Chapter 1115: ?Robbery

The small spaceship was wrapped in magic, like a transparent ghost in the universe, passing through the gap between the two fleets.
Obviously, magic is one's own advantage. Neither the Shia Empire nor the Kerry Empire has a detector for magic. They all follow the scientific route.
Su Ming noticed that although the two groups are at war, the large and small naval guns on the ship are not charged, but are in a strange state of confrontation.
This is understandable for the Kerry people. They can't continue to provoke new empires like Shia while battling the Skrews on the frontal battlefield.
However, according to the temper of the Xi'a, in the past, aliens would never be allowed to approach the border of their home. There was a problem in this.
Where is the fleet that belongs to the Galaxy Council?
"The Galaxy Council has designated the earth as a primitive planet and does not allow member states to contact the people on earth." Gin said in a low voice, slipping past tens of thousands of energy cannons, and she couldn't help but lower her voice, as if she was afraid of being heard same.
In fact, the outside is a vacuum environment, even if the two suddenly start to play the opposite side, they can't hear it.
Su Ming turned the planet on the screen and chose the landing place on the planet: "The Shia said that the earth is their territory, the Cree said that the earth is their territory, and Asgard also has its own view. There is nothing bad about protecting the earth with more people. In comparison, the Galactic Council, which treats earth people as beasts, is more annoying."
"Then we have to land? I'm afraid we will be caught and beheaded." Gin joked, and she also learned to make cold jokes.
The Galaxy Council is not so primitive. No matter how bad it is, it is shot. There is no such thing as beheading.
"No, I have experience in fighting behind enemy lines." Su Ming continued to let the adjutant's subsystem control the landing, appearing confident: "When Holloway and I were in Paris, there were nazis all over the streets. I just rely on it. Slapped and shouted long live Hydra, and slapped people all the way from Paris to Marseille."
Gin nodded, and she began to check her equipment. She also had a small silk bag, so both of them carried a lot of supplies with them: "Then after we go down we call ourselves Asgardians?"
"It depends on the situation. The good news is that the White Cree, the Sia, and the Spartacus all look similar to humans. As long as you have a voice translator, the problem is not big."
More than they look the same, the Cree and Spartans are not separated from humans, and they can intermarry and multiply.
When the two were talking, the spacecraft began to tremble, and the hull was slightly red, which was breaking through the atmosphere.
The mountains and rivers below, the urban forest, began to gradually become clearly visible under the clouds.
"Well, it's a smart way to limit the battle to the surface of the planet. This is a proxy war." As the spacecraft descended, the detector detected many heat sources on the ground, and Su Ming almost immediately understood what the two sides were doing.
The Galaxy Council is a relatively loose alliance. It has never been good at using force, but is good at political and economic means.
It seems that they now know that they can't keep the Spartan Empire, because the star field of this small franchise belongs to an enclave, just sandwiched between the two empires, the location is very embarrassing.
But there is only one planet, and whoever doesn't give it will offend people. Simply put the planet here and let the two parties use the means of proxy war to determine the ownership of this star field.
The Cree saved the cost of war, and the Shia had a chance of winning without tearing their faces. The Galactic Council saved most of their faces. This was the best solution.
As for the Spartans on the planet? Sorry, you will be beaten if you fall behind.
It's just that I'm afraid that the fans of the Spartan authorities today are deeply trapped in the whirlpool of the civil war and can no longer see the general trend. Human brains play out dog brains, the cause of war is no longer important, and hatred takes over everything.
"Well, it's like the Vietnam War between the United States and Teddy Bear on Earth." Gin also understood, and she showed interest. Her favorite thing is to visit the battlefield. Thanks to her previous work, she may be The calmest person on earth facing the sea of ​​blood on the dead mountain.
The spaceship landed in a forest. Gin used magic to hide it. The two walked out of the forest, spread a blanket by a river, and started a picnic.
"I just don't know what forces the two sides are supporting. I have to grab my tongue and ask later. I want to play a game with these aliens." Su Ming kept taking out various foods from his pockets and giving them the gin. Enough drinks.
Gin toasted to him and drank a bottle as soon as he raised his neck: "Aren't we here to visit the battlefield? Do you really want to mix it in?"
"We have been traveling for so many years. I have had my hands born after a long time without killing. Now that I have met, I have to add some blockage to the Galaxy Council." Su Ming showed a sinister smile. Gin knew this smile, and she was in her heart. Silence in advance for these aliens.
Those strange aliens dare to look down on the people on earth, who gives them the courage?
"Well, you can play if you want, but can the strength of the two of us really decide the battle on the battlefield?" She stretched her legs and moved her knees.
"If I want to, just bring a demon over and the planet will explode, but that's not fun, let's see the situation first." The death knell split a roasted quail in half, and the two of them ate half of them.
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War, war has never changed.
It starts when people want it, but it doesn't end when people want it.
Today's Spartacus, every city, every wilderness, almost has become a battlefield.
The forces behind the scenes provide their agents with everything they need, whether it's weapons that can be used to kill people or drugs that can be used to commit suicide, but they have what they want and they all meet.
The Cree people fostered local military factions whose ideas are closer to them. These people yearn for the iron blood and powerful military power of the Cree Empire.
The Shia people fostered the most numb civilian class among the locals. These people are very easy to manage and large in number. What they pursue is nothing more than material comfort, and the Shia Empire can fully meet their needs.
Speaking of it, what the Kerry Empire pursues is the evolution of races, and the Supreme Wisdom has always wanted to find a way forward and avoid races from going into an evolutionary dead end and perishing in the universe.
The Shia Empire firmly opposes imagination, prohibiting people’s imagination from them, and showing one's own crankiness is the top crime.
The fostered forces are holding various advanced weapons far beyond their own, full of a beautiful yearning for the future, and they are constantly on fire against their former compatriots, and everyone is plunged into a frenzied carnival.
Except for a handful of people.
Spartacus is called an empire. Naturally, they have an emperor. No matter Kerry or Shia, they do not allow other kings to exist under their rule, so there are actually three powers on the planet. On the competition.
Military faction, civilian faction, royalist faction.
The old emperor died in an assassination. Accurate energy weapons fired from thousands of meters away and turned him into fly ash. The military and civilians respectively accused the other party's hands and set off a world war.
Since the royalists are the weakest ~EbookFREE.me~, the number of people is sparse. The palace guards can only protect the young prince from the capital Spartui under the leadership of loyal ministers, hoping to find a spacecraft to escape. Go to the Galaxy Council for help.
However, just as a group of people were breathing out their tongues in the forest like mourning dogs, a man and a woman suddenly jumped out of the bushes. They were wearing weird brown clothes and holding energy weapons in their hands.
"Robbery! The man is on the left and the woman is on the right! The neither man nor the woman stands in the middle!" the man shouted, and he stomped a big hole in the ground with one foot.
A small group of hungry and tired people looked at the gleaming muzzle, all raised their hands obediently, and one of the gray-haired Spartans immediately showed a humble smile.
"This fellow, what do you want? We give it all, don't hurt us."
Su Ming has set up his own translator, regardless of any vocabulary that aliens call him husband, hero, stranger, etc., all words are translated into a hero, so that he can feel like a star cowboy.
He was funny in his heart, but he pulled the black cloth on his face blankly, and the energy gun in his hand swayed: "Kill the soleplate of the foot! Take off your shoes!"