Chapter 1230 Traitor

When people focused on the Andromeda-class battleship, Scorpio-class cruiser, Perseus-class destroyer, Monoceros-class frigate...the series of warships named by Kyrenia, SNS TV reported another news—— --Adam's government's logistics fleet transported a large amount of building materials to the Dilar star system. It seems... Captain Tang is not satisfied with the existence of the Atlantis space station, and intends to rebuild the battleship production line of the Dilar star system. [full text reading]

Some people think this is very inspirational, and where you fall, you have to get up from where you fell.

Some people think this is a waste. They all know that Christel has been reduced to a Jedi. Why does he spend a lot of time rebuilding the warship production line and directly use political means to buy the shipbuilding mastered by military enterprises such as Iga Industry and Rover Technology Consortium? Factory, and then transform it for personal use.

With the power that Captain Tang currently possesses, it is not difficult to achieve such a goal.

Some people think that this is Captain Tang's personal feelings. You must know that he has never been a qualified businessman.

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In short, the international community has mixed reactions to his plan to rebuild the Dilar star system warship production line.

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Phoenix Empire, Durham Star System, Empire Star Engineering Academy, Student Council Office.

A greasy young student frowned looking at the display device connected to the mobile phone on the multifunctional desk.

Under the report titled "The new Pharaoh-class battleship is testing the water today, or it may become a strong opponent of the Andromeda-class battleship." There are hundreds of comments.

The new Pharaoh-class battleship is an advanced weapon of the fifth-generation battleship of the Phoenix Empire, and many people in the Phoenix Empire regard it as a quasi-sixth-generation battleship.

Among the posts, the most liked ones were "Laughing and strengthening the body, the empire rises." Eight words.

The first floor below is: "Don't just talk and don't do it, it's the mule or the horse that comes out for a walk."

The message on the third floor started with a laughing emoji, followed by "Oh, friends... I don't think they dare, because it will shake the DI system."

The fourth floor joked: "Brother on the upper bunk, I am very worried about your life."

The fifth floor said: "Haha, this kind of wording... I guessed it was a report from comet.com."

The young student wondered,

After the Phoenix Empire declared war on the Star Alliance, it has been a long time since I saw this kind of ridicule post, why did it pop up again all of a sudden.

He scanned the timetable in the lower right corner of the screen, and typed in a message: "Now that the country is in crisis, at the moment of life and death, you don't want to serve the motherland and avenge His Royal Highness, but you are talking coldly here. I have reason to suspect that you are arranged by the Star Alliance." The spies who entered the empire are damned traitors."

The seventh floor appeared soon, with only a silence expression.

The young student moves the cursor and switches to the second tab, which is also a news report. The title is: "Morningstar Casting has delivered 500 warships to the Covenant Navy. Can General Ingrid continue to write the legend, take on the mountain, and stabilize the golden beam?"

There are also many comments below this news report.

"Come on, General Ingrid, please remember that there are tens of thousands of Phoenix Empire people standing behind you."

"Adam Oliver is a dog raised by Morning Star. I don't know how many times he begged for mercy in exchange for 500 warships."

"If the empire needs it, I am willing to donate half a year's salary."

"The new Pharaoh-class battleship is not only equipped with a large-caliber laser cannon, but also the most advanced gravimeter radar. The central computer can perform hundreds of millions of floating-point operations per second, and its comprehensive capabilities are not inferior to the Andromeda-class battleship."

"I don't know how long it will take for the new Tiankhan-class frigate to enter the ranks. As a high-speed assault ship equipped with a pulse jump drive, it is just a piece of cake to deal with the Kylin-class frigate."

"Yes, yes...the pulse jump driver is a super weapon that can provide short-distance jump capabilities. I can't wait to see the scene where the Khan-class frigate shoots the chrysanthemum of the Covenant battleship."

The young student showed a gratified smile, thinking that if everyone could be as loyal to the empire and His Majesty the Emperor as the friends above, wouldn't his job be much easier.

