Chapter 748 Once you speak, you are the old Aryan!

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  Fisher, who was humming Tiga Minor, seemed to be in a good mood. He was sitting in the dining room covered with a panoramic skylight, enjoying the buffet lunch that he had just called by himself.

As the navy, it is natural to say that the meal supplements, chicken, duck, fish and seafood are designated as indispensable, as well as special snacks and desserts after meals. Of course, the navy does not provide alcohol and carbonated drinks, but lemonade and milk juice are enough. , In fact, if you want to talk about the highest standard of meal supplements, it would have to be Thunder Warriors, but they usually do not lose quality. Large chunks of meat and grains are made together.

  It can be said that to a certain extent, Atlas has truly achieved the same level of officers and soldiers, even his boss is no exception.

   "Sir, is today's meal still to your liking?"

  After eating all the food on the plate, Fisher came with another cup of oolong tea, and then the chef of the restaurant brought him a freshly baked croissant with cream and maple syrup next to it.

   "Very good, I will maintain this level in the future!"

After smelling the croissant with the smell of wheat, Fisher nodded. Delicious food is a good medicine for soldiers to treat wounds. Sometimes it is more useful than the encouragement of the political commissar. After all, the political commissar can't change you. Sausages and cakes can only take you to **** them from the enemy.

Eating and eating, Fisher suddenly remembered a question that had troubled him for many years. The lunar city Attilan on the moon. Note that Attilan is not Aslan. The city squats in a desolate place where birds do not shit. The moon, what do they eat?

Not to mention the 100% recycling of the ecological farm. It takes a huge loop to do it. The Supreme Glory will not work. Fisher does not believe that Attilan can do it. If they have this technology, they still need it. Are you staying there?

And Fisher vaguely remembered that Attilan seemed to be insisting that the caste system remains unchanged for a thousand years, just like the noble New Delhi Brahman looked down upon the inferior Bihar Dalit (one of the poorest states in India). High-level combat power will also discriminate against ordinary strangers who don't have any powerful abilities. Among them, one of the high-level people is old Darwin who talks about natural selection and survival of the fittest every day. In short, it is boundless.

  What can Fisher say about this, accusing ordinary strangers of not working hard enough? Not innocent enough and not black enough? Obviously it is impossible. After all, it is the problem of the alien race. The worse the living environment, the more they roll, and the more they roll, the worse the environment will be.

  At this kind of moment, an external force is needed to break this infinite loop, and squeeze oneself into a hero, a stranger should roll outward, step out of the solar system, and look towards the entire universe!

  In the past, the Cree enslaved foreigners as weapons, but now the foreigners have to tell them that the times have changed, and it is you Crees who should get rid of!

   "Sir, here we are!"

  While Fisher ate the last bite of butter cleanly, a black-clothed officer walked up to him and whispered.

   "Well, let the fleet stand by! Where is Commander Cavour?"

   "The commander is already waiting for you at the bridge!"

   "Then let's go too!"

The flagship of the Third Fleet is a 6.7-kilometer-long heavy-duty armored aircraft carrier with an authorized crew of less than 7,000. Coupled with tens of thousands of auxiliary robots, it can be said that the average space of an individual is wide enough to explode, and the bridge is naturally capable. Used as a basketball court.

  Just over fifty, the fleet commander Cavour, who looks like the old godfather of Marlon Brando, was looking at the lunar city projected on the holographic platform.

On the front line of the Kerry Empire, he has already had several wins with less and more records in his mind. He already has several plans to break the city without damage, but they came today, not to fight, but to make a formal meeting with their neighbors. The interview came, so his attack plan was destined to end in no time.

"How's it going?"

  Fisher walked into the room with two glasses of lemonade, and then handed one to his fleet commander.

   "Everything seems to be normal at the moment, maybe they think we are just normal fleet dispatch!"

   "Well, keep this position, and send a transport plane to take a closer look!"

In fact, for the lunar city Attilan, Atlas was already paying attention to them when they first went into space. Perhaps the other party might have thoughts of doing something with Atlas at the beginning, but it looks like it almost changes every day. Atlas Space Force, I'm afraid Attilan is already numb.

  So later, when Atlas set up a Helium III mining station on the moon, Attilan seemed blind as if he hadn’t seen it, and shrank behind the shield and steel wall as a transparent person.

  This can be regarded as a little tacit understanding of everyone. Although everyone was only a few hundred kilometers apart recently, there was no intersection. Atlas did not allow any contact behavior, and the other party did not take the initiative to express goodwill.

   But now, this tacit understanding is about to be broken!

The Atlas Third Fleet dispatched four battlecruisers, one aircraft carrier and dozens of small ships, which are now quietly floating over the moon, with the huge Atlas black and red flags and naval flags spreading out at the bow. Moving away, the huge shadow of the ship cast a black shadow on the ground under the shining of the sun.

  And Attilan also felt something was wrong. Usually the Atlas fleet was not so close, but they all passed by in a hurry and stopped in place like this, but it was the first time!

  In the high-rise palace in the middle of the city, the big strangers are already a little anxious, and the strong man on the throne is also a little sad.

  "What must we do! Mobilize all the people in the city and mobilize them. Once the enemy wants to launch an attack, we will die!"

  A mentally young guy who is somewhat similar to the throne man stood up and said suddenly.

   "Fighting? Are you crazy? Maximus! How many of us, see how many of them, what do you use to fight?"

  Some people objected.

  But this guy named Maximus disagrees.

  "As long as we are united, our spiritual strength will help us defeat any enemy! This is the fundamental dependence of Attilan to survive until now. Don't you even have this confidence?"

Seeing that the other party was preparing to destroy Atlas' fleet with a mental atom bomb separated by thousands of kilometers, the man sitting on the throne couldn't sit still. He quickly typed a string of sign language, crackling like Naruto Kyuuji. film.

   However, although he spoke a lot of sign language, none of his staff understood. They turned their eyes to a middle-aged beautiful woman sitting on the right side of the man.

   "The meaning of the black bat king is, let us stand still!"

  (End of this chapter)