"Creak, creak, creak..."
After a heart-wrenching sound of metal twisting, the side hatch of the spacecraft that had been deformed by the violent impact was forcibly opened by Captain Zoz and the team members he led.
Even without any auxiliary equipment such as an exoskeleton, the power of the Qien people cannot be underestimated.
The other Qian soldiers standing behind them opened the dark red tactical goggles on one side of their faces, swarmed in along the crack in the door opened by Zozi, and began to check every compartment in the spacecraft. rooms and warehouses.
The dark red lenses on their faces are called "death stares" by many. This auxiliary equipment for soldiers developed by the Imperial Academy of Sciences in the early years can be said to be timeless. Not only has it not withdrawn from the battlefield due to more advanced technology, but it is also not liked very much. The use of auxiliary equipment by the Qin army was vigorously promoted.
The reason why it is called the "death stare" is because the four eyes on the face of the Qian people are becoming a distraction for the warriors.
When they were still hunting prey in groups and drinking blood, the four eyes gave the Qien a wider field of vision and allowed them to obtain more information at the same time.
But when Qien becomes a Qien, especially a Qien warrior, on an already chaotic battlefield, it is sometimes not a good thing for the lower-level soldiers to obtain a large amount of information through the naked eye. There are often soldiers because Enemies in the field of view are too spread out, causing them to be distracted and shooting becomes less accurate - this is a fatal flaw on the battlefield.
The "death gaze" can "turn" the Qien's four eyes into two, improving the soldier's ability to respond to emergencies by reducing the amount of information entering the field of vision.
However, if it only has such a function, it will naturally not be favored by the Imperial Army. With the passage of time and the advancement of technology, more and more additional functions have been installed on tactical eyepieces, such as basic thermal imaging, night vision, and advanced automatic enemy detection and micro radar functions.
Qien soldiers can learn all battle-related information around them through "death gaze" without being distracted by it.
The most important thing is that the cost of each set of "Death Gaze" is only a few thousand imperial coins. The low price allows the military to equip each soldier with their own personal "Death Gaze" without any budget pressure. With minimal expenditure, a first-class army was created in the galaxy.
For example, Centurion Siza, who has now taken the lead in entering the transport ship, in his "death gaze", the dim environment cannot hinder his shooting. Even in an extremely dark environment, the darkness emitted by the lens The red low light can still maintain the normal operation of the night vision device and will not lose its effectiveness because there is no external light source.
This may also be the origin of the "death stare" - under the cover of night, the eyes of groups of Qian soldiers glow red, just like they did when hunting at night thousands of years ago, and the prey they target will never escape. possible.
"The second team reported that no personnel or materials were found." "The same goes for the third team." "The same goes for the fourth team!"
More than twenty Qien soldiers who were moving quickly in the spacecraft quickly searched the mission area assigned by the centurion and gave reports that they found nothing.
At this time, Zozi, who was eating to regain his strength, also walked in. Looking at Siza, who looked a little ugly, he comforted: "Sir, don't be sad. This spaceship itself can be considered a harvest! At least we now know the People's Federation. The quality of the transport ships is not good, and they may crash during regular voyages. So I estimate that their navy is far less powerful than advertised, and the Imperial Navy can easily defeat them."
"Maybe, but I always feel something is wrong. Even if there is no cargo, there shouldn't be a crew member, right? Oh, forget it, anyway, even if there are benefits, it won't fall on us."
Centurion Siza was not angry when he realized that he had run away in vain. Compared with sitting in a humid camp doing nothing, the experience of finding a human joint spacecraft after trekking in the jungle was already his first experience in Crowland. This is the most interesting thing that has happened to Hoka in the past few months.
"Everyone, put your weapons away! I guess it won't be long before the human-linked Twolegs come to us to question us."
The centurion put down the laser gun in his hand and reported the crash coordinates of the spacecraft. He stuck out his tongue helplessly and led the team back home.
On the way back, the centurion, who felt very close to Zozi, started chatting again, and even a group of sad-looking Qian soldiers became visibly happier.
