Him and their stars.

Chapter 1962 Shushu is innocent
On December 834, 12 of the Common Calendar, at 16:4 a.m. Galactic Standard Time, a small-scale but extremely brutal sneak attack had ended on the transport route on the Tailai border.

When the Silence, which maintained the appearance of an Alliance-class Titan ship, slowly arrived at the battlefield, the fragments of the Imperial escort fleet were about to expand into a stellar group composed of space junk under the guidance of galactic radiation and gravity.

Many of the melted and deformed armor fragments were still condensed with dark green crystals, which were the chemical reactions produced by the violent collision between the antimatter bomb and the shield force field. The special energy field continued to stir for a long time, as if it had dissociated all the elements in the alloy material.

Of course, compared to his comrades whose bodies had been torn to pieces, the wreckage of the troop transport ship "Steel Teeth No. 7" still retained a strange degree of completeness.

Its cylindrical hull had a huge gap at the bow, and at first glance it looked like a can that had been opened by an invisible giant hand.

The interior of the cabin, which was exposed to cosmic radiation, was pitch black and completely indistinct, with some flickering crystals vaguely floating in the air. At first glance, they looked like ghost lights filled with regret and despair.

In fact, as early as half an hour ago, the destroyer "Broken Rock Sword No. 780" with its engine turned off had lost control. Under the pull of gravity, the entire ship seemed to have really turned into a sword, and it violently pierced into the stern of the troop transport ship.

Before the armory in the belly of the ship exploded, the sharp bow had already fiercely pierced through three layers of hatches, causing an explosion inside the ship.

However, what is amazing is that although the belly of the ship was blown up, Steel Teeth No. 7 was still alive, and even the bridge was almost motionless.

General Gunong of the United Kingdom of Embu was huddled on the bridge of the Steelfang. He was also alive, even unharmed. But now, he wished he was dead.

However, as a general, he could only ask tremblingly: "Are there still people alive? Are there still people alive?"

The Kiyan adjutant replied: "I have asked three times. No response."

This guy wore power armor for a long time on the Embu ship, so he was almost uninjured.

"Are they all dead?" The Embu general could not bear such bad news and subconsciously reached for his pistol.

There were more than 10,000 elite Embry Claw warriors! Their lives were snatched away in just a moment?
But here, this is just one of the troop transport ships.

Of the other five ships, three were destroyed on the spot, one was seriously damaged and unable to move, and the last one turned around and fled and has lost contact. It is estimated that it is in great danger.

More than 60,000 Marines from four divisions have been turned into dust among the stars.

These are all the trump cards of the Embu Marine Corps! Each of them was born in a spacious underground hall, and is a disciple of a warrior family with a long history of family learning. Some are even descendants of kings and chiefs. They have been the best among their peers since childhood, with strong bodies and agile movements. They have received basic warrior education since childhood.

When they are ten years old, they will leave their parents, live in a collective, and undergo systematic and strict military training. This period of life will definitely last for more than ten years.

Most of the outstanding children will be eliminated, some will have their pride crushed and turn from the pride of heaven into waste. A few unlucky ones will even die in training accidents.

It was only through such cruel and high-cost training that these ten famous Claw Marine Divisions came into being.

They have excellent combat skills, are well-equipped, fearless, and are particularly good at fighting in extremely harsh conditions. Even the Dragon King admits that in certain special combat situations, the Empire's armored grenadiers with independent military horns are no match for the Claw Division.

The reason why the Embu people, who are not good at space navigation, can have a place in the empire's vassal sequence is that they are truly fearless warriors.

They are the sharpest claws of the Embu people and their pride and dignity.

But, in just a moment, it was all gone.

General Gang Weng was in excruciating pain, but he stroked his pistol several times and was unable to pull it out.

He twitched his pointed nose, sending out vibrations like an earthquake. This was the way this race that grew up in the underground world used to express their extreme sadness.

However, the communication request signal that followed interrupted the general's crying. He accepted the call and tremblingly wiped his face, but a sticky and wet sweat stain came out from the thick fur.

"Do you want to connect? The signal should be coming from the attacker. It's a Titan of the Alliance, probably a member state." His Kiyan adjutant continued. Hiding behind the armor, he acted like a robot in a businesslike manner.

