The eighth galaxy standard time is 10:00 am.

Votto Standard Time, 18:25 pm.

Tulan only brought thirty mechas, but not small mechas, but the super-time and space heavy armor produced by the Eighth Galaxy itself.

For the most elite vanguard army, "Thirty" is a magical number. No matter how small the firepower is insufficient or high, a certain degree of mobility is sacrificed. Thirty mechas in Tulan's hands can be like ghosts or sharp knives. She listened to the busy communication sounds from the opposite Rose Heart, and the preheated muzzle was hanging, like a peerless swordsman with a sword hanging across her knees, with a very quiet expression - so quiet that she almost didn't look like a bull.

"General Tulan, the Expedition Expedition Expedition Expeditioner reports to you."

"Yeah, come on." Tulan nodded and looked at the mint wearing the researcher's white coat walking towards her.

"General, I was ordered to send equipment support. Sixteen experimental starships equipped with amplifiers are ready," Mint raised his hand, and the personal terminal automatically popped up. The detailed and complex equipment anatomical diagram was laid from the ceiling to the ground. "Simply put, natural wormholes are very easy to collapse. The work we did before was to prevent this collapse so that they can pass safely. Now the interference waves on these sixteen starships will play the opposite role, causing energy disorder in the natural wormhole area and blocking the wormhole area within a certain period of time."

Tulan asked: "How big is the 'mesh' after the blockade, and how big is the bug that may be penetrated?"

Mint: "Even if a beetle-sized mecha flies across the opposite side, it will cause the wormhole to collapse and be involved in the turbulence of time and space."

"Okay, stand by and wait for the command center's instructions."

Mint breathed a sigh of relief, everything was ready, waiting for the results of the meeting of the command center.

Mint suddenly said, "I don't know what the command center will give... General, are you also a Votto?"

"Hmm? How could that happen?" Tulan smiled, "Do I look like a rich girl?"

Mint blinked, Tulan's hands were very rough, which was caused by years of rigorous training. The long military career allowed the military temperament to cover up everything.

"I was born in the fifth galaxy," Tulan said. "At that time, the extracorporeal baby cultivation management bill had not been issued. Private baby cultivation centers had just emerged and were in chaos. A private baby cultivation center had just opened an event and found a group of newlyweds to participate in the event. The first prize was to collect cells from both parties for free to cultivate a baby - I was the one who played games and gave it to the baby. Before I was ‘born’, my parents broke up and threw me to the baby. The baby cultivation center was later illegally banned and we were taken away by the government. Later, because of my outstanding mental strength, I was confused and was selected by the Silver Ten Guards as a reserve army. I was almost the last batch of reserve troops, and later I stopped recruiting people. It is said that it was General Lu Xin's suggestion that I wanted the Silver Ten Guards to slowly integrate into the alliance. In the future, I would start recruiting people from major military academies like ordinary teams... It's a pity that it was not realized."

Mint asked: "Then do you miss home, general? What if one day we confront the league, what will you do?"

Tulan avoided the important things very briefly: "I have a commander, of course I obey orders unconditionally."

Mint asked: "Then do you still...the declaration of freedom of faith?"

"Believe it," Tulan answered without hesitation, but she paused and said, "But I'm going to hide it from you, little girl, it feels great to be able to obey orders and not take responsibility for everything."

Mint:"……"

Tulan took the lead in violating the rules of banning open flames on the mecha and lowered his head and lit a cigarette: "Mr. Ye is good at dragons, and he will still fight for dragons. People, come on, pick me up the command center of Galaxy City, and I will suck some handsome men to replenish their spirits."

Galaxy City Command Center—

"We have been sending calls to the call, and it has been sank to the sea." Li Fran's face was as deep as water. "We have reason to think that the Alliance has a lot of opinions on the independence of the Eighth Galaxy... Yes, General Secretary Lu, just before the communication was disconnected, our First Guard's intelligence department managed to enter the Alliance's intranet. In the Votto Daily not long ago, we found a report on the speech of the Eighth Galaxy, which was titled "Resolutely resisting illegal independence, and the Alliance Central refused to have a 'diplomacy' call with it."

Anakin shrugged and said: "It at least proves that Duke did not intercept the information we sent to the Central Committee of the Alliance."

Thomas Yang was afraid that Lu Bixing would not understand the Votto Daily, so he quickly explained to the side: "Votto Daily is the pug of the Central Alliance. Who is the Central Alliance referring to and who it calls for, it is famously shameless. When sales fell in the past, they dragged the commander out and scolded him. My commander is their food and clothing parents, and the market guarantees."

Seeing that his brother was unreliable, he was running on the mecha with his mouth full of words, and was afraid that he would anger the commander again, he kicked Thomas under the table: "His focus is that the attitude of the Votto Daily represents the attitude of the Central Committee of the Alliance."

