The Death Knell

"Your friends are surrounded, doesn't it matter?"

The princess on horseback asked the man beside him who was dragging the flying flames. The golden lightsaber in the latter's hand was endlessly changing and could form various weapons that she had never seen before, quickly shooting down the incoming Hod airship.

The speed at which he opened the path was frighteningly fast, and he would often only see a flash of golden light before the spacecraft turned into pieces, and then exploded as if it had just reacted during the fall.

After listening to Princess Xirui's question, Su Ming handed the giant egg beater in his hand to Strangler and let him take over for a while. He took out a cigarette and lit it with the cosmic energy from his fingertips while flying at high speed:

"It doesn't matter. Small units like ours are naturally prepared to be surrounded by the enemy."

The tailwind horse flew up and down in the air following the trajectory of the death knell, and its owner's sword was occasionally used to block the incoming beams. Ciri seemed to be moved by this fearless line. She nodded vigorously and looked at the scarlet color of the death knell. One Eye said seriously:

"You are all rare warriors, and it is my honor to fight alongside you."

"No, this sounds unlucky. Only people who are on a suicide mission and prepared to die heroically would say this, right? We are still far from that point."

The somewhat speechless Deathstroke took the eggbeater back from the pet, and turned it into a giant chain saw, using it to cut the bottom of the passing spacecraft. When the molten metal juice splashed everywhere, he was still correcting the princess's wrong speech.

Ciri looked up at the sky higher up. The Hod fleet filled the night sky, so dense that it blocked all the stars. Even the light of the two moons was completely obscured by the firelight of the tail thrusters of the numerous spacecraft. .

Each spacecraft can also release various small aircraft, including aerial skateboards driven by robots and flying gunships ridden by mutant orcs. The number is even more difficult to count.

Enemy firepower fell like a meteor shower, and many of them were chasing the robot Amozo, which was the first to take off among the Deathstroke team. Ciri saw the shirtless figure shuttle back and forth among the various explosions, giving people the feeling Like a small boat in a tsunami.

The enemy's flying is so big, but the person is so small.

"Just the two of us, attack Hordak's fleet directly? Isn't this a suicide mission?" She wasn't afraid, but she didn't have much confidence either.

"Where are you?" Su Ming took a puff of cigarette, and the mouth of the mask seemed to have melted. He was still squirming to help him shake the ashes: "When I faced the Annihilation Zerg, the number of enemies was Counting tens of billions, how many divisions do the Hod people have?"

Well, because it was a battle in the atmosphere, and they believed that Ecillia was their own territory and had no intention of exploding stars, Su Ming took a quick glance and saw that there were only over a thousand cruiser-level spaceships.

Compared to the annihilation wave, the number is far behind.

"Ah?" The princess didn't quite understand. She only understood a quantifier, but it was enough to surprise her.

If she hadn't been riding a horse, she might have stopped in mid-air, touched her chin and thought hard for a while.

"In short, the plan is this. Yamodra will attract most of the enemy's firepower, and the two of us will take the opportunity to rush directly to Hordak's flagship and capture him alive. Then I will negotiate a deal with him."

Seeing that she was in a daze, Su Ming tore off the flying robot and explained the tactics a little.

For a small unit with a limited number of people but strong combat effectiveness, it is common sense for mercenaries to give priority to decapitation in their tactical choices.

Hordak is not weak, but he is only at the multiverse level if he can survive.

And although he has three cultivation skills in martial arts, magic, and technology, he seems to be more powerful than Doom at first glance, but in battle, he relies too much on magic and props deformed by his body.

As a supreme mage, Su Ming is still very confident in dealing with other mages.

Ciri doesn't understand his level, so it's normal to be a little worried, because in fact, the only one who knows all his trump cards is Strangulation.

But it doesn't matter, you don't need any trump cards to deal with Hordak.

"Is it possible to negotiate terms...?" Siri's dignified face had a complicated expression, and she bit her lip lightly.

"Oh, what else do you say? Do I kill him?"

A black and yellow mask covered the man's face, and a demonic voice came from under it, but his tone sounded a bit narrow.

"..." The princess was silent for a moment. She stayed close to the horse's back to avoid the incoming enemy fire: "You know everything? About those things about me in the past."

The chain saw in his hand turned into a lightsaber. Su Ming used it to deflect the incoming naval gun laser. He threw out the sword light with his backhand and cut the ship in half. He led the woman through the flames of the explosion and flew straight upward.

"Yes, I know. Although Hordak stole you from Etania, he was the one who raised you. You were pretty good in the past. You were treated like his only daughter..."

Having said this, the mercenary paused for a moment and looked at the princess' complicated expression:

"Actually, I have always felt that if Hordak gets serious about dealing with the rebels, you won't be able to last even a month, because he only needs to control the manufacturing and sales of salt, and the rebels will either turn into soft-footed shrimps. Or you have to lick stones like a goat.”

Carbon-based organisms that require blood circulation basically cannot survive without salt. The salt and iron monopoly system invented by the ancestors of the Chinese Dynasty was to prevent rebellion.

With Xilia's technological level, it is indeed easy to make salt, but making private salt also requires land. With the small amount of land the rebels control, it is difficult to open an automated chicken farm, and it cannot afford full-scale industrialization. .

"This... if there is no salt to eat, probably only robots can retain their combat effectiveness." Ciri obviously understood, and she also fell into some mysteries because of Deathstroke's words.

As the ruler of the planet, Hordak obviously had many ways to push the rebels to a dead end, but he chose not to do so.

Every time he pulled out a team to fight, he would often fight with himself, and then be beaten away, with a few harsh words thrown at him, and a large number of cannon fodder units were left on the battlefield.

I hadn't thought about it carefully before, but now that I looked at it, I felt like something wasn't quite right.

"Let me tell you my guess. Hordak may still regard you as his daughter. He launched a sweep against the rebels. Perhaps he was forced by King Hord as a last resort."

Deathstroke, who was talking nonsense, was suspended in the air. He hid under a spaceship with the princess, waiting for Ya Mo Zhuo to provoke another wave of hatred. He touched the little horn of Shunfeng Horse and continued to make up:

"So, if he still has feelings for you, I am confident that we can negotiate terms with him, solve the problem of Ihiliya once and for all, and help the people fight for independence."

7017k