After Becoming a Little Sister

But after wandering around for so many days, I didn't find much. On the contrary, a group of giant dragons were exhausted.

Compared with the fighter jets of Blue Star and Earth, the maintenance of the giant dragon itself can be said to be cheap-who can reach a fighter jet with a ceiling of [-] meters and only need a hot ginger soup for maintenance after landing?Isn't that just kicking the accelerator and burning money and flying?

However, the convenient maintainability also brings the weakness of mental fatigue and battery life that the pilot and the aircraft are combined into one.

As long as the high-tech machinery is provided with enough supplies, it can fly directly to be scrapped without mercy. No matter how good the logistics treatment of the dragon species is, if you are tired, you will be really tired.

Even during the Great War of the Three Realms, the head of the legion required that the giant dragon species must guarantee to fly five rests and one rest, and to fly four rests and two rests directly during non-wartimes.

It is only now that everyone has no way to retreat and fight to the death, so that there will be this kind of high-intensity cruise with six shifts completely non-stop, and the entire fleet is in a state of first-level combat readiness.

If this is put into the daily training on the mainland, General Rexxar might go to a court-martial if he does this, but a mismanagement punishment will basically not escape.

When the deck on the flagship side was clear, the giant dragon on the reconnaissance ship's side flew directly over with the two guys. When it was about to register, faced with the dispatcher's inquiry, it raised its neck: "I was ordered to carry the captain of the reconnaissance ship. And staff, check in."

The dispatcher flicked the dispatch flag in his hand angrily: "Okay, I got it, hurry up and put it in the warehouse."

The other party was the vice-captain of the carrier-based aviation brigade, who was famous for being a giant dragon with a prickly head—the pilots of HNA were like this these days, rebellious and rebellious, and he was used to it.

After a while, a group of fleet chiefs who were summoned gathered on the bridge of the flagship. General Rexxar was so busy these days that he lost half a circle of weight. He probably didn't close his eyes all the time. Pointing at the detailed map of the high-precision area that had just been drawn, he shook his head with the alchemy master of the scientific research ship next to him.

"Is everyone here?"

"Well, it's all here."

"It's good to come and come together. The data feedback of the reconnaissance ship is here. Let's take a look, everyone."

General Rexxar squeezed the space between his brows, and handed down a stack of documents that were still warm from the photocopier. The fish skin paper felt like fish scales, and some information that everyone could understand was listed on it.

Everyone scanned the information of these regions with one glance and ten lines, and finally took a deep breath in unison.

"Starry sky?!"

"It's obviously a space channel, why does it open directly to the sky?"

"Is it possible that it is some kind of broken space like a starry sky?"

"Where is the place we are in now, isn't there no way to refer to it at all?"

"Quiet—" General Rexxar knocked on the table: "Calm down!"

Although everyone was forced to be calm, they all kept the posture of whispering and exchanging eyes with each other.

Thinking about it is outrageous, which fleet can encounter such a thing?

After three years of wandering in the sea, I finally found the lighthouse. When I drove over and looked up, I found that behind the lighthouse was the deep space of the universe!

Good guy, you really went to the sea of ​​stars, right?Today is the day when the dream comes true, and the space battleship belongs to me!

"Let's talk about your opinions, this road...what to do."

"Commander, we don't have the ability to explore the starry sky at all." The captain of the logistics ship complained first: "Let's not talk about us, even on the mainland side, it is estimated that there is not yet... at least not too much."

"Let me make a statement." A woman with a spiral dragon horn on her forehead raised her hand at the meeting: "In a non-atmospheric environment, our giant dragons are currently unable to participate in the battle, even with a specialized combat backpack. The system doesn't work."

Several other captains also put forward the same opinion, and they were powerless.

Even if there is a lava hell or a miasma swamp on the opposite side, they are not afraid to go there, and they are great sailors who go ashore to serve as infantry.

As we all know, the combat effectiveness of the sailors of the Alliance of Intelligent Species increased by [-]% after landing, and it is not certain who will fight who after landing.

Their comprehensive combat level itself is the highest in the entire army, so they were selected to participate in expeditions and exploration activities-who would send a group of weak chickens to fight tough battles?

