In a small artificial space station, people were screaming and running away, ominous thick clouds rose slowly, and smoke and dust swept away everything.

Saturday was in a daze, thinking it was the real scene of the Seventh Galaxy that was being attacked. However, immediately, he saw the simple buildings and streets in the space station, and his old appearance was unreasonably familiar. He thought in a daze: "Why, is the Seventh Galaxy so dilapidated?"

And the indescribable sense of familiarity began to hit his heart one after another. In a few seconds, a few seconds, you could almost hear the noise from your chest on Saturday.

Memories began to wake up from nightmares.

No, this is...

In the video, a dilapidated small merchant ship stumbled out of the rain of bullets, desperately throwing two small ecological cabins side by side out into the distance, and then turned into powder in dense firepower.

This scene was something he couldn't get away with when he dreamed of midnight countless times—

The universe is so dark that there is no hope. There is a boy and a girl hidden in the two connected ecological cabins, like two little insects in the drifting bottle. They cannot communicate and can only see each other's faces dependent on each other through the small window as big as a palm... until a missed missile passes through the girl's ecological cabin.

The ecological cabin lost its balance in an instant, and the boy was in a dizzy and darkness in the violent rotation. He struggled in the balanced liquid of the ecological cabin. He watched the tail of the ecological cabin crack, and a large amount of nutrient solution was thrown out like a scattered flower of the goddess. His air pressure changed drastically. He watched his beloved girl struggle in pain, his little face pressed against the small window, and slowly solidified there.

In order to protect himself, the complete ecological cabin, no matter how painfully he said "no", or he would still dispose of half of the damage. That was his first sighting of life and death.

Since then, he has no identity, no origin, no original name, and has become a ridiculous "Saturday".

The blood on Saturday cooled down, and the hairs stood upside down: "Who are you?"

But the other party did not reply.

Zhou Saturday's hands kept trembling. The mecha he was riding in scanned his abnormality and automatically popped out of the medical cabin. The medical cabin was in trouble and almost tripped Zhou Saturday. He yelled at the medical cabin in anger: "Go away!"

He rushed to the analysis computer that the mecha had brought in three steps, but in the eighth galaxy, a vast sea of ​​stars, and how to find it? Saturday's cultural level is not high, and the intelligence level of the small mecha is very limited. After trying it several times, he was unable to locate the source of the other party's signal. He only knew it was from a certain location in the galaxy.

"Damn it." Open the personal terminal on Saturday and prepare to contact the engineering team of the army.

At this moment, the person who sent him the video sent him a message again: "If I were you, I wouldn't trust the people around me so much."

Saturday: "What do you mean! Who are you?"

"The first time you heard someone mention the 'Nuwa Plan', I'm afraid it was in the Eight-Galaxy Self-Defense Forces. Just listen to it? Your whole family was involved in the 'Nuwa Plan' and died because of it. You didn't know anything about it. You followed them to run errands, but you didn't understand anything. Oh my god, there are so stupid and innocent people in the world... I can't even stand it and want to tell you the truth."

Zhou Liu's teeth were tightly locked and his mind was blank.

"I'm leaving the Eighth Galaxy. I know that you are at the junction of the Eighth Galaxy and the Domain. I'll send you a remote communication key to the direction you can read when you pass the next transition point. If you want to know, come to me, young man."

Coincidentally, on Saturday, I just received the remote communication key and immediately entered a transition point in the secret channel. The key was activated immediately. The mecha asked whether to connect to the remote link on Saturday.

Saturday's hands shivered.

Lu Bixing led the engineering team to popularize the principles of transition point encryption and remote communication. The specific details were learned on Saturday, but he had the least common sense of the common sense—

Now the transition points leading to the outside world of the eighth galaxy have basically been detonated, leaving only a secret channel for their own people to enter and exit. In this secret channel, each transition point is encrypted and cannot be scanned by outsiders. If you want to touch it by luck, in the boundless universe, even if they achieve the speed of light, it is almost impossible to find it.

However, in the case of general direction, if someone sends a remote signal to him in a very close place - usually within the same galaxy -, the signal still has a high possibility of sticking to the encrypted transition point. As long as no one is connected, the transition point is still safe. Once someone accesses the signal through the key and establishes a dual-phase connection with the other party, the risk of exposure of the encrypted transition point will be greatly increased.

Saturday thought: "Did this person bully me and study hard and try to trick me into exposing the coordinates of the secret channel?"

He became a little alert and immediately deleted the sinister key. Then, he used the mecha communication channel to call the Qimingxing Communication Station, hoping to seek technical support.

The communication station was delayed for a while before someone answered it. Because the war is too complicated now, all kinds of information are pouring into the communication station like a tide of information. The on-duty staff of the engineering department are busy, and even the interns are arrested to do the record work. The "intern" on Saturday happened to be Lu Biling's student mint.

At this time, the first group of refugees in the Seventh Galaxy had just passed through the transition point between the Seventh Galaxy. Tulan had already prepared a security check channel and only unarmed starships were placed in.