The Embu people, who live in the underground cave world, are not a race that is particularly good at operating aircraft, so they always hire a large number of experienced crew members from allies to act as assistants.

"I know! I see it! I've seen it." The Mole Man's general touched his goggles.

The Embu people who were born underground have poor eyesight. Once they enter space, almost everyone wears a pair of tactical glasses. Otherwise, the twinkling starlight and the vastness of space alone can make these mole people who like underground environments ascend on the spot.

"So, do you want to connect?"

"Do I have any other choice?" He pursed his lips. "So, the ships that attacked us were really from the Alliance? Did they go to war with us?"

General Gang Weng still didn't know what happened. He only remembered the constant high-energy alarms, the constant enemy alarms, and the screams of the entire fleet on the communication channel.

And in an instant, everything was over. He only knew that his fleet had been completely deprived of its combat effectiveness. All the people and warships, whether they were the elite Claws of hundreds of battles or the officers and soldiers of the escort fleet, had become prey.

However, if the attackers are really the Alliance, can I survive by surrendering now?

"It's almost impossible." The adjutant said, "It's impossible for the Alliance to go to war with us, not even within the next ten years."

A mere adjutant, but his persuasive tone was like that of a privy council minister. However, General Gang Weng was too lazy to pay attention to such trivial matters.

He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "I understand! Connect it. I want to scold him in person! The Embu people died from his despicable sneak attack, but the Embu people felt that they had not failed! I want to prove to the whole universe the pride of the Embu people! We can die, but we will never fall!"

The adjutant was unmoved by the general's impassioned speech and turned on the communicator on the spot. A human silhouette appeared on the pop-up screen.

However, before the outline became completely clear, the Embu general suddenly took off his goggles and covered his face.

"I surrender, I surrender, I have already surrendered! Forgive me, please forgive me! I have laid down my weapons. Please! We, the Embu people, are very poor. We can only barely maintain the livelihood of our entire tribe by killing people for the Dragon King of the Empire. We are just tools and have no grudge against the human masters!"

The Kiyan adjutant in the mecha looked at the Embu general who fell in front of the screen. His huge body, with fur and muscles all trembling, looked like a squirming hill.

This means they won't fall down? Oh, by the way, the Embu people live in underground caves and are born upside down.

The adjutant involuntarily took a few steps back. He raised his head again and looked at the silhouette on the screen, which had also become clearer. For a moment, he wanted to poke out his own eyes. "You can't even mention the name... Demon, Demon Dragon..."

He trembled and made intermittent but steady sounds, and then he turned from a robot into a robot that was about to crash.

"You all know me? That's great." The man laughed condescendingly, as if he was teasing his prey.

"General, put on your glasses and look at me."

"We Embu people have poor eyesight. I even took off my glasses now! I know the rules over there. I didn't see any alliance warships, and I didn't see your face! I was attacked by pirates!" The Embu people's voice was hoarse and low, as if it could echo in the underground caves. It was really hard for this gray-haired general to make the above series of pleas for mercy so clear and distinct.

The Kiyan adjutant slowly retreated to the edge of the camera, not even willing to appear in the background.

The human on the screen didn't seem to notice this: "Aha, if I were really a pirate, would I still need to follow martial ethics?"

General Gangweng was slightly startled, and when he realized that this seemed to be the case, he once again let out a cry that sounded like an earthquake. The eyesight of the Embu people was poor, but their hearing was very good. Of course, he could recognize the voice from the other side - who else could it be except the dragon whose name must not be mentioned?

He is the most powerful enemy of the Galactic Empire. He alone can make the whole Empire sleepless and he alone can mobilize half of the Empire's forces.

Now, after missing for half a year, he has returned again!

Wait, we have returned. This is your own grudge among humans, why do you want to fight me? We, the Embu people, are really just cannon fodder tools for the Dragon King!

Why are humans so evil?

When the people of Enbu thought of this, they were overwhelmed with grief and cried so hard that anyone who heard them felt heartbroken.

"Crying? Crying also counts as time." The dragon, whose name cannot even be mentioned, said slowly.

