Kevin Lin objected when he heard Fang Zhao's words. "No way! Didn't you just go out for a while? You were lucky enough to come back safely. Let's just wait here. The people from the base will surely be here soon! "
"Yeah, Fang Zhao, let's just wait here. Don't go out," Fan Lin advised.
Walker glanced at Fang Zhao and said, "If you go up there, you might get hurt accidentally."
On the battlefield, even if you knew you were an ally, you might get hurt accidentally. If Fang Zhao went out like this, he might be mistaken for a terrorist and shot dead.
Fang Zhao knew what they were talking about, but he still decided to go up.
Fang Zhao left the basement once again. Kevin Lin could only stare helplessly. He turned his head and asked Fan Lin's scientists, "Which one of you has better marksmanship?"
All the scientists shook their heads.
Kevin Lin had never been in a real battle before, but at least he had played at the shooting range. "Kevin Lin had never been in a real battle, but at least he had played around at the shooting range.
Looking at Walker lying there, Kevin Lin's occupational disease flared up again. He started interviewing the wounded soldier.
Somewhere on the first level of the outpost.
Following a loud explosion, alarms started blaring continuously.
A silhouette ran out. It was one of the terrorists who had attacked the outpost.
At this moment, this terrorist was in a good mood. He had a maniacal and pleased smile on his face. He was not as useless as his two companions who had been killed by snipers the moment they had entered the outpost. He had successfully infiltrated the outpost and found the storehouse where the food, medicine, and other daily necessities were stored. Looking at the date, it seemed like they had been shipped over not too long ago. The quality was rather good. On a foreign planet, these kinds of daily necessities were very precious. He had just blown up a few storehouses! Looking at his results, he felt like his entire body was glowing with a sacred light.
Not satisfied with blowing up that place, he saw that there were still some places that had not been destroyed, so he set another fire.
The outpost's defense system had malfunctioned during the attack. It could only sound the alarm, but it was unable to extinguish the fire. The hurried fire alarm sounded worrisome, but to the terrorist, it sounded like a song of praise for his great achievements.
It was a pity he could not blow up the base.
If the Baiji ore had not been discovered, if the number of troops stationed there had not been increased, and if the defenses had not been strengthened, perhaps they would have turned planet Baiji upside down today. That would have been big news.
However, when he remembered that the outpost they had raided was actually the place where the small-time celebrity was doing his live broadcast, he felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart.
They had only found out that Fang Zhao was here after arriving and seeing the experimental plot. They had long since planned to attack planet Baiji. Of course, they knew what had happened on planet Baiji. They watched the live broadcasts every day, so of course, they recognized Fang Zhao's face.
If he could find that little celebrity and do a live beheading, he would be the headline of all the news! That would also be big news. Everyone would know about him!
Then, after acting tough, he committed suicide!
Yes, it's decided!
He licked his dry lips as if he had tasted blood. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He was going to find the little celebrity that the outpost team had hidden!
Where had the outpost team hidden him?
Just as he was thinking, a hand appeared in front of his eyes like a ghost and rapidly enlarged. Before he could react, his whole body was sent flying by a strong force and crashed into the wall. His bones made brittle cracking sounds as if they were about to be shattered.
"Ah —"
A blood-curdling scream was quickly drowned out by the incessant blare of the alarm.
His two arms hung limply, and his gun fell to the ground. The communicator he carried with him was also taken off, and with a thud, it was crushed. His entire body was grabbed by the neck, and like a piece of trash, he was dragged a little further away from the warehouse.
A cold voice rang out. "Someone from Tomorrow's Empire?"
When his whole body was lifted, he raised his head to look at the owner of the voice. The first thing he saw was the pitch-black muzzle of a gun pointed at him.
Because of the previous bombing and fire, the temperature of the air had risen. The warm air that blew over carried a charred smell. Staying here for too long would cause one to sweat profusely. But at this moment, the pitch-black muzzle in front of him shone with a merciless cold light as if it was radiating cold air.
The terrorist swallowed his saliva. Just now, he had only seen the other party's clothes. It was not the outpost team's uniform, so he had not been able to guess the other party's identity. But now... his gaze passed through the gun and saw the other party's face, and he could not help but be stunned.
"... Fang Zhao? You are Fang Zhao!? "
After the initial shock, he was ecstatic. He even ignored the cold air coming from the muzzle of the gun.
He had just been thinking of looking for this minor celebrity. Never had he expected that this minor celebrity would appear in front of him! This was simply heavenly help!
But he had not expected this minor celebrity to be so skilled. He had been careless just now. A few thoughts flashed through his mind. Recalling what Fang Zhao had just asked, his eyes flashed. He had thought of a brilliant idea.
"That's right, I am someone from Tomorrow's Empire! For the empire, I am willing to sacrifice everything! "
"Empire?" Fang Zhao asked.
"That's right! For an empire that belongs to us! For the sake of creating a new world! We are all descendants of the founding era martyrs. What right do they have to enjoy such good resources while we are oppressed?! "the terrorist said with a look of righteous indignation.
