C3 A Pig in Human Form

"Reporting, Squad Twelve left the ship at 1325 to investigate. At 1539 hours, the princess arrived at the Genaku area and discovered that two PT's had disappeared. After investigation, it was discovered that it was a special investigation of Squad Twelve. They had been calling for thirty minutes without any response. "Squads seven and fifteen have been sent to search."

Roth gave her a cold look, the reproach evident in his eyes. She stuck out her tongue and clung to the hem of Roth's coat, looking pitiful. Roth sighed, patted her on the head, and sat down on the captain's seat.

"Could it be a spy?"

Spy? The soldiers were shocked. If it was true, they would be trapped in a dangerous situation, let alone exposing their whereabouts. The fact that their long-time comrade was a spy from the enemy was a huge blow to the soldiers. Before waiting for a response, Kiss spoke first. "Impossible, they're all very good people, they can't be spies. Uncle, you must be mistaken."

"Kiss, shut up, Andy said."

"As the princess has said, the possibility is low. They've been in the team for more than ten years, and they've all been sifted in. We've also checked the flow of data over the past few months, and nothing unusual has happened. "

"How far are we from the border?"

"Yes …" About three light years? "

Rota sank into deep thought. She didn't know why, but she felt that all of this was extremely unreasonable, as if there was some sort of connection between these events … However, he didn't know how to make the connection …

"Squad Seven will send back a message!"

"Report!"

"Squad Seven reported No. 1587. Aerial region T552S has discovered the wreckage of three scouts of Squad Twelve. Their bodies are completely damaged and an unknown transmitter has been found beside the wreckage. It is probably used to send signals against the enemy …" "Wuuwaa."

Astonishment, shock, and fear flashed across his face in an instant. The red flames accompanied by his fragmented body drowned the communication screen, leaving the flagship with a blank space created by the interruption of the signal. There was also a group of people who had fallen into a state of stupor due to the sudden change in events.

Rotor immediately snapped out of his shock and immediately shouted:

"Announce level one alert status. Everyone enter battle mode. Driver enter PT and be on standby. Move fast."

"Dammit, so that's the case. I was too careless."

Rotor's reaction was fast enough to flash an emergency red light as soon as it encountered an accident; however, for an enemy who relied on escape for support, no amount of reaction was more than enough to ward off the beam of light, it was nothing more than a dying struggle! A flash of light rapidly approached from the distance. It passed through the heavily damaged outer armor plate without any obstruction, and an explosion occurred! Flames burst out! The body of the ship shook incessantly!

"Reward damage."

"The starboard side of the Genarr is in ruins. Fifty PT's destroyed."

"There was a fire in the 36th to 52nd area, and the O12 ammunition depot exploded."

"Space movement response around us, model confirmed, 6 attack ships, 3 high-speed ships, unknown number of C class PT, confirmed as affiliated with the Alliance's camp."

At this moment, Rotor finally understood the reason behind all of this. It turned out that from the beginning to the end, their only plan was to borrow a knife to kill someone.

In an unknown space, beside the enormous battleship, the Golden-Winged Lion, was also a dark space. The specks of starlight that spanned tens of thousands of years flickered with a dazzling light. However, at this moment, it was obvious that they were distorted.

As if ripples had appeared on the surface of a falling stone, the eight warped spaces continued to rotate counterclockwise, emitting bursts of lightning arcs from the center. The sharp silver horn immediately released from the space, and in less than thirty seconds, the image of the unicorn was merged with the blue sky as the bottom, the silver shield as the scenery. At this moment, including Rotor, he only felt that his palms were drenched in cold sweat.

In another place, there was a burst of extremely excited laughter echoing from the flagship belonging to the alliance. Although it was only one person, there was no doubt about the excitement and desire contained in the laughter. A pair of bean-like eyes greedily stared at the dilapidated battleship, afraid that everything was just a reflection in a water mirror.

"Good …" Fine, after staying in that damned place for so many years, I've finally found a chance to earn some merits! Furthermore, it was such a good prey … "Heh heh heh …"

Lieutenant General Otah Bain of the eastern region sighed. The war zone in the front line should have been filled with fire and the sound of gunfire, according to common sense; but unfortunately, apart from sporadic skirmishes between the two countries, the current emperor of the Empire, Yeresman XVIII, had not been able to produce a large-scale war, turning the best place for merit into an excellent exile. What did this not disappoint him or disappoint him? After so much hard work today, Otah had begun to wonder how he was going to use this opportunity to transfer back to the capital …

Noticing the arrogant look on his superior's face, Lieutenant Jess Ainphent couldn't help but let out a sigh in his heart. For an intangible unconfirmed information, he actually brought a third of the fleet he belonged to into this kind of empty space, a battleship that was destroyed while it was on the way due to a failed jump …

The soldiers were the lives of the generals, but Otah didn't seem to care. The soldiers who had died for no apparent reason because of his momentary thoughts, the soldiers who had resented the unprovoked deaths of their comrades, the resentful and doubtful gazes that woke him up from his dreams and left him with no way of dealing with them. The grey and empty eyes of the people on the bridge made him panic.

