I'm a green-skinned tech master

"I know what you're thinking?" Kester interrupted Hanks' brain supplement, "In the Euronia system, even if the Star Warrior Battle Group arrives, counting all the transport ships and auxiliary ships we have, we only have 3 to 400 warships. There are only a few capital ships above the cruiser, and even if the subsequent fleet arrives early, there will be no more than 10 in total.

"With such a fleet size, it is impossible to win against the alien. Therefore, we will face a more brutal ground battle, which is why I recommend appointing you as a general, even if the chain of command is destroyed by one, and the battle can continue. "

I..." Hanks had just opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Kester again.

"General Hanks, I call you general in advance, and I hope you can better adapt to this identity." Later, I will also introduce you to the captain of each battleship, the battle will be difficult, the battleships of the empire are precious..." At

this time, Commissar Kester was silent for a while, "In an emergency, I allow you to order some warships to retreat, preserve the vitality of the empire, and prepare for the subsequent holding." "

Hanks wanted to say, 'How can I leave my comrades and the legion behind, Commissar?' , But after seeing Kester's eyes, he couldn't say a word.

Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire, and every imperial soldier should know the weight of this sentence.

Looking at the back of Hanks leaving, Kester's heart was also much more relaxed. With a reserve command, you can fight as much as you want, but you didn't expect that this remote galaxy would become the end of your life.

If you give yourself a little more time, give Father Carter a little time, build the defense of Euronia III more solidly, and build all kinds of giant cannons and light spear air defense positions....

Unfortunately, reality has no ifs. Kester stretched out his hand to communicate with Pex through the communicator, the commander of the galaxy was tough and loyal, and he used his weak troops to fight him in the hinterland of the greenskin, and he was a rare talent.

At this time, suddenly some information flashed in Kester's mind, the base thief, the insect nest fleet, and the live test all qualified test reports, super combat effectiveness, the people they planted suffered a lot of losses, and those who were alive also reported that everything was fine.

This is so abnormal! Normal people in such an era of war and lack of materials, there are actually no minor problems in their bodies?

Fighting with murderous orcs behind enemy lines, the soldiers of the army actually maintained high morale for a long time, and there were no mutinies, routs, rebellions, which is not normal!

That force is just an ordinary planetary defense force, a large number of supplementary soldiers have recently been civilians, how can their will be so strong!

He was too busy, too focused on the battlefield, production and the pressures he was about to face, and he ignored this information that had long been abnormal!

Kester's brain was racing, and all the irrationality was connected into a line at this moment. No, there is no conclusive evidence yet, and it is not so easy to capture and identify their commanders in an army of millions.

"Guard, inform the Air Force, prepare a Valkyrie transport plane for me, be quick!" I'm going to Fort Glory. "It's always Kester's style.

Two days later, in the fort of glory, in the luxurious aristocratic quarter, Kester walked in a luxurious private villa with a team of guards, fully armed, followed by the governor Cornwall.

"Your Excellency Commissar Kester, what is the reason for your sudden return from the front? The attack of the greenskins is so fierce, the front line cannot be separated from you, is it a problem of materiel and soldiers? We can communicate with each other. Cornish followed in panic, his tone very flustered.

Kester stopped and took a note from the servo skull floating beside him, and after reading the data on it indifferently, he handed the note to Cornwall.

"Governor of Cornwall, you are lucky that both full-body scans and genetic tests prove that your physical body is still a complete human being." Kester said calmly.

His eyes widened, and Cornish looked at Kester with a puzzled expression.

"Not necessarily, your niece."

"Tribis? What's wrong with her? She just went through the birth! Now I am weak and need to rest. "Cornwall was like an outsider who knew nothing.

When Tribis's boudoir was pushed away, Cornwall was still inquiring.

In the room, two maids were serving Tribis, who had just given birth, and Tribes gently held the child in her arms, and the softness of her chest was placed on the child's mouth to nurse the child.

Seeing someone come in, the maid immediately scolded: "The hostess has just given birth!" rude..." The word "disrespectful" was swallowed by the maid, and she saw Kester's murderous eyes and the heavily armed soldiers behind him.

Tribis was even more frightened and hugged the baby and covered herself with a quilt.

"Uncle... Uncle, what happened? I'm afraid..." Tribis's voice was soft and helpless.

In the face of his niece's question, Cornwall did not know how to answer, and he still had not figured out the cause and effect. He had to comfort, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

The servo skull flew forward, its eyes shining red, and carefully scanned both the maid and Tribis.

The shrill sound of the alarm sounded on the head of the servo skull, and the alarm sounded like a signal for war, and Kester drew the power sword at his waist, and the soldiers behind him also raised their loaded laser guns.

The two maids were also frightened, and one maid was beaten into a sieve by a laser gun on the spot. Seeing this, the other maid opened her mouth wide to reveal her fangs, and screamed at Kester, ready to rush up and pounce on Kester.

The power sword flashed, and Kester cut the maid-turned-monster in half with one sword.

"Aaaaa!!a Tribis, who was splattered with blood, screamed, and she fled to the bed with her frightened body.

Seeing the corpse on the ground, as well as the maid's fangs and claws, Cornish was stunned, and cold sweat broke out on his head.

"How so?! How could it be! How can there be alien monsters around my lovely niece? Cornwall seemed to be mad, talking to himself.

Ignoring the increasingly 'mad' governor behind him, Kester lifted his sword, stepped forward, and nailed Trixy to the soft bed, along with the child on her chest.

"Clean up and purify this place with flames, these abominable aliens have defiled the territory of the empire. Investigate all the people who have come into contact with her, not a single one is missing, all of them are fully examined. If there is no time for inspection, it can be dealt with directly with carte blanche, and my recommendation is execution.

Kester, who turned around, looked at Cornwall, who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "Governor, take a closer look at what your niece gave birth to!" There is still a lot we need to do to stop the spread of aliens..."