"Descendants of the founding era martyrs?" Fang Zhao asked again.
The terrorist was about to say yes, but he paused and said, "No, I am not a descendant of the founding era martyrs. I am a descendant of the Period of Destruction martyrs!"
The founding era martyrs and the Period of Destruction martyrs represented different groups of people. In the eyes of many people in the New Era, the former represented those who had made great contributions to humanity among those who had founded the New Era. The latter represented heroes who had sacrificed themselves during the Period of Destruction. Every time the Period of Destruction martyrs was mentioned, people would sigh in reverence.
"Descendants of the Period of Destruction martyrs?" Fang Zhao frowned.
Seeing Fang Zhao's special reaction to this question, the terrorist's eyes flashed with delight and he hurriedly said, "That's right!"
Actually, he himself did not know whether his ancestors were martyrs or not, but regardless, if he said he was, then so be it. This was the only reason he could stir up trouble. Perhaps at some point, he had even hypnotized himself and firmly believed in his identity as a descendant of a martyr. He felt that everything he did was for the sake of his ancestors, that it was a matter of supreme honor, that it was all for the sake of tomorrow's new Empire. They were just like those people from the founding era, fighting for a new future!
That's right, they were not wrong! All the killing was for a better tomorrow! It would be best if there could be another Period of Destruction battle!
"Let's not talk about us martyrs who were forced to take this path. Do you know the martyr Fang Zhao? He has the same name as you. He is a very famous person in history. He is ranked second in the core area of Yanzhou's Cemetery for Martyrs, second only to Wu Yan! You are also from Yanzhou. Surely you know him, right? Unfortunately, he died in the 99th year of the Period of Destruction, and Wu Yan stole the credit. Look at how glorious the Wu family is now, but what about the descendants of the martyr Fang Zhao? I reckon they have long been squeezed into a corner! "
Fang Zhao watched as the other party complained about the injustice of a great person, speaking boldly and with strong emotions, as if it was really the case. But the person standing in front of him was Fang Zhao. During the Period of Destruction, who knew how many similar things had happened. Fang Zhao could tell that the terrorist was lying.
What martyr descendants? That was all nonsense! Using the name of fighting for the injustice of those martyrs was just an excuse to satisfy his own interests and satisfy his own desires.
Taking a step back, even if this person was speaking the truth, even if there were descendants of martyrs in this extremist organization, looking at the things they had done, Fang Zhao thought to himself, If those comrades who didn't make it to the founding era knew that their descendants would become like this, they would probably crawl out of the Cemetery for Martyrs in anger. Even in death, they wouldn't be able to rest in peace!
As the terrorist spoke, he had been paying attention to the changes in Fang Zhao's expression. Sensing the change in Fang Zhao's expression when he heard what he said, a wave of excitement welled up in his heart. If he could successfully instigate Fang Zhao to defect, then he would have made a great contribution!
If he couldn't...
The terrorist hooked a finger by his side, and a sharp spike stuck to the center of his palm. He couldn't raise his arm, but he could still use his fingers.
"Think about the luxurious lifestyle the Wu family is living now, and then think about the martyr Fang Zhao who didn't get anything and was lying here all alone, unable to even ensure the livelihood of his descendants. If he were still alive, he would surely be indignant! He would surely approve of us... "
Bang!
A bullet pierced through the terrorist's forehead and into the wall behind him.
Fang Zhao looked at the fallen person and said in a deep voice, "I disagree."
Fang Zhao didn't like these kinds of extremist organizations. Behind the deaths of the parents of the original owner of this body, there were traces of these extremist organizations. It wasn't that such incidents did not occur among the general public, but many of them were covered up so as not to cause panic. Over the years, anti-terrorism efforts had been quite strong, and this bunch of people's arrogance had diminished considerably. Otherwise, they wouldn't have targeted planet Baiji and been in such a hurry to make their presence known. Previously, planet Baiji had been an impoverished district. Impoverished places were easy targets. If they really had the guts, why didn't they attack the few planets at the top of the development sequence?
If they really had lofty aspirations and lofty aspirations like they said, why were they only fixated on the immediate area? And even involving innocent civilians? If they wanted to establish their own empire, couldn't they have sought out other planets that had yet to be explored by the Alliance and opened up a truly new world?
Instead of spending money on the right path, thinking of crooked ideas, going against society all day long, and actually stirring up those monsters from the Period of Destruction. What a scoundrel! Indeed, they deserved a beating!
Back when Fang Zhao had been on the verge of death, he had also had some regrets. When he had seen the "aristocrats" of the various continents in the New Era and seen online comments saying that he was the most unlucky leader of the Period of Destruction, it would be a lie to say that he hadn't had any regrets.
But when he had looked at that azure planet from space, he had felt that everything had been worth it. All his regrets had been set aside.
Following that, Fang Zhao wondered if there would really be a day when some scoundrel would impersonate his descendant and jump out to cause trouble.
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