But God can't help this matter, the major is not right, if you have to look for it, the most suitable people in the whole world of grace should be those bird people.

General Rexxar was silent for a while, and looked at the Birdman sitting on the other side, who represented the only group of Flügel and Angels on the ship.

The third fleet is equipped with 360 Flügel and [-] Angels, who are scattered in different positions such as logistics, medical treatment, and reconnaissance. Gang, can be regarded as noble.

In the war of the Three Realms back then, although the human race and the heavens fought to the death, each had their own masters on the battlefield, and those who were really crushed were the dignitaries of the heavens.

Those who can survive to join the Allied Forces of the Intelligent Species are either partners who are committed to justice, or normal soldiers who have not been found to have done bad things in the post-war inspection.

Even after many fighters of the Flügel abandoned their darkness and turned to the light to join the Allied Forces of the Wisdom Species, they broke out with a fighting power of "five times stronger than whitewashing", and in turn beat up the White Bandits.

The Flügel staff officer with two wings folded back around his waist is a proven veteran, and a technical officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel is considered to be at the same level among the captains. In theory, even General Rexxar can't force him to These technicians sent them.

You let the aircraft carrier commander carelessly order an academician to be sent as a scout to try?

The Flügel staff groaned for a while, raised his head and glanced at everyone: "We can give it a try, provided that we need the full cooperation of the logistics ship... But we can't guarantee that we can last too long in the starry sky environment, our current plan , is to collect some deep space samples through the space channel and come back to analyze our location."

In layman's terms, they play a guest role as astronauts, walk outside the cabin, and go to pick up a few rocks and come back.

"Let the angels go?" A captain broke the silent atmosphere and asked actively.

"...Well, the angel species of the holy rank are sure to last for a period of time in extreme environments. If you add alchemy props, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Why would the expedition fleet prefer to let the giant dragons work overtime and work in six shifts day and night, rather than send out angels whose combat effectiveness is not inferior to that of the giant dragons?

Because people can't trust these guys...

Why did the expedition fleet obviously not trust these guys, but still carried a full 12 angel species?

Because they are really good—very good!

Adult pure-blooded angels are even more powerful than dragons and high elves.

If you compare the giant dragon to a heavy bomber, it has high thrust, high load, strong battery life, rough skin and thick flesh that can lick the ground and the sky.

Then these angel species are air superiority fighters, with high stealth, high situational awareness, high maneuverability and other capabilities-powerful suppression of big bombers.

"Then follow the old rules and vote." General Rexxar sighed: "I first express my support. According to my weight, I count three votes."

"Commander, I—" the Flügel staff officer gritted his teeth: "Perhaps we can send a few other Angels to carry out the mission."

"Then it becomes a refueling tactic. Since the angel species of the holy rank are considered safe, then do everything that can be done at the very beginning."

Among the twelve species of angels on board, there are only three holy ranks. The other party signed a cooperative employment agreement with the expeditionary fleet, not simply a subordinate.

Now that he wakes up the other party, and even asks the other party to perform this kind of death mission, General Rexxar has made up his mind to be the villain himself.

A group of captains and staff voted one after another, and in the end, the resolution to awaken the ship-borne angel species was passed with a majority of votes and a minority of abstentions.

General Rexxar stood up: "Since we have agreed, then don't waste time—let the guards and marines come over and bring suppressive firepower."

"General!" The Flügel staff officer hurriedly took two steps behind him: "Let me go, I will try my best to convince them!"

"Don't think too much, it's not that complicated. I issued an order, and they accepted the employment. It's nothing more than exchanging the attack on Luluye for exploring the starry sky. There is no essential difference."

"But……"

"No, but, look up and look at me." General Rexxar turned his head and looked into his eyes: "We don't have this ability, otherwise it could be me or you - they can call me ruthless, You can also sue me for violating the agreement of the Intelligent Species Alliance, but I am now responsible for the entire fleet of 4 people."

So the fleet commander is not going to send academicians out as scouts, but is going to throw nuclear bombs out as explosives.

"And it's just an investigation." Seeing the other party's hesitation, General Rexxar laughed: "If it really doesn't work, let's get a very, very long rope from this side and drag it around his waist. Is it okay to throw him out to pick up a few stones and then pull them back? If you think about it that way, exploring the starry sky wouldn’t be too difficult!”

