Chapter 1,232 Resistance Is the Innate Power of Intelligent Creatures

This is the edge of the Milky Way, and this Milky Way is located in a relatively weak area ruled by the Merova people. It is adjacent to several other smaller celestial body groups, and there is occasional material exchange between them. These several galaxies together form A magnificent city wall spanning space. Within its scope, the original Merova military nodes have disappeared: those tyrant fortresses that can monitor and rule tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of light-years are now wiped out. This border The area, like the Far Frontier Theater Zone in several other universes, is now in the hands of the Imperial Army.

We have established more than a dozen war factories that operate day and night on the periphery of this young star. In addition to the regular main force of the legion, our lowest-level military units are now increasing at a cubic rate. These newly produced war puppets and The wandering troops have arrived in every corner of this galaxy in the past two days. The small military facilities set up by the Merova people in this war zone were wiped out one by one. In the end, the enemy's last resistance force in this galaxy wall spanning the universe Also swept away. Barian was powerless to stop all of this. He could only watch as the bases he set up in the border areas lost their signals one by one. The latter's call for help messages resounded throughout the universe in the past forty-eight hours, but the "Kingdom of Gods" was unable to respond to them. any of them. Barian should have given up on these outposts that cannot be rescued and have completely fallen into the imperial occupation zone. He may gather his last troops to prepare for a Jedi counterattack. Of course, he may also be preparing for a great escape. Anyway, this is meaningless. He is Step by step toward destruction, this time. He couldn't run away again.

After the Royal Fleet occupied this "space city wall", it also temporarily stopped sending additional troops to several remote combat zones. The first phase of the military goal has been achieved, which is to destroy the enemy's frontiers and parts of the remote area before they can react. The industrial heart of the capital. Now, it’s time to reorganize our forces and prepare for the next stage of action: If Barian doesn’t plan to take the initiative, then we will crush him all the way to the Kingdom of God to see when he will make up his mind to make his last move. Play cards.

General Planet still looks like hell. This originally relatively lively ecological planet was burned once by eop-03. Although it has been "processed" to a certain extent, it still has a large area of ​​​​the crust in a semi-molten state. . Seen from space, the surface of this dark red planet is criss-crossed with ravines and bright lines: they are rivers formed by magma that are rushing endlessly. Its surface shape is changing every moment, and it changes within a day. There will be new plateaus and mountains rising, basins and canyons sinking, and the next day, these fragile terrains will be replaced by new mountains and valleys. The unprecedented intensity of geological activities has caused the face of the planet to be frequently refreshed. . Only around the planet's equator does the terrain appear to be stable: the temperature there is significantly cooler. And some kind of invisible energy field prevents the flow of magma. This energy field spreads all the way to the depths of the mantle, like countless rivets, "nailing" the crust above it. This ring is where the Imperial military base is located. With General City as the center, we simply established a circle of production bases around the equator of the planet to manufacture grassroots soldiers and war machines. Above this ring, there is a corresponding circle of space factories in space, used to manufacture various types of Small and medium-sized battleships. We personally oversee these projects using Xiling Host. The construction speed of all the facilities was almost as fast as chicken blood. Those little girls worked really hard, and I was very lucky that Pao Pao gave birth to a girl who was half a basketball court long before we set off. Really, you don’t know how subtle the feeling of inner shock was when half a basketball court’s mass-produced bubbles stood in front of you. I even ignored the people next to me who were shouting, “Secret meaning? The art of multiple girl clones!” "The mother of the child..."

There is also a relatively special fleet gathering area above the General Star. This gathering area seemed a bit messy, with various models and strange-looking spaceships parked together. Ninety percent of the spaceships had their engines silent. The size of these ships is compared to that of Imperial starships. Most of them are like small sampans, so much so that they look like a swarm of ants compared with the several Eternal-class "Caretakers" next to them. These ships are like a gray static mist, fixed in a high orbit by a stasis field. , because most of the spacecraft are in a low energy consumption state, they look lifeless, and from a distance they look like a "car graveyard" in space.

These spaceships are the original Merova slave army that we brought back yesterday. What is parked above General Star is only a small part of this huge fleet. More spaceships are now parked on the gravitational boundary of the star system. The Empire The army also has a temporary base there, which can provide sufficient protection for these spaceships - but there is nothing to protect. After all, this space city wall already belongs to the imperial occupation zone, and it is absolutely safe here.

