In the cosmic space 300 kilometers above the earth, the sun's lantern is generally hung high in the black sky, bright and dazzling.

The blue earth below is as beautiful as ever, tranquil and natural.

The bottom of the Maltese black pentagonal formation mothership is facing the direction of the earth, and the huge hatch with a width of more than a dozen square kilometers has been opened.

Five hundred small black pentagonal spacecraft traveling to and from Earth are being loaded on a large scale, preparing for a massive reloading and airborne landing on Earth.

On the deck at the bottom of the fleet mothership, there were countless heavily armed mutant creatures, and from their blank expressions, dull eyes, hideous and terrifying faces, people felt a shudder.

Apparently, the Maltese have completed the creation of an army of three million puppets against Earth, and are preparing to be airlifted into the Earth battlefield. As the black pentagonal spacecraft landed in major cities on the surface of the earth one after another, and a large number of heavy equipment and mutant legions were put into battle, the pressure on the human side increased sharply, and the defeat seemed to be assured.

Yang Yi sat on a large black pentagonal spaceship with a blank expression, and next to him sat Han Weiwei, who also had a blank expression.

On the spaceship, at the same time, there were 30,000 members of the mutant puppet army who had just come off the assembly line of the mothership's biological center, holding various light and heavy weapons, and their expressions looked hideous and terrifying.

The ship was also loaded with a large number of heavy ground equipment equipped by the Maltese for the puppet army, including strangely shaped tanks, a large number of armed mechs, and cyborg biochemical monsters.

Ten minutes later, the large pentagonal spacecraft broke away from the airspace of the mothership and flew into the earth's atmospheric dust.

At this time, Yang Yi had already woken up, and his brain was completely full of memories of the Centauri Maltese, and there was no trace of memory about the earth at all.

Yang Yi is like a breathing biochemical machine, completely unconscious. Even Han Weiwei next to her, for Yang Yi at this moment, is just an ordinary name puppet No. 2.

Now Yang Yi does not have the name Han Weiwei in his memory, and there is no memory of the gentle and beautiful robot and empathetic space assistant Han Weiwei.

The Han Weiwei next to her also did not have any memories of Yang Yi, and her original memories of Yang Yi's somersault cloud space voyage mission had long been erased.

The man next to her was just the boss she remembered as obedient as she was born, the new supreme leader of the blue planet of the yellow dwarf galaxy.

For Yang Yi and the robot Han Weiwei, they were once separated, but now they meet; Once familiar, now unfamiliar; They are close to each other, but their hearts are far away.

Because they have no memory of each other, she in his heart has been broken, and he in her heart has become a cloud, but they are really standing together, so close at hand, they can see each other with a smile and a smile.

They can even hold hands and hug, but no one is anyone's own.

As the pentagonal ship approached the ground, the outline of the city on the ground began to become clear, and the ship headed for the largest surviving city in southern China.

"Hint, approaching the sky over the target, do you start searching the airborne area?" When the spaceship was fifteen kilometers above the city, a holographic prompt interface and a voice suddenly appeared in Yang Yi's brain and asked.

"Search the airdrop area and prepare for the airdrop!" Yang Yi's head moved indifferently and replied mechanically.

At the same time, a radar-like interface in the holographic video operation interface in Yang Yi's brain was immediately quickly scanned.

"Puppet One Commander, the airdrop landing site is confirmed, whether to authorize the airdrop!" A few seconds later, the holographic operation interface in Yang Yi's brain locked on to the target, and a request option for whether to allow airdrops popped up.

"Authorized execution, airdrop in five seconds!" Yang Yi's face was expressionless, and his brain directly requested through the airdrop.

At the same time, the holographic operation interface in Yang Yi's brain sent a request for the earth's airdrop over the surviving cities on all continents, and Yang Yi's brain automatically authorized and agreed to approve it.