"..."

PS: continue tomorrow

Section 1389 1255.4-Contacts of the Third Kind (for Blade 2/2

Turns out it doesn't work...

"Rexxar, do you know what you're talking about?"

The special dormant room was filled with air-conditioning, and an angel awakened from a deep sleep looked at General Rexxar with cold eyes: "Going deep into the starry sky?"

"It's not called going deep into the starry sky, it's just simply collecting samples."

"...You may have misunderstood the employment agreement we signed before." The female angel twitched her lips and showed a dangerous smile: "Or, do you think your big ship is very reliable and can withstand the pressure of the ship?" How many times do I hit?"

"You can give it a try, you can even do it now, and then I will declare that you have betrayed the intelligent species alliance agreement, and then execute you on the spot."

General Rexxar almost raised the sign of 'I'm threatening you' on his forehead. He reached out and held the long sword at his waist, raised his chin and looked down at the opposite side.

Behind them is the security team holding a Kreber-style twelve-shot armor-piercing dragon rifle-this gun can directly open a blood hole in the body of an earth-type dragon that is good at defense, and it is understandable to replace it with Blue Star , it is probably the same type of individual weapon that the anti-aircraft gun is placed flat and used as an anti-material sniper rifle.

If there is such a style...

The female angel took a deep breath, and suppressed the anger of being used as a gun: "I will remember your threat, and I will file a complaint with the committee when I go back."

"The entire fleet, only you guys with the same selfish brains as back then, would do this."

"Don't bind me with the morality of your human species. I have worked hard for so many years to advance to the holy rank, not to contribute to anyone." The female angel probe poked his collar: "I can't kill you, But I can survive until the day you short-lived ghosts die, you better hope that your son, your grandson, has the same status as you."

"Do you know why I am not as strong as you, but dare to stand here and order you?" General Rexxar didn't care, and lightly brushed his collar badge.

It was poked a few times by the opponent, and it was already covered with a layer of frost. If he was not the commander and general, the opponent really wanted to kill him.

"...Hmph!" The female angel didn't bother to pay attention to him, and wasn't ready to answer his question.

"Because we can unite, there are countless martyrs who died in battle to contribute to future generations, so even if I am not as strong as you, I can still talk to you with this posture. If I die in battle in the future, then my son, my Grandchildren will only have a higher social status, and you—you can only look up to them and envy them, just like you are jealous of me now."

Angels are long-lived, selfish, fighting on their own, and taking care of themselves alone.

The prosperity of the heavens stems from their strength, but the decline of the heavens also stems from their completely self-centered individualism.

The average individual strength of the human species is weaker than almost all the long-lived species, but no one is willing to fight the current human species...

The existence of a large group may not make everyone live a good life, but it can work hard to cover the bottom line, at least it will not make everyone live a bad life.

Back then, the Flügel rebelled against the Angels, so why wasn't it because of the extreme gap between the rich and the poor?

"...I remember you, and I also remember what you said." The female angel squinted at him, as if wanting to imprint this stinky face in her mind.

"Just remember, don't thank me." General Rexxar let go of the hand holding the hilt of the sword: "Get ready to attack, the logistics ship will provide you with a set of temporary alchemy equipment, you need to bring back at least A sample of [-] kilograms, and we cannot guarantee that the space ring will work in an unfamiliar starry sky environment."

"You—" The female angel's complexion changed, and she couldn't imagine that if she couldn't use the space ring, she would move three hundred kilograms of bricks.

How could the noble angel species move bricks!

"You have no room to refuse. I am now recruiting you to complete the investigation mission in accordance with the authorization of the wartime emergency. Of course, the reward will not be less for you."

"Bullshit wartime emergency authorization!" the female angel spat.

"Then you are saying that the wartime decree promulgated by the head of the legion is bullshit?" General Rexxar stopped in his tracks and looked back: "I can't pretend I didn't hear this, should you explain it?"

The female angel's face froze immediately, and almost subconsciously stretched out her right hand to press her left lower abdomen.

There is a wound on the left side of her lower abdomen, which was affected by the terrifying upright ape sword energy that fought against her opponent when she attacked the heavens.