At this time, a violent local explosion in the wreckage of the Beowulf attracted Han Sanzu's attention, and the most mysterious ship of the Minotaur was now a ball of fire, and its burning flames reflected the sky red, which made him suddenly realize that the True Guard mercenaries in the ambush circle were building a fortification with the remaining chariots.

"Hey, Akatori, are you blind? Don't you see them assembled? What are you waiting for? Let your people use the cannon to kill the scum. He shouted into the communicator.

"Wait!" It was the Gaode people who spoke to devour the gods, and since the ship's warship peeled off the veil and began to attack violently, the big mouth of the devouring gods had been open and never closed, and at this moment it finally retracted its mind a little, and when it heard Han Sanzu's communication conversation, it hurriedly spoke out to stop it.

"Mr. Three-legged, it's not offensive to call you that, is it?" The God Eater pursed the corners of his lips, as if he was trying to learn to smile flatteringly.

"Yo, the attitude is different, please say what you think." Because of the shield just shared, Han Sanzu was very polite to the devouring god in front of him.

"This is the attitude of a victor, Mr. Three-legged, without further ado, I beg you not to hurt any of the mercenaries, for I have a way to get them to surrender to your army."

"Oh, that's good." Han Sanzu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this, and after thinking about it, he spoke to Chi Tori to cancel the attack order, and he smiled at Gao Deren. "Friend, you only have five minutes."

"Why did it take so long? One minute is enough. The Devourer shook its head and pulled out the computer to operate on it, its tentacles waving rapidly, and watched the information displayed on the screen keep entering, only to be able to announce to Han Sanzu after only a few tens of seconds: "That's it, Mr. Sanyue, inform your people to receive all the loot, they are already planning to surrender." ”

"So fast?" Han Sanzu didn't believe it, and quickly stood up and looked in the direction of the mercenaries, and after a while, in the blazing firelight, he really saw a group of mercenaries slowly walking out from behind the barrier, they looked dejected, threw the weapons in their hands into a pile, and then sat on the ground not far away. They were joined by the remnants of the parachuted soldiers and the survivors who had escaped from the Beowulf.

Nearly 1,000 mercenaries immediately sat down separately according to their functions and squad numbers, and under the blazing firelight, several military doctors began to come out to treat the wounded.

"How did you do that?" Han Sanzu's eyes straightened when he saw the scene in front of him, and he looked at the devouring god in disbelief, but the latter just slowly retracted the shield, and then took out a handful of insects and chewed them in his mouth nonchalantly.

"I'm afraid you stink, and I have to eat." It smiled and explained the reason for the shroud. "And as for surrendering or something, your surprise is funny." Devouring God smashed his mouth, and eating made a tough guy like Han Sanzu feel itchy in his throat.

"It's not wrong to say that we are Heisenberg's private army, but except for a very small number of cultivated warriors, we wage earners were recruited by them in an expedited spaceship all over the galaxy." Devouring God states the facts.

"Our identity is mercenaries, we will work hard if you give money, and now the guy who gives money is beaten into a pile of charcoal by you, why are we desperate?" It goes on to make some point.

"I did promise a little bit to the captains, though, because you only gave me a minute." It began to admit to playing tricks.

"You said it yourself for a minute!" Han Sanzu immediately retorted.

"In short, for mercenaries, you must be careful and profitable, and then it will be a matter of course, without hindrance." The Devourer avoided the conversation and finally told the truth. "I told a few of them that you would be paid a higher salary than Zhenwei, and they immediately agreed to be your mercenary."

"My mercenary?" Han Sanzu was dumbfounded.

"That's right, your exclusive armament, the personal guard, the fantasy show of the grumpy soldiers of the galactic races, whatever you want to call it." God-devouring Dao. "In the future, you only need to pay a weekly salary, a little bonus, and other things like medical allowance, injury allowance, disability insurance, death insurance, dental insurance, mission bonus, and retirement pension, and of course, if you stay on this damn planet all the time, you may have to add a little more heat fee or something."

"Huh?" Han Sanzu was dumbfounded, and he couldn't speak.

"Anyway, you have to give money." Hugut, who was gradually relieving his breath next to him, hurriedly hurried to make a summary for the devouring god.

"And we'll fight for you." Ou Jifeng also made additions in due course.

"But I'm a boat dweller, where did I get the money?" Han Sanzu finally came back to his senses and couldn't help but laugh at the suggestion of the three mercenaries.

"It's not easy to find a shipwreck with a battleship and a Four Seasons cruise ship these days, am I right?" God Eater asked his two companions, and Ou Jifeng and Hugut nodded desperately in agreement.

"Let's talk about the ransom of the 20,000 Silver Alliance hostages...... "The Devouring God turned around and reminded Han Sanzu.

"That's what you came up with." Han Sanzu had simply lost his temper to the Gao Deren, and he didn't want to talk to them anymore, so he left the three mercenaries and walked towards Brant.

The boat man who went ashore hadn't said a word since now, his eyes were staring straight ahead, and when he noticed Han Sanjiao's feet, he slowly raised his head.

"How do you know......" Han Sanzu just wanted to ask why he knew about their follow-up plans, but was interrupted by the other party before he could finish speaking.

"Someone asked me to tell you: time does not change, oath does not break, and they will always keep their promises." Brant said softly.

"Promise? What kind of conventions? Han Sanzu asked strangely.

"When the boat people and their descendants are on the brink of survival, they will come to their aid, and that's it." Brandt told him.

"Survival? Help? Han Sanzu felt more and more strange. What have you helped me? He asked with a smile.

"I don't know." Brandt shook his head.

"That's all I can know from the position of a marionette." There was no life in his voice, and his cheeks flickered in the darkness, looking tired.

Han Sanzu felt strange, so he asked a few more tentative questions, and seeing that Brant refused to speak again, he had to shrug his shoulders and walk away in confusion.