xiu was taken aback.

In the next second, a huge force struck.

The world revolved in an instant.

Before Ge Xiu regained his senses, the man’s hot and aggressive aura surged like magma, with a suffocating and fatal sense of oppression, wrapping and squeezing every inch of air, and arrogantly encroaching on all of him. Sensory perception.

His waist was firmly clasped by a strong arm like steel pouring, and the severe pain of crushed skeletal muscles roared like a landslide and tsunami. The hot and dry palm of the man pressed tightly to his throat and then eased. Slowly tightening, pushing out the remaining oxygen in his lungs little by little, giving the illusion that he is about to suffocate.

Every inch of skin, every cell is clamoring for danger.

Ge Xiu calmed down quickly.

-Lulai's body pressed against him is shockingly hot, the expression on his face seems sober, but his pupils are in a state of dizziness.

Still in a coma. Acting solely on instinct.

After careful examination, Ge Xiu came to a conclusion very quickly.

He slackened his subconscious resistance and leaned the weight of his entire body on each other's body, and the distance between the two people instantly shrank to almost nothing.

After all, with the power gap between them, I am afraid that the struggle will bring about counterproductive effects.

So what he needs to do now is to reduce his presence as much as possible to reduce his potential threat.

Ge Xiu breathed slowly and deeply with his throat restrained, carefully grabbing every trace of oxygen that could be absorbed, and staring at Lulai, who was close at hand, carefully observing every tiny piece of him. Reactions and actions.

Fortunately, after realizing that Ge Xiu had stopped struggling, Lulai's fingers no longer tightened. Although they were still firmly clasped on his fragile and slender throat, they were obviously loosened.

Ge Xiuchong took a glance at the captain standing at the door of the cabin, shook his head slightly, and signaled that he was okay.

He retracted his gaze and once again focused all his attention on Lulai.

Ge Xiu raised the only hand that could barely move, and covered Lulai's palm comfortably at a slow speed that would not disturb the opponent, applying pressure slowly and gently, and his cold palm pressed against the hot and dry opponent. The skin silently conveyed his soft and calm emotions over.

There was a gentle grunt in his throat, as if some kind of small animal rubbed the palm of the opponent's hand with its soft fur.

There was a struggling look on Lulai's face, as if he was trying his best to break free from the mist that trapped his mind, and his tight and hard muscles slowly relaxed under Ge Xiu's comfort.

He relaxed the palm of Ge Xiu's throat, but the arm around Ge Xiu's waist increased a little bit, almost rubbing Ge Xiu into his chest, and the two bodies were fitted together with almost no gap. Together.

The atmosphere is sticky and stagnant, and there is a kind of silence in the air.

Ge Xiu raised his hand to embrace the man's broad spine and stroked it over and over again along the depression of his spine, as if he was giving the big cat a patient smooth hair.

Loulay buried his head in the concave neck of Ge Xiu, sniffing gently, the high and narrow nasal bone rubbing unconsciously on the soft and delicate skin at the junction of his neck and back, following every familiar and reassuring smell. .

The taste of the boy's body is mixed with the sweet smell of sweets, and he is warmed by body temperature.

It smells unexpectedly relaxing.

Lu Lai's eyelids slowly sank, and the light golden eyelashes were woven above the brilliant blue eyes, and there was a kind of almost calm tranquility.

Ge Xiu's hands were finally released, but his body was still held in his arms by the man possessively.

He gently patted Lulai's back, his eyelids drooping slightly, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was gentle and sweet.

Louley closed his eyes.

The next second, without warning, a cold injection suddenly slipped out of Ge Xiu's cuff. The steel needle flashed with a ruthless cold light under the bright light of the isolation chamber, and then Ge Xiu twisted his wrist and pierced the sharp needle into the skin behind Lulai's neck. The action was ruthless and ruthless, without any hesitation or hesitation. Press the syringe firmly.

The transparent and colorless liquid is injected into the body in an instant.

Lu Lai opened his eyes abruptly, his handsome face flashed with an expression of anger and injury after being deceived, and he began to struggle violently.

Ge Xiu hugged his head, his eyes drooping slightly, his expression was gentle and indifferent, he pressed against the opponent's ear and murmured softly:

"Shhh."

Lulai's tight body slowly relaxed under the powerful medicine, and finally unable to compete with the medicine, he fell into a black coma.

Ge Xiu smoothed his hair ends which had been messed up by the struggle, carefully laid Lulai flat on the bed, and quickly checked whether the wound on his body was torn, then turned his head to look at the door of the cabin.

The captain, who was stunned by such an astonishing reversal, stood there, staring at him in shock.