However, when preparing to communicate with these Merova slave armies, we encountered a small problem: the other party did not have a spokesperson at all, or even a relatively recognized representative to send. I tried to speak to the leader of the slave soldiers, but what I got was a twenty-six-page list! On average, every one hundred of their ships (regardless of size, including small ones) can be counted as an independently organized fleet, which has its own so-called commander, and these fragmented small forces have almost no connection with each other. They do not belong to a larger organization, and they do not know much about each other, and there is no uniformly recognized leader, because Barian does not allow such a situation that may lead to the slaves becoming stronger - he sometimes does not trust them very much. Because of his own brainwashing techniques, he simply divided the slave races.

This situation caused Qian Qian and Lin Xue to throw dice for five minutes before they finally randomly selected a few slave fleet commanders to communicate with the top brass of the Imperial Army. Of course, they only had thirty seconds to do business, and the rest Four minutes and thirty seconds... They were throwing dice to compare... If I hadn't discovered it in time, these two living treasures would probably have been thrown away until dinner in the evening.

Throwing dice to select an ambassador seems a bit unreliable, but I don't think there is a more reliable way. These slave races are controlled by Barian in an appalling "state of ignorance." There is basically no difference between each of them in the same class, and the commanders are probably the same. Letting Lin Xue help throw the dice can at least reflect the greatness of the prophet, right?

"Your Majesty, representatives of the slave army have been brought."

At this moment, an inorganic voice came from the door, interrupting my thinking. I looked up and saw that Aura was standing at the door—sometimes I also call her Masked Sister. It seems that the leader of the bees Zuya had no intention of being unhappy—and behind Aura. Followed by three strangers in uniforms, their uniforms did not have uniform markings. It seemed that Barian had never considered arranging the equipment for his "servant army". One of the three strangers was a young man. He looked to be in his twenties, with a strong build and a military demeanor. Standing next to him was a young girl who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old at most. Although the latter Wearing a military uniform, but with his age and slightly thin figure, he does not look like a soldier. Behind the man and woman was an unusually tall and strange-looking alien. The difference between the latter and humans on Earth was quite obvious. He is nearly two meters tall, his skin is light green, his neck is short and thick, his head is larger in proportion to his body than humans, and there is no hair on his exposed skin. I can't give such a strange look to him. Judging his age, the aliens can only roughly guess that he is in his prime: at least, he is also a soldier, right?

These three people have different costumes and have very different facial features. But now the emotions displayed by the three people are quite unified: they are all uneasy and confused. They try to use military qualities to keep themselves calm, but this cannot completely cover up their sense of discomfort in entering a strange environment rashly. I guess the tough imperial soldiers outside also put a lot of pressure on these three strange guests. In any case, the military base of the Xiling Empire is not a suitable place to be a guest, especially in a state of war. The hard and cold iron-blooded atmosphere around those imperial soldiers will definitely make you as nervous as you want. It's as if every upright walking creature here will choose people to eat.

"Sit down, don't be nervous." I gestured to the three slave army commanders who looked nervous to take a seat. Lilina immediately got out from under the table on the other side and came to the three of them and looked up and down. Fan. Then he walked away muttering and continued playing with Ding Dong. The three guests were startled by the little girl who suddenly appeared, but soon the latter's "smart and cute" appearance made them smile knowingly, and the tense atmosphere suddenly eased. I cast an approving look at Lilina, who giggled at me, as if she didn't know anything.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the highest officer here and the highest ruler of the empire. But you can just call me Chen Jun. I don't like rules." I said as I turned off the data terminal in my hand. The three of them looked at each other. I couldn't help but scan the data terminal: what flashed across it was the holographic projection of the "Kingdom of Gods", "How do you feel now? You should be mentally stable soon."

"There was a roar in my mind. I could hardly think at first, but now it's much better. It feels so good to regain control of my body." The strong young man spoke first, "Chen... I'd better call you Your Majesty, here. The soldiers are called this. We are confused now, what happened? All this... this... I'm sorry I can't think of a good way to explain it, but everything I know seems to be turned upside down, and everything I know suddenly With a new look, even my current thoughts seem like they have never been before... I even feel like I am no longer myself. Look, can you explain the current situation?"

It seems that the other party is quite cautious in terms of "etiquette" and "rules". It is probably because the serious soldiers and meticulous officers here made him think that what I just said was just polite. The other party couldn't wait to put forward a series of confusions he had. He needed an explanation to understand whether the world was crazy or he was crazy. I thought about how I could make someone who had never thought about it understand such a complicated reality, and then I made a decision: I took out two small pills from my pocket, one red and one blue, and he wanted to take them. I'll show him the desert of reality after downloading the red one...

Lin Xue glanced at me silently. Before the eldest lady could say something venomous, I stuffed the two chocolate beans into her mouth and the mouth of Qian Qian who was waiting for feeding next to me. Then I took a deep breath in front of the three guests:

"I'll tell you a story about traitors. The story goes like this. A long time ago, there was a group of great people..."