What could he do? No, he couldn't. Not only because of his class, but also because of that irrefutable favor of nurturing her. He could only grit his teeth and endure this terrible sin of his …

The difference in strength made Otah forget his enemy's reputation as an outsider. Arrogant and proud, 'it made him blindly confident of himself, and he made a decision that would make everyone else feel foolish.

"Connect with the enemy ship, let us verify the enemy's true identity, let them know who defeated them, and then be a ghost in peace."

The name of the Proud Lion was an undefeated title forged with the blood of countless allies. On the eve of the battle, Justine's heart was filled with anxiety. He had been lying in ambush for nearly two weeks in order to minimize the number of casualties on his side. He was not as optimistic as Otah, but on the contrary, the end of the "beast trap" was not something that the current demoralized Allies could bear. However, what Otah did was undoubtedly to put all of his efforts into waste. He quickly advised,

"Lord, shouldn't we arrange a formation first? After all, this is the Pride Lion's battleship …"

Having been rebuked, the complacent Otah snorted coldly and said,

"So what if you're a lion? What are you worried about, a difference of one to nine? Didn't you see how broken the battleship was? Or do you think our great Allies can't beat a ruined Imperial ship? "

"This subordinate wouldn't dare, but since we have the upper hand, we should make full use of it in order to obtain the lowest amount of damage …"

"Shut up, are you the commander or am I the commander? Is it the opposite?"

"Sir, your subordinate is only …"

Otah whispered to Jess. The words were soft, but the meaning made Jess shudder, and the killing intent in his eyes was so obvious that Jess didn't dare to look directly at him. He remembered that night again, the man's eyes were the same, the same whispers, the same terrifying expressions.

"Don't forget who you are... It's just a dog I've got... You want to command me too? Are you mistaken about something? "Jess …"

"Subordinate... "I don't dare …"

"Humph, remember your status and do your job well... "Connect them."

Hearing the news of being surrounded, the girl, who had never experienced a war, was momentarily thrown into chaos. Panic took over her mind at that moment, and all she knew was that death was not far from her, and tears were about to well up in her eyes. The calm and warm hand was placed on her head, and the calm and confident smile was reflected in her eyes. What was there to fear?

Powerful enemies and weak spots could not shake this group of steel-like troops. Their calm expressions still remained on everyone's face. Aside from speeding up their footsteps and various reports, everything was the same as before, without any change.

With Rotor sitting in deep thought as the center, led by his busy and orderly aide-de-camp, the silent combat machinery was quickly operating; the damaged camouflage exploded outwards, revealing the dazzling armor within. The huge Golden Lion Leap on the ship startled everyone who saw it! The soldiers, who were usually bullied with bitter smiles, showed their unyielding military might. The turret, the missiles, the PT, everything was ready in just a minute. They did not need any orders nor commands. Such a scene made Qi Si, who was in the midst of it, feel proud. This was her country's soldier, the invincible and invincible lion!

"Captain, the enemy has sent a communication request. Accept?"

A trap? A trick? Strategy? The result of Rota's thoughts was still unfathomable. This was not a sign of his confidence, but rather a sign that the other party was a fool who did not know any martial arts. Of course, he would rather think that it was the first kind of person who was surrounded by idiots. This was the greatest insult to his dignity as a soldier …

"Catch them."

When the message was picked up, a third of the images on the screen immediately petrified everyone. In their eyes, the huge body of the commander's chair, full of hanging fat, fat lips like sausages, tiny pupils struggling in the fat, a bulging nose that was open to the sky, was concentrated on him; the client, however, was unconscious and self-conscious, swaying with a glass of red wine in his hand, and wearing what should have been a handsome uniform that was trying its best to expand, to the point where it might crack open in the next moment. Such an extremely strange image could be clearly seen with a single sentence:

"What is this …?" A human pig? "

Qi Si's voice was not loud, but it was very clear on the relatively clear bridge. Even Otah could hear her clearly. His smile instantly froze. In his extreme anger, he still had to smile to welcome her, but the wine cup in his hand didn't seem to be there at all.