214,technical sports
A huge AA-9 cargo ship fell from the sky and landed in a remote desert on the planet Seria.
This primitive planet does not have any means of monitoring the sky. For a planet, the AA-9 cargo ship's more than 300-meter-long hull is still too small.
The hatch opened, and in the vast cargo hold, there were several rows of weapon racks neatly arranged, full of weapons. Among the several pallets on the ground, ammunition boxes piled up in mountains!
As if for some bad fun, these boxes were spray-painted with a Santa Claus pattern. Of course, these people didn't know the meaning. They only knew that it was an old human man wearing a red cotton jacket.
Yuri Orlov got off the cargo ship wearing sunglasses and holding a cigar in his mouth. Two T-850 attendants immediately came over and put a windbreaker on him, looking very stylish.
His younger brother Vitaly Orlov also wears sunglasses and smokes cigars, but he only wears a shirt and vest, which is not so eye-catching.
Dor-Femi-Bonmi, the elder of Seriya planet, Broon, the representative of the Galactic Republic, and the underworld boss Ifant-Mon were already waiting here. Seeing the tens of thousands of automatic rifles in the cargo hold, they all shouted in unison
Laughed loudly.
And in the cargo hold, there is also an MNLAV-21 Pathfinder-class light attack vehicle parked! However, this vehicle is not in desert painting, but has slogans like Long Live Technology written all over it, and the attack vehicle
The turret was also demolished and replaced by a podium with a microphone.
"I really have you, Santa Claus! This is so great! Hahahaha!!" Blondang went up and hugged Yuri Orlov warmly. "If this operation is successful, then I will be the 30 people sent by the Republic.
The only successful one among the many special envoys!! According to the law, I will be automatically promoted to the plenipotentiary representative of the Seriya planet, responsible for all affairs of the Republic and the Seriya planet!"
Yuri took a puff of his cigar and then said: "There are 100,000 assault rifles, 15 million rounds of ammunition and 1 million rounds of non-lethal rubber bullets. Is that enough?"
"Enough! Enough! Enough! Hahahaha!" Elder Dole nodded and bowed.
"No...not enough!" Yuri shook his head, "Planet Seriya has a population of 450 million! 100,000 rifles? Including daily training and wear and tear? Tsk tsk tsk. Elder Dole, my
Friends, this is just the beginning, do you understand? It’s just the beginning. Only those who control the army can control political power, and you are the one who controls the army! And I am just the Santa Claus who delivers milk to the army, hahahaha!”
In the cargo bay, more than 100 B-1 robots have begun to carry weapons and ammunition to floating trucks to be sent away.
Although the planet Serria rejects civilization, it still has some technological products through the infiltration of Jabba's forces and the efforts of the Republic, and this hover car is one of them.
Looking at this mountain-like weapon, Elder Dole felt that his body was shaking. He seemed to have touched the position of the great elder! He smiled and said: "Of course, of course! As long as the technical movement is successful
, I will set up a special Santa Claus Day to commemorate your outstanding contributions to us in the past few years."
"That's called Christmas." Yuri patted him on the shoulder, "How much time do we have?"
"The Council of Elders is expected to hold a discussion in four days, and it will take at least three days for our team to march from the castle all the way to the capital city of Tekaf, so we must act as soon as possible." Elder Dole said.
"Then what are we waiting for? Hahahaha!" Yuri laughed.
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One day later, planet Seria, castle.
This castle specially built for outsiders from the planet is very wide and can accommodate at least tens of thousands of people. But today, there are far more people than the capacity gathered here!
Most of those people were natives of the Seriya planet, and most of them were young people. They came here with great excitement, looked at Elder Dole who was giving an impassioned speech on the high platform, and waved the slogans in his hands and cheered loudly.
Under the stage, many formal members of the technology movement were busy. They distributed a mechanical palm-shaped pendant to the participants and asked them to hang it around their necks as a symbol of the technology movement. Then they began to distribute holographic projectors and portable LED screens.
Replace the slogans written on pieces of cloth in the hands of these people.
Some people also hang many mechanical parts on their bodies to express their yearning for advanced technology.
And this time the real core force is gathering in front of the high platform where Dole is located!
It was an army wearing silver-white uniforms! This army was all Serlians, with unique metal helmets on their towering foreheads, like tall hats.
These are the true fanatical supporters of the technology movement. They are even willing to sacrifice their lives and blood for the goals of modernization, industrialization, and technology! And each of them holds a Type 21 assault rifle in their hands!
Yuri Orlov was smoking a cigar, looking at Dole Femi Bonmi who was giving a speech on the stage, and turned around with a smile and asked: "My dear Ifant, aren't you going?"
"This is not an occasion where I should appear." Ifant-Mon's voice was very low, "Jabba has already known the progress here, and he is very happy. You should know what those who make Jabba happy will get."
As he said that, he turned around and said: "I'm going to visit the planet Tatooine recently. There are some changes there. After the matter of Seriya is settled, come to Tatooine to find me. If you can solve the problem of Tatooine,
Question, Jabba is willing to establish a true friendship with you, and no one in the entire galaxy will dare to hurt you."
Then he left without looking back.
Yuri Orlov took another deep drag on his cigar, turned around and continued watching the speech.
"...Now! Let us move towards the city of Tekaf! Towards our future, move forward!!"
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The mighty team began to march along the gravel road leading to the capital of the planet Seria.
At the front of the team were four fully armed teams. In the center of each team was someone holding a holographic projector, which projected the holographic image of Elder Dole's speech and played it repeatedly.
Immediately behind him was the MNLAV-21 Pathfinder-class attack vehicle. Elder Dole stood on the roof of the attack vehicle, which was originally a turret but has now been converted into a podium. Flowers were placed around him.
He patted the microphone gently to check the sound, and then waved to the people around him with great satisfaction.
Behind them, there are 5,000 believers in the technical movement. They are armed with Type 21 assault rifles, which are filled with non-lethal rubber bullets. But just in case, everyone also has two magazines with full-power armor-piercing bullets.
And a huge team that exceeded the number of people followed, becoming an unstoppable torrent!
This chapter has been completed!