Him and their stars.

Chapter 1736: The Steps of Dawn (End of Volume)

"Now we have to choose to live in the cracks of the imperialist iron fist, and such a space, apart from the New World, is only in Fermor." Babaru said to everyone earnestly.
He was wearing a labor exoskeleton and protective construction armor plates around vital parts of his body.

This set of equipment made this Lumina man look like a third-rate mercenary begging for food in a border galaxy, the type of mercenary who would be content with being looked after by someone, but would go robbing when no one was looking after him.

However, the rebel leaders around them who possessed special skills, whether they were the Argonian hunters with white scales as bright as ice, or the Lothar gladiators who carried force field shields and war hammers on their waists, and Ash Stein who was dressed as an ordinary adventurer but was the strongest in the field, were all listening attentively like students in class.

The Lumina opened the star map and drew a line in the range of the Spiral Nebula. "So, after we board the ship, we must set off immediately. As long as we enter the Spiral Nebula from the Lanbo System before May 5, we will be able to escape the pursuit of the Alliance."

The rebel leaders thought for a moment and nodded.

They were now on a desolate planet at the border of the Alliance's border star region, Kot and the Bailin Alliance Kingdom. Rebels, "terrorist organizations" and remnants of separatism from the Alliance border were gathering here.

They had just experienced a battle, destroying a mercenary camp set up by the Alliance Red Divine Soldiers Security Company here, seizing a considerable number of weapons and even two armed merchant ships.

Of course, there are also a considerable number of insurgent labor certificates among them. These more than 100,000 insurgent laborers and their families may be the purest group of people in this "rebel alliance".

They were originally "employees" of the interstellar freighter Golden Crab of the Tuos Merchant Corps, working all over the universe on this super-large passenger and cargo ship. They would go wherever there was a need for labor, and they were probably equivalent to a construction team or a labor dispatch company in the universe.

This is a very traditional business. Because it is traditional, it is still very common in this universe. Of course, because it is common, it is still very profitable.

It is conceivable that in this kind of universal contracting business, the means of production are the workers, so the profits must of course come from the workers.

In addition, the registered flag of the Golden Crab is the Tos Merchant Corps, but the boss is actually the Domaisi family of the Thirteen Alliance.

It is a basic operation of the Alliance tycoons to cover some cross-border and interstellar businesses that have a bad reputation with the guise of a permanently neutral country.

Although the workers on the Golden Crab are employees of a legal multinational corporation in the universe, the workload is so heavy, their lives are so "simple", and their average life expectancy is so low that even the slaves in the Helots star zone of the Empire would feel superior.

And this has always been a common practice in the universal labor dispatch market.

This is why the imperial nobles who would chop off the hands and feet of disobedient slaves and feed them to dogs always felt morally superior.

So, when a labor ship docked at a starport in the Alliance's Lotak sector, the laborers launched a riot with the help of the notorious terrorist organization "Sons of Loha".

In this way, the insurgent workers and the "terrorists" merged, and the nature of this force began to change fundamentally.

Mr. Babaru, who was affectionately called "Commissioner Ba" by everyone, was actually on the Golden Crab at the time. He was the one who organized and launched the workers' uprising, and even contacted the Son of Loha.

As for why he, an executive member of the Pioneer Party, was on the Golden Crab and how he got in touch with the terrorist organization of the Alliance, there was no need to think too much about such things.

Afterwards, the Golden Crab, produced at the Alliance Poseidon Shipyard, became the first "battleship" of the rebels after being equipped with simple hand-held weapons.

In the following period, they fought in the border star regions of the Alliance and talked and laughed with various rebel organizations. When the rebels arrived at the border of the Alliance, they already had ten ships including the Golden Crab.

In addition, the number of rebel forces in the various "alliances" has exceeded one million, but this is actually beyond Babaru's most optimistic estimate.

However, Lumina still could not be optimistic. He knew very well that most of the allies were not on the same path as him, but only came to help because of the hostility with the Nefei government. Some organizations did not even have much determination to resist, and had always taken the path of killing and arson to be recruited.

The leadership of Babaru and Ash in these rebel alliances may not be as good as that of the Pirate King to his captains.

However, what he is engaged in now may be the greatest but also the most dangerous undertaking in the universe. The status of a mere "leader of the princes" can only highlight his personal reputation, and is meaningless otherwise.

So, the battle had just ended when Babaru came forward to organize this meeting.

From the current perspective, the general direction seems to be relatively smooth. Everyone also agreed in principle to the expedition direction he proposed.

