Three hours was a blink of an eye during the long voyage, and the soldiers of the Baron covered themselves tightly wherever they were, and they had no intention of taking off their portable spacesuits, as if they could only feel safe if they stayed in them.

The Baron also does not have an activity center like Immigration One, and only nearly one percent of the Baron, the size of Immigration One, is loaded with nearly a thousand soldiers, and it has no extra space to provide space for its passengers.

The soldiers of the Baron were only in two states: rest and work, and all of them could only huddle in small coffin-like rest pods except for the time they were working.

"There's a new order from above, everyone needs to use a transformer to turn into a female voice when they meet Lord Baron!" One such strange order was circulating aboard the Baron.

Of course, this order is known only to the awake patrol soldiers, not to those who lie in coffins in a public cemetery.

"Lord Baron, we've caught up with Immigration One!" A gentle voice whispered in the Baron's ear, and all the people on the battleship kept their heads down when they saw the Baron, and no one was allowed to look up at the Baron's face without the Baron's order.

"Oh~" I don't know if the baron is asleep or not, a slight smile appeared on his feminine face, and his eyebrows raised upward, "Let me take a look at this so-called milestone in human history!" ”

The baron stood up, and the huge Immigration No. 1 was like a giant elephant lying above the small bat of the Baron, which made the Baron immediately feel his insignificance, and he felt as if he was standing in front of the rolling wheel of history, and the next second the wheel was about to "rumble~" from him.

The baron immediately changed color at the sight of this feeling, but no one could see the change in his expression, for no one dared to really look up at him.

He calmed down a little before he spoke, "Yes, it can be used as my trophy in the future!" ”

"If Lord Baron wants to take it, it must be a victory!" It was still the gentle voice that answered the baron, this woman was tall, and although her whole person was wrapped in a portable spacesuit, her plump and graceful figure could be seen through her appearance.

"Well, yes, you're good!" The baron was satisfied with this answer, and he suddenly said on a whim, "I have decided!" I'm going to blend in with Immigration One! ”

As soon as the baron said this, the female soldiers in the command room were stunned, and none of them dared to answer on it, because the baron could not have any objection to the matter decided.

The Baron also did what he said, and let the Baron hover directly below Immigration One, and now the signal receiver of Immigration One was destroyed by the people of the mysterious organization, and even the detection system was interfered with by them, and they didn't know that there was another spaceship from Earth quietly standing below them.

"My canaries, you continue to move to Mars as originally planned, and I will follow the human ship to Mars later!" The baron sat in a small flying machine and said to the man who came to see him off in the command room, "I hope you will not disappoint me!" ”

"Your Excellency, please rest assured!" It was still the same gentle voice that answered him, and it seemed that she was the only woman in the command room who dared to take the initiative to answer the baron's words.

The baron listened to her answer, waved his hand in satisfaction, piloted the small flying machine, and flew straight towards Immigration One.

Everyone on the Baron couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the Baron's small flying machine gradually shrink in their field of vision. A voice that sounded like a yellow oriole whispered, "Sister Zhilan, is the baron really gone!?" ”

"Yes, he's gone, young people always have to have more contact with other people before they can make a difference!" The one who is called Sister Zhilan is the plump woman with a gentle voice.

Sister Zhilan's full name is Murong Zhilan, and she is different from the other women in the command room, which is why the other women don't find it strange that she can communicate with the baron normally.

All the soldiers on the entire Baron are actually orphans taken in by the Baron's family since he was a child, and they only have to obey the Baron, and they dare not have the slightest idea of anything else.

And Murong Zhilan was a woman who took the initiative to find before the baron formed the baron, that night she had a long talk with the baron, staying in a secret room, all the members of the baron knew it, and in the hearts of all of them they had regarded her as their mastermother, and there was no jealousy in their hearts, only strong envy and respect.

And during the long voyage of the Baron, all of them were more convinced of that idea in their hearts, and only a gentle but capable woman like Sister Zhilan could conquer Lord Baron!

Murong Zhilan was obviously the person with the highest status in the command room except for the baron, and after she led the women back to the command room, she said with a serious face, "Although the baron has left the baron, I don't want anyone except the command room to know!" ”

"Yes! Sir! ”

"Keep going!" After Murong Zhilan determined the direction, he continued, "I heard that Immigration No. 1 was hit by a bomb, find the diffusion zone of explosion debris and let people go out to collect data!" ”

"Yes! Sir! ”

After giving the order, Murong Zhilan left the lounge and went straight to his own lounge.

The lounge of the people in the command room is much more upscale than the coffin shop of ordinary soldiers, the spacious circular room is dominated by fuchsia tones, the wide circular leather sofa is horizontal in the center of the lounge, and directly opposite the sofa stands a huge screen, which is also a screen just enough to block the view from the door.

Each officer in the command room has his own bed in this lounge, and these beds are distributed throughout the walls of the lounge, as long as the baffle on his own bed is pulled down, it is a separate space.

Murong Zhilan's bed was on the highest floor of this room, and through the porthole on the other side of the bed, she could clearly see Immigration No. 1, who was being left behind by the Baron.

She has taken off her silver portable space suit, her jet-black hair is draped over her body to cover her beautiful figure, her face looks so gentle and moving like her voice, and her eyes are like a pool of spring water that can attract people deeply and can't extricate herself.

She was lying on her bed facing out of the window, and through the reflection of the sun's rays, she could see the swarm of space junk jets from the explosion debris above Immigrant One, which was as mysterious and beautiful as she was, but also dangerous and regrettable.

Murong Zhilan gently buckled the wall in front of his bed, took out a bottle of red wine from it, and gently poured half a glass for himself before gently breathing a sigh of relief.

She raised her glass slightly in the direction of Immigration One, but her eyes were fixed on the canopy of exploding debris, and the corners of her mouth hooked up into a mysterious and moving smile.