The Bizarre Adventure of Tartaros Fleet

"Hi, I'm Xianyu House. What's going on with you? Why do you want to order twenty iron walls all of a sudden?"

Warscythe appears on screen, in full power armor, in what appears to be a ruin in the background.The light of the emergency light illuminated the hall behind him, and many technicians were busy. They seemed to have activated the computer system that had been stagnant for thousands of years through an external connection or a backup power supply, and they were now exporting the information in it.

The Scythe of War seems to be dismantling something just now, and the pliers in his hand have not been put down yet:

[Don't worry about the iron wall, the situation here is a bit complicated, I will sort it out and summarize it later, and then send it to various departments—roughly speaking, 32 wants to hide in some corners and hide a follower. 】

Xianyuzhai nodded, it sounds like a sentence or two that can't be finished, but since the scythe of war said that the matter of the iron wall is not urgent, then he doesn't need to set it as the top priority. And the production line was temporarily vacated, which made him very satisfied.

And Habi showed an expression of admiration—he could guess the real meaning of the other party just by relying on the few words on the order and directly shutting down the phone. Could it be that this is the NEW TYPE that has been often mentioned recently! (not)

The real NEW TYPE, just say [this loli can be my mother! 】【Lin Youde!Hello! 】【Cons!Monitor incense left! 】【My cleverness offends you! 】【Who knows this! ] and other unpromising words. (violent theory)

"Well... I have to make it clear later, this order almost scared me to death when it was photographed."

[Don't mention this yet,] War Scythe waved his hand [Just right, I'll send you a document, you can use the computer in the headquarters to simulate this. 】

Before Xianyu Zhai could react, the information about the Scythe of War was sent over - it was a huge weapon with an astonishing size. A decisive battle gun for fleet warfare used during the Battle of Mu.

Maybe the form and function are similar, but the size is completely different.This cannon is about the size of a Titan ship, and unlike the Titan ship, which has various fleet auxiliary functions, it is simply a super cannon.Even if the other party's technical ability is lower than his own, just this size alone can prove that this thing is powerful enough.

"This is..." Xianyuzhai looked at the technical parameters above - it was derived from the well-preserved internal computer, the more he looked at it, the more rigid the expression on his face was, "What the hell is this? !"

[The super weapon that was dug out of the grave, try to simulate it, and then see if it can be imitated. 】Scythe of War replied 【Maybe it can be of great use. 】

"I will proceed immediately."

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The people who live in this land call themselves Avalil, and that is a pronunciation that has been handed down from the ancient past to the present. Its earliest meaning is no longer known, and no one cares whether it was the same pronunciation back then.They just called themselves by this, and didn't care about other details.

but.For the Evarirs, there seems to be nothing to pay attention to except hunting and sacrifices. Their life is simple and simple. From the distant past to today, they have lived in the forest like this .

But recently, many Avaliers have noticed that many other 'people' have come to the land during this period of time... Young people naturally like novel things, and they are very interested in these visitors; The older ones, however, worry that these visitors may disturb the peaceful lives of the Avariel for a long time.

Some say they came down from the sky on the stars, others say they grew out of the ground.The good hunters approached their camp cautiously, bringing intelligence back to the Horde.

"They were wearing... hardwood." One evening, after the sun had set.A hunter named Carlo sat on a wooden pier and told his tribe what he saw next to the camp, "It also lives in hardwood."

Everyone was amazed while eating the roasted animal meat——

Be aware that hardwoods are not a common occurrence.In the forest, there will occasionally be hardwoods that cannot be processed anyway. Their hardness is beyond imagination. Even if the strongest young man swings an ax and chops vigorously, at most it will leave some white marks, which cannot be cut at all. down.

Many people have thought about how great it would be if they could use hardwood to make weapons or armor, but no one has succeeded so far.

But on the other hand, hardwoods are great places to live.They are usually hollow, with a lot of space inside and cool in summer and warm in winter. Living in them is far better than living in a hole in the ground.

For this reason, the tribe knew of all the hardwood forests in the vicinity, but the place where the visitors' camp was found was a clearing with absolutely no hardwood forests - and there were no cover trees on top of the hardwood forests Vine and moss, but simple hardwoods that glisten in the sun.

What an alluring white, with glowing gemstones studded with it!

Carlo described it to everyone with great interest, and there were people asking questions from time to time, and Carlo knew everything.

"This is really surprising." When the surroundings became quiet, the respected elder spoke, the tattoos on his face twisted as he began to speak, "Are they friendly?"

"That's right," Carlo nodded, "Drem had received their help a few days ago... He was bitten by a giant lizard at that time, and the visitors found him and brought him back to the camp for treatment. De Rem came back and said that they are completely different people from us, they don't hunt and they don't eat meat."

No hunting, no meat?This is weird.

The elder touched the beard on his chin, and asked with great interest:

"Then what do they eat?"