After all, they usually have a clear hierarchy, but they don't have the courage to make fun of their superiors. Now, taking advantage of the centurion's good mood, they all hurriedly showed their faces in front of Siza.
Gu: "Hey guys, it turns out that everyone is from the outer ring!"
After discovering that the improvised troops under his command were all, without exception, from colonies in the outer ring of the empire, the centurion felt at ease but also had some other thoughts, and Zozi, who was also very thoughtful, also realized one question.
If even the latest batch of troops arriving are from the outer ring, does that mean that the empire's middle and inner rings have no plans to interfere with Krohoka's affairs this time.
With this question in mind, Zozi deliberately walked slowly and said to Centurion Siza, who was also alone behind the team: "Sir, do you also feel that something is wrong?"
"Oh, there's nothing wrong with that."
Siza sighed and glanced at Zozi. Although he had not known each other for a long time, as an imperial officer, Zozi was relatively smart, so he hesitated and chose to confide in him. Your true inner thoughts.
"Let me tell you, the world of the Empire is becoming more and more unfair. The Inner Ring is where the Empire made its fortune, so I won't say anything about the skewed resources. The Middle Ring is rich in resources, with various minerals and slave planets. There are many slave planets there. It’s understandable for people who are having a good life.”
"But they are also the territory of the empire. How can it be that our outer ring's resources are not as good as those in the middle ring? Chiennia is not really the center of the galaxy! How can it be that the farther away from the inner ring, the fewer resources there are? There is no such thing!"
Although the clever Zozi had joined the army not long ago and had never been to other planets, he believed deeply in what the Centurion said.
"I think you are right. For example, in my hometown of Vallao, the security is so bad. I don't believe that the colonial council is incapable of handling it. They just want to use this method to secretly mine rare crystal minerals on the planet and sell them to the inner ring planets. Then he puts all the money he earns into his own pocket, which makes us miserable people at the bottom even if we want to be slaves!"
Zozi, who had spoken to each other before, seemed a little angry. He had an uncle who worked as a miner in a rare crystal mine on Vallao, so he knew something about rare crystals.
These seemingly inconspicuous transparent crystals have unique properties in the galaxy. They are not only very suitable for condensing and concentrating light beams, but are also key materials for making most high-end electronic equipment. There are even many collectors with unique tastes. The civilized empires regarded large chunks of rare crystals as works of art.
Based on these points alone and what his uncle said about the crystal transport ships flying to unknown galaxies one after another, Zozi had a pretty good guess as to why his hometown became like this.
However, although the centurion agreed with most of Zozi's speeches, he still disagreed with the point of being a slave. So he patted the other party on the shoulder and said seriously: "No matter what you do, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope of survival, never go to the Slave Traders' Guild to sell yourself."
"Why is this? It's just a matter of changing our identity. Even if we Qien people become slaves, our status will be much better than that of the natives, right? At least we won't be hungry like we were when we were children."
"Humph, you have an old idea from many years ago. Let me tell you, the slaves at that time and the slaves now are not the same thing at all!"
Centurion Siza, who obviously knew something about the slave trade, lowered his voice again and said carefully: "I don't know when the Slave Traders' Guild installed a kind of neural implant in the brains of all slaves. Neural Implants. If this thing gets into your brain, you will be useless!"
"They will control your senses bit by bit and regulate your perception by secreting chemicals. In the end, even if someone asks you to stand on the street and poop! You won't feel anything wrong. This is why you are a slave now. What happens to people!”
Centurion Siza, who had worked with slave soldiers for a period of time, touched his head with lingering fear, as if he was glad that he did not do anything stupid when he was young. Otherwise, he would probably be in the slave army now, with his eyes dull every day, being ordered around by his superiors and sane soldiers.
"Stop talking about this, the camp is almost here, let's go."
Patting Zozi's hand that followed him and touched his head, the centurion quickened his pace and returned to the team of many Qian soldiers. However, he didn't notice that there seemed to be something strange in the eyes of the centurion behind him. The same look.
