"So, there are very few people who are optimistic about us?" The fat man sat lazily on the couch in the base office, chatting with Barbarossa.

Helen, who was sitting on the side, looked at this guy who dared to spread himself like a big pie unscrupulously in front of beautiful women.

At the training ground just now, he stood up straight, and used the demeanor of an iron-blooded soldier to warn all the pirates who had completed their training that from today onwards, they had been reborn as a true warrior. He demanded that they stand upright and become fearless pirates in the truest sense of the word.

But as soon as he entered the office, the fat man threw himself on the sofa, rolling around and sighing, as if his body was about to fall apart. Let the pirates see this ugly posture of him, and they are afraid that the awe that has been built up on the training ground will collapse immediately.

Helen forced herself not to look at the puddle of flesh, and when she thought about it, he had indeed been tired enough to choke on it all these days. He never misses training every day. As the pirates lay in bed aching, he worked day and night discussing plans with his staff officers, and the mechanics and engineers buried their heads between drawings and data.

He was always so busy, in the dockyard, in the mech modification workshop, in the war room, in the office, at the training ground. It is his dedicated work that brings everyone to life. Let every pirate, warrior, cadet and smuggler in this lonely base miraculously twist into a rope.

Life needs miracles. Some miracles are always created by ordinary inadvertent results. At the moment, the pirates in the base. I have seen a new life. They're in training, they're spending time with the Lelei warriors. A little bit is influenced, changed.

No bosses large and small enslave them, and they are no longer disgraced outcasts. Never before has anyone been more hopeful than they are today – eventually, they will have a bright identity in the Federation of Les Rays or in Freeport, and they will have their own house and their own life.

Although this is only a promise. A goal that seems far away. However, for the pirates who have no direction to live. That's enough. It's the same as being a pirate, why not choose to be a pirate with a strong person who gives you dignity now and a bright future in the future?

Especially when they become strong in training, and see the strength of the team in obedience and cooperation, they have their own future. A promise to the fat man, no doubts!

For the nearly 700 officers and men of the Le Lei Space Fleet and the more than 100 exchange trainees composed of mechanics, military staff officers, and army junior officers, this period of time is a day for them to come out of despair and regain their fighting spirit.

Despair of the war in Le Ray, worries about the situation, have been completely put behind us. In the midst of hard work and hard training, they see the base change day by day. We have seen combat effectiveness take shape in simulated battles and classification exercises. It was a sense of accomplishment to see the new warships and battle mechs in the dockyard being built and modified. It was enough to make them feel a kind of excitement that they had never felt before.

Over here. It's the territory of Leray. On this front, the Lelei did not retreat. You can get the results of construction with your own hands. Far more proud than destruction.

Helen's ears seemed to echo the fat man's speech to everyone on the training ground.

"We come from different countries, different peoples. But we have one thing in common - humanity! When our ancestors developed civilization from the blood of Ru Mao to the space age, they did not want us to kill each other in war. What they want to see is a peaceful and peaceful life for future generations! ”

The fat man's voice was loud and loud. The sound around the training ground buzzed: "For this war, ordinary people like us are just victims. Today, we stand here, regardless of nationality or race. We are a member of the free world, and everything we do is to survive this war! ”

"Leray may perish in war, and the free world may be destroyed in war. There are also many countries and many planets, which will be turned into pieces of ruins in this epic battle! While those who dominate, commanding fleets, crisscrossing the stars with steel and war to continue their conquests, the only thing we can do is to do what we can to survive. ”

At that time, Helen could clearly see the fiery light emitted by the fat man's eyes when he stared at somewhere in the void.

At that time, he was by no means the dead fat man with a smiling face, obscene, tired, and shameless.

"Humanity has lost all faith! Religion has decayed and degenerated into terrorism and into various interest groups. We have lived far too long in a dark world without faith. So long ago that we've forgotten who we are. Now, we have a new faith - survival and inheritance! ”

The fat man's words echoed in a solemn base: "Survive, we are not losers, we are not outcasts!" ”

"Survive, prove we've been here, we've seen! Let's leave our mark on the world, let our children, pass on our genes. Let our genes, along with human civilization, shine on the entire universe! ”

"Survive!"

Helen couldn't remember how long she had been there, and what kind of eyes she had looked at the fat man.

Only when you have really experienced war, who have really experienced despair, will you understand how different there is between real war and fiction movies.

Human beings always remember the beauty of peace when war really comes. Now that I think about it, how wonderful it was to go to the mall, listen to music, travel with friends, fall in love, and party.

