Interstellar Fairy Tale

Late June of the year 1128 of the Milky Way calendar

Austin Soth stepped off the teleportation bridge, dressed in a black sergeant's uniform, with short blond hair that showed the sassiness of a fifteen-year-old boy, but his emerald green eyes contained something that did not belong to a fifteen-year-old boy. Walking into Colonel Edgar's command cabin, the huge screen is the vast black sea of ​​the universe, with countless stars competing for glory in the sea. In front of the operating table, civilian staff and soldiers are walking back and forth. Their movements are somewhat standard, but very of efficiency. Radar officers occasionally send some messages through their brains to exchange opinions. It is very strange that these young soldiers from different fleets, who are now mixed together, have a tacit understanding in their actions, even if they are only a short distance away. The number of conversations between them can be counted with ten fingers.

Colonel Edgar's podium is located in the middle of the command module, where he can grasp the entire command module, even the smallest details. However, the Colonel did not concentrate on the marginal cruise work two hours later.

Austin Soth walked to Colonel Edgar. Colonel Edgar, who was at the desk, seemed to be writing something intently. It was very obvious that this was an important report to be presented to Fortress Commander Terry. Brain input is completely handwritten. When Shang Ping first learned that the Mars military's most confidential documents and reports were transmitted and preserved in this ancient way, he was speechless for a while in surprise. It is hard to imagine that these "future people", surrounded by high-tech and intelligent machinery, would use this earth-age method to achieve the purpose of secrecy.

"Uncle Edgar, do you think this method can really maximize confidentiality?"

"of course not."

Edgar clearly remembered how he answered his adopted son, who was only about his waist at the time: "However, compared to the intellectual brain, which is 99% likely to be deciphered and can never really eliminate traces, this kind of handwriting Documents, it's easier to destroy, isn't it?"

At that time, Shang Ping did not fully understand the stubbornness of these Mars people, but he kept the information conveyed by Colonel Edgar in his heart, just like the Huaxia No. 1 he made occasionally when he was ten years old. , including design, experiment, operation, and record all the details through pen and paper. Perhaps Shang Ping was just bored and wanted to make a toy to entertain himself, but Colonel Edgar discovered the lifeline of everyone in the Kanon military fortress from Shang Ping's previous words.

"Lord Colonel!"

Colonel Edgar completed the report and sealed it into a document bag made with a special process that was only used for the transmission of classified documents and reports among the senior officers of the Mars Space Fleet. During this period, Austin South had been standing quietly two steps to the right of Colonel Edgar, his eyes never falling on the document in front of Colonel Edgar. These are the rules that every Mars soldier—or rather, a Mars boy from Madoff Military Academy—must know.

"Is something wrong? If it is to remind me of the cruise mission in two hours, Zuo Jia has done his duty."

"No, Colonel. The report sent by the Ninth Fleet during the cruise mission, the Royce artificial celestial body that was used to threaten the safety of the Muse system seems to have been abandoned by the enemy. The Ninth Fleet asks Commander Terry for instructions. Do you need to land to see if there are signs of life in the celestial bodies."

"Oh?"

Colonel Edgar raised one eyebrow and put his fingers on his lower lip, "Is this necessary? Those people - those Seth people who were originally in the artificial celestial body of Royce, are in vain soldiers. They live, It doesn't make any sense."

If Shang Ping were here at this moment, he would be very shocked. He couldn't imagine that he would say these words from Colonel Edgar. However, Colonel Edgar's expression and tone at the moment expressed with certainty that he was not joking at all. He really thinks that those people in the artificial celestial body of Royce, the Seth people, have absolutely no value to survive.

"Lord Colonel!"

Austin also doesn't have any good feelings for the Seth people, but once he thinks of Shang Ping who is still detained in the Golden Empire's space fleet, he can't say the words that the Seth people are allowed to fend for themselves so easily. Maybe, just maybe, if he gave some mercy to those Seth people at this moment, could he bring some good luck to Shang Ping?

"Senior Sergeant," Colonel Edgar raised his head, looked at Austin seriously, and said, "The mercy of the Mars soldier is never given to those who betrayed."

"But being captured is not a betrayal!"

"They were not captured, they were thrown into the enemy fleet without resistance when they had the ability to resist! They don't even deserve to be called prisoners of war! Only soldiers who fought bravely can get this kind of respect! They only deserve to be called For the traitors! Betrayed their own planet, their own galaxy, a group of cowards and pitiful creatures who made the blood of soldiers on the battlefield cheap!"

Colonel Edgar did not appear emotional because of the intensity of his words. He didn't even raise his voice, but his words made everyone present unable to refute, even Austin.

Not intending to continue to express opinions on this matter, Colonel Edgar stood up, put on his general cap, looked at the time, and issued an order to switch with the Ninth Fleet two hours later, which meant that the preparations of the fleet must be Done within an hour.

Austin could not continue to argue with his superior over the Royce A.O. issue, and as a non-commissioned officer in the flagship, he had his own responsibilities. After confirming that he had nothing to deal with for the time being, Colonel Edgar picked up the document bag and walked out of the command module.

Before the departure of the Sixth Fleet, Colonel Edgar made a brief but sufficiently detailed report to Commander Terry for half an hour, then left the document on the table of the Commander of Fort Khanon, turned and left. command cabin.

An hour later, the Ninth Fleet returned to the Kanon military fortress. Fleet Commander Benjamin and Colonel Edgar handed over the task, and also mentioned the artificial celestial body of Royce that every patrol would see.