"We will speed up the progress. It should... no, everyone can definitely board the ship on time." said the Asian dragon hunter.

Babaru nodded with satisfaction and continued, "The Ring World Serpent has been wiped out, and most of the pirate kings' forces have also been wiped out. The channel of the Spiral Cross is relatively peaceful at the moment, but we still need to remain vigilant."

A Montmare man wearing the uniform of an officer of the Alliance Space Fleet, with only his rank badge crossed out, said, "Let us take care of the escort. Although we only have two old-fashioned destroyers, we will definitely be able to complete the mission even if we risk our lives."

Babaru said with a smile: "I have never doubted your ability and determination, but you must also be prepared for the consequences."

As a Lumina with a huge body, a shell and four arms, no matter how amiable he is, he can't look kind, but we are all rough people and we like this kind of leader.

"From the branch of Libra Bank...well, the borrowed gold has been loaded onto the ship and can be used as bribery at any time." said a middle-aged man in work clothes.

He was one of the leaders of the Golden Crab uprising workers. Because he had obtained an accounting certificate, he is now considered a rare administrative talent among these uprisings.

"But we have to consider whether the pirates are willing to communicate with us."

Ash Stein said, "As long as they are pirates, we can definitely communicate. They are more reasonable than the masters, it has always been like this."

Babaru glanced at him and said, "Yes, he is an excellent guerrilla fighter who actually knows how to communicate with the underworld people."

"Of course I am an excellent guerrilla fighter. Now I get a minimum living allowance paid into my account at Star Track Bank every month." Ash twitched his lips and forced out an unnatural smile. "I understand that the Alliance has too strong control over the hinterland. Even in the border star regions and the borders of the member countries, we really don't have much room for maneuver. But, Commissioner Ba, many people are still skeptical about Femor's expedition this time."

Babaru clapped his hands together and said, "I doubt it too. During the expedition, perhaps many people will be left behind."

"Someone has fallen behind." The one who spoke was the Lothar gladiator who was carrying a large shield. His face was full of anger: "The White King Lothar's army has already said that they will not follow us. They also said, and also said..."

"They say we are cowards and deserters. They are the brave warriors who are ready to die, right?" Babaru laughed.

The Losar gladiator acquiesced, but still looked indignant: "He thinks he doesn't need to be afraid of you anymore because Miss Gongsun is gone."

As the "guest" of the son of Roha, Miss Gongsun Qing had of course also fought a few times during the four-way war during this period. She and Babaru were old friends who had known each other as foreign students in Nephi, so of course she would definitely stand on the side of the latter. For these high-ranking rebels who had not seen much of the world, the deterrent power of the Gongsun family's spiritual sword was roughly equivalent to that of the Star Knights to the Galactic Empire.

"So, Miss Gongsun is now..."

"She went to help us get ahead. She has special skills and a special identity, so she is very suitable to explore the way for Feimo and his group. This is her own will, and I have no reason to object." Babaru was a little hurt, and touched his bald head covered with shells in distress: "Well, I can sit here, but it's because of Miss Gongsun's violent intimidation? I thought she was convincing people with virtue."

"Commissioner Ba, those who can win over others with virtue are all virtuous people." said the accountant. As expected of a highly educated administrative talent with an accounting certificate, he speaks so philosophically.

The Lortha gladiator was more direct: "They don't want to continue resisting. They are probably waiting for the Alliance army to arrive, and then they will find a smooth way to surrender. With soldiers and people, they can ask for a good price. These old nobles in Lortha are unreliable. Haha, all the old masters are completely unreliable."

Of course, his words were echoed by most people.

"Just because you robbed a batch of arms, you think you're good enough again?"

"They are the ones who raised the flag, they are the ones who acted blindly, and they are the ones who wanted to die. In the future, they will definitely be the first to surrender."

"Rebellion and war really depend on good people like us."

Babaru still showed full understanding: "Don't mind it. What we are doing is a long-term cause, a long march of history. No one can guarantee that our choice is definitely correct."

He also ordered: "Give one of the two newly captured security ships to General Eza of the Red King's army of Losar."

Ash raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something loudly, but after seeing the ferocious face and kind eyes of the Lumina man, he couldn't say a word.

"They are still allies. We should not be the first revolutionary organization to open fire on its allies for the spoils of war," said Babaru.

Of course Ash heard it, but he said, "We are the worst terrorists in the history of the Alliance. Hahaha, that's what Nephi's newspaper said about us."