In any case, affected by the war, those annoying remarks have been much less, and it seems that without much effort, the task can be completed and a full scholarship for this academic year can be won.

The same Durham star system, in a space prison far from the Imperial Star Engineering Academy.

Two prison guards held black electric batons and patted their palms lightly, slap, slap, slap...

They looked at the weak young man in front of them playfully... as if it was not a human, but a monkey.

"What did I say wrong?" The young man said in a hoarse voice, "I will not plead guilty, never..."

He glanced at the prisoner standing outside, wearing a yellow prison uniform, looking at him with indifference, and continued: "I just said those injustices, those ugliness, I just hope to awaken the spirit of every Phoenix Empire person, Teach them how to walk with a straight back, how to claim their own power, so that future generations will not live in fear of violence and torture."

"Why do people in the Commonwealth of Charles dare to stand up and declare war on the injustice around them? Because they know that there are tens of thousands of Commonwealths of Charles standing behind them. But what about us? We have learned to ignore it under violence and oppression, and are accustomed to compromise. Even cruelly betrayed. When the wicked are united and the good people are still scattered..."

Crack, crack, crack... It's not the sound of electric batons hitting palms, but the sound of palms clapping palms.

Some bald prison guards interrupted the young man's statement, glanced at the prisoners with different faces around him, yawned and said: "Tomorrow, there are tens of thousands of shells to be loaded and unloaded, and the welding work of the engineering frame to be completed, it is because of him... ...Because of one person, everyone can't sleep, and they are punished here with him. What should I do..."

At this moment, a dry and thin man of yellow race walked up to the young man, and punched the young man hard in the face at a very fast speed. The prison uniform and the ground were stained red.

"You brazen traitor, our prince has been killed and the country's dignity is gone, yet you still have the heart to pursue yourself and your family here?" The yellow man seemed to get angrier as he spoke.

Before the young man could stand still, another fist landed on his right cheek, and blood spattered out.

"Traitor!"

"Traitor!"

"Traitor!"

The slogan resounded throughout the hall, echoing on the iron wall and the ears of everyone.

The yellow man wiped off the blood on the back of his hand and returned to where he was standing just now.

The bald prison guard slapped his palm with an electric baton and said, "Well said, traitor...he is a traitor." Then he turned to look at another middle-aged prisoner next to him.

The man hesitated for a moment, a complex light flashed in his eyes, and finally walked out, walked up to the young man who had just stood still, and threw out a fist: "Go to hell, you traitor."

Blood splattered out again, staining the prison uniform and fists red.

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

The bald prison guard has been very quiet, but no one dares to say "no", no one does not know what to do.

Traitor... that word is heavy, very, very heavy, heavier than a mountain.

No one wants to be infamous like that, and the best way to get rid of it is to punch that young man, draw a line, let his blood stain his fists, and try to prove himself a patriot...whether they are I agree with the words of the youth from the bottom of my heart, or I do not agree with the words of the youth.

A piece of blood fell on the ground, some of which had dried up and turned into glaring blood spots, still emitting bursts of fishy smell.

The young man fell to the ground, dying, and could no longer speak those impassioned words.

His blood stained those who wore the same color prison uniform as him.

The black prison guard with a pair of thick lips stepped forward, looked at the young man lying on the ground with contemptuous eyes, raised his black hair, and approached the unrecognizable face, with a victorious posture and tone Said: "Look, after talking so much, who did you wake up?"

The young man didn't say anything, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, which stained the opposite face.

The black prison guard wiped away the blood stains with his hands, without getting angry, and said calmly: "See... I didn't use violence. They are the ones who made you like this...you tried to wake them up."

The prison guard looked at the young man's gloomy eyes and said, "Let me guess, are you disappointed now? It's a pity... Yes, you are dying, dying with the notoriety of a traitor, no one will pity you, no People will mourn you, and even family and friends will distance themselves from you."

