Chapter 108 Meeting (IV)

The bandit fleet sailed silently in the deep and quiet universe.

The destroyer formation consisting of ten destroyers and eleven magic cruisers sailed in front with snake spears. Then there were seven Saint-class battleships and the huge Oracle space carrier. At the end and on both wings, twenty [Bandit] class armed merchant ships and twenty-six [Group-beat] class heavy assault ships modified from pirate assault ships.

The fleet was very fast. On this rarely visited edge channel, dozens of warships flashed through the starry sky like lightning. Galaxy and planets watched dozens of destruction warships lined up, appear and passed by. Finally, they watched them drag long blue streams, like fireflies flying into the depths of the jungle, disappearing without a trace.

Stars continue to emit light and heat; planets still run along their trajectories; nebula and asteroid belts are still silent and silent. For them, this passing fleet is just a small insect that flies through their long lives. It is small and insignificant.

Margaret stood in front of the porthole, watching a dark brown planet outside the window, which seemed to be half burning under the light of the star, quickly faded away. In a flash, it changed from the size of a basin to a small ping-pong ball in the distance. When the battleship quickly turned an arc in the void, the half-light and half-dark planet had jumped to the other side of the battleship and disappeared from view.

The warship was sailing at high speed, and after a moment, outside the porthole, it was pitch black again. The stars in the distance were just small spots of light, and their light could not cover the bright lights in the cabin. The clear porthole turned into a mirror. Margaret quietly watched her face appear on the porthole, and suddenly wrinkled her nose and made a secret grimace.

It was a boring and fun journey.

It is boring because, except for passing through stars, bright nebula and the wonderful aurora that flashes from time to time, most of the time, you can't see any magnificent scenery on the high-speed battleship. It is interesting because she now doesn't even know where she is.

"Margaret!"

Fang Xiang's soft and pleasant voice came from Margaret's ears.

"It's coming again!" Margaret bit her lip in distress. She had long discovered that whenever the fleet was about to jump, there would always be people who would find themselves and use various excuses to get themselves out of the porthole.

If you don't leave, then these warships will stay in place for a long time.

Stop the engine, close the portholes and passages, huge sounds and vibrations... These are the deepest impressions of Margaret's battleship jumping during this trip. These things cannot tell her anything, but instead make her more confused.

You should know that in the Mars Free Channel, although there are many jump points that can be used by aircraft carriers, they are not coherent. If you want to lead to the Salega Longbow Galaxy, the only way is to enter the southeast main channel from a certain jump point.

However, although he didn't know where he was, Margaret also understood that the fleet had completely surpassed the limits of similar ships of Feiyang, and was sailing at a speed that completely surpassed the limits of similar ships of Feiyang. It was definitely a route that had nothing to do with the main channel.

How did they own this Class A route that can also travel to aircraft carriers in addition to the main channel? Or, their destination is not Salga?!

All kinds of questions kept bothering Margaret. Coupled with the obvious secret hidden in front of her, the fleet made her even more curious.

Margaret smiled and turned around and saw Fang Xiang walking towards her.

Even with Margaret's pride, it has to be admitted that this Major General Salega, with long soft black hair, has a charming magic.

Kind, quiet, gentle, sexy... Even the sound of her speaking is fascinating.

The natural charm and mature charm that she exudes is not something that ordinary girls can learn. Such a woman is what men dream of. Whether it is at a dance where there are many beautiful women or on a bed covered with soft sheets, she is a peerless beauty in the eyes of men.

"Call me Maggie." Margaret said with a smile.

"Okay, Maggie..." Fang Xiang held Margaret's arm and chuckled: "That guy is waiting for you to take revenge in the war room."

"That means..." Margaret smiled and said, "It's time for me to leave the porthole, right?"

"Yes." Fang Xiang was slightly stunned, then laughed, and said frankly: "Look, in order not to let you find out the secrets of our fleet, we have spent a lot of effort to find excuses."

"How many excuses do you need?" Margaret and Fang Xiang walked towards the war room hand in hand: "How about I'll think about it for you next time?"

"This is the last one." Fang Xiang's understatement, like a thunderclap, exploded in Margaret's ear: "After this jumping point, we went to the Salega Longbow Galaxy. There is my home..."

"Welcome to Salega, this..." Margaret stopped, turned around in a daze, and looked at the slowly closed porthole baffle. Looking at the young officers in the command hall, with excited expressions and rapid breathing, listening to Major General Salega, listening to her smiling voice, and saying to herself in her magical voice: "..... Found in giving up the country the second before."

"snort!"

With a cold snorkeling, Brody, with a gray face, pulled the newspaper in her hand to pieces, then kneaded it into a ball, and smashed it hard on the TV wall on the front of the large and luxurious carriage.

The paper ball bounced back and rolled down next to a pair of shiny leather shoes on the right side of the car.

Hansford, the owner of the leather shoes, smiled slightly, and kicked the paper ball to the beautiful female secretary with a pale face on the seat opposite. He signaled the at a loss and picked it up and threw it away.

The secretary did as he did. She bent down and picked up the balls of paper and scattered pieces of paper on the soft carpet.

A playful smile appeared on Hansford's face, and he gently shook the cup containing whiskey and ice in his hand with sanity, allowing the dark golden liquid to wrap the clear ice, making a crisp impact sound on the wall of the cup.

