The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 276 264. Escaped Passengers

The dilapidated smuggling ship was there, as if it had come out of a garbage dump outside the hive.

Blake looked at the ridiculous ship and thought contemptuously in his heart. When he was a kid, he had seen the big men's spaceships and the merchant ships of the rogue traders. At that time, he thought those huge battleships like mountains were so beautiful and handsome.

But now it seems that compared with the clean and tidy ships of the auxiliary army and the high-tech auxiliary systems, those ships look like a group of old goods. Although most of their guard ships are inherited from the former empire navy of this planet, they are much stronger than the crappy ones before.

Blake is now a captain, the captain of a two-kilometer-long Cobra destroyer. Although the torpedo launch tubes were removed from this warship, a smart missile launch system and a plasma cannon that replaced the macro cannon were added. Coupled with an improved and more advanced light spear, it is only more advanced than those distant relatives of the empire. and excellent.

The slow old ship quickly pulled over. There was no way this kind of empire's light cargo ship could outrun the Cobra, and even if they could, they couldn't outrun the laser and plasma.

But this time there was a small situation, the captain of the other party actually wanted to see him.

The two spaceships docked quickly, and Brian came two or three minutes after the other captain appeared in the corridor. He walked forward slowly wearing his coast guard cape. In front of him was a bald middle-aged man, looking at him with a bright smile on his face.

Brian touched his head and pressed the captain opposite him and said impatiently.

"Okay, Engert, we are old acquaintances. If you have anything to say, just say it directly. There is no need to call my buddies here. Can't you just pay the money and get the sign?"

Yes, smuggling ships have to go to these fixed coast guard ships to get the tags. Without the permission of these coast guard ships, they have no way to dock at the port to handle business, so they have to do it. Just like traditional customs taxation, they need to report their ships, crews, goods to be transported and goods to be purchased, but this time the tax paid to the customs has become a "tribute" to this group of coast guard.

However, just because these smugglers pay money here does not mean that they have to pay the tax department when they arrive at the port. Both the coast guard and the dock have to pay, and if one of them fails to pay, he still has to get out.

Although it sounds very corrupt, Kalai usually don't bother to care about such small border matters, because they still need to have more energy to digest those areas closer to their central territory, so that those planets can become their real territories and then Establish order one at a time.

For these border planets, Gray's policy is very simple. First stabilize them, and then slowly boil the frogs in warm water. Only if these territories and the residents on them benefit first will they be willing to follow him.

The bald man laughed when he heard this and said politely

"Captain, the goods I brought this time are a little different..."

"What's the difference? Tell me quickly, I have to go take the next order!"

"This time I brought some people with me."

"Um?!"

Upon hearing this, Blake suddenly became serious. If it's transporting people, that's a different matter, and this kind of thing must be reported. You must know that the Kalai Protoss has very strict control over the population, because once cheating things like cultists and chicken thieves enter their planet, it will be a big trouble, so they must be careful.

"Hey, my old brother, you are going to kill me, what are you going to do? I have to report it first, and then we'll talk about it later."

The other party didn't feel embarrassed after hearing this and asked him to report it quickly. Another spacecraft arrived just two hours later, and medical personnel and officials quickly disembarked. After all, they need to do a lot of checks regarding immigration.

Hundreds of soldiers and medical staff quickly arrived on the ship. When the crew on the smuggling ship carefully opened the hatch, they were shocked by what they saw.

There were at least tens of thousands of people crammed into the cabin, with less than two square meters of space for each person. When they saw the strange soldiers coming in, everyone shrank in their corners in fear, but no one dared to say anything sound.

"What are these people like? Why do they want to immigrate here?"

Brian watched the soldiers and medical staff enter the cabin to examine the frightened poor people, and couldn't help but ask Engert next to him. The bald middle-aged captain touched the scar on his head, stuffed the other party with a cigarette and said

"There is a famine in the border areas. It is said that it is due to the influence of subspace trends. Two agricultural worlds have failed to harvest this year, and many people have starved to death. The hungry people have no choice but to find their own way out, and some people have found this way. Road, want to escape to other places, whether that place is under the Emperor's light or not."

"A natural disaster!"

Brian lit a cigarette for himself and sighed, but Engert sneered when he heard it, and then lit the cigarette on his lips and said

"Brian, let me tell you something. In fact, this is not a bullshit natural disaster at all. An Astartes war group suddenly stationed here. It is said that the so-called angels are preparing to conduct a war on the two planets occupied by the cult. Expedition. The sector government decided to use those angels as a shield to suppress them!

Believe me, those angels and Astra Militarum don't need so many things at all, but the local governor-general reports a lot of thieves to the people. And damn you bastards, if someone just needs a bag of rice, they can spread out hundreds of tons of it! "

"It's really not something humans do!"

While the two of them kept talking, the medical staff and soldiers also discovered a very special existence during the inspection.

"Let me go, why are you so tall?"

Looking at the civilian wearing linen clothes sitting cross-legged in front of him in a corner, a soldier couldn't help but sigh. The soldier had messy hair on his face and head, and was dressed like an ordinary farmer. There was a little girl lying on his knees. Compared to that person's sloppy appearance, this little girl is very clean even though she is also very shabby.

The little girl's hair was combed cleanly and curled into two short braids. She was wearing a washed and faded blue linen dress and pants sewn from a mottled red dress. A pair of black eyes followed her. His hair matched him well, but he kept looking warily at the person wearing weird armor in front of him.

The civilian smiled very meekly after hearing this, and a hoarse voice came from his throat.

"The taller you are, the stronger you will be when you work."

The Tau soldier looked down at the little girl holding a broken stuffed toy tightly on her chest, and then asked

"Where's her mother?"

"Died, starved to death, that mother was my friend and I adopted her daughter, so she is my adopted daughter."

"Tsk... My condolences."

The soldier was silent for a moment after hearing this, as if he had said something wrong, and finally said apologetically. The tall man in front of him nodded and said nothing.

Soon, all the test results came out. The local medical staff conducted targeted tests and found no people or chicken thieves with particularly serious subspace pollution.

Brian threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out with his foot, then patted the old captain next to him on the shoulder and said

"Okay, brother, you can go."

The smuggling ship is moving forward again. This time, they will move towards the colony of Kalai Protoss, where the tens of thousands of refugees will start a new life there.

Unfortunately, the special passenger on board is destined to make this galaxy no longer peaceful in the near future.