"So you see how expensive it is to be a freedom fighter!"

"So you see, you died at the hands of the people you tried to save, but they used a kind of righteousness and integrity that are commendable. Look at you... how humiliating and cheap your death is, I am really sorry for you life is sad."

"Of course, if these people can get out alive, if these people have a conscience, and if the Phoenix Empire dies and is replaced by a newcomer, the ruling class may regard you as a blood hero, a fearless fighter, a worthy of respect. Treated by the sages of the world, those generous statements you just said will become famous aphorisms, which will be admired by thousands of people."

"However, in essence, it is just a method used by the new interest groups that replaced the Phoenix Empire to maintain the legitimacy of their own government and to deceive the people's support."

"The world is so sinister and the society is so cruel. Even if you try your best to struggle, you will not be able to get the future you want in the end."

The prison guard looked down at the bloodless face, and the mockery in his eyes became more and more intense.

In his opinion, youth is really naive. Because what young people have to fight against is not one person, nor a group of people, nor a country, but the evil side of human nature, and there is no possibility of victory at all. How can an egg crack a rock, how can a donkey knock down a train?

They use group violence, the goat effect, egoism, and hypocritical justice...these are the evil sides of human beings to fight back against young people. To put it bluntly, they played with him, trampled on him, and didn't even get their hands and clothes dirty.

"You know, everything I do is learned from the people above. It's up to you...what to use to fight those visible and invisible enemies."

"Being a human...if...you don't have dreams, what is the difference...with salted fish." After saying this, the young man swallowed his last breath and died.

The black prison guard spit on the corpse: "Now you look worse than a salted fish."

The bald yellow prison guard in front looked back: "Have you ever eaten salted fish?"

The black prison guard said: "I have eaten sashimi, the kind dipped in wasabi oil. I think...the taste should be similar."

To be honest, he hated eating that stuff.

"I'll leave the matter of disposing of the corpse to you." The yellow prison guard didn't explain to the black prison guard what the difference between salted fish and sashimi is, and what's the difference in taste. He stood up and walked to the prison area deep in the corridor.

"I will write a document to the warden, saying that you have successfully killed an enemy spy who broke into the prison, and then you will receive a reduced sentence."

Some people saw the young man die like this, by their hands, everyone here was stained with the blood of the dead, they couldn't help feeling a little scared and blamed themselves, their faces were as pale as snow.

But there are still some people with blue veins bursting out on their faces, their skins are red like a fire burning underneath, and their whole bodies are trembling...not trembling from fear, but trembling from excitement. Because this method can be used to vent the repressed impulse in the body, and it will not be punished. In the name of justice, in the name of trial, in the name of patriotism... As for whether what the young man said is right, is it for their sake? This is of course impossible, the good intentions of the hostile elements must have hidden secrets.

Until the prison guards said that they should take credit for them and reduce their sentences, the ashamed people chose to forget the scene just now. In the impression of others, just one person died just now, just one person died!

The young man's body was cremated overnight, then thrown into the stinking ditch behind the prison area, and finally drifted into the "sea".

This incident is like a small splash suddenly rising from a corner of the endless universe, so insignificant.

When His Majesty the Holy Emperor gave a speech at the University of Horus, revealing the changing direction of GE, many people with courage and thought tried to straighten their spines and became a clear stream of society.

However, as Virginia Alexander became seriously ill, the eighth prince, David Alexander, died at the hands of the Star Alliance Navy. Hegel Alexander, who was in power on behalf of his father, decided to declare war on the Star Alliance to avenge his brother. upgrade.

It is not uncommon for people like young people who died under the hands of prison guards. The whole society is shrouded in great fear and anxiety. No one dares to speak nonsense, and no one dares to mention His Majesty the Holy Emperor, because the people who do this are not serving their sentences for crimes. It is being disappeared, being unemployed, being mentally ill...