People focused on the Andromeda-class battleships named by Kellynia, Scorpio-class cruisers, Perseida destroyers, Kirin-class frigates... When the series of battleships were named, SNS TV reported another news - the Adam government's logistics fleet transported a large amount of building materials to the Dilal Star System, and seemed... Captain Tang was not satisfied with the existence of the Atlantis space station and planned to rebuild the battleship production line of the Dilal Star System.

Some people think this is inspirational, and they must get up from wherever they fall.

Some people think this is a waste, and they all know that Christie has become a Jedi, so why did he spend a lot of effort to rebuild the warship production line, and directly use political means to buy shipyards mastered by military-industrial enterprises such as Iga Industry and the Rover Technology Consortium, and then transform it into it for self-use.

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

Some people also think this is Captain Tang’s personal feelings, and you must know that he has never been a qualified businessman.

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In short, the international community has responded differently to his plan to rebuild the Dilal Star System warship production line.

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

A young student with greasy head and powder frowned at the multifunctional desk looking at the display device connected to the mobile device.

Below the report titled "The new type of Pharaoh-class battleship tests the waters today, or becomes a strong enemy of Andromeda-class battleships." There are hundreds of comments.

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

The highest-profile in the comments is the eight words "Idiotize and strengthen the body, and the rise of the empire."

The first floor below is: "Don't just talk nonsense, it's a mule or a horse that takes a walk."

The message on the third floor started with a laughing expression, followed by "Oh, friends... I don't think they dare, because that would shake the dial 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 guess it's a report from Comet.com."

The young student felt strange that after the Phoenix Empire declared war on the Star Covenant, it had not seen such jokes and comments for a long time, so why did it suddenly appear again?

He swept the timetable in the lower right corner of the screen and typed a message: "Now the country is in danger, and the moment of life and death, you don't want to serve the motherland and avenge your prince, but you are cold and cold here. I have reason to suspect that you are spies who have been inserted into the empire by Star Alliance, and you are a damn traitor."

The seventh floor soon appeared, with only one expression of silence.

The young student moved the cursor and switched to the second label, which was also a news report. The title was: "Morning Star Casting has delivered 500 warships to the Star Covenant Navy. Can General Ingrid continue the legend, act as a mountain, and stabilize the golden beam?"

There are also many comments below this news report.

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

"Adam Oliver is a dog raised by Morning Star. I don't know how many times I wag my tail and beg for mercy, I only received 500 warships."

"If the empire needs it, I'm willing to donate my half-year salary."

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

"I don't know how long it will take for the new Tiankhan-class frigate to be included in the ranks. As a high-speed assault warship equipped with pulse transition drivers, it is just a piece of cake to deal with Kirin-class frigates."

"Yes, yes... the pulse transition driver is a super weapon that can provide short-distance transition capabilities. I can't wait to see the scene where the Tiankhan-class frigate shot the Star Covenant warship chrysanthemum."

The young student smiled with relief and thought that if everyone could be as loyal to the empire and His Majesty as his friends above, wouldn't his work be much easier?

In any case, due to the war, those annoying remarks have been much less, and it seems that they can complete the task without much effort and win the full scholarship for this school year.

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

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

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

"What did I say wrong?" said the young man in a hoarse voice: "I will not confess my guilt, never..."

He glanced at the prisoner standing outside, wearing yellow prison uniform, looking at his prisoner with a cold look, and continued: "I just talk about those injustice and those ugliness. I just hope to awaken the spirit of every Phoenix Empire, teach them how to straighten their backs and walk, how to fight for their own power, and save their descendants from living in the fear of violence and punishment."

"Why do people in the Charles Federation dare to stand up and declare war on the injustice around them? Because they know that behind them are thousands of Charles Federation people. But what about us? Under violence and oppression, we have learned to look indifferently, and we are used to compromise and even betrayal. When the evil people are united, the good people are still a mess..."

Pa, pa, pa... It's not the sound of an electric baton hitting the palm of the palm, it's the sound of a palm clapping the palm.

Some bald prison guards interrupted the young man's speech, glanced at the prisoners with different faces around him, and said yawning: "Tomorrow there will be tens of thousands of shells to be loaded and unloaded, and the welding work of the engineering frame will be completed, because of him... because of a person, everyone can't sleep, and accompany him here to be punished. What should I do..."

At this moment, a thin and thin yellow man walked up to the young man and punched him with a very fast speed, hitting him hard on the face. Blood suddenly spurted out of his nose, dyeing his fists red, and the prison uniform and the ground red.

"You shameless traitor, our prince was killed, and the dignity of the country is gone. Do you still have the intention to pursue yourself and your family here?" The yellow race seemed to be getting more and more angry as the more you spoke.

Before the young man stood firm, another fist fell on his right cheek and blood splashed out.

"Traitor!"

"Traitor!"

"Traitor!"

