Chapter 681

"What happened?" the old clan leader of the Ryan family walked out of the cave and looked up at the meteors constantly passing through the sky in the dark night.

With rich experience in the battlefield, he can naturally see that this is not a natural meteor shower, but a phenomenon of large-scale aircraft airborne planets.

And look at this number, at least tens of thousands of aircraft have invaded Ryan!

But how is this possible? There are 50 warships guarding them above the planet.

Is it difficult that the Locke consortium thinks they have no value, so it is ready to cook the cunning rabbit dead running dog?

"Grandpa, I'm afraid!" a little Ryan girl couldn't help hugging the old patriarch's thigh.

The Ryan people in the whole settlement also walked out of the humble place one after another. They were attracted by the scene in the night sky, and everyone seemed a little uneasy.

"Boom!" just when everyone was frightened, a meteor suddenly rushed towards them from far to near with thunderous engine roar.

"Bang!" the huge blue figure slowly landed outside their settlement, and the steel body was still red under the atmospheric friction, braving the scorching heat wave.

Although the flying dust and twisted air waves affected some sight, many people still judged each other's identity at a glance from the familiar outline... Bronze mecha!

And this should be a modified elite mecha, which is obviously different from the standard equipment they used to drive on the battlefield.

"Watch out!" the Ryan soldier in charge of the guard immediately put on a guard posture.

However, with several old training mecha and their ancient cold weapons for close combat, they can at best comfort the unknown enemy.

Although there are many silver soldiers in this settlement, their equipment has been recycled by the Locke consortium. Even the ace pilot is a skillful woman who can't make bricks without rice.

However, just when everyone was facing the great enemy, the cockpit of the mecha was slowly opened with a "hiss"

When the pilot got out of the cockpit, everyone was stunned.

"Ryan!" is it a compatriot?! "what's going on?"

The fellow pilot took off his helmet, looked around, and then walked slowly towards them.

Although they didn't understand the situation, the Ryan soldier in charge of defense still raised his weapons and stopped him for his unknown identity and unknown enemy.

"Eh? Spartak! It's you?!"

Just then, a surprised voice came from the crowd.

Spartak turned to look and was immediately happy.

"Morsi? You're not dead yet?"

It turned out that he was morsi, the old enemy who had fought with Spartak before.

"Hum! I'm still waiting to kill you myself. You're not dead. How can I die before you?" morsi snorted coldly, but took the initiative to hang down the weapon in his hand.

His mouth was merciless, but morsi had actually recognized Spartak after the last duel.

So he believed that Spartak did not come here to harm himself and others.

Morsi obviously had some prestige among the soldiers. Seeing this, people around him also put down their weapons.

"Young soldier, explain your identity and purpose!"

Just then, the old patriarch came out of the crowd and stared at Spartak with a serious face.

Spartak looked a little excited when he saw the old patriarch.

When the old clan leader was young, he was not only the strongest soldier of the clan, but also a very few people who inherited the ancient knowledge of the Ryan nationality, with extraordinary wisdom.

It can be said that he kept dealing with the Locke consortium, which left a trace of fire of the Ryan family.

In the eyes of every young Ryan warrior, the old clan leader is a legend with unparalleled prestige.

Spartak stroked his chest with one hand and knelt on one knee in a respectful tone.

"Spartak, Ryan warrior, head of the hammer of destruction of the ghost pirates, see the patriarch!"

Ghost pirates? Head of the order?

The old clan chief frowned. He couldn't help thinking of the pirate robbery mentioned by his people. His eyes were slightly cold.

"So it was the ghost pirate group that came to rob our people last time? Why, today you are going to help the tyrant, fight for the tiger and help the enemy poison our disaster stricken compatriots?"

As soon as the people around him listened, they immediately raised their weapons again, and their eyes at Spartak became angry and fierce.

"Patriarch, don't get me wrong. I always remember that I am a Ryan warrior!" Spartak immediately stated his position.

"Although the ghost Pirate Group robbed the people, they didn't hurt us at all. On the contrary, everyone, including me, is very grateful to the commander for saving us from Ryan!"

"We also volunteered to join the pirate regiment as mercenaries. No one has ever threatened us.

Compared with those years of working for the Woolf Empire, we are truly free today!

After joining the pirate regiment, we can earn remuneration with our own hands and improve our status with military achievements, so that our relatives can get excellent living conditions and our women and children can also enter the school to learn the advanced knowledge of interstellar civilization.

They don't have to risk following us to the battlefield, just for so little survival materials.

They can live in a warm and comfortable room without worrying all day when they will be attacked by underground monsters... "

After Spartak's personal experience, not only the old patriarch, but everyone was stunned.

Is there such a heaven in this world?

And such a paradise... Exists in the pirate nest?

The old patriarch was silent for a moment and immediately sighed.

"Alas! If I could, I wish all this you said was true."

"However, what you said is only one side of your words. As far as I know, the interstellar pirates are mercenary. For the plundered population, they will never be treated as slaves. The fate of the plundered people will only be more miserable than we are now."

"Yes, the pirates can be so kind? Spartak, have you been brainwashed? I know the Woolf Empire has this technology!" morsi also stood up with poor eyes.

"It's a scam, you can tell at a glance." Spartak knew that empty words were hard to believe.

After all, even at the beginning, he didn't believe that the ghost captain was such an alternative among the pirates.

Without saying more, he just raised his wrist and operated it a few times. Then the eyes of the mecha standing behind him suddenly lit up, and a huge projection was projected into the air.

Subsequently, pictures of the life of the Ryan people began to appear in people's eyes.

With the change of light and shadow, everyone's eyes changed from doubt to doubt. Finally, almost everyone's face showed a trace of desire and longing.

In particular, one of the scenes of Ryan women and children studying hard in a spacious and bright classroom. The smiles on their faces deeply touched the hearts of every Ryan soldier present.

Tough men also have tenderness.

They can be brave and fearless on the battlefield, but their relatives are the softness of everyone's heart.

Even the old patriarch's eyes changed slightly.

"That's aunt nya! They were all robbed by pirates!" that's Barr. Thank our ancestors. They are still alive! "I saw the Simpsons. They seem to be... Really doing well?"

The constant exclamations and comments from the crowd made everyone's eyes even hotter.

What if all this... Is true?

When the projection disappeared, Spartak took a deep breath.

"Patriarch, we Ryan have endured under Woolf's oppression for too long.

They let us live in the worst environment, experience the cruelest fighting, and give us only a small amount of survival materials to survive.

They use butcher knives to force our brave soldiers to shed blood and sacrifice for them on the battlefield and consume them as cannon fodder.

They even let us kill each other! "

Spartak's low voice, like the roaring words of wild animals, darkened the eyes of everyone around him.

Spartak raised his head and pointed to morsi.

"Morsi, we could have been the best friends and the most trusted comrades in arms, but just to survive, I killed his brother and we finally became enemies!"

Morsi looked complex when he heard the speech.

Spartak turned to look at the old patriarch again.

"Patriarch, our ancestors told us that the blood and thunder on the battlefield will give us strength and glory. However, today, the blood of our Ryan soldiers is humiliating all over the star river. What's the glory?"

The old patriarch stared at Spartak in front of him.

Vaguely, he seemed to see himself when he was young