When the last starship rushed past the jump point, its tail was burning, like a lizard with a broken tail escape. When they escaped, they had watched their companions behind them be swallowed by missiles chased by pirates. They had no time to react and could only run forward without any life.

"Damn, is this here to deliver the torch?" Tulan cursed, and she directly opened the spiritual network, forcibly seized the driving authority of the Mars ship, and immediately left the fire of the starship. Almost just after she successfully escaped, the fire triggered an explosion. The Self-Defense Force's mechas formed a circle and supported the protective cover to block the energy and debris of the explosion.

Tulan: "Stop that starship! The power system failed and cannot brake independently!"

Two mechas came out in response, stretched out the fishing nets from left to right, and were dragged out by the out-of-control half-starship.

"Abnormal reaction to air pressure, abnormal reaction to air pressure—"

What's even more terrible is that in the cabin of this out-of-control half-starship, the fuselage was damaged somewhere, and the air pressure was constantly decreasing. Tulan, who had the power to drive the starship, tried to repair it but failed: "What's the matter! Is there a Lin Jingheng on this starship?"

She turned on the radio and said to the passengers on the starship quickly: "Everyone, due to the damage to the starship fuselage, the air pressure is constantly decreasing - quiet! Listen to me! Now you will immediately reach the bottom of the starship, there is a part of the spare ecological cabin, don't squeeze it! Let the old, weak, sick and disabled go first!"

When the passengers in the cabin heard that the fuselage was damaged, they were panicked and rushed to the bottom of the starship, colliding and pushing each other. Someone fell, and the person who fell to the ground protected his head with both hands. The indescribable despair was suppressed and he suddenly burst into tears like a collapse.

The cry seemed to have some penetration, which instantly infected the entire cabin.

Tulan was so popular: "Why do you still have time to cry! You guys..."

"Listen to me!" At this time, an old man sitting in the back row suddenly emerged from the crowd. He was probably a manager before, and a small group of people were automatically around him. The old man shouted three times with his throat, and the people around him kept trying to comfort his companions. Soon, he became a very conspicuous "light" in the chaos. The old man stood up straight in the cabin, "I am Saipan - the mayor of the newly renamed Peace Star 1 satellite city. Everyone knows me, and everyone follows me. Since we can escape from the siege of pirates, how could we die here easily? Aren't there anyone coming to save us?"

At this time, the two mechas had been dragged out by half a starship for hundreds of kilometers, and they were braced hard at the same time. Most of the functions of the starship were in a state of persistence. This forced braking, the imitation gravity and balance system, immediately failed, and everyone floated up in a mess.

The old mayor grabbed a handrail on the cabin and shouted: "Catch the hands and feet of the people next to him!"

People quickly stretched out their hands and feet, grabbed the people next to them as quickly as possible, and in a blink of an eye, weaving a huge net of people. The old mayor's hair was gray and he felt difficulty breathing: "I shout one, two, everyone move down together-"

Tulan silently turned off the radio. Through the spiritual network, she watched these people seem to be growing together, and she gathered them together, struggled hard, trying hard to survive, because she was too pious and almost had a certain divine nature.

The mecha that held the starship quickly extended the docking passage, and the well-trained soldiers put on their space suits and came out one after another, followed by the medical cabin and a large number of ecological cabins.

Tulan suddenly sighed, looked away, and looked in the direction of the jump point. He didn't know whether he was talking to himself or saying to the people around him: "If I exploded the jump point before General Lin came back, Teacher Lu wouldn't turn against me, right? What if he hacked into my personal terminal and posted my naked/photo all over the world?"

The subordinate next to him thought, "You still care about this?"

Tulanwu said worriedly: "But if I am such a sexy beauty, if I accidentally become popular, I will have to pay for his advertising fee... I have finally grown my face and figure. Why should I pay for his advertising fee? It's so unfair, otherwise I'll put it myself."

The subordinate next to him couldn't listen any longer and comforted him against his will: "General Lin has not given the order yet, Captain Guard, don't be too pessimistic."

Tulan shook her head, the hippie smile on her face settled down, and she sighed: "When it comes to this point, he will not ignore the Seventh Galaxy."

The subordinate looked up at her inexplicably.

"He is not the security captain of the Eighth Galaxy." Tulan murmured, "He is the general manager of the Silver Fortress and the last general in the league."

No matter what he said, no matter how he hated the alliance, even if he reached the last second of his life, he would still do his best to arrange these two galaxies.

This seems to be natural and natural.

Even if the alliance does not recognize him, even those people try every means to want his life.

Ulan College may be a brainwashing college.

"Captain Guard, Principal Lu is here."

"Whatever you are afraid of?" Tulan rolled her eyes and thought for a while. She turned her head and whispered a few instructions to her subordinates around her, and then connected Lu Bixing's communication as if nothing had happened. "I knew that any handsome guy is not in tune with me. I was just about to find someone to call you. Hurry up, how can I arrange so many alien refugees? I can't make the decision if the general manager is not there. Come and take care of it!"