Carlo said affirmatively:

"Wood, they cut the wood into small pieces, less than the size of the palm, and eat them with water. Everyone eats like this. They don't hunt, don't roast meat, and don't sacrifice. There is no smell of blood in the camp. "

He had seen it with his own eyes, a group of visitors moving forward in the forest, and he followed them quietly-he was convinced that he had not been seen.Perhaps this was the case, the group of visitors chose to stop and rest after walking for several hours.They took off their helmets, revealing the faces that were much slender than Avalil's, and then took out small square pieces of wood from the small package on their bodies and stuffed them into their mouths, eating deliciously.

It's a wonder...that someone could live on nothing but wood!

But thinking about it the other way around, this is also a good thing: the visitor does not eat meat, and Avalil does not eat wood, so that the two parties can live in peace without worrying about death or injury due to competition for prey.

"Hmm..." the elder moved his chin lightly, "Thanks for your hard work, Restlin. We now know that these people may be able to survive with us. Maybe we should get to know each other better..."

At this moment, in the camp where the locals became visitors, the antenna was sending and receiving signals, and a small transport ship in orbit served as a transfer station to maintain communication.

Head of State Valenska put the power armor helmet on the table, and chewed a piece of portable compressed food in his hand.This thing looks like wood, but it actually tastes surprisingly good, completely different from the bad taste I imagined before.During the previous several expeditions into the forest, Valenska and his entourage all ate this kind of food.

The descendants of the Double Star Empire followed along the way, but in order not to disturb them, Valenska did not try to contact them, but found a place to rest and eat according to the plan.According to the situation captured at that time, the other party seemed to be very interested in the compressed food he ate. I don’t know if he would want to taste it at that time... (Contemplation)

"Führer, the news here has been sent back to the 'homeland' through the scheduled flight of the regular integration department." The deputy walked in from outside the room, and it seemed that he had just finished his daily communication. "People from the Propaganda Department are screening the information."

"Well, let them sort out the information that can be shown to the public, and then promote it together with the previous ones. Pay attention to guiding public opinion."

The current situation is that both the captured images and the collected samples must be sent back to the parent star for research, so information transmission alone is not enough.But fortunately, Tartarus provided a spaceship with the ability to jump faster than the speed of light to use as a transportation ship for himself, so that he was able to continuously display what he saw in front of everyone on the parent star.

For the top brass, what Wallenska saw here was pretty shocking.They all know the true history of the Federation, and they also know how much the ancestors of these 'primitives' have helped them.

"Understood." Evar replied, "By the way, everyone has basically agreed to join the Consolidation Department."

After several votes, the vast majority of the top leaders of the Third Treasure Star Federation agreed to join the Unity Department, and a few people are still hesitant, but judging from the current progress, it will not be long before everyone will be the same.

After all, everyone hopes to help the descendants of these alien races who once taught them, but—if they don’t join the Ministry of Consolidation, they want to help a primitive civilization so far away from their hometown by relying on the Federation’s technical and financial resources ?

Probably more than 200 five-year plans.

"The benefits of joining the Ministry of Consolidation are obvious." Valenska heard Evar's answer with a relaxed expression on his face.Since this period of time, he feels that his expression has gradually become richer. "We can get a lot of things we need, and... if we rely solely on ourselves, there is no way to help them."

"It's accompanied by risks..." Evar agreed in his own way, "but this is also acceptable. After all, things that only have benefits and no risks at all do not exist in the world."

"Yeah, everyone wants to help them like they helped us before." Wallenska sighed, "But our space navigation technology is too poor, and the financial aspect can't afford another super-large project calculated in millennia. ..."

"Speaking of this..." Evar's expression became a little stiff, "I have something to remind you."

"What is it?"

"Immigrants, have to find a way to get back?"

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Chapter 599 Chapter 543: Transition before the official start

Captain Mooreston was not at peace.

He and his people have been living here for a while, and the care Tartarus has given him cannot be said badly—not to mention the cold quilts on the ship, even if compared to when he was on the home planet, the comfort here Living conditions are also much better.

Although it is a fortress, the living area inside is unexpectedly spacious, the rooms are also large, there is enough food and water pipes, and the temperature of the room can be adjusted by yourself.Rather than saying it is a barracks in a fortress, it is more appropriate to say that it is a high-end hotel.

Originally, before departure, Mooreston received very strict training.Because the colonists are very serious jobs, and the danger is not low, in order to ensure that the colonists can keep calm under any circumstances, they also need to undergo strict military training when learning related skills——

It was a years-long, hard life like an ascetic Puritan: In addition to basic gun use, basic combat training, and physical exercise, recreational activities were reduced; food only guaranteed the most basic nutrition the body needed; and Access to private networks is prohibited.

All this is to adapt these colonists to the unpredictable and harsh environment of the alien planet.The use of firearms and combat training can enable them to protect themselves in the dangerous life they encounter, and there is obviously no means of enjoyment on the different planets. If the colonists are used to a hard life, they can deal with the harsh environment with a normal heart up.

