Him and their stars.

Chapter 1891 What the Master Can't Do, the Workers Can

Everyone was immediately excited. Since leaving the Great Freedom City, this was the first time they encountered a real star system with people, and it was also the first time they encountered other ships.

This feeling is like driving a small car on a deserted road in the wilderness for a long time, and suddenly seeing an oncoming vehicle. No matter who the other party is, or whether they have bad intentions, it is inevitable to honk the horn to greet them.

Besides, they were not afraid of hostility. They had the Silence, which made them invincible.

Of course, considering the remnants of life in the city, they did not think that the newcomers would be enemies.

Sure enough, a small freighter emerged from the gravity well. It had obviously undergone several rounds of crazy modifications and repairs. The dense green wasteland wind even overtook the plunderer's warship, and it was almost impossible to see its previous appearance. Even Yu Lian, who was very familiar with the ship modification industry, took nearly a minute to respond with a not very convincing response. The mother ship of this ship should be a small feeder transport ship of the Seagull class.

...This should be a ship model from more than two hundred years ago, right?

Of course, we also need to know that the greatest advantage of all ship types that can become evergreen is and can only be their excellent modification versatility.

It can be seen that this ship is of course very old, but it still sails steadily in the dangerous universe, like an old soldier still fighting on the front line. It is vicissitudes, old, but unyielding.

From this staggering old ship, everyone seemed to see courage, struggle, the pursuit of hope and light, and the hope of civilization and humanity.

Needless to say, this should be another group of slaves who escaped via the "Tan Gong Trail". It can be seen that the escape movement here is still going smoothly. At least the means of transportation has changed from ice ships to proper spacecraft. Naturally, the transportation capacity and safety have also been greatly improved.

However, in front of the Red Ghost Fighter, no matter how indomitable the old warrior is, it is impossible to escape the interception of the Light Wing Fighter.

Surrounded by four fighter jets, this old ship, which was not much bigger than a torpedo boat, finally stopped.

Across the boat, Yu Lian could feel the confusion and fear of all the passengers. They were like refugees intercepted by passing soldiers, and every pore was filled with fear of the unknown.

How come we, the righteous army that is going to fight against the tyranny of the empire, are going to become villains? It is heartbreaking to watch. Yu Lian felt that even if military secrets were put aside, it would be better not to invite them aboard the Silence just for the sake of the passengers' hearts.

Of course, now that we are here and have met each other, it is still necessary to communicate.

The Silence hid two astronomical units away and sent a communication request using the gravitational wave beacon of the galaxy as a relay. The other party naturally could not refuse.

When the face of an old Wolverine with gray hair appeared on the screen, Yu Lian saw obvious panic in his eyes, but also a bit of determination.

Very good, this is a very typical image of an insurgent workers' leader.

However, after he and Yu Lian made eye contact, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes blossomed with obvious relief. His fear had completely dissipated, leaving only clear joy.

"Commander Yu, I never expected to meet you here."

"Have you seen me?" Yu Lianqi asked.

"These days, there are not many people who don't know you. What everyone likes most is to listen to the news about you beating up the imperial masters! It's better than eating big bones with wine." The old Wolverine stared at Yu Lian across the screen, with respect and admiration in his eyes.

As an experienced worker leader, he should have seen the world. Although he looked like he had seen his idol, he still suppressed his excitement and patiently introduced himself to Yu Lian: "My name is Ge Xi, and I am a member of the Du Ya Cang Lang."

What a domineering name! Yu Lian raised his eyebrows. But, when did the Helots star region of the empire have such a cool secret organization?

Then, the old worker said in a bad tone, "Just so you know, we are actually a subordinate organization of the Primary Star Region, specializing in organizing escapes from the Helots Star Region. Hehe, I came up with the name myself, and everyone thinks it's a good one. Now we are just organizing everyone's escape, but in the future we may become a workers' guard or something like that. By then, just the name alone will have the aura of an ace army!"

Yu Lian thought for a few seconds, until Feifei reminded him, then he suddenly realized that Tan Jize, who was hiding in the Sanqi Star Region, instructing the refugees to build their homes and helping Marshal Akbar build his territory, was thinking quietly about setting up a pan-universal workers' mutual aid organization and a communication platform for all quasi-original organizations.

He was a man who planned before he acted, but was also very resolute, and he actually founded this organization. The official name was actually the Interstellar Labor Mutual Aid and Fraternity Association, but somehow it gradually became known as the Primary Color Interstellar.