After saying that, he glanced at Lin Jingheng carefully. However, to his surprise, although Lin Jingheng looked a little inexplicably tired, his face was fine and very peaceful, and he had no intention of losing his temper: "Continue."

"We have also collected some unofficial discussions. Many folk statements have never been groundless, and some information has been extracted from them," said Li Fulan. "First, the alliance is worried that the Central Army will not obey the leadership; second, the galaxies are also worried that the alliance will return to the pre-war period and become such citizens again; third, there are rumors that General Lu's rainbow virus experiment was successful, and there was a super armed force who was always ready to invade the alliance - I think this rumor reflects the alliance's fear of 'outer-domain pirates', and it also shows that the military cannot give the people enough confidence."

Lin Jingheng frowned and quickly exchanged glances with Lu Bixing.

Li Fran didn't know that this so-called "rumor" was not all fabricated. The successful case of the rainbow virus experiment was in this conference room, but he gave up and took it a step further.

However, Lu Bixing's experiments were carried out in secret, and the Eighth Galaxy has been closed for so many years. Why do such rumors appear?

Lu Bixing smiled and touched Lin Jingheng's shoes under the table: "This is OK, General Li, it's not a rumor. I do have a super armed force that looks down on me. Aren't you all here?"

Tulan said quietly on the remote communication terminal: "A gay man gave a group of men a ecstasy. The morally degraded 'photographer' scene, the commander, who blushed? I will remember it for you."

Li Fulan coughed dryly, glared at Tulan, and continued to say seriously: "Just judging from the content of Order No. 306, as well as the magnitude and position of the second increase in the league, the alliance is hostile to us, which is very strange."

The First Guard Captain stood up and opened his personal terminal. The huge data was spread on the conference table like a flow of data: "This is all the data collected by the First Guard more than two hundred days ago, including organization, combat effectiveness, armed forces, orders of magnitude. After we sorted out, we believed that if this trend continues to develop, the military strength of both sides will remain relatively balanced within two to three years. Then it depends on the game between major galaxies and the central government and whether there will be a technological explosion."

"At that time, because the Central Army protected the Alliance, the Alliance was forced by the situation and allowed us to leave, and did not express an independent opinion on the Eighth Galaxy. According to your inference, it was only more than 200 days, and the game between the Alliance and the Central Army was unlikely to be one-sided. Then there were two situations. Either Order No. 306 had other meanings. The Alliance did not target the Eighth Galaxy, but used this attitude to cover up something; or the Central Army and the Alliance reached an agreement on the Eighth Galaxy issue, and both believed that we were a threat and my emotional card had expired." Lu Bixing said this and turned to Lin Jingheng meaningfully, "It seems that there is no contract in black and white, the emotional card is not reliable, commander."

Lin Jingheng didn't react at all to his implications, and nodded seriously: "I prefer the former - I don't know whether it is difficult for the alliance and the Central Army to reach an agreement, but it is very simple to destroy their alliance at the critical moment. After all, there is a list of forbidden fruits in Zhanlu. I didn't say anything about Rose Heart for what it is, Wolf should know it."

After he finished speaking, the entire conference table, along with Tulan, who was far away from the wormhole, was silent. The group of people stared at him. Lin Jingheng raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "What's the problem?"

The generals of the Ten Silver Guards collectively lowered their heads like quails, and they all said that there was absolutely nothing, and the commander said everything was right.

The commander is very clear and not slow at all. It must be because the general proposal is too obscure.

Lu Bixing looked at him with a little helplessness.

Lin Jingheng: "So Order No. 306 may have another function - intimidating us to close the passages in the natural wormhole area."

"Indeed," Lu Bixing restrained his joke and gently lit his fingers on the table, "When the situation is complex and the information source is single and thin, the terrain of the eighth galaxy is easy to defend and difficult to attack. For us, the best solution at present is to close the wormhole passage. The expedition team should send the jamming ship to Tulan, right?"

Tulan: "General, it has been received."

"Think of the other side, I don't know much about my information, so this is more like a bet against Jingheng by several mysterious forces," Lu Bixing said slowly, "With the lessons of the seven or eight galaxies, will you repeat the same mistake when you come back for a lifetime?"

At this moment, Tulan suddenly rang, and the conference room's eyes focused on the communication screen.

"There is an abnormal energy fluctuation across the wormhole," Tulan said in a deep voice. "It should be something that tried to pass through, and it also mixed with some communication information - mint!"

“Yes, decode it immediately.”

Lord could feel that his human-machine matching had dropped to a very dangerous critical point. Under the cover of his colleagues, he escaped from Duke's heavy armor and was chased by the "dysfunctional" pirates. At this time, the missile was shot empty, and the high-energy particle cannon on one side exploded. Fortunately, he escaped quickly. Even so, the fuselage was damaged and the gravity and air pressure could no longer be maintained in the mecha. Lord put on his space suit, tied himself up and fixed it, and stabbed the last soothing agent into his body.