Now Yang Yi can not only mobilize the three million biochemical troops on the surface of the earth at will through the holographic operation interface that appears in his brain, but also connect with the data link of the command center of the pentagon fleet mothership, and can mobilize any pentagon spaceship through the authorization in the interface.

It seems that the Centaur Pentagon Fleet Commander Clone V is quite confident in the Maltese amnestic technology, otherwise it would be a big risk to implant such a core secret of the Maltese into Yang Yi's memory.

"Three, two, one, get out of the cabin!" The spaceship arrived near the square on the outskirts of the city, and as the operation interface in Yang Yi's brain mechanically issued the airdrop order, 30,000 heavily armed mutant biochemical troops descended from the sky.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! "A large number of heavily equipped and mutant biochemical troops jumped directly out of the cabin, landing on the ground with a dull loud noise, smashing holes of varying depths in the ground.

Yang Yi, who was wearing blue alloy armor, and Han Weiwei, who was wearing white alloy armor, moved at the same time, and flew down from the spaceship, like a divine soldier descending from the sky, looking quite different and beautiful.

"Poof!" The two figures, one blue and one white, landed on the ground in the middle of the mutant army, which did not cause much shaking on the ground, and looked unusually light, compared to the scene where the mutant cyborg and heavy equipment landed, and the ground cracked and the dust flew away.

At the same time, on a chair floating in the central command and control center of the black pentagonal fleet, the commander of the Maltese fleet, Clone V, monitored the airborne landing of the mutated puppet armies on various battlefields on the earth's surface through the holographic video of the mothership command center.

When I saw Yang Yi and Han Weiwei landing from the spaceship, their scaly expressions couldn't help but show a hint of pride.

"It seems that the general's plan is very successful, with these puppet armies transformed from the yellow dwarf humans, not only can they save a large number of troops in the Centauri Blue Star, but also greatly shorten the time to fully control this galaxy, the general's hand is not small, and the consideration is not far away!"

The fleet biological officer, who was standing on the side, looked at the army of biochemical puppets that were being parachuted on a large scale around the world, and said with a hint of anthropomorphic flattery in the crimson snake eyes on his dark scaly face.

"Well, it's a bit early to talk about success, but the creation of this puppet army is the most successful attempt in the wars that General Ben and the entire Centauri have ever fought against other galaxies. Especially the puppet No. 1 and Puppet No. 2 in this group of troops, they have powerful armed and violent strike capabilities, but they look so flawless, they can be called the most proud works of this general! ”

The commander of Clone No. 5 looked at Yang Yi and Han Weiwei, and finally couldn't hide the pride in his heart, and said with a smug anthropomorphic expression in the snake's eyes.

"Yes, the general's bold idea of razing and the uniqueness of his innovation can be called the first of many galactic expeditionary fleets in the Blue Star of Centauri, and it is no exaggeration to say that the general is the first wizard of the entire Centauri and even the galaxy."

The barred jass of the Maltese Judge Advocate General, who had been standing next to him and had not spoken, opened and closed his fangs, echoing in the Maltese language, boasting of the talent of the commander of the Clone No. 5 fleet.

"Hey, Judge Advocate General, this is a bit exaggerated, the Milky Way is so big, how many civilization galaxies that have evolved to the middle level 4 or above? We Centauri are just a tiny cosmic space in a remote corner of the Milky Way.

Even if all the galaxies conquered in the history of Centauri are counted, they are only 30 light-years away, which is nothing compared to the vast cosmic space of 100,000 light-years in the Milky Way.

The Milky Way is just a tiny spot of light among many galaxies relative to the universe, and we have the mighty Sirius double galaxy behind us.

The reason why General Ben did this was just to prove to the pedantic representatives of the Blue Star Supreme Council that General Ben had been vigorously advocating that the strategy of using the occupation of the planet's native races for self-management and razing was extremely feasible. ”

Although Commander Clone Five is modest, he looks extremely useful for flattering his subordinates.