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

The yellow man wiped the blood from the back of his hands and returned to the place where he was standing just now.

The bald prison guard slapped his palm with an electric baton and said, "Well said, a traitor... he is a traitor." Then he turned his head and looked 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 to the young man who had just stood firm, and threw it out with a punch: "Go to hell, you traitor."

Blood splattered out again, dyeing prison uniforms and fists red.

Then there is the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth…

The bald prison guard has always been quiet, but no one dares to say "no", and no one doesn't know what to do.

Traitors... This word is very heavy, very heavy, heavier than a mountain.

No one wants to bear such a critique, and the best way to get rid of this critique is to beat the young man up, draw a line, let his blood be stuck in his fist, and try to prove that he is a patriot... Whether they agree with the young man from the bottom of their hearts or disagree with the young man's words.

A piece of blood fell on the ground, some of which had dried up and turned into dazzling blood spots, and the smell was still spreading.

The young man fell to the ground, became dying, and could no longer say those passionate words.

His blood was stained with those who were wearing the same color of prison uniform as him.

A pair of thick lips in the back took a step forward, looked at the young man lying on the ground with contempt, lifted up his black hair, approached the unrecognizable face, and said in a victorious gesture and tone: "Look, after saying so much, who have you awakened?"

The young man said nothing, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the face opposite him.

The black prison guard wiped the blood stains with his hands, without getting angry, and said calmly: "Did you see it... I didn't use violence. They are the ones you are trying to awaken."

The prison guard looked at the young man's dull eyes and said, "Let me guess, are you very disappointed now? It's a pity... Yes, you are about to die. You die under the reputation of a traitor. No one will pity you, no one will mourn you, and even relatives and friends will draw a clear line with you."

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

"So you see, you die in the hands of those who you are trying to save, but they use a kind of praiseworthy and great ritual. Look at you... how humiliating you die and how cheap you die, I really feel sad for your life."

"Of course, if these people could go out alive, if these people had a conscience, and if the Phoenix Empire was destroyed and replaced by later generations, the ruling class might treat you as a passionate hero, a fearless fighter, and a respectable sage. The generous speeches you just said will become famous quotes and are admired by thousands of people."

"However, in essence, it is just a means to replace the Phoenix Empire to maintain its legitimacy and defraud the public of support."

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

The prison guard looked down at the blood-lost face, and the mockery in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

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

They used group violence, the head effect, the egoism, the hypocritical justice... these evil sides of human beings fought back against the young people. To put it bluntly, they played with him, trampled on him, and even did not dirty their hands and clothes.

"Do you know, what I do is learned from the people above. Just by what you... fight against those who can see and invisible enemies."

"If you... don't have a dream, what's the difference between it and a salted fish?" After saying this, the young man took his last breath and died.

The black prison guard spitted a mouthful of phlegm on the body: "You are not as good as a salted fish now."

The yellow-sex prison guard in front of him looked back: "Have you eaten salted fish?"

The black prison guard said, "I've eaten sashimi, the kind dipped in mustard oil. I think... the taste should be similar."

To be honest, he hates eating that kind of thing.

"I'll leave it to you for handling the body." The yellow prison guard did not explain to the black prison guard what the difference is between salted fish and sashimi and what the difference is. 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 a spy who was invaded by the enemy forces and then you will receive a commutation of sentence."

Someone saw the young man die like this, dying in their hands. Everyone here was stained with the blood of the dead. He couldn't help but feel a little scared and blamed himself, and his face was as pale as snow.

But there are also some people whose veins bloomed on their faces, their faces were red as if a ball of fire was burning underneath, and their whole body was trembling... It was not fearful trembling, but excitement trembling. Because this method can be used to vent the suppressed impulse in their bodies, and there is no need to be punished. In the name of justice, in the name of judgment, and in the name of patriotism... As for whether the young man was right, was it for their sake? Of course it was impossible. The good intentions of the hostile elements must be secret.

Until the prison guards said that they would reward them with merit and reduce their sentences, the ashamed chose to forget the scene just now. In the impression of others, only one person died, just one person died!

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

This matter is like a small splash of water suddenly popping up in a corner of the endless universe, so insignificant.

When His Majesty the Holy Emperor gave a speech at the University of Horus, he revealed that the trend of changing the ge was changed. Many people with courage and thoughts tried to straighten their backbone and become a social clear stream.

However, as Virginia Alexander was seriously ill, the eighth prince Davi Alexander died at the hands of the Star Covenant Navy. Hegel Alexander, who was in power on behalf of his father, decided to declare war on the Star Covenant and avenge his younger brother. The pro-war faction was in the limelight for a while. In grassroots governments and civil society, the suppression and persecution of the reformist ideas and progressive people escalated.

It is not uncommon for people like young people who died under prison guards. The entire 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 those who do this are either serving sentences by crime, disappearing, unemployed, or mentally ill...
Chapter completed!