A New Black History of Eden: An interesting account of the Federal Navy may illustrate the whimsy and unreality of the designers of the Gaddari ship.

During a minor border encounter, the Gadari flew fighter jets of some kind of humanoid design.

Oddly enough, the fighter may have been lasered, as witnesses saw the fighter shoot a number of colorful beams.

However, the fighter's combat effectiveness was a hilarious comedy - in the course of the half-hour battle, the fighter caused a total of nine percent damage to the energy shield of a Tristan-class frigate.

Towards the end of the battle, the ingenious fighter was caught in the wake of a Torlex-class cruiser's ionjet thruster and disappeared.

Witnesses have suggested that the fighter may have been piloted by an Ahr pilot, as he had heard a battle cry similar to "Olewa Gangdamu" on public channels when the fighter appeared.

Oddly enough, Gadari has always denied that they had such a design, which they denounced as "extremely brain-dead and can only be come up with by a second-year high school hot-blooded fool." ”

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"Humph! What a bargain for him! The soldier behind Masach spat at him.

"Alright, Mark. There should be people inside, we didn't wear armor when we came out this time, you should be careful when you go in. The former soldier said to his companion.

"Okay, Ben. Then the door will be handed over to you. Mark said to his companion.

At this time, Erist asked in the communication channel, "Has the gate of the outpost been taken?" ”

"Report to my lord, Mark and I have taken the gates of the outpost. Moreover... He looked at the unconscious Masage at his feet and continued, "And we have also captured the suspected organizers of these slaves." ”

"What?! Quickly unloaded his jaw, knocked out his teeth, and broke all my limbs. Check his mouth again for suicide poison to prevent him from committing suicide! He probably has the intel we need in his mouth! Erlister's overjoyed voice came from the headset.

"Yes, sir." Ben said as he stomped off Masacki's left hand with his military boots with ceramic steel plates.

"Ah!!h

Masach, who was originally unconscious, let out a scream, and he was awakened alive by severe pain.

"Ahh Hand! My hand! Masach clutched his left arm with his right hand and screamed.

Beads of sweat the size of beans poured out of his dark skin, then soaked his clothes.

Ben looked coldly at Massacki, who was curled up on the ground and rolling around with his arms in his arms, and he kicked Massacki's right arm away with his foot. Then put your left foot on his chest and your right foot on his right hand.

Ben raised the butt of the rifle in both hands downwards and slammed it downward.

The heavy butt, which was deliberately added to it for the convenience of fighting, made a crisp "click" sound after colliding with the fragile human skeleton, and a howl that was even more terrible than the previous one came from Masage's mouth.

"Ah!!h

Feeling the pain coming from his right arm, Massach howled and cursed Ben: "Ah! Damn it... Emma people! I... Curse you ... Come to a sticky end! ”

"Ahh Another scream.

Ben withdrew his foot from the fracture in his right arm, and he disdainfully said to Massach, who was staring at him, "Oh? Is it? Anyway, before I return to the arms of God, those of your fellow citizens will pay a terrible price! ”

"Haha... You dream ... Emma people ... Republic... It has already been dispatched ... A mighty fleet ... They... The trap has been laid a long time ago... Just wait... OUR SOURCE REALM ... of our compatriots to launch ... Uprising... When the time comes... You damned aggressors ... All will die here! The Domain of the Fountain ... After all, we are Mimatar people。。。 Hahaha... Aha! Massachie said intermittently.

"What you say means nothing to me, and the order I received is to prevent your uncooperative suicide. So, I need to get your chin off first. ”

Ben looked at Massach's sweat-stained chin and frowned in disgust.

He rummaged through his pocket for a moment, then pulled out a tissue and hesitated.

"You lowly slaves don't deserve tissues, so use the rags from the slaves around you." He said in disgust.

Massach knew something was wrong when he heard Ben finish speaking, and he opened his mouth to bite his tongue and kill himself. But as soon as he opened his mouth, a hard cylinder came in.

Ben put the muzzle of his rifle downwards and plunged it straight into Masacki's mouth. He looked at Masach with a smile on his face and said, "Yo! Still want to bite your tongue and kill yourself? Looks like I'm going to have to pull out all your white teeth first. With that, he shoved the rag that had grazed Masache's chin into his mouth.

Massach looked at the Emma soldier in front of him in despair, he could only look at the Emma soldier in front of him with hatred, and his mouth kept saying "Hmm。。。 Not!... Not! The voice came to curse him.

As the smoke of the smoke grenade cleared, the situation in the entire Emma outpost was already very obvious.

Although the Mimatar slave laborers were numerous, their bodies were weakened by years of overwork, and the fear of the Emma was still in their minds. Even though they knew that there weren't many Emma soldiers attacking them, they still threw down their weapons and fled in fear.

Massach lay on the ground, and he watched with grief as the Mimatar slave laborers he had managed to assemble were easily routed and dispersed by a few Emma soldiers.

Some laborers trembled and fell to their knees, their hands raised above their heads, trying to surrender. But the Emma soldiers turned a deaf ear to this, and with cruel smiles on their faces, they drove all the surrendered laborers together, and then slaughtered them like executions with rifles in hand.

And the workers who resisted did not escape the fate of death, and in the face of these rebels, the Emma soldiers were even more excited. They broke the hands of the laborers holding their weapons with great marksmanship, and then walked up to them. Under the frightened eyes of the laborers, they slit their throats with the sabers in their hands, leaving them to fall to the ground and die helplessly.

Unconsciously, the voices in the entire outpost gradually subsided. Feeling that the rags in his mouth had been taken from him, Massach shouted hoarsely: "You devils! Demon! It's a massacre! This is naked genocide! ”