There are a lot of people who drop out in the process, and those who stay are the best.Mooreston was even more so, able to endure harsh conditions, poor food, and remain fully conscious for periods of time despite extreme fatigue.When he arrived at the fortress of the Japari Chapter, he also warned himself that he must not take it lightly here.

then……

The long-lost delicious food, delicious drinks, and a large relaxing bathroom, but more deadly is the warm bed in the room.

Captain Mooreston lived in the same room as First Officer Albatier. This bedroom originally had two bunks, but after it was used as an officer's room, the bunks were removed and replaced with two comfortable ones. single bed.After having a full meal and taking a bath with hot water, the captain and first mate lay down under the quilt, leaned on the soft pillows, and used the electronic screen in the room to casually browse the information on the civilian network of the Consolidation Department (although the translation work has not yet been completed, see the text If you don’t understand, you can only look at the pictures).

Then fell asleep.

The good habit of getting up early in the past has completely disappeared... When Mooreston woke up, even though the room was still dark (the light transmittance of the glass was set to opaque before going to bed), he subconsciously felt It's not yet dawn, so I plan to squint for a while.

When the eyelids were closed and opened, it was still pitch black... This is definitely not right!I touched the electronic board next to it, and opened it... It's already time for snacks at [-] o'clock in the afternoon? !

With adjustable glass and a warm blanket, Mooreston and Albatier overslept for the first time in more than 300 years (really).

"Oops... Oops!" In the restaurant, Mooreston was biting the steaming Japari steamed bun, with pink iced champagne in the glass next to him, and he was eating with a serious expression on his face, "It is comfortable here It's too much! Isn't this completely defenseless!"

Aliens may be friendly, but that's no reason to relax—

To be honest, he is actually very confused now.The mission assigned to him by his home planet was actually not completed by him, and Captain Mooreston didn't know where he should go.

Days like this continued for several days, and he also had several conversations with Captain Okita who won the unequal race on the way—it was a very experienced old man, he came from a country that had been devastated by war. Civilization, in order to save his hometown, the old man commanded a warship, started a distant and amazing expedition, and finally won the victory.

Mooreston could feel that this kind old man had the spirit of being a powerful commander, but he also had the conversation of a scholar, all of which made him feel impressed.

This was a great man, and Mooreston was lucky to have known him.But when I think of this planet, only regret and bitterness remain in my heart.After this, what should I do?

In the huge universe, where should I go?

Back home as a loser?

Continue to live here like a parasite, and won't move unless the other side mentions you?

Or find a new planet and continue the journey?

No matter which one it is, there are reasons to choose, and there are also reasons not to choose.He didn't know how to choose, and every time he thought about this problem, the captain would feel a headache.

Moreover, I provided them with the coordinates of the home planet, so they must have been in contact with the people on the home star by this time, right?For a guy like myself who failed to complete the task, what should everyone think of it—you know, launching a colony ship is not easy, and it takes a lot of manpower and material resources before and after. If you fail, it means that all of them All my efforts were wasted, what kind of face does this make me go back?

This feeling got stronger and stronger as time went on here.

"Maybe we need to find a place to exercise. There should be some here? A place to exercise or something?"

And some proper physical exercise can make him get rid of these uncomfortable problems temporarily.

"Of course there is," the girl in charge of the reception replied, "There is an arena and a shooting range here, and there are a lot of equipment. If you want to practice combat sparring, we can provide the venue, but we don't provide sparring personnel."

"Hmm! Thank you very much!"

The aliens seem to be defenseless against themselves - they even open shooting ranges to themselves, whether it is pistols, rifles, or stationary heavy weapons, they can use them at will.These alien weapons are quite powerful to fight, but they are generally heavy and not easy to hold.Among them was a weapon known as the 'Volgo', which Mooreston could not even lift from the rack.

The accompanying little girl with animal ears explained that this is a weapon that can only be used after being equipped with power armor.She also introduced in detail several types of power armors currently in service. Although she did not try them herself, judging from her description, the performance of these power armors is amazing.

Moreover, Mooreston didn't think she was lying - he had seen the power armor used by the Japari Chapter before, even in the universe, it could move easily, move freely, and carry heavy weapons.They have shown a very high level of technology so far, but in Mooreston's view, they did not particularly care about the disclosure of certain technical parameters.

Could it be that this is actually not the main equipment, but the second-rate equipment that has been replaced and used by the reserve soldiers?

Despite doubts of one kind or another in his heart, Mooreston still had a good shot, and then sweated with the first officer in the training area next to him-even though the sports field was indoors and there was no hot sun, the laps were still laps.The two men ran around the track with heavy loads on their backs. With the constant exercise, they even felt that the physical energy lost in hibernation was gradually restored...

Then because of the fatigue caused by the exercise, the two went back to sleep again, and woke up a little earlier the next day, but it was almost lunch time.