Chapter 619:

"Don't worry," I said crisply. "I don't know who he is, but we will show you some tricks you haven't seen yet! Come on!"
I walked all the way down the ramp, Hendricks, Artur and the next three. When we walked into the daylight, a silent shadow shrouded the huge avenue in front of the entrance, where it was smooth and fat, barely clearing the roof of the auditorium. Curry didn't waste time obeying orders.
Probably more than anyone I know can provoke a battle.
In her emergency landing gear, El Tucker put down the cable lift, and the six of us, Hendricks, Artur, three crew members and myself were shot into the hull. Say hello to me by the trap.
"Sir, what do you want?" he asked, staring at Atul curiously. "Is there any trouble brewing?"
"I know it exists, but we will talk about it in the navigation room later." When we hurried forward, I introduced Atul and Corey, and when the door of the navigation room for the three of us closed, I took Turning to Atul with a question.
"Now, these Nien, where will we find the enemy? Do you have any ideas?"
"Of course." Nodding. "They come from their own country, in the south. The border is a narrow land that connects Libar and. Because the alarm has sounded, the enemy is already at the border, and the enemy of my people and the power of the people has been met."
"I don't know anything about this equipment," Corey said, "but it sounds poorly managed to me. Don't you have any senior guards, spies or outposts?"
He shook his head sadly.
"My people are not warlike. Our people who spread his teachings tried to warn the masses, but they wouldn't listen. The land is far away. Never confronted. They never will. Reasoning."
"Do you think there is a fight now?" I asked. "How did this word come from?"
"I think it was by phone or radio," Atul said. "We communicate with the border in two ways, and the light signals have been passed on from generation to generation. During the day, all the lights will flash three times; at night, they will be dimmed three times."
They have phones and radios! This is really amazing, but my question can wait. They will have to wait. Washing his feet anxiously, demanding action.
"Okay, Mr. Corey," I said. "Close the port and rise to a height where you can navigate visually. Are you familiar enough with this country to understand our goal?"
"Yes, sir! Research it down. That is the land that separates the two continents." He picked up the microphone and started to press buttons and capture commands. Within twenty seconds, we rushed towards the battle that Atul told us at maximum atmospheric velocity.
Atul proved correct. When we settled down on the narrow ground, we could see the two troops caught in a frantic battle. Fight with high military precision in regular companies, but at least there are more than 5:1 brown people like mobs.
From the north and the south, a long, slender, swift car drove to the reserve forces of both sides. The number of bicycles serving is much larger, but each car can only bring a few people. Every rebounded car carried the wounded.
"I thought you said your man was not a soldier, Atul?" I said. "They are fighting now, like well-trained soldiers."
"Of course. They are well-trained, but they don't have the fighting spirit of the enemy. Their training is nothing more than entertainment, pastime, and customs. He taught it, and my people know it is not what they train. Look and see. Their beautiful team collapsed, and fell before the merciless rush!"
"The disintegrator shines, sir?" Curry asked sinisterly.
"No. That's an unnecessary massacre. The brown tribes are ignorant barbarians. An atomic bomb, Mr. Corey. Maybe two of them, one on either side of the enemy. Will you give an order? "
Ole gave the order, and the spacecraft flew to the ideal position for the first bomb, and ran so violently that Atul was almost thrown off his feet.
"Look!" I said, asking Atul to share a port with me.
The bomb rushed back and quickly dispersed the black spots. It may have attacked the enemy's flanks half a mile west of the earth to take measures and directions.
Upon impact, a white circle shot out from the point of impact, and the circle barely touched the boiling west side. The circle turned gray to gray, and then settled to the ground. Where there used to be green and increased levels, now there is only a dirty red crater left, and the entire west wing of the enemy is fleeing frantically.
I said the whole west side. that is not true. Some people did not run away: that would never move. However, when only a small part of the disintegrant beam passes through the group of struggling humans, it will not dissolve one percent of the amount in the dust.
"The other side, Mr. Corey." I said quietly. "It's only a short distance from the enemy. It's really a small thing class!"
His fighting temporarily stopped. Currently, He seems to have forgotten about this issue. Every face is facing up. Even the faces of runners fleeing disasters do not understand.
"I think one more is enough, sir," Corey chuckled. "The beggars are now ready to run for this." He issued a command, as if the microphone itself had released a bomb, it fell from the bottom of it, and quickly decreased when it hit the earth.
The white quickly spread again and turned to gray. Once again is the vast red crater. Similarly, the sides are wrinkled.
As if I could see the brown man's face, I could see the heart attacked by terror. The sides melted, and the panic of fear spread as the flame spread on the oil surface. Ke Lei knew this kind of thing very well, he said there were 50,000 enemies gathered there. If anything, in the space where the heart beats ten times, fifty thousand Neens turned their backs to the enemy and fled to the safety of their own jungle.
He makes any goal he strives for. They stood there, wearing military uniforms, watching in surprise. Then, with the rapid military dispatch, they mobilized a long team to wait for the arrival of transportation.
"That's the end, John Hansen." Atul said slowly, his eyes gleaming, almost called holy light. "My people are saved! He spoke well as always, when he said that if we are their friends, those who will follow him will become our friends."
I replied: "We are your friends, but please tell me who you have been talking about, but did not want to be named? From what I have seen, I guess a lot, but I don’t have time to learn. All Story. Will you tell me now?
Artur said: "If you want, I will, but I would rather tell you somewhere. It is a long story, the story of Thomas Anason, the story of the storyteller, and you Do. It should be seen so that you can understand the story."
"Whatever you want." I looked at Corey and nodded. "Back to the city, Mr. Curry. I think we have passed through here."
"I believe in us, sir." He gave the order to the operating room, and Eltak turned to the dazzling city of Libas. "When we got here, it looked like a row of real rows; I myself wouldn't mind staying there for a few minutes."
"With sliding over your head, drop the atomic bomb?"
Shook his head and smiled.
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