[Rebirth of the Future] Furutake Era

Most of the recruited mercenaries belonged to the same team or knew each other. A group of people got together and chatted and laughed, but it was lively. Listening to their laughter from time to time, Shiba felt extremely depressed. He leaned on the co-pilot alone Looking at the gorgeous night sky from the position.

In all fairness, apart from the frightening interstellar pirates, the open and beautiful scenery along the interstellar journey is still very desirable. The ship cabin is fully enclosed and the space is very, very large. The journey from the civilian star to the Wanji star is not easy. It's far away, and it can take up to five hours to get there after a journey, so most of the mercenaries are very relaxed. The leader, a bearded warrior, held his flagon high and yelled for someone to send flower cards to pass the time. .

Shiba clearly saw Yin Hela's brows tightened unhappily, and then turned his head away as if he hadn't seen it, but the mercenaries played even crazier, and several of them even let out huge music and jumped up to the rhythm .

Yin Hela's subordinates formed a group and stayed far away from the mercenaries, sometimes squinting at the mercenaries with contempt. Because of the close distance, Shiba could still distinguish their complaints amidst the noise: "The townspeople It's just uneducated."

Eighteen was bored staying still, so he simply asked Yin Hela, "What is a village soldier?"

Yin Hela obviously couldn't understand the behavior of the mercenaries, but there was no way, most of the mercenaries' cultural knowledge was not high, and as a trading company that often had to do business, Yin Hela couldn't make them look bad in person. But he was really holding his breath in his heart: "Here, it refers to them. Most of these second-level mercenaries gathered from the small villages of the civilian star to the capital. They have to rush around for thousands of federal coins every day. Working hard, their taste and culture are quite disgusting, so many companies call them "Xiangbing."

Shiba raised his head and took a look. Under the flared trousers with a big beard, he was wearing a pair of fiery red marching shoes. A machete was tied around his waist with a hemp rope. What was even more amazing was that there were two or three knives on the rope tied to the machete. gold coins...

This is probably the so-called nouveau riche, right?

The bearded mercenary's name was Tuole. Shiba could tell that he was a third-level warrior, not weak, and he was very prestigious in the small group.

A group of people played for about an hour. The night trip will always make people more tired. Several mercenaries who are less vigilant have leaned together and drowsy. Tuole took off the flagon tied around his waist and drank. Taking a sip, looking left and right, he suddenly noticed Shiba who had been ignoring him all the time.

Tuo Le's voice was as loud as thunder, and he laughed: "Little brother, do you miss your wife?!"

Shiba's mouth twitched: "No."

Tuole laughed even louder: "It really is a young chicken! Have you tasted the taste of a mother-in-law?"

Shiba frowned. As a man, it was impossible not to hear the provocation in it. He turned his head and looked over, and he caught a glimpse of the dissatisfaction in Tuole's eyes that had not been withdrawn.

Shiba's incompatibility obviously made him feel slighted.

They are all mercenaries, who come out to work hard to make money, so who is more noble than the other?As a third-level warrior, I can eat and drink with this group of low-level warriors without any grievances, but this kid has a haughty look from the beginning to the end...

Where did he get his credentials?

Tuole rolled his eyes. How could a mercenary who came out to be a mercenary, especially a mercenary who devoted himself to such a rubbish small task, be noble?There are very few third-level warriors like myself who participate in this kind of mission. This kid is so young, and he has survived the peak of the second level.

Tuole curled his lips. In a place like the mercenary union, people who put on airs can't last long at all. The employer wouldn't have recruited him just for the sake of pleasing the eyes, right?It's really unfair, so the appearance is also a bowl of rice?

Shiba snorted coldly, turned his head and ignored his provocations. After staying in the arena for so long, did he receive few provocations?If you have to worry about every trivial matter, you will be exhausted long ago.

The attitude of ignoring is more humiliating than tit-for-tat. Tole was originally just bored on the trip and wanted to find some fun. If the other party retorted, he just had some fun in the name of teaching, but he didn't expect his attack to be like a punch. On cotton, there is no strength at all.

The teasing smile hanging from the corner of Tuole's mouth disappeared instantly, and his face became gloomy——

This kid is too arrogant.

As time passed, Yin Hela became more and more nervous. He didn't seem to be sleepy at all. He ran to the podium and pointed at the pilot: "Go faster, faster."

The pilot had a frowning face: "The speed has been increased to the highest, and it has entered the range of public transportation. In front of it is the most rampant Sammat pirate gathering place. If it is too fast, I am afraid that something will go wrong."

It was obviously the first time for Yin Hela to run this route. The pirates of Samat were notorious for killing people. Every time the caravan passing by heard about it, they were all afraid.

Tuole was spitting and talking about the past with a group of younger brothers: "I think that when I followed a jewelry caravan through the Wilkilia Grand Canyon, the group of Sammat mobs were really beaten by me. ... I was alone holding a two-handed knife, chopping left and right..."

The drowsy mercenaries around sat together in a group, with amazement on their faces.

The fleet has been sailing for more than two hours, and in less than 10 minutes, it will be able to leave this area frequented by Sammat pirates. Perhaps this time, the caravan was indeed lucky to escape.