In short, after the success of Tan Jize's ice ship expedition, it meant that there was one more route to travel through the vast Abyss Nebula.

Although the voyage was extremely dangerous and almost inaccessible to larger spacecraft, and hardly qualified for inclusion in the official star chart of the Standard Shipping Association, it was enough for the slave workers in the Helots sector.

The population of this remote star region of the Empire is confirmed to be over 1500, of which 1000 billion are slaves. However, not all slaves have a miserable life, and it is not necessarily so difficult that they have to flee and find a new world.

These days, there are masters who use their animals to death, and there are masters who cherish their property. The living conditions of many slaves are better than those of the human production materials in the sweatshops of the alliance on the other side, and it has always been a debate argument between the empire and the other side.

The key to everything is the right to choose. As long as there is someone who does not want to spend his life as an animal, this route can become their hope.

After Tan Jize's successful escape, the slave leaders who stayed in the Helots star zone also started their own actions. They set up more than a dozen mutual aid organizations, each going their own way and acting separately, preparing for the next round of organizational mobilization.

The reason why there are more than a dozen organizations is that everyone wants to quickly expand their own group of companions and create a "scattered sky" atmosphere, and on the other hand, it is for safety reasons. After all, it is under the nose of the empire, and if you want to do something, it is better to break it up into small pieces.

Of course, if we look at it from a more realistic perspective, the rebel workers in the Helots sector come from all walks of life and all races, so it is unlikely that a leader who can convince everyone will emerge immediately, so everyone has to do their own thing.

Although they were very impressed by Tan Jize and the representatives sent by the Pioneer Party, they regarded them at most as respectable and trustworthy mentors and consultants, which were not the same as leaders after all.

Of course, they can also establish a workers' organization with a strict system, clear responsibilities and powers, strict enforcement of orders, iron discipline, and the ability to gather and disperse on the fly... This is actually much more difficult than giving birth to a wise and iron-fisted dictatorial leader.

But no matter what, the dozen or so slave labor organizations, including the "One-Tooth Wolf", are still united and determined, at least until now.

Thanks to their efforts, in the following six months, two more groups of ships successfully passed through the "Tan Gong Trail" and arrived at their homes on the other side of the Sanqi Star Region.

In addition, in the Cold World 12 Star System where everyone built the ice spaceship, the support personnel of the Engineers Guild and the Pioneer Party also arrived. Under their organization, they actually assembled two spaceships from the abandoned spaceship bodies. Although they have a strong green wasteland style, they are still more formal than ice ships.

One of the spaceships began to set sail tentatively, taking more than 300 escaped workers and their families. This was the "Free Old Man" that everyone encountered. The captain, a Wolverine named Geshi, had been a slave of the Empire for three generations. He himself had been driving a galaxy-type mining ship in a mining galaxy in the Helots star zone for forty years.

Strictly speaking, this is not a professional match, but who is a professional anti-treason these days? Mr. Tan studied law and even has a lawyer's license, so isn't he also a professional anti-treason?

"Mr. Tan has opened up an autonomous territory in the Sanqi star field and has been in need of manpower. Moreover, we also need to do a navigation experiment. If this voyage can arrive safely, the design and construction of the ship can be determined, and the detailed flight schedule can be established." Captain Gexi said.

Is this a flight? They should really be talking about a flight, right?

"However, if you take the Tangong Trail, you are a little off course." Feifei said.

The old captain nodded. "Of the three hundred passengers on board, fifty are going to disembark in this Fibonacci system. Just so you know, ma'am, we plan to make use of the space city here."

Just as Yu Lian learned, this Fibrken galaxy belongs to the territory of a Count Fibrken, a retired admiral of the Imperial Army a thousand years ago, who had the potential to become a vassal lord due to his meritorious service. Because he was a veteran in the army, he applied for the maximum amount of development funds from the Heraldry Academy and built his space city completely according to military standards, so the durability was naturally just right.

The last group of refugees who took the "Tan Gong Trail" encountered a nebula storm, which caused their navigation to deviate, bringing them to this galaxy.

The fugitives rested in this abandoned space city for some time and explored the city. They were shocked to find that although most areas had been abandoned and could not be started without major repairs, they actually found a complete dome area.

"So, we want to try farming in the city hall. In the future, maybe this place can become a flight transfer." The old Wolverine said seriously.

"Farming?" Yu Lian was sure that this was the word he heard.

