"Vote, revenge or retention?"

I don't know how long it took, but the commander-in-chief of the Fog Man Fleet broke the silence, "We have to have a direction, and it's not a way to continue like this." ”

The fog people below nodded.

The voting began, because it was a secret ballot, so everyone didn't have any troubles, and they could choose how they wanted, just from their hearts.

All the tickets were habitually shaken by the adjutant in small boxes, and then they were drawn, opened one by one, and began to count.

Avenge......

Avenge......

Recuperate......

Avenge......

The statistics were not long in coming, and those who voted for 'revenge' won by a landslide.

"Then it's decided, revenge!" The commander-in-chief's eyes were glazed.

Of course, eggs can't be put in the same basket, not to mention that the fog people civilization is already crumbling, so the commander-in-chief decided to send eighty percent of the troops to take revenge, leaving two percent of the troops to search for the fleeing fog people in the universe.

With their minds set, the Commander-in-Chief ordered them to return to the Mist system first, find out what was going on through the light-chasing technology, and then execute the plan against the target.

In particular, to find the direction of the departure of the Cangmu civilization mentioned in those communication letters, although the letter did not say that the destruction of the fog star information had anything to do with this Cangmu civilization, but no matter what, as witnesses present, they could not escape the involvement.

The Fogman fleet retreated, and cheers erupted from the side of the pursuer civilization fleet.

"Hahaha, we're the strongest!"

"The fog people can't take us, so no one can take down us in this star cluster!"

"Watch me do a victory dance!"

……

The high-ranking members of the Pursuer civilization decided to hold a vigorous celebration banquet in the evening, and ordered everyone to take out their long-cherished things and share them together.

It is foreseeable that a very shabby celebration banquet is being prepared.

Zhou Yijun's side also noticed the retreat of the fog fleet, and in order to avoid being targeted by the pursuer civilization, he also immediately ordered to retreat and stand by at a distance enough to be on standby.

"Well, can you get in touch?" Zhou Yijun's brows were furrowed, and his heart was a little anxious.

For some reason, the plant spirit. Telephone microphone. Chat window. Intercom. The second generation suddenly lost consciousness, and the clone of the pursuer's civilization on the pursuer's home planet also fell.

Fortunately, the intelligence officers are all trained by Zhou Qing and have strong adaptability, otherwise they may be discovered and killed.

"Report, still no, but it should be soon." The correspondent responded.

"I hope everything is well." Zhou Yijun couldn't let go of the worries in his heart, after all, the mothership was over there, and if something happened, the entire human civilization could be destroyed.

Half a month later, they finally received an ultra-remote email from Evil Sang. The email briefly explained the destruction of the Mist System and the heavy damage to the mothership.

Seeing these words, a group of high-level people's hearts skipped a few beats, and after seeing the casualty figures, the whole person was not good, and finally when they saw the main damaged area, which is the so-called hard-hit area, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Generally, those who can sit in this position will not live in the corners of the area.

In the end, Evil Sang gave them an order: Return!

"What about the intelligence officers?" Someone asked.

"Send a message to the intelligence officers to see if they can hold it down, and if they can, stay there, if not, we'll find a way to get them out." Zhou Yijun responded.

Some of the officers frowned, this order sounded very humane at first glance, but war is not a time for human feelings, and they may be entangled by the civilization of the pursuers!

"I know what you're thinking." Zhou Yijun looked at these guys with dissatisfied looks, "This is called routine." ”

In other words, just ask......

Then, another wave of officers frowned, and this time, Zhou Yijun ignored them.

A few months later, Zhou's fleet began to turn around and return to the base to rendezvous with the mothership.

Decades later, the Fogman Galaxy.

The Fog Man fleet that had gone out finally returned, but there was no dock to receive them, and some were just a Death Star Domain filled with colorful aura turbulence.

In the intervening decades, the Transcendental core has continued to expand, eventually engulfing entire star systems. After this step was achieved, the energy in the core of the transcendent level was almost diluted, and it retreated to the single-color level, which was colorful and appeared at this time.

"Did the plan fail?"

The commander-in-chief of the fleet probably guessed what was going on, but in this way, the murderer was gone, because they were playing with fire themselves.

"Commander, what should I do?" The adjutant looked dazed.

"Secret investigation, if you can find the murderer, it's best, if you can't ......" The commander-in-chief took a deep breath, "The current fog warriors need a goal to achieve unity!" ”

"Understood, Commander." The adjutant nodded.

On the other hand, the Zhou Yijun fleet also returned to the base camp to contact the mothership, after a few decades, the eight generals gathered again, because they are all deviants, everyone is still the same, but everyone's face is a lot more old and profound.

"We're all old people now." Ke Yang smiled, he has broken through to the silver level recently, and he is often exposed to red light, and his lifespan is thousands of years, which can be described as a real thousand-year-old demon.

The rest of the people are similar.

"I didn't expect so many things to happen." Zhou Yijun sighed.

"yes." Yuan Qiji nodded.

Then, the voice of Assistant 1 resounded in the conference hall, and the meeting officially began.

In the captain's room, the evil woman held a shower to water the flowers.

"Why can't it be done...... the evil woman habitually clicked the main stalk of Xie Yan with her foot, and then turned her head to look at the computer room, "You are not wrong with this solution, right?" And if you water so much every day, you won't rot the roots, right? ”

Evil Sang, who was in a meeting, divided a part of the arithmetic unit to this side and responded: "This is a drug used by humans to treat mental illness, and from clinical trials, the effect is there, several percentage points higher than that of a placebo, but it is ......"

"It's not for plants, so it's likely that the effect is much less than some placebo."

The evil woman pursed her lips, "Then why don't you just use a placebo?" ”

Evil Sang was helpless for a while, "Placebo can only work if deception is the premise, and the ancestor is in a coma and unconscious, so there is no way." Now he can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor. ”

"Don't worry, as long as the body is there, the soul will slowly recover." The demon interjected.

"Yes, it will recover!" Hua Xiong, who was wearing a translator, shouted on the side, without Xie Yan, a transit translation station, they couldn't communicate with each other.

"Hmm!"

And at this moment, Evil Sang received several signals, and he hurriedly said, "Damn, the Fog Man Fleet is coming!" ”

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