"It's here," Lu Bixing had already seen the chaotic situation and boarded Tulan's command ship. He dredged the channel carefully. The entire eight-galaxy waterway map was in his mind. Lu Bixing roughly scanned the situation on the scene and called the heads of various planets and bases several times. He had a good relationship with people and efficiently. He solved the whereabouts of the refugees in ten minutes. Then he turned to Tulan, "When will Lin come back? Tell me the truth, I don't have the authority of Zhanlu's main body, and he will not sync the information for me."

Tulan stared at him for a few seconds, pushed a cup of coffee in front of Lu Bixing.

"I shouldn't have told you, but I hate talking nonsense." Tulan thought for a while and said carefully, "I guess the general himself probably didn't plan to come in from here."

Lu Bixing's face suddenly changed.

Tulan reached out and pressed him: "Don't worry, he has given me an accurate notice, saying that he would take a detour to the outside world. Principal Lu, since he said that himself, can you relax? If Lin Jingheng can't reassure you, there will be no one in this world who is reliable."

Lu Bixing picked up the coffee cup in dismay, remembered something, and put it down again.

Tulancha said with a look of his expression, took the coffee cup and drank it himself: "I'm not afraid to tell you, so I don't intend to interfere with your decision. Do you still doubt that I'll drug you? I don't need such despicable means to catch Kaizi. Who do you think of me?"

Lu Bixing coughed awkwardly, not embarrassed to tell Tulan that these despicable methods were all shown to him by their boss.

Tulan said: "You help me settle the mess here, and then if you like to go find him, I think I don't know."

Lu Bixing breathed a sigh of relief. There is a kind of friend who will give you good advice and everything is for your own good. But there are also some friends who hand you wine and cigarettes, and silently understand and turn their heads when you want to do some crazy things. The former is all very good and precious friends, but the existence of the latter is sometimes even more grateful.

Lu Bixing: "Thank you."

In public and private, he could not interfere with Lin Jingheng's ideas. Even if he used the gentle coercion of "I'm waiting for you behind the jump point", he could not sit at home and wait in such a dangerous situation. He could only go to the other side of the gunfire together. If Lin Jingheng safely circled back from outside the domain, he would come back together, if...

Tulan knew what he was going to do, not because the guard captain was predicting things as godly, but that Lu Bixing would not have any other choice.

Lu Bixing opened schools for the little hooligans and built bases for smugglers. He seemed to be naturally good at sorting out the chaos. He soon built a simple refugee reception mechanism on the eighth Galaxy, clearing the congestion and becoming organized. At this time, the second group of refugees came in, and this time it was much more embarrassing. Several starships passed through the jump point and were already wrecked. They had only time to collect the corpses of the people who suffocated to death on the starship.

Lu Bixing gritted his teeth and headed straight to the mecha mail room of the Tulan command ship. He couldn't wait for a second.

The guards in the mecha mail room of the command ship did not stop him. It must have been Tulan who explained in advance and drove the elevator for him happily. Lu Bixing nodded and thanked him, and was completely unprepared for this "good friend"... until he lowered his head and found that his personal terminal signal was blocked.

Lu Bixing was shocked, but the elevator door had been closed.

Lu Bixing: "Elizabeth Tulan!"

No one answered, the elevator was straight down, and at the same time, strong anesthetics were sprayed out from small vents in all directions, and the white mist flooded him.

After a long time of trouble, using despicable tricks is the tradition of the Silver Ten Guards, and she pretends to be like a human being!

Lu Bixing held his breath, but this small particle of anesthetic was obviously contact anesthesia, which quickly penetrated into the skin. His nerves gradually numbed and his muscles were forced to relax. Lu Bixing used all his last strength to tightly grasp the elevator door, and his unconscious nails slashed into the nail groove...

But it finally hangs down, leaving a very shallow blood.

In the Seventh Galaxy, the pirates of the Wrath of the Society were entangled with the Central Army. If the ancient cold weapon battlefield was used as a metaphor, it would almost be a melee. Although the Central Army had all out, its military strength was not advantageous. The huge Seventh Galaxy, planets, satellites, and artificial space stations were full of people and needed protection everywhere, and the Seventh Galaxy cut their Central Army into pieces.

However, even gravel can flow down.

In the communication channel of the Seven Galaxy, countless people fell off without saying a word, and went dark on the way to the channel, like a starry sky shrouded in haze.

"General," said the guard to Lin Jingheng, "Let's go, the pirates realize that their people are running towards the eight-galaxy system and have blocked the channel. If they can't struggle, there should be no more starships coming."

Lin Jingheng said without looking back: "Give a guard to the Chief and the others a chance to leave first... to pick up Tulan."

Tulan quickly replied: "General."

Lin Jingheng scanned the communication video, but his eyes were fixed - behind Tulan, Lu Bixing was lying quietly in the medical cabin, as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking, and his dream could not be awakened.
To be continued...