"There are still more than 10,000 Gaia wounded soldiers, which is really troublesome... Anyway, let's treat them first. Because we have almost no losses."

Kalki was very open-minded and allowed the Plato Medical Relief Base to be filled with wounded soldiers. Everyone who knew him knew how reasonable and helpful he was when he was in a good mood. Of course, if he was angered, the other side of him was very...

It's scary.

"Our 30 transport fleets have arrived." A young combat staff officer, Amati, was sitting on the right side of the grand commander. The seats in the flagship restaurant were very narrow, and the tall knights almost all ate close to each other.

He showed the grand commander the scene of the landing ship landing on the mobile projection screen, as well as various models, specific tonnage and other data displayed on the side.

"The fleet at Messier's main base is already heading towards us at full speed. The fleet consists of 380 space gunboats, 200 frigates, and 80 battleships, including the flagship Oliad."

The combat staff continued to report. Kalki looked down at the exquisitely plated breakfast that came up from the automatic dining table and remained silent.

"The commander-in-chief of the base is here too. We are pulling out a tooth from a tiger's mouth. That man is not easy to mess with..." the commander muttered to himself, "I once damaged his flagship, but he almost killed me."
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"Then next step, let's..." Atima likes to listen to the Lord's suggestions first, and then put forward a plan. He has limited qualifications, and is afraid of overstepping and making the head of the group unhappy, who is very independent.

"We must leave within two hours after loading the water concentrate."

"Then these 70,000 Gaia prisoners..."

"We can only stay, we can't waste precious energy on them, just take away some young and healthy soldiers."

"The Grand Commander is like this... 166P's terraformed ecological maintenance system has been seriously damaged. Our people are now able to load ore on the asteroid because our engineers use emergency equipment for maintenance at the first time, but once we set off,

At first glance, all 70,000 people will die slowly within 2 hours."

Kalki fell silent.

Are Gaians considered human? he asked himself.

"Modify the battle plan. We will return to Plato immediately and take them all away. Thule is a beast that devours labor. Day and night, people are always needed. Try to carry as much food as possible." He quickly got off.

After receiving the order, with his always decisive demeanor, "Even if we delay for another two hours, he will not be able to catch up with us."

"No need to pray, let's eat!"

Kalki put his hands on the dining table. The most handsome leader always has a free and uninhibited demeanor that fascinates everyone.

The knights instantly relaxed. The big reason they liked Kalki was that he never gave up on protecting his conscience, no matter how cruel the battlefield was.

At this time, the Plato transport fleet is in full swing. Various huge crawler loading robots are carrying the water concentrate in the Gaian warehouse at a crazy speed. These processed minerals are neatly placed on the

In the transparent storage box, the Platonic people's attack shrewdly avoided the storage area, which is equivalent to Gaia's first rich mine, and it was moved away by the Platonic people at will.

"Too much, too much..." A person in charge of the transport fleet said to himself while watching the loading and unloading progress on the stereoscopic projection screen, "I didn't expect that this mineral deposit is so rich. It is enough to load and unload into the warehouse now."

Let three full fleets fight a super battle."

Kalki was still eating with his friends in a relaxed state. He raised his head and saw that some people still had serious expressions.

Time is life on the battlefield, and all soldiers understand this simple truth. The longer the delay, the greater the danger, and the lower the survival rate of fleet members, there is no doubt about it.

"Why should we save the Gaians? They are disobedient pagans, who are even lower than interstellar pariahs..."

"Kalki never forgets his chivalry..."

The dining table is very long, but we sit too close to each other, and the whispers around us are a bit harsh in the reverberation of words.

"I'll tell you a joke, okay." The leader suddenly spoke and cleared his throat.

Everyone was quiet now.

In fact, the grand commander is not a cheerful person. He rarely appears happy during wartime, and he doesn't talk much in peacetime. Telling jokes in public is simply an unheard of thing.

The knights all raised their heads and listened to the grand leader telling a rare joke.

"A long time ago, in ancient India..."

Under Plato's caste system, knights could only master the art of fighting, but the senior Kshatriyas still took the basic history course of the old earth when they were learning spelling. Of course, it was "history" under the Yuanjiao view of history, which was close to the opposite.

Their brainwashing. India is naturally a meaningless old place name symbol.

"A hermit with noble character voluntarily went to practice in a place where there was no interference. A white rabbit was moved and followed him, often picking fruits and vegetables for him to eat. But one year there was a severe drought, and no fruits or vegetables were left.

The white rabbit blamed itself for not being able to provide food to the immortal. In order to prevent the immortal from interrupting his practice due to lack of food, it decided to collect firewood and set itself on fire, using its own body to feed the immortal. At this time, the immortal grabbed it and said..."

Kalki paused pretending to be profound.

"My friend, let me show you my cards, don't do this! I am a platonic person!"

After saying this, he laughed "haha", and his subordinates could only laugh together and exchange glances with each other.

