"Sir, something's wrong!"
In the rebel camp, the Middle-aged Military Officer's tent was flung open, and an officer walked straight in, his eyes wide with confusion he couldn't fathom.
The Middle-aged Military Officer had been earnestly praying to the Dark Gods again; seeing his subordinate act so rashly, he couldn't help but frown, his composed expression marred.
Putting away the implements used for the profane ritual and sensing that his body and state remained unchanged, the Middle-aged Military Officer even began to doubt if, just as the Empire had previously claimed, there were no such things as Dark Gods in this universe at all!
"What is it?"
The Middle-aged Military Officer frowned in dissatisfaction. The messenger, cautious about having interrupted his superior's prayers, stepped aside and pushed the door open: "You'd better see for yourself."
The Middle-aged Military Officer was even more confused, but he didn't speak. He just walked toward the door, all the while wondering in his heart why his'savior' still hadn't arrived.
It wasn't until he noticed many soldiers nearby staring wide-eyed at the Hive City, and saw that everyone had an expression of confusion, that the Middle-aged Military Officer finally withdrew his attention and looked over as well.
Then, when he saw the entire Hive City frantically transporting supplies to the warship, and looked at that ship which looked like nothing but junk, the Middle-aged Military Officer was completely stunned.
"They..."
"They aren't actually planning to take off, are they?"
The Middle-aged Military Officer stared at the warship in shock. Silence fell all around; everyone shared that same shock, asking the same question in their hearts.
It wasn't until all the supplies had been loaded and the unrelated personnel around the warship began to clear out that everyone's doubts were answered. A brief pause followed, and then everyone suddenly straightened up.
No one dared to speak immediately; instead, the crowd all looked at the Middle-aged Military Officer. When the Middle-aged Military Officer, who had also been staring blankly at this serious-looking scene, finally held it in for a long time, he suddenly threw his head back, pointed at Sith's warship, and burst into laughter: "Where on earth did these idiots come from???"
"No, where did these shit-brained pieces of trash come from?!"
"Is the Astra Militarum the Empire brags about just a bunch of people like this?"
The Middle-aged Military Officer finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, and with their leader setting the tone, the rebels who saw this scene followed suit.
Beyond the fact that this scene truly defied their common sense, it was also because they really couldn't see any threat from such a group of enemies.
Feeling the laughter of those around him, the Middle-aged Military Officer forced down his mockery after a while. Trying to steady his breath after the laughter, he waved his hand to order those around him: "Get our men ready. Once that bunch of shit-brains realize the warship can't take off, or if it just explodes, immediately launch a counterattack on the Hive City."
As he spoke, laughing, the officers around him saluted with mocking smiles and turned away. Soon, following the order, countless infantrymen leaped out of the trenches, and the artillery began to move, lining up on the ground.
Looking at the elite troops with artillery beside him, a look of powerful confidence finally appeared on the Middle-aged Military Officer's face.
Gazing at the warship, which had closed all its hatches and seemed to be making final preparations for takeoff, he was actually feeling quite spirited: "If there is no savior, then I will be my own... own... own...???"
"Hng!!!"
The Middle-aged Military Officer's spirited demeanor was like that of a drake whose neck had been throttled; before he could even finish his sentence, it was cut short with a sharp, forced stop.
Then, looking at the scene in the distance, his eyes and mouth stretched to their widest!
Along with him, all the rebels nearby lost control of their facial expressions, their mouths hanging open unconsciously.
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