The Frost Seeker has been hovering the outer reaches of the Melbourne galaxy for almost a month. The crew of the Frost seems to have adapted to this more leisurely life. The combat units undergo regular training every day, and the crews of each post do their part to make the battleship run more smoothly.

And as the saying goes, born in sorrow and died in peace, Junlong and Descartes and Mark and others are not very accustomed to such days. They had been preparing for war, and were called "war maniacs" by others on the battleship.

The other people mentioned here are some logistics personnel led by the fat man Ma Long.

Malone didn't always think about pleasure, but he preferred to have delicious food and not have to worry and hide every day, and he didn't always send off his fallen comrades in grief.

"I think I'm having a good time now. The stupid birds of the Federation can't find us, and we have time to grow up slowly. Malone said as he was cooking a piece of barbecue. This piece of barbecue is actually a synthetic artificial protein, but when processed by a fat man, it becomes as delicious as a calf steak in Calisstar.

"But that's not the way to go." Junlong sat on the other side of the barbecue grill and said as he looked at the barbecue that Ma Long put on the iron plate.

"Why isn't it a way?" The fat man pours some homemade seasonings and chopped sauce on the barbecue, and the barbecue makes a sizzling sound, and the tempting aroma of barbecue wafts through the kitchen.

"We're going to fight the Union Army, that's our job. The Union Army will grow stronger over time, and we're clearly not growing fast enough. Junlong said worriedly. He has tried many times to persuade the fat man to cheer up and lead the logistics crew to actively participate in the daily routine training.

"The war is going on!" Marlon stuffed a piece of roast meat into his mouth, ignoring the hot temperature of the meat, and chewed heavily while gasping for air. "Logistics is a war. I'm getting each of them to be at their best. But I think wars are mostly decided by numbers. Whether it is us or Xinhuaguo, the number of people is too small. ”

"Wars are decided by numbers." Junlong said solemnly, "The number is different, and the way of war is different. ”

"What's different?" Malone put down and lifted half of the roast. Asked.

"There are three scenarios. When there are outnumbered opponents and the strength is clearly outnumbered, we will look for opportunities to crush the enemy head-on and solve all the troubles at once, which is exactly how the Federation wants me to fight with us; The second is that when the strength of the two sides is about the same, we need to stalemate with the opponent on the battlefield, seize the enemy's fleeting weakness on the battlefield, so that they cannot recover the situation after one or two defeats, and slowly turn the momentum into a situation in our favor, which is the way the federal army uses when fighting the Puldor or the Zerg. The last is when the enemy is stronger than us. We can only fight in a roundabout way. We need to strike at their rear from the flanks and shake the very foundations of their army, and this is what we are able to do now. ”

"I don't really understand! Are you saying we're going to attack the Federation's supply depots? ”

"It's not just superficial, it's deeper. The foundation of the federation is the people, and it is every citizen of the federation. What we want to shake is the position of the federal government and the military in the hearts of their people, so that everyone in the federation knows what the people in the army have done, and what shady things the major families of the federation are doing. Only then will they be gradually weakened and our power will grow. ”

The fat man seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and he wanted to stuff a piece of meat in his mouth. said: "That is, we ...... How do we do it? ”

"You ......" Junlong pointed at Ma Long and shook his head angrily. He didn't know how to spit out with this fat man anymore.

"First mate! Sir! Please take a look at this! A voice came from the intercom on Junlong's waist.

"What?" Junlong returned impatiently.

"Look at the screen, it's broadcast on board." The voice said. Junlong recognized the owner of the voice. It's Roy.

Very unhappily turned on the virtual screen, Junlong's eyes straightened when he saw the first picture, and he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore.

It was a platoon of servicemen in Union army uniforms with automatic rifles in their hands. It was ruthlessly firing at a crowd dressed in white. It looked like the inside of a building, but the walls were covered in blood and corpses more like a scene from hell. And those who died, Junlong looked extremely familiar. It's all James Lee, or a clone of James Lee.

"How...... How so? Junlong was stunned for a minute, and then shouted at the communicator, "All officers above the colonel level are here to assemble in the captain's room!" Putting down the communicator and looking at Ma Long, who was already dumbfounded, Junlong said, "That's it, you understand?" ”

Ma Long nodded, and then was dragged out of his small cafeteria by Junlong.

In the conference room of the captain's room of the Frost, a group of officers on the ship quickly gathered. Xue Weiwei, Roy, Chen Kaile and others were among them, and even Joliette and Mary came. The previous video footage was so shocking that even Mary, who was a captive, watched it with itchy teeth.

"Can anyone explain." Junlong presided over the meeting and asked as soon as he came up.

Roy raised his hand and said, "I'll tell you about it!" This is what we saw five minutes ago on a video site on the Federation's Interstellar Network, which is currently the largest multi-planet video site in the Federation, and almost all large and medium-sized colonies can connect to this network. The source of the video is now untraceable, and the webpage of the video is encrypted, so we can't decipher any of the poster's message, but one thing is certain. ”

"What?" Junlong asked impatiently.

"It's live." Roy said.

Everyone in the room gasped. After a five-minute live broadcast, I don't know how many people died, and watching this video, there doesn't seem to be any momentum to stop.

Those dressed in white were like innocent and helpless sheep, mercilessly slaughtered by those soldiers. The video footage was not clear, and it was difficult to see the expressions on their faces, but everyone knew that it must be faces of despair and fear. Faced with soldiers firing incessantly with automatic rifles in their hands, they could not even say words of prayer when bullets pierced their bodies, and they fell to the ground in pain, watching their lives pass on the cold ground. (To be continued.) )