What is the right to live, these are!

Use your own genes to inherit civilization. There is no greater faith for mankind.

Helen's gaze couldn't help but move to the fat man's body...... Alas. It's better to listen to them with your ears. The dead fat man put his hands on the bulging belly. Scratch and scratch......

"The odds continue to fall, and they are about to fall to four to one." Barbarossa Road. As he spoke, he took out a beautiful wooden box from his desk drawer, opened it, and pulled out one of the finest Havana cigars from the earth. Carefully cut off one end with a cigar cutter and is about to stuff it into your mouth. But the fat man stretched out his hand and snatched it.

"It's time for us to get rich!" The fat man greedily put the cigar in his mouth and lit it, and smoked a cigarette.

"Klaus has the money ready." Barbarossa painedly took out a cigar again: "When the odds go up to five to one, he will bet." A total of 100 million Fidan! ”

"I don't know!" The fat man pursed his lips, and the cigar in his mouth turned around: "Isn't it just a cruiser, get an aircraft carrier." Aren't they all dumbfounded? ”

"A cruiser, of course, is nothing to you." Barbarossa sighed and said, "However, for the free world with an arms embargo, all ships and mechs can only be developed by themselves, and produced by civilian shipyards and mecha manufacturers. Even if you can get obsolete military ships, it is impossible to get a full set of military equipment. ”

Lighting his cigar, Barbarossa continued, "In order to increase their strength, in order to have military equipment, many merchant and pirate groups. Mercenaries will do whatever it takes. In the free world. Such things are always in short supply. Who wants to save some money. Whoever falls behind will be beaten. by your side. There's always your enemies and competitors on the lookout. ”

"Oh?" The fat man came interested: "In some designs, civilian mecha is even ahead of military mechas. How on weapons and ships. Such a big gap? ”

"Because of technical limitations and resource constraints." Barbarossa said: "For all countries in the world, military technology and resources are strictly controlled. You should know this better than I do. In the free world, there are no resources. There are the most brilliant mechanics and experts in various industries, but because of the balance rules of the free world itself and the control of the free world by the Supreme Council of Humanity, no one dares to step beyond the mine, except for a few small arms. ”

"That's right." The fat man nodded: "Under the control of the Supreme Council of Mankind, there are so many pirates in the free world, if you are really allowed to have advanced military weapons, then you have to do it?" ”

"But ......," Barbarossa said, "is now almost non-existent." The Supreme Union of Mankind has died in name only. The number of regulated resources flowing into the free world from various sources has also exploded. After a while, the entire free world will be completely in the chaos of reshuffling. Now, it's up to who's faster! ”

"So, do you think there is a market for the mechs and warships we have recently completed?" The fat man puffed out a puff of smoke from his mouth.

"Yes!" Barbarossa nodded affirmatively: "If anyone knows what we have now, then I'm afraid the odds will be reversed!" If you want to make money, selling weapons is a good way, the question is, can these things be produced? You know, it won't be long before we face a competition from the military equipment that has been displaced from Salgar and the equipment that has been funded by the West and developed by the free world. ”

"Those things ......" The fat man crossed Erlang's legs with a stinky face: "How do you compare with my design?" What others can't, I can! As long as I have money, I dare to make anything! ”

"Money?" Barbarossa laughed: "When you get rid of the Demon Eye and you intervene in the free world strongly, you will know that this world is full of money!" ”

"No, no, no." The fat man shook his head: "It's not me who has risen strongly. It's you. ”

"Why?" Barbarossa looked at the fat man in bewilderment.

"Become the mastermind behind the scenes...... "The fat man stretched out a fat hand, turning it over and over and looking very affectionate: "It's my favorite." ”

"Besides, your local identity can cooperate with the Fijian Alliance or with the Western Covenant." The fat man raised his eyebrows, and a sinister smile stunned Helen on the side: "Where I can reap the benefits, I will not let go." When the time comes, we'd better split internally, fight for each other, fight for each other, and fight for revenge like the sea, relying on the Filipino Alliance on the one hand, and relying on the West Covenant on the other, and get a *** vote! ”

"Take refuge in Siloh?" Barbarossa said dumbfoundedly: "This is not just a matter of words, do you want to attack the ship of the Filipino League?" ”

"What's not to do?" The fat man took a sip of his cigar. sneered: "Feiyang Republic Ground Ship, I have been trying to rob it for a long time!" ”

"Don't even let go of your own people?" Barbarossa's gaze was a little glazed. He felt that the fat man in front of him was the real pirate. is ruthless, and turning his face is faster than turning a book.