He then glanced at everyone, his expression becoming grim: "Since you are terrorists, you are in a business that will get you killed, not a banquet. This ship to the New World can't accommodate everyone. But if you still make strange noises after you get on board, don't blame me for turning my back on you and enforcing military discipline."

In short, the meeting of the rebel alliance ended successfully.

Babaru was a little worried about his comrades' mental state, but after the meeting, Ash retracted his broken expression: "I know what I'm doing. Old Babaru, we are not playing house. We need to enforce discipline. If Mr. Guimo... and Taina's death taught me anything, it must be this."

When Taina's name was mentioned, his expression showed a moment of pain, but he still made his words clear: "Hey, hey, hey, Brother Ba, Master Ba, Commissioner Ba, what's with that expression on your face? Do you sympathize with me?"

"You can actually read the expressions of Lumina people? My childhood friend Busca has known me for ten years and can barely guess it."

"…I can't actually see it, but I can still feel the emotions. So, you do agree with me?"

Babaru moved the shell on his face, his eyes still as generous as a warm elder brother: "This is the concern of a comrade. If you insist on saying it is sympathy, I don't object."

Ash couldn't help but look away.

"Very good, Comrade Ash, very good. You are not swayed by hatred." Babaru agreed.

"Tena let me live well. I really don't know who I should hate. If I have to hate someone, it can only be this system. This system that covers the entire universe." Ash said: "But, of course, the one who can overthrow it cannot be a mob like the Rebel Alliance, but a team as strong and firm as Ozsteel that cannot be corrupted, with the same discipline as Ozsteel, but this must be the most rigorous organization. Lao Ba, it takes time to build such an organization."

Babaru said, "After we set sail, we will start to reorganize the team. No matter how powerful a team is, it must be built up from the beginning. Whether it is to build a new world in Feimo or to face future battles, such an organization is needed. If there is a day of development and growth in the future, it will be even more necessary."

Ash looked at the Lumina man in confusion: "You seem to have never doubted that we can have a future in this new world of Femo."

"Hahaha, objective problems should be analyzed objectively, Ash. Our journey to where we are today is actually the inevitable result of the interaction of many factors. And even if we really reach Fermo, our future path must take into account the course of history, but it must also be closely related to the struggles of all of us."

They both fell silent at the same time, and then looked towards the camp at the foot of the mountain at the same time.

The Golden Crab and three transport ships that were much smaller than it occupied most of the camp space. As a result, there was not much space left for the passengers. However, under the organization of their respective leaders, terrorists, rioting laborers, and remnants of separatism, these people from different races and with different pasts, lined up to board the ship in an orderly manner.

The strong and sturdy warriors of the Lothar and Nedi Dragon Rebellion waved their arms and directed everyone to keep order in the crowd that had already formed a river. Occasionally, a robot with a light curtain would float over the crowd, using arrows to point everyone to board the ship.

The crowd moved forward slowly. Most people had no smiles on their faces, but instead had expressions of expectation, confusion, and even fear on their faces. However, most people were indeed down-to-earth in their steps.

Ash Stein had never seen this scene. Even during Nephi's National Day, when more people and more races gathered, they were all laughing, but it always felt very empty.

His heart was suddenly filled with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, and of course, more importantly, a sense of mission that looked forward to the future.

"How did I become such a person?" The guerrilla said, "I grew up in the market. After I awakened my psychic powers, I thought I finally had a skill, so I thought about making some money and then returning to my hometown to open a small casino and a food stall, and then I could live a comfortable life."

Babaru said, "I used to be just a rough guy who screwed screws in Lumina. I just wanted to keep the factory. I never thought I would go to this side of the universe. We Luminans don't really like interstellar travel."

Ash asked, "What about later?"

Babaru said: "In the future? Try to establish a non-oppressive primary color regime in Feimo?"

"No, I mean, the direction of the war..."

The Lumina man's smile faded from his emotion: "This is beyond my ability. However, I still firmly believe that even if the gap in strength is too great, even if we are at an absolute strategic disadvantage, the direction of the war must take into account individual struggle."

"You're just short of saying that he can create or even influence the course of history through his personal efforts."

Babaru laughed again. "I wouldn't say that. It doesn't conform to the objective laws of history. The captain would also be disgusted by such a statement. However, the people of Lumina are indeed very superstitious about him... Hahahaha, this attitude would probably disgust him even more."

A human psychic and a mortal from Lumina strode together towards the Golden Crab at the foot of the mountain. They left only a tiny footprint on this land, but they were still able to move forward into the future.