"There's a name...... Do you recognize these two words? As soon as the thought moved, the pro-uncle enlarged the image transmitted by the sensor, and then Hong Tao was happy, the tattoos of the two elders were similar to the appearance of July and April, but there were two more small words on the front teeth, what was written really I don't know, Hong Tao was sure that there was no such text in the earth era, more like Chinese was tampered with little by little, and finally became like this.

“…… The Holy Rat Script has been lost, and every generation of elders will tattoo it here......" The two elders turned even redder, and kept saying that it was their ancestors' writing, but they didn't know a word, and they really didn't have a long face.

"Oops, there's even a synopsis...... Let me see...... Forget it, I'll write it for you to see, and see if it looks like the words on your body! ”

The two elders turned around, exposed all their backs, densely tattooed a large number of words on it, looking at the appearance of square words, but unfortunately the strokes and everything were messed up, Hong Tao even guessed that Meng still couldn't read a sentence, and simply wrote Chinese on the virtual screen with his hand.

"Like, right? This is the text of your ancestors, and I am also a rat clan, but I am closer to your ancestors than you, and I am his direct line. Don't believe it, do you? Come, count the number of whiskers on the mouse's mouth. ”

In the face of a group of descendants, he has to pretend to be his own descendants, this nonsense is very embarrassing to make up, Hong Tao simply didn't make it up, let's change the way, and play picture literacy instead.

"19 roots!" The two elders did not count, but simply gave the answer.

"That's right, I also have 19 on this, and one is missing on the right. Any idea why it's not 18 and it's not 20? "The Vault Dweller's tattoo Hong Tao asked the uncle to compare it carefully, although the appearance has changed, but the basic details are still correct, such as the number of beards and teeth.

"......" This time it was all quiet, the two elders, you look at me, I look at you, and shook their heads together.

"Because the ancestor was 19 years old when he tattooed the mouse's head, what do you look closely at on the outline of his left ear?" Not to mention that the descendants don't know about this, I'm afraid no one knows except myself and Han Xue. In fact, I didn't know it at first, it was completely the result of Han Xue's temporary intention when he was operating.

"1992.05.15......" With the help of the virtual screen, the outline of the mouse ear, which was originally similar to the tattoo line, was magnified many times, and it was clearly presented, and there were indeed changes, one of which was not a line but a string of letters.

"That's right, that's when the ancestor got his tattoo, when he was 19 years old...... Whether you believe it or not, I am the only inheritor of the Hong Mouse family, because I know the words of my ancestors, I know the stories of my ancestors, and I can take you to restore the honor of the clan, no longer be thrown away as garbage, let alone be a slave to others, I just don't know if you are willing to do it? ”

Hong Tao laughed as he spoke, wanting to prove that his words were basically impossible, and it was not possible to make them completely believe that it could not be done in a few words, he was a bit of a fan of the parties, and he always wanted to rely on his bloodline to gain a natural advantage, and Emma had an idea.

As it turned out, this method was not reliable, and Canedi II was a pure Emma, and as a result, he rebelled more actively than anyone else. The Atishapo and Cardoso families are also of Emma blood, and they do not hesitate to kill the emperor who is also an Emma.

If you want to make the relationship within an organization strong, in the final analysis, you have to rely on interests, what kind of blood, as long as you are not stronger than the original, no one will follow you immediately. The key is still the last two sentences, the Vault Dweller is now short of a way to live, as long as they see hope, and then talk about bloodline can play the role of icing on the cake.

"After so many years, except for the Freemasonry throwing two boxes of things down from time to time, no one can save us......" Hong Tao said quite sensationally, and the eyes of the kneeling young exiles also had a light in their eyes, but unfortunately it did not arouse the resonance of the two elders, they have lived a long time and have seen each other a lot, and it is not easy to trust outsiders.