After finally coming back to his senses, he decided to change the subject: "By the way, what about the cruiser of the Demon Eye?" Our Rubik's Cube is also a cruiser. The main guns are only reinforced with destroyer-class main guns, and they still can't be compared. ”

"It's useless to have a ship." The fat man slumped himself into the sofa again, and groaned comfortably: "When the reconnaissance ship finds the lair of the Demon Eye, you will know when the fight starts." The General Staff has at least ten plans to turn this ship into ours! ”

DE-4541 star system. A reconnaissance frigate with its thrusters turned off, stuck to the shadow of an asteroid a kilometer in diameter, floating silently.

From the outside, it is easy to tell that this small ship with an olive-shaped hull and two round main thrusters parallel to each other is one of the main products of the famous Freeport Pegasus shipyard, the Exocet-class frigate.

This frigate is widely used in space exploration and merchant escort because of its low price, rapid acceleration and quick steering. It can be said that it can be seen in most fleets sailing in space.

However, in the edge of the shipping channel and the common galaxy. If you see a solitary Exocet frigate. But it's not a good thing, because. That often means that the pirates are approaching.

Silently in the universe. The scout ship hidden in the shadows is like a ghost. A lurker in the night. Its main thrusters and engines have been completely shut down. There was no light in the ship's porthole. It is only when the micro-steering thrusters on both sides emit a fleeting flash of light from time to time as they adjust the ship's levitating attitude can one believe that this is not a ghost ship.

In the silence, Carl sat in the six-person main control room, staring with bated breath at the virtual screen on the main console.

Two days earlier, Carl had been ordered aboard the scout ship to map the environment of the Demon's Eye Pirates' long-term activity. The mapping went smoothly, and the interstellar map provided by the Redbeard Pirates was very detailed, including obstacle areas, short-range jump zones, asteroid belts, nebulae, etc., and the gravitational environment was also very detailed.

Originally, Carl was supposed to return the day before. But unexpectedly, when passing through the DE-4541 system, he unexpectedly discovered the traces of the Demon Eye Pirate Group.

The ship's leader is Huck, the leader of the raiding group of the Redbeard Pirates. Huck is fifty years old and has been a pirate for more than thirty years. He knew everything about pirate land. He is especially good at interstellar raiding. Know every procedure in the entire raiding process.

Huck's experience saved everyone's lives. As soon as the anomalous metal arrangement appeared on the scanner, Huck led the ship into the asteroid belt.

A few minutes later, several Demon's Eye Pirate Scout ships, like mountain patrol imps, appeared in the dazzling halo of stars in the center of the DE-4541 star system.

This unexpected discovery made everyone excited. An even bigger surprise was yet to come—after hours of patrolling by the reconnaissance ships, four plundering ships and three armed merchant ships also sailed out of the star system and into lurking positions on the side of the channel.

The appearance of these warships almost confirmed everyone's judgment. The Demon Eye Pirate Regiment actually put their base in the main channel system of the Mars Commercial Passage.

Knowing that it would not be able to leave for a while, the reconnaissance ship could only turn off its engines, hide and wait for an opportunity. That's a full sixteen hours. There are no lights, no entertainment, and only sixteen hours of stored electricity to maintain the minimum supply level of the subsistence system.

Until a fleet of caravans, at the end of the short jump, ready to enter the obstacle zone. The Demon Eye Pirates, who had been in ambush for a long time, finally launched an attack.

At this moment, the virtual screen flickered, reflecting the faces of Carl and the crew flickering - a tragic picture uploaded back to the virtual screen from the optical telescope.

The battle, which lasted for four hours, was nearing its end.

In the starry universe, turbulent energy cannon fire, explosions one after another, and the wreckage of the flying ships together constitute the main color of this picture.

The merchant fleet, with two frigates, a heavy frigate and an assault ship, has been completely crushed. Under the wolf-like attack of the pirates, two frigates and one assault ship have been destroyed, and the remaining heavy frigate is also scarred.

And the two large Star Camel B-class transports they are guarding have been approached by pirates' space mechs. Only one small passenger ship, which escaped the encirclement.

"We'll leave when they're done cleaning up!" Huck whispered to Carl. As he spoke, he looked at the screen again and sighed, "Phantom Stream, it seems that it has completely declined." Even Stillman dared to attack them. Hey. "Phantom Stream?" Carl turned his head to look at the old pirate Huck, and suddenly felt that the name seemed familiar.