The spastic muscles made him curl up in pain - and persist for a while, Lord thought that it was about to reach the Heart of the Rose.

Through the mental network, he gritted his teeth and looked at the pursuers behind him. The soothing agent forced his mental power. Lord shouted and made the fifth emergency jump. An unbearable sense of tearing came. The alarm sounded in the mecha and the eyes went black.

The emergency leap was successful!

He returned to the heart of Rose, where the First Galaxy Border Guards were heavily guarded, and the pirates did not dare to chase after him!

Lord was relieved. At this time, a long-range signal swept over, and the border guards were about to check his identity. Lord breathed a sigh of relief: "I am the representative of the border guards stationed in the First Galaxy. Colonel Lord, who was ordered to accompany General Duke back to Votto, was attacked by the Wyndham pirates on the way. General Duke was assassinated. Hurry, I want to talk to the Eighth Galaxy..."

Before he could finish his words, he was locked by his cold muzzle.

Lord was stunned: "I am..."

"General Duke ordered the severance of communication with the Eighth Galaxy, and our army had a traitor." The other party said coldly, "If you don't want to die, remove your armed forces and wait for fishing on the spot, don't play tricks."

Lord's mind was blank, and he clearly listened to his heavy breathing. The next moment, several mechas of the border guards surrounded him. The innocent colonel lived peacefully for decades, and was once again pushed to the storm of the times. He really felt the shocking tide below.

"Go to the Eighth Galaxy and find Lin Jingheng."

"Ask for help from the Eighth Galaxy—"

Lord suddenly used the remaining energy to accelerate the mecha to the maximum. The small mecha, like a broken copper-iron, bounced out suddenly. At the same time, the other party fired a cannon at him mercilessly. Lord's protective cover had long been wiped out. As long as he was wiped by the cannon, he would immediately turn into a scorched earth. He didn't dare to look back, and he relied on his instinct to dodge left and right. However, how could the mecha pass over the particle cannon quickly?

You can see the superimposed particle cannons pounced towards him on the spiritual website.

Lord closed his eyes.

At this moment, several mechas suddenly appeared, and temporary protective covers were added to Lord's small mecha, which barely matched the particle cannon that hit. The huge energy impact pushed Lord's small mecha towards the heart of the rose with huge gravity.

"He has accomplices!"

"This model of mecha is a dysfunctional, and it is indeed a traitor!"

Lord suddenly turned around in the mental network and found that the few small mechas that saved him had a sign of dysfunction. What's going on? Lord felt that his brain was about to explode, but as the wormhole area approached, he had no time to think about it.

The First Galaxy Border Guards used a signal shield. Lord gritted his teeth and directly hit him with his fuselage. A bloody message penetrated the communication blocked and arrived at the Eighth Galaxy: "General Duke was assassinated and died. Marshal Woolf was controlled by them. Please help the Eighth Galaxy! General Lin, save us!"

Tulan suddenly stood up: "What did you say? Duke is dead!"

Lord's mecha caught fire, and he couldn't open his eyes in the violent explosion. Then, the tail of the mecha was hit by a missile that followed. A small amount of gas in the cabin exploded like a firework of the small mecha that was breathing, like a match that only burned for one second in his life.

That year, the young man knocked on the general's door, touched his heels slightly, and gave a standard greeting nervously: "General Lin!"

The man turned around, most of his face hidden in the shadow, only a cold side face and gray eyes were revealed, and he nodded slightly to him.

Lord heard his heart beating wildly.

"Andrew Brandon Lord, a 260th honorary graduate of Ulan Academy, reports to you. I hope to follow your footsteps and fight for the alliance for life, and long live the declaration of freedom!"

Hope to follow in your footsteps...

"boom"!

"Wait, General Tulan, another piece of communication." Mint said in a deep voice, "The decoding is about to be completed..."

"This is the First Galaxy Border Guard. I greet the Chief and Commander of the Eighth Galaxy. General Duke ordered us to disconnect from the Eighth Galaxy in a crisis situation. General Duke is currently missing. Whether he was assassinated is unknown. There are pirate spies in our army. He forced his way through our army and sent false news to his compatriots in the Eighth Galaxy. Please do not believe it easily. Repeat it, do not believe it easily-"

The latter is reasonable and a video clip of a military recorder is attached.

Tulan suddenly turned to the communication terminal: "Commander!"

The eighth Galaxy Standard Time is 13:34 pm.

Votto Standard Time, late at night 21:59.

In the wormhole area of ​​the eighth galaxy, sixteen interfering starships released interference at the same time.

The hesitant eighth galaxy encloses the wormhole passage.

At the same time, the news flew to the Secretariat of the Union Parliament and "Never Island".
Chapter completed!