"According to the development logs left behind in the Phibrken system, the soil of Planet 4 contains considerable amounts of ammonia, phosphorus, and potassium. Fresh water can be collected from the ice asteroid belt and the poles of the two earth-like planets."

The above information was obtained by Captain Gersh from an old worker. This worker was a human being, whose ancestor was enslaved because of a crime, but his more distant ancestor was said to be the Earl of Phibrooken.

A thousand years later, the descendants of the pioneer lords became slaves, which seemed reasonable in the Galactic Empire. Although this evil military empire was brutal, its national situation was still very stable. The biggest reason was probably that the evil Dragon King would enslave everyone equally, which in turn guaranteed the mobility of classes.

...As long as the class structure in a society is not rigid, it will definitely be full of vitality and everything will flourish, right?

It is said that the ancestor was a co-worker of a pioneering noble, and died of organ failure after high-intensity labor. The only legacy he left before his death was his ancestor's development log, which was his only hope for commemorating the glory of his ancestors and gaining spiritual comfort.

Before he died, the only people around him were a group of ugly and non-human workers.

This happened ten years ago.

No one would have thought that the relics left behind ten years ago would play such a huge role in this escape movement. Isn't this also a case of heroes joining forces when times change?

Yu Lian felt that nothing could better reflect the grand sense of destiny of the times than this!

Captain Gersh went on to explain: "Of course the dome is intact, and the temperature control system is still functioning. The automatic irrigation and pest control drones are gone, but if everyone works hard, they can still do it themselves."

With so many conditions, of course, the needs of farming are fully met.

Yu Lian couldn't help but be amazed and felt that his DNA was starting to stir.

He was sure that, in addition to him, all the officers and soldiers on the bridge who heard this scene were also filled with awe.

Even so, the possibility of successfully farming here was only a theoretical situation. However, as a fugitive worker leader, he had full confidence in his companions.

"Hehehe, among our comrades, there are also experts in farming. Some of the old guys are masters who have served the masters on plantations. Everyone thinks it's worth a try, and we have your grain seeds."

The old captain spent some more time explaining, and only then did we know that they had a batch of "Polar No. 7" seeds in their hands. These were the same grain seeds that he had grown on the subarctic permafrost of Lumina through psychic energy and the touch of life... one of the later research derivatives.

As for Frigid 7, as the name suggests, it can also be grown in the polar regions, but this statement is of course an exaggeration. In fact, this is food specially prepared for hydroponic farms in orbital space, which can grow under artificial temperature and artificial light, as well as under the cover of a dome. Even if the automatic temperature control equipment has a certain malfunction, it will not die immediately, giving engineers and farmers room to repair and rescue.

Speaking of which, the Human Union did a lot of business with the rebel forces in various empires through the smuggling routes of Femor and the Abyss, and the traded items of course included their own grain.

It is said that the soldiers of the rebel army gave it rave reviews, and its reputation and discussion were second only to "Marshal Yu's Lao Baigan".

"If we can successfully grow food, we can also try to repair the city hall and restart the previous mining plants, refineries and energy processing plants. Maybe we can even establish a colony on that week 4. There are indeed plans in this regard in Count Fibrken's development diary, and they have also found a place on the planet to build a dome town. A thousand years have passed, and I hope the terrain has not changed much." At this point, Captain Gershi's face showed a fascinated expression.

"Captain, if you really reach that level, you are not preparing to build a transit station, but a colony." Feifei said.

"Well, it seems that this is correct." Old man Woflin scratched his head.

"The empire was ready to do the same a thousand years ago, but gave up."

Captain Gersh hesitated for a moment, but smiled honestly: "I know. But, I don't want to be that old. But as long as everyone can really gain a foothold here, it won't be in vain! Anyway, everyone doesn't want to be a beast for the empire's master, and wants to find a place to live a stable life. The universe is so big, where can't we create a paradise for us?"

His smile was simple yet sincere, but in the eyes of everyone on the Silence, it was clear that this plain-looking old man Wolflin seemed to be glowing, so magnificent that it was fascinating.

Yu Lian clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Yes! That's right! The nobles of the empire are useless. They gave up the development here after seeing no profit for a while. But, old man, we want to prove that what the nobles can't do, we workers can do! We can definitely do it too!"

Old man Woflin also showed a look of surprise: "See, I know it. Others don't understand us, but Commander Yu, you and Mr. Tan must understand us."

So, two people who had never met each other, had very different lives and growing environments, and even different races, laughed at each other across the screen.