An hour later, my mouth was dry and my vocabulary was exhausted, but I finally made it clear. I roughly explained what the Xiling Empire was, what the Merova people were, how treason and counterinsurgency came about, and what the Merova were. What people usually do is what matters most. In this series of complicated things, I believe that the three people in front of me can understand what role the slave race has always played: although they have been affected by brainwashing education and nerve agents since birth and have never thought independently. , but this does not mean that they are fools. Even the race of Anulili, which was so severely damaged that it lost its mathematical ability, can retain the fire of resistance of hundreds of thousands of people. In front of them, these people have high technology and more freedom. A slave race that thinks about opportunities understands everything better.

However, what I am not sure about is that these slaves have never thought freely and never actively had the idea of ​​resistance. Even if they were suddenly taken off their shackles, would they know how to resist?

Or. Do they know how to translate the words "fight for freedom"?

If you have never tasted the taste of freedom, you will not have any regrets about losing your freedom. These slave soldiers we rescued have demonstrated this well. The most obvious emotion they express now is confusion and confusion. , a large part of the reason is that they are at a loss because they suddenly don't have the "master"'s order. It is said that the resistance organization that Anulili joined needs a year and a half to ignite the fighting spirit of a numb compatriot, but we don't seem to have this time. However, Turazo has already vowed that he can set off a slave rebellion that sweeps the entire universe. I am very curious: this does not seem to be easy.

"Those gods... I mean the Merova people, were they actually invaders?" The strange-looking man with green skin spoke in a deep voice. "Well... I can now recall what they did. At the time, I felt that everything was taken for granted, but now it makes me shudder to recall it, but all this time we have endured everything without any doubt... This is brainwashing strength?"

"Their rule is about to end," Lin Xue said leisurely from the side. "We will kill all the traitors. Well, I just don't know if you can play any role. It seems that even if you gain freedom, you still lack The look of enthusiasm... Well, that doesn't matter, in this war. Whether you resist the Merova people or not actually doesn't matter."

Lin Xue probably wanted to stimulate the three slave commanders in front of him to see how much resistance they had, but the young woman on the other side just opened her eyes in disbelief: "They are so powerful! Can they really be destroyed?" "

This is the result of how many generations of people have been brainwashed and ruled continuously: the image of the Merova people being invincible has been deeply ingrained in their minds. Under this premise, the first problem they have to face in order for them to rebel is to let They realized that the Merovans were actually very fragile. If the stolen technology and equipment were excluded, the Merovans were not much stronger than other mortal races.

"Look at this planet." I casually turned on the holographic projection, which showed a space view of General Star overflowing with magma. "You should have seen this scene in space. This is a military fortress of the Merova people."

The three commanders nodded, they knew this place.

"It took twelve minutes and thirty-five seconds to capture this place," I shrugged. "The Merova people have nothing to be afraid of. Now you are free, but whether you resist those guys is your own business. I can make it clear. Even if you remain silent like this, the Merova people will be wiped out, but your entire race will lose its vital roots, and freedom will become worthless."

Freedom would be worthless and these races would be worthless to the Empire. If they show a completely submissive nature, perhaps Sandora will lose interest in these indigenous creatures and let them fend for themselves in these desolate post-war worlds. I believe that Sandora will do this with her character Decide.

"We should resist," the young male officer spoke. Surprisingly, his expression was calm when he said these words. There was neither fear nor unsteadiness, nor necessary anger. He was just confused, "But we I don’t know what to do. If I resist...are we going to attack their base directly? What about our home? Those places are still..."

"Emergency communication," Aura, who had been standing by, suddenly interrupted the officer's words. Her crystal wings opened and projected a series of images from other planets, which seemed to be Merova and local indigenous people. Conflict scene, "Your Majesty, from the Second Front Communication Network. Barian was very angry about the huge losses in the Battle of the Galactic Center. He directed his anger to those slave races. Now the Merova people are gathering 'examiners' to 'punish' the latter , four slave planets have been brutally suppressed. Turazo has an additional message. He has mobilized conservative forces to contain these 'Executor' troops, but he hopes to start the next step as soon as possible, otherwise the conservatives will be exposed in advance The possibility is very high.”

I was about to speak when I heard a "bang" sound coming from the side. The young male officer had stood up at some point, his eyes wide open, and he punched the table: "...that...that's... My planet!!!”

"Resistance is human's innate instinct," Lilina's voice rang in her mind, "No guidance is needed, just enough stimulation. Boss, please tell Sister Shandora that the next stage should begin. "(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)