"April Volcano, you didn't make it clear to the clan?" This confused Hong Tao, isn't it to make a name for himself to let April go back, the cruisers of the Adesapor family have let themselves do it, and they also occupy a galaxy, how can they calculate that the prospects are brighter than nesting on this half-dead planet, why don't they believe it?

“…… I said it, but the elders didn't believe it...... "April Volcano is very aggrieved, he is about to thin his mouth these days, except for himself and the two elders in the July Clan who are willing to come up and have a look, the other races are not interested at all."

It's not that I'm not interested, but I can't believe the powerful man in his mouth. Regardless of whether they are of the same race or not, only two or three small ships can save the Vault Dweller, and no one believes it.

It's true that the Emma Empire is a paper tiger, how many years have the Federation and the Republic talked about this matter in the Ministry of Unification, and the Imperial Government has been approved like barbarians, and it is not to allow the Freemasons to come and throw some supplies, which is not a problem that can be solved by a few people at all.

"Oh...... Then I see, if you don't see a rabbit, you don't scatter an eagle, right? Cheng, the ancestors didn't teach you in vain, you really should think so. Want to see rabbits, right? Let me open your eyes today and see if I have what it takes to be the patriarch! ”

The words of April and the two elders made Hong Tao understand the key, not who is the ancestor of whom, no matter how awesome the ancestor is, he can't eat it, and if he wants them to have a little confidence in himself, he has to show his strength.

Marti. Atishapo, captain of the battlecruiser Marti, Third Detachment of the Attisapor Fleet of the Imperial Navy. Able to command a capital ship at the age of 40, in addition to the surname Atizapo, Marty also has a good father. The youngest elder of the Brotherly Freemasons, the archaeologist of the New Eden, and the Viscount of the Empire, Emre Lee. Atizabo.

In the entire Adesapor family, the Marti family is not a descendant, just bearing the name of an elector family, but it can't even touch the edge of the quota.

But since his father ascended to the position of the Great Elder of Freemasonry, the opportunity has finally come, and Patriarch Willence has included himself in the list of candidates for the next Elector, there must be reasons for his father, but it is not completely without his own credit.

However, compared with the first and second fleets, the third squadron is indeed a bit weak. The elite of the Adesapor family is basically from those two fleets, and they are also the best equipped.

When he set out for Derrick's Star Domain this time, his father came back on a special occasion and told him to behave well in person, as long as he had military merits, he would ask the Patriarch of Willence for a transfer.

When he entered the first and second fleets, he took another big step on the road to the Elector, and he stood on the same starting line with his peers of the same clan, and had the opportunity to finally reach the top.

For this war with the Amadeans, it wasn't a big deal in the first place. Most of the Amada warships were provided by the Empire, and the models were much smaller in number, and there was a lack of pilots with combat experience. If the republic had not intervened, the war would have ended.

But for the Republic fleet, most of the Imperial pilots still attached great importance to it. The Republic warships don't look good, at most they are better than the tattered self-disciplined drones, but the Republic pilots drove these ragged spaceships to fight the empire at the beginning.

If the Republic is not intervened by the Federation in terms of grand strategy, it will definitely lose, but in terms of local tactics, the Imperial fleet really does not have much advantage, and even in small-scale encounters or one-on-one battles, the reason is that the combat concepts and ship design concepts of the two sides are different.

Whether it is an Imperial spaceship or a Federation spacecraft, many parameters must be considered at the beginning of the design, such as whether the pilot's life support system is safe, whether the amount of radiation in the internal environment of the spacecraft exceeds the standard, whether it is comfortable to fly for a long time, and also pay attention to the balance between defense and attack, service life, etc., and the overall performance is relatively balanced.

But the Republic warships rarely consider these aspects, and they are designed with only one idea, to destroy the enemy's ships! As for whether there is harm to the pilot, whether the driving is comfortable, whether the cost of use is reasonable, and other parameters are all ignored. The warships of the Republic designed under this concept are particularly apt to describe in four words, that is, they are extremely vicious!