"Edgar, you can't imagine that the celestial body that is as famous as the Kanon military fortress and once made the guys of the Republic of Seth proud, is now like a death star. However, this death star is now The location is really bad. If you can't move it away, at least you have to find a way to make it disappear forever. Its existence is a shame and a danger."

"So, you applied to Commander Terry to land for signs of life?"

"It's just an excuse." Benjamin shrugged his shoulders and chuckled cynically: "Just to avoid those Seth people using humanitarianism as an excuse to attack us. You know, maybe they can shrink back. The neck is hidden behind the Canon fortress, and the Royce artificial celestial body and the people on it - if they are still alive - are left to fend for themselves, but once we destroy that celestial body, they will never shut their mouths and remain silent. "

Austin, Zuo Jia, and the other two non-commissioned officers were walking down the teleportation bridge. They happened to hear this conversation between Colonel Edgar and Colonel Benjamin. Austin was stunned for a moment, his green eyes flashed a glimpse, and then he was a little ashamed.

Colonel Edgar turned his head and glanced at the blond young man's face. He then smiled relievedly, patted Benjamin who was looking at Austin curiously and said, "Commander David South The son of an officer, the eldest son of the Deputy Treasurer, and the two nephews of Rhodes, the former commander of the Tenth Fleet."

"Really?" Benjamin put away his joking look, and seriously returned the military salute of the four Austins, saying: "It's a group of great boys, your family will be proud of you!"

The Sixth Fleet set off on time from the Kanon military fortress. Commander Terry locked himself in the command cabin when the Sixth Fleet was on patrol duty, and studied the report of Colonel Edgar very carefully. This report shows Yes, it is completely a whimsical setting, which makes people have to admire the whimsical.

"A magnet..."

Commander Terry squeezed the document in his hand, and squeezed the hard plastic-edged paper to wrinkle.

Forty minutes later, Mars chief executive Martin, who was far away in the capital of Mars, Hercules, and the commander-in-chief of the space fleet, David South, received a telegram from the Kanon military fortress. To be on the safe side, Commander Terry. He did not reveal all the contents of Edgar's report. After a brief call, he translated the document in his hand into a short text using the code used to transmit messages between the top leaders of Mars. , completely out of order to launch.

Hercules has a special person who will reorganize and integrate this information. What Commander Terry needs to worry about is whether David South and Martin will think that the plan in this report is feasible. If possible, they will have to seek the support and help of the Republic of Seth in some aspects. For the Royce artificial object like a death star, then, certain actions must be taken to be more convincing.

Shang Ping, who was in the Golden Empire's cosmos fleet and played the role of a prisoner of war, had no idea what kind of changes would be brought about by one of his suggestions. If he knew - he would still do it.

"Shang Ping, I don't want to complain..."

Rochette was sitting in a corner of the cell, with a dinner that only took a few bites in front of him. The invaders from the distant galaxy looked very different from the Muse galaxy humans, and their eating habits were also very different. However, because of this There are mutinous officers like Captain Elfy in the huge fleet, and it is not so difficult for Shang Ping and Rochette to have three meals a day.

"It can barely be eaten, but it's not so delicious. At this time, we still have to eat, so we should thank God. We are prisoners now, and we can't ask for so much."

As Shang Ping said these words, he ate the food on the plate and reminded Rochette not to waste food. Lochte picked up the spoon, and the complaints and puzzles in his mouth could only be left to himself.

Soran Edrich was sitting on the command chair. In front of him was a popular Emperor Chessboard among the nobles of the Golden Empire. On it were thirty-six pieces of various shapes polished with crystals. Opposite him, was The only one in the entire fleet who could be his opponent was Harlan Edrich. Colonel Date and Lieutenant Colonel Metz, who came from aristocratic backgrounds but had been in the army all the year round, were obviously not keen on these things. Although Mr. Giovanna is also well versed in this, neither His Royal Highness Prince Soran Edrich nor Harlan Edrich, who is also a royal family, are unwilling to discuss with the nobleman, and the high-sounding The excuse was that Mr. Giovanna was seriously injured—although they all knew that this noble man was not as weak as he appeared, but after Giovanna used the shoulder injury as an excuse to prolong his stay in the fleet, Soran Edrich could not immediately express his dissatisfaction.

At least, Giovanna was injured because of his captive, yes, his!

The white and transparent fingers were a little in the air, and the pieces on the chessboard controlled by the brain flew into the air and fell steadily, blocking the way of Emperor Harlan Edrich's pieces.

"You have won, Your Highness."

"kindness."

Soran Edrich did not appear happy because of his victory, leaning back on the command chair, deep in his ice blue eyes, some kind of unkind emotion was brewing. As for the purpose of Giovanna's excuse to stay, it is not difficult to guess that Giovanna, who has always been arrogant and must report, can't let Shang Ping go at all. He would not point the muzzle of revenge at Solan, or anyone in the fleet, not even the soldier who shot him in the first place, but this does not include Shang Pinghe, who was held as a prisoner of war. Rochette.

Soran Edrich didn't think Shang Ping was very important, he was just interested in that black-haired boy, and Quan should be a small adjustment during the boring dormant period, but now Giovanna's actions have made him He was a little uncomfortable.

After thinking about it, Soran Edrich waved his hand to summon the attendant...

Fifteen minutes later, Shang Ping and Rochette were taken out of the cell. They were also somewhat inexplicable. Rochette even thought pessimistically, are they about to be sentenced to death?

Unexpectedly, they were taken to a spacious room that apparently did not exist as a prisoner of war. The two young men looked at each other, and their four eyes were also full of doubts.