Before Yin Hela breathed a sigh of relief, the next second, there was a sudden change——

The fleet was violently hit by an unknown object, a huge roar and an alarm sounded, and two seconds later, there was another huge shock!

"Alert! The energy tank at the stern of the ship is severely damaged! Activate the self-protection mode..."

The speed of the fleet suddenly slowed down.

Yin Hela was so frightened that he was about to cry. He didn't expect that he was really so unlucky. Although the Samat Star Pirate Organization did many evils, they would occasionally show mercy and let some small caravans have no oil and water. The batches are all cloth and leather, how much is it worth?How could he be so unlucky to run into an evil star!

The servants of the caravan screamed in horror. It was the first time for many of them to travel far.

Tuole got up from the ground in a flash, with panic still on his face, he yelled at the people in the room reflexively: "Calm down! Calm down!"

It has to be said that he still has a certain amount of experience against the enemy. After a few sounds, the panicked crowd gradually calmed down. At the same time, the third impact on the hull came!

"Open the hatch!" There was a trace of heartache on Yin Hela's face, but he still has a scale in his heart, and he still has a scale in his heart. The people in this large caravan can't explain here, "Open the hatch." Door! Hang the white flag!"

Flying the white flag means that the caravan has surrendered. Yin Hela tried to use a submissive attitude to minimize the loss.

Eighteenth, from the open hatch, the pirates attacking the fleet are riding in several large spaceships that look very strong. The impact equipment at the head of the bed is shining brightly. The hull depicts the spirit of Samatna and the people Stern words: ——Steel Mercenary.

Among the interstellar pirates, the most notorious group.

Yin Hela obviously also saw the writing on the spaceship, and leaned against the wall for a moment, barely daring to move.

The steel mercenaries originated in the Central Plains of Samat. According to the survivors who escaped from them in Interstellar, the scale of the steel mercenaries is very large. There are nearly a thousand people in the whole regiment. There is an inexplicable relationship between them, and their organizational discipline is very strict. After the establishment of the Sammat interstellar pirates, they alone governed nearly half of the territories of the pirate organization.

And this is not the most frightening thing, the steel mercenary's fame stems from a very violent massacre.

Seventeen years ago, when the steel mercenaries were not so powerful, a large chamber of commerce in the federal commoner planet——Time Merchant, once passed through the area under their jurisdiction.

The caravan at that time consisted of a fleet of fifteen ships, transporting a large amount of food and medicine to distant planets.The relationship between Time Merchant and the federal military is very close. Since the delivery is the most coveted food, the federal military specially dispatched nearly a hundred senior federal soldiers to escort, plus the senior mercenaries hired by the commercial company itself, the entire fleet , It can be said that it was surrounded into an iron bucket, watertight.

Originally, they could go around Sammat and take a longer interstellar highway, but at that time, the head of the fleet chose a faster interstellar highway that passed through Sammat star because of his superior strength and the extraordinary ability of his subordinates.

But the next day, the fleet disappeared mysteriously.

All the communication equipment was destroyed. After the federal military tried to contact for half a month, a ship full of mercenaries and soldiers' corpses quietly docked at the port of the federal civilian star.

On the hull, "Steel Mercenary" was impressively painted with silver-white paint!

The other party made such a provocative move, and the military would naturally not sit still. At that time, the Federation of Foreign Merchants jointly signed a letter requesting the military to send armed forces to crusade against the steel mercenaries. The order to crusade against the steel mercenaries was the legendary general Shu Shuhan, who personally Published.

Two thousand military air fleets armed to the teeth set off with full supplies, but when they returned to the Federation, they had already suffered heavy casualties.

A bloodbath that was supposed to be a victory, ended in a loss for both sides.

Since then, the steel mercenaries put away their tentacles and endured the humiliation for many years to recharge their batteries, and just two months ago, they appeared again!

Yin Hela never thought that he would encounter this gang of killing gods. Fortunately, after he hoisted the white flag of surrender, the spaceship of the steel mercenaries gradually quieted down.

"Atofis, the other party has surrendered. It seems that the people we met today are still very knowledgeable."

In the control cabin of the steel mercenary main ship, a tall beautiful woman in a tight combat uniform brushed her curly brown hair hanging on her chest, and laughed and said to the blond man sitting at the front.

Atofi rested his chin and stared blankly at the small commercial fleet.

"After taking the things, let them go."

"Are you kidding?" The curly-haired beauty frowned, "What if they find reinforcements?"

Artofis got up slowly and turned off the monitoring screen, his voice was completely emotionless: "Have you forgotten how my parents died?"

The curly-haired beauty pursed her lips, lowered her head, her face was a little ugly: "Yes."

Artofis' father, the previous leader of the steel mercenaries, was killed on the spot during the last frenzied siege by the Federation. Artofis' mother dragged the young Artofis to hide in Tibet and suffered all kinds of hardships. .In the end, for the future of Artofis, he sold all his vitality in exchange for the current steel mercenary.

Atofis's green eyes were fixed on the window, in the dark night sky, various planets were rotating far away, and the Federation was shining with dazzling light, floating in that distant place.

Artofis pursed his lips, his eyes were unpredictable, and suddenly he heard the reply from the subordinates on the vanguard's spaceship: "My lord, the person in charge of this caravan wants to talk to you."