The Embu people stopped talking immediately, and in just a moment they stopped all their crying. They trembled their pointed noses and three-petal mouths, and forced out an expression that looked like a flattering smile to humans.

Given the facial structure of the Enbu people, it would be impossible to achieve this without several years of rigorous facial training.

Yu Lian thought this was worthy of praise, so he smiled and said, "Last year, two of your divisions were destroyed by orbital bombing while they were gathering for training in Bakwi."

"Yes! The Bakvi birdmen are incompetent! Those useless birdmen can't even operate a merchant ship! With such ambition, do they still want to sail a warship?" he said loudly.

The two Claw Divisions were killed by General Bazin's commerce-breaking fleet, and this had already been reported in the battle report. However, the Embu general did not seem to be prepared to regard them as the culprits.

"Then, in less than a year, you sent four more." Yu Lian said.

Now, in less than a year, more than half of the elite Claw Marines of the Embu people have been wiped out. But they can't even see the enemy.

"This is a very sad thing. They have no military achievements. It is a tragedy for them and their families, but it is a good thing for the country. The Dragon Kings will remember our sacrifice."

The Embu people squinted their small green bean-sized eyes nervously and begged in a voice that was almost pleading: "We, the fighting rats, can only obey the orders of the kings and chiefs. But to the dragon kings, the kings and chiefs are also moles that dig holes for them. General, the Embu people are just tool rats of the empire. It is our tragic fate to have such a master! We accept all this and only ask you to grant us forgiveness. A little forgiveness is enough."

Although he cried miserably, his mentality was inexplicably open.

If the Embu people are really like this, it is very likely that they can survive openly in this universe.

Yu Lian ignored the other party's plea and continued, "So, this time, you didn't wait in Bakwei, but went directly through the Empire's mainland and the Gate of Glory? Are you still planning to deploy in Yaochi?"

The general of the Enbu people was slightly startled, and then he shook his head vigorously: "Yaochi? No, no, no, of course it's definitely not Yaochi. There is no major war going on there."

Yu Lian nodded expressionlessly, motioning for the other party to continue.

"This, the occupation of the New World, is definitely not something I can know. The Empire even requires us to organize at least three million Embu laborers within two years to open up Yaochi. Each person must serve more than ten years of labor, but can bring their families. If you make contributions, you can also obtain the status of the Empire."

Yu Lian quickly entered a state of thinking.

Since the other party said so, does it mean that Yaochi has fallen? There are not even many arrival forces left. So, the empire has even begun to collect labor and switch to development mode?

So, what happened to the soldiers of the 38th Division? What happened to Simon Vayali and Meng Jiao? What happened to Brigadier General Schiller and Marshal Li, and the nearly 200,000 residents of Gler?
No, we can't jump to conclusions so quickly.

A small Yaochi resisted much longer than the entire community, and knocked out several of the empire's front teeth. They have long been a symbol.

If the Empire really occupied Yaochi and captured Marshal Li Gelu, it would never give up this publicity opportunity. We would definitely be able to find clues on the internal network.

The Embu people didn't wait for Yu Lian to ask a question, and said a few more words with a strong desire to survive: "We only have two divisions going to the Dawn Star Region, namely the Divine Blessing Star in the Telta 13 system and the New Deer Plain in Songpad 99."

Of course, it was obvious that the name was changed by the Empire after the Battle of the Ring of Miracles. It should be that they were preparing to territorialize the entire Dawn Nebula. Yu Lian was not sure where it was.

"There are still remnants of the plunderers on the two planets. Our combat mission is to wipe them out." said the Embu general.

Wow, even Queen To has ascended, there are still people resisting the plunderers, which is admirable.

"One division is deployed in Xinlanting, L3 star zone, with the mission of maintaining law and order."

Yu Lian had heard of this place before, and couldn't help but say, "That's an ocean planet with indigenous Tatars."

"Yes, but there are also big islands and nest cities deep underground. The masters have been building there for fifty years." said the Embu general.

So, he was responsible for suppressing the uprising?
"So, General, you want to tell me that your troops are not heading towards the Community. So we don't have any hatred?"

The Embu general once again looked like he was about to cry: "No, this, that, eh, the humble Mouse really dare not hide it. The last three divisions will be sent to Xinyumen."