"Why be angry..." Hansford took a sip of wine, looked away from the white chest of the female secretary, and moved to Brody. He said lightly: "Flavion's mouth has long been famous. He is concerned about anything with him. Besides, the people of Jepeng run newspapers are just exaggerating and trying their best to encourage each other. If we haven't broken through Newton's jumping point for a day, they will continue to encourage."

Brody looked out the car window with a deep face, her eyes half-closed, and her gray eyes were like a gray wolf on the snow field.

The black luxury bulletproof flying vehicle was escorted by dozens of armed mechas and armored vehicles, passing through the central city of Ludrit, the capital of Lere. High-rise buildings quickly retreated from the windows. The wide streets were already under martial law. Every few dozen meters, a policeman and two soldiers with live ammunition were ordered to leave the street.

The crowded crowds on both sides of the street, the policemen who maintained order, and the silent soldiers were like a silent and solidified picture scroll. Those numb, angry, and contemptuous faces flashed through the car window.

The convoy entered the forest avenue in the city. This forest, which is ten kilometers long and wide, is spread throughout Ludrit. It was already late autumn, and the forest was covered with drank wine.

Brody's forehead was already full of blue veins for Hansford's silent contempt, but she was still forcibly suppressing it.

The two of them stood silently in this quiet carriage. The female secretary sitting beside her was pale, staring at the woods passing by outside the window, hoping to open the car door and jump out.

There are no eternal enemies in this world, and naturally there are no eternal friends. Whether it is Brody or Hansford, they are all people with extreme scheming. When they first cooperated and had no intention of being wary of each other. During the coup, they were grasshoppers on a rope, prospering and losing. Now, there have been subtle changes between the two people.

Hansford was born in the army and had already been the commander of the Free Galaxy Military Region before the coup. If Hamilton had not suddenly investigated the huge bribes he had received from foreign arms dealers a few years ago, he would have known that he would not have participated in this coup at all.

However, Hansford's character has never liked to regret it. He always believed that since he did it, he would do it without stopping. He was indecisive and would never achieve great things. Therefore, after hitting off with Brody, he took advantage of the public's anti-war march to quickly launch a coup and firmly controlled all the troops, including the Lerey Central Galaxy.

This is a dance on the edge of the cliff, but......Hansford never took the small chairman of the Communist Party in front of him as his dance partner. If necessary, he would push Brody off the cliff without hesitation!

Brody's ambition is too great. A shrewd man with appropriate ambitions would be a good partner. If a person is stupid and does not know how to control his ambitions, then only an idiot will cooperate with him without reservation! Hansford doesn't want to be this idiot. As soon as the coup was successful, he discovered that Brody didn't understand what politics was at all.

Compared with a mature politician like Hamilton, Brody is a madman with infinite ambitions and lack of mental integrity. While he used harsh and high-pressure means to rule, he also narcissistically tried to build himself into Lerey's greatest president. And his deeds that he was about to engrave a monument were actually the leader of Lerey, who took this war as an opportunity to become a major power in the Western Conference.

Even if Flavio didn't scold him in that newspaper, he tried desperately to capture the Atlantis star field. For him, Lere is too incomplete now.

Hansford glanced at Brody and continued to lower his eyes and drink. He felt extremely disgusted with this idiot with gray eyes. What annoyed him the most was that this idiot, who had listened to whom he actually activated Mihailovich to restrain himself!

No one knows Mihailovich better than Hansford, and until his death he will not believe that Mihailovich will surrender to Brody's allegiance.

But Brody believes that now, after Mikhailovic was forcibly appointed as the chief of staff of the military, the army has shown signs of division. Hansford admitted that he lost this move, but Brody doesn't understand, and he didn't win either!

On the day Mikhailovich walked out of prison, Hansford had reached a cooperation agreement with several political parties in his villa in the Liberty Galaxy.

Lere, after all, Lerere is Lerere. What Lere should do in this war is to hide aside and cool down! Hansford dares to bet that even if the military power is in Mikhailovich's hands, he will not obey the orders of this lunatic, so that Lerere fleet can attack Newton's jump point with all its might.

Let Brody continue his daydream! Hansford looked leisurely and stopped on the secretary's perky chest. He speculated whether this woman had been fucked by Brody.

The convoy, silently speeded. After a while, had arrived at the destination of this trip - the Joint Military Base located in the western suburbs of the capital Ludrit.

Ignoring Brody, Hansford was about to put down his glass and get out of the car, when suddenly, the secret communicator on Brody's special car rang. "Beep beep!" The rapid electronic sound broke the silence in the car.

Brody glanced gloomy, glanced at Hansford, turned on the communicator, and soon, his face, which was like a thousand years of ice, showed a erroneous expression. The expression slowly changed, and finally, a proud and ferocious smile appeared on his face.

Hansford suddenly had an ominous premonition. He stared at Brody in a daze, his finger joints that were pinching the wine glass, turned white because he tried too hard.

Brody put the communicator and stretched comfortably.

"I won't tell you what the specific thing is, you will know soon anyway. I can only tell you that the issue of attacking Newton's jump point is no longer necessary for us to argue. And, I think it's necessary to remind you that you'd better seize the time and sank the army. I don't want to see only a group of mobs when our Allied fleet arrives."

Hansford got out of the car, turned on the communicator, and connected the military headquarters. Soon, his face turned pale.

Behind him, the black luxury flying car, with doors and windows closed. Under the protection of dozens of Presidential Guards, the flying car shook violently, and bursts of gasps and moans came.
Chapter completed!