Ge Xiu leaped out of bed lightly and straightened his wrinkled clothes

"Don't worry, the medicine is specially formulated according to his weight and physique, and it will not harm the body."

His voice was a little hoarse because of the damaged vocal cords.

Ge Xiu moved his stiff neck, a bright red palm print clearly covered his throat, and the color even began to gradually deepen, turning towards blue-purple, but his expression remained unchanged, as if the wound on his neck was just insignificant. The decoration is only.

He turned his head and glanced at Lulai lying behind him, and added lightly: "It takes more than ten hours to sleep at most."

"This...this...but..."

Before the captain had time to sort out his messy language system, he stammered, and he was interrupted mercilessly by Ge Xiu's questioning without any rules:

"I said, don't worry.-So you don't have to delay calling for support. I cut off the signal transmission device here and outside when I came in."

The captain closed his mouth, and the panic on his face faded like a mask.

He took a deep breath and asked:

"So what do you want?"

Ge Xiu shrugged, with an imperceptible smile on his lips: "Don't worry, I haven't surrendered to the enemy."

He raised his hand and operated it on the light screen for a while, and the portable medical isolation cabin separated from the side wall, and opened the lid with a "click".

Ge Xiu waved at the captain: "Come and help."

The captain stood still and watched him vigilantly.

"All right."

Ge Xiu sighed and turned to face him: "Do you remember the question you asked me just now? About whether I intercepted the signal map."

The captain nodded, the scrutiny and vigilance in his expression remained intact: "Yes, you replied at the time that it is enough to have you."

Ge Xiu smiled softly: "Yes, and I didn't lie."

He raised his finger to seven places in the room: "Three analyzers, three monitors, and one scanner."

The captain was shocked.

—The position he pointed out was so precise...how could it be possible?

Ge Xiu's face was calm: "Five guards, three laser whistles, and two intellectual brain detection walls are scattered outside."

Fear was stuffed into the captain’s trachea like cotton. He swallowed dryly, trying to prevent a look of horror from appearing on his face, forcing himself to look directly at Ge Xiu’s eyes, and said, “Our sentry is every day. Random changes will be made. Are you so sure that your intelligence is correct?"

He tried to make himself sound less bluffing, but he obviously failed.

Ge Xiu just tilted his head, "Want to know why?"

The captain swallowed every sound in his throat and stared at him.

Ge Xiu curled his lips and pointed to his eyes: "I can see."

The captain was shocked, and subconsciously looked into Ge Xiu's eyes. The dark eyes flashed with a strange dark light, giving people a sense of chills all over.

But somehow, even though the content of what the other party said was beyond common sense, he could not refute the slightest—

It's like something that is unbreakable and justified, cannot be refuted or questioned, and one subconsciously wants to believe it.

Ge Xiu raised an innocent smile, but what he said was far more thrilling than his expression:

"Whether it is the energy scanning network constructed by the monitoring optical brain, or the invisible optical track made by the detection instrument, to the minefield driven by the laser, I can see it."

He paused, and said thoughtfully:

"Maybe my senses are a bit sharper than yours? It took me a while to realize that other people can't see the various energy trails all over the air."

The captain asked slowly:

"So... that's why you can go through the laser minefield? Because... you can see?"

Ge Xiu hooked his lips: "Yes."

He stared into the captain’s eyes, looked at him carefully, and slowly said: “The arrangement of the laser minefields will change randomly. I can only bring one ship in, and I can only take one ship away. ."

"So you poured the medicine, Chief Sivir."

Ge Xiu shrugged: "I'm not sure if he wants to abandon you. He will be good to you and me when he settles down."

He paused and continued: "I hope that after we leave, you organize the remnant fleet to launch a counterattack against the Alliance-they should have known my whereabouts and attempts, so I hope you can distract the Alliance for us. Create an opportunity to escape."

The captain thought carefully for a long time, and finally nodded slowly: "Okay."

"Do you know what I'm asking for?"

And the captain's expression became clear and firm: "Yes, the subordinates understand."

Is a martyrdom.

Lulai’s wounds are in urgent need of treatment. The huge fleet outside is waiting for his command and leadership. He is the pillar and spiritual force of the entire rebellion. This is doomed to the Alliance will try to stop him at all costs in this tiny galaxy. , So that everything they have struggled so far has been stifled in the middle.

So yes.

He knew exactly what Ge Xiu asked for.

-They devote all they can to create an opportunity for their officers and leaders to escape, launch a defeated battle with the determination of death, and exchange their lives and blood for a brand-new country.

Ge Xiu's expression was still calm and elusive. He looked away and pointed to the portable medical cabin next to him:

"Come and help me."

This time, the other party obeyed his orders without hesitation.