None of them knew where Kalki had heard such a cold joke. If this could be considered a joke, it would really be a joke.

"Kalki, are you going to laugh us to death, or what?" Luo Hu, who was sitting on his left, said with a hint of sarcasm.

At this time, several young knights smiled, and they realized Commander Hu's sense of humor.

Kalki felt a little relieved when he saw someone laughing.

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"After we go back, the commander of the Seventh Fleet will have to hang himself." The commander said with a hint of pride.

This sentence made the knights who won easily laugh happily, and all of them were in high spirits.

Nell, the knight of the "Undead Army" who has a good relationship with the grand leader, took the lead in knocking on the dining table. Sometimes, like a group of big boys, they like to make loud noises as a way to celebrate victory.

"Then we must be able to go back..." the elder Deacon Eden said calmly. He is already married, unlike these unmarried young people who have simple and relaxed ideas.

Everyone can only restrain themselves and continue to eat quickly. The meals on the plate are almost all nutrient-dense lumps, which are very convenient to eat.

"I want to see the Gaians and see what kind of people they are. I'm very curious... I have been fighting with them for so long, but I have never really come into contact with them."

Suddenly, the leader suddenly said this in an unusually relaxed tone.

"What?"

"Kalki?"

All the knights were stunned, and some people's hands holding knives and forks to eat stopped in the air for a few seconds.

"There are regulations...although it's not a big deal." Siddha objected tactfully, "My lord, you are acting on a whim again."

There is an unwritten rule in Plato's army that high-ranking nobles are not allowed to come into contact with lowly Gaians. This is a kind of comprehensive contempt based on blood. There are specialized personnel to deal with Gaian prisoners of war, and it is best for nobles to stay away.

It's as if Gaia has an infectious disease.

In the teachings of the Yuanists, the distinction between high and low in this world must be clearly defined.

Those Gaia prisoners of war lined up in long lines and slowly entered a temporary prisoner of war processing station. At the other end of the processing station was a delivery robot working frantically, delivering cages of loaded blocks packed with people to a specially designated

Transport ship prepared for prisoners of war.

"Please consciously abide by the order and obey the management. Don't be afraid, we will treat the prisoners preferentially." The soothing female voice of artificial intelligence looped various precautions in Gaia's Chinese and English bilingual.

Plato's process for dealing with prisoners of war has become extremely proficient, as efficient and orderly as everything about Plato.

"Hi, hi!" A young black soldier with a very smart look hurriedly squeezed towards a tall and strong officer-like man, "I heard that you have been captured before. You have experience. An experienced driver will take care of us!"

"What kind of experience is this!"

The other person looks like a white man at first glance, but if you look closely, he has some Asian characteristics. Some of his brown stubble has already glowed with silver. His eyes are not big, and his eyelids are drooping thickly. It’s like he has the look of an officer, but he can also

Feel a trace of passion. Gaia is really a strange mixture.

"I was about the same age as you at that time, and was sent to that hellish place to work, but I only worked for half a month... My mother was running around here and there, looking for things to do before she put my name on the exchange list. Now. Now

She is dead... I have long lost contact with my ex-wife and children, and I probably won’t be able to go back this time."

"We have to find a way... Big brother, can I be your little brother?"

When they said this, under the supervision of the staff, they stretched out their right arms and put a tag in front of the special laser beam. This prisoner of war tag can control all their behaviors. If there are any abnormal movements or behaviors, they will be reported.

"Platonians are quite civilized, better than the trash that bullied me on Cucumber Street." The young man sighed, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

A sneer appeared on the officer's broad face.

"Gemophiliacs, vegetarian demons... once they got on the prisoner-of-war ship, they wanted to spray us to death with cleaning fluids, and then you would never be able to eat meat, drink wine, or smoke cigarettes again in this life; hell, not even prostitutes,

Anyone who leans on their hands will be electrocuted... The sleeping area of ​​prisoners of war is like stacked drawers. You have to be very punctual and not be late for anything you do. It is as orderly as a large lunatic asylum. I guarantee that after three days, you will want to die there.

The bunch of cucumber street bastards are gone."

The thin black soldier swallowed, his eyes widened, and the whites of his eyes showed a terrifying effect.

"...Hypocrite!" the older officer continued to curse.

"At least we Gaians are not hypocritical, right? If I catch the Platos, I will kill them! I am a magnanimous evil person, I love women, I love eating meat, fuck Plato, the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth!"<

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Amidst a burst of cursing, the two people passed through a special door. If a weapon is hidden, an alarm will sound.

The two of them passed through the door and entered the overcrowded transport box.

After the ship is full and closed, the transport robot will immediately send the group of people to the prisoner of war transport ship.

Before the great era, people were like dust, so small that they were almost undetectable.

When the two little dust particles flew away, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the temporary prisoner of war station. The rows of Gaia prisoners who were originally dejected and lifeless, walking silently, suddenly broke out into chatter.<
To be continued...