At the end of the Human Federation, the 'Ghost Riders' used the tactics of small boats and cluster bombs to destroy the shields of combat ships, and then carried out a frantic boarding operation, resulting in a number of Silver Alliance destroyers being looted by the other side. At this time, the Marines began to take on the duty of frigates, and they were scattered in batches and stationed in each combat ship above the Fuxi level.

This configuration has achieved good results in the four-year-long operation of the Itong Galaxy to encircle and suppress the 'Skeleton Party'.

The skull thugs who broke through the bulkheads were often suppressed by deadly fire from the Marines before they could find their way through the leaking air currents, and the soldiers in full space armor were well-equipped and trained, and they were always outnumbered in firefights, causing heavy losses to the Skeleton Gang who wanted to learn from friendly pirates.

From this stop, the Marine Corps became famous overnight, from a dispensable military role to an irreplaceable protector of the fleet.

The landing ship at this point passed through the thick atmosphere of the planet Pegasus and entered the vicinity of the intended target.

The ship's violent shaking finally stopped, and Fazani felt the sky darken, an itch in his throat, and a wave of nausea. He shrugged his shoulders and adjusted his posture, trying not to let the boredom in his chest explode, which might have sparked ridicule if he did vomit in front of the Marines.

Damn the landing process, why can't they install shock absorbers for the landing ship like an interstellar shuttle? Fazani muttered curses in his heart, and his gloomy look made Torris, the war staff officer beside him. Photien noticed something was wrong.

"Are you alright, Chief of Staff?" The dark-skinned major asked with concern.

"It's been a long time since I've landed like this, and I'm a little uncomfortable." Fazzani didn't intend to hide it from him.

"Prepare before landing! Check your gear! At this moment, a voice sounded in the wide engine room, and the captain of the 10th Marine Corps, Raymond. Captain Hunt had already stood up and was patrolling the cabin.

"Still asleep, Corporal Wilmot? Didn't your mom teach you how to tie your shoes? Harding! Cheer me up, remember, this isn't a goddamn drill, thousands of blue skulls are out there waiting to tear you apart! "Captain Hunt strides across the metal deck in his magnetic boots, he is tall, grim-looking, and imposing.

"Captain." With a safety beam tied to his chest, Fazani stopped Hunter with a pale face.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Hunter stood still in front of him, his words respectful but his expression haughty, and he looked at the captain of the fleet with his chin raised.

"Don't take a walk in a panic atmosphere." Fazani said to him. "We are going to negotiate, not to the colonies to quell the chaos." He said with a slight sarcasm.

"It makes no difference to me, Your Excellency." Hunter said loudly. "If it's safe to do, me and my people shouldn't be here."

"Makes sense." Fazzani had to admit. "But assure me that you will not attack any of the Walkens without my permission."

"I can't guarantee that, Your Excellency." Hunter said bluntly. "Just like you can't guarantee that the Walkens won't attack us."

"They are a bunch of civilians, captains, not soldiers, and as for whether the other side is hostile, let me worry about this, what you have to do is to carry out my orders." Fazzani's tone accentuated slightly.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Hunter complied.

"Don't mother-in-law, ladies, check your airtight suits, hold on to your guns, if you don't want to die in this rotten place!" Hunter walked away and continued his pre-landing rounds, snarling at his teammates with a toned rage. "Don't worry about recuperating here as soon as possible! I don't want to hear your woman crying and crying to me! ”

"This captain seems to think that there will be a battle on this trip, Chief of Staff." Torris. Fotien whispered to Fazani beside him.

"If that's the case, this will be our hiding place." Fazani shook his head.

"Is it really that serious?" Fotien had never thought of dying here, and the longer he followed Fazzani, the more he believed in his unassuming boss's grasp of the situation, and if it was a life-or-death mission, Fazzani would never take such a risk.

"There's something serious and not serious." Fazani smiled. "We didn't get any attack when we landed, did we? This is a wonderful omen. ”

……

The landing ship landed smoothly at the predetermined location, which is not far from the famous 'Tianlun City' of the Walken people. Twenty hundred fully armored Marines swarmed from the landing ship, wearing metal helmets that were fully protected against their eyes, and looked like humanoid machines made entirely of alloy.

They move freely and are not completely obsessed with their surroundings, and the well-developed vision system in the helmet will provide them with realistic images of various spectrums.

Behind them, dozens of ground-grabbing personnel carriers with strong protective armor drove down the hatch ramp, and Captain Hunter ordered several squads to form a cordon in a circle, while some Marines boarded the vehicles to operate the weapons combat units and defended them in all directions, until the situation seemed stable, and Hunter withdrew his front guard and let the rest of the team into the personnel carriers.

As the Marines moved with extreme tension, Fazani and Fotienne slowly stepped out of the hatch in standard spacesuits, landing in what appeared to be a field full of greenery, and around them, tall plants with a turquoise hue grew. They grow straight upwards, forking at very high levels, dragging out long branch-like structures, and further up, new branches are created.

"They call it the Plains of the Giants." Torris. Fotian said to Fazzani in the communicator. "Pegasus is full of these plants, tall but herbaceous, and in the eyes of giants they may be little more than ordinary grasses."

"What kind of tall giant does it have to be to deserve this honor?" Fazani looked up at the branches of the grass that reached into the sky, considering the insignificance of humanity as a reference.

"The Walkens don't look taller than us, just as the Unites or the Kanders are about the same size as us, and perhaps the Creator has a uniform standard in terms of size." Fotien Road.

At that moment, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble slightly, and the fine pieces of dirt and pebbles trembled.