115: What does it mean when a canned food jumps over?

Bonus chapter for the white-haired, red-eyed cat-eared loli big shot on Sept 23rd (1/2).

(Word count will be supplemented in the next chapter).

(Currently owe 19 chapters).

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(Rest assured, there are no transmigrators with cheats in this text except for the protagonist).

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"Report! The main engine structure has been replaced!"

"We can start it once the Amnesty Soldiers inside come out!"

After a long wait, Gould finally heard the best news he had heard all day—they could leave!

"Forget about those Amnesty Soldiers!"

"Ignite it immediately!"

The Damage Control Director said with difficulty, "I want to, but that might cause foreign object accumulation in the engine, leading to a malfunction. We also accidentally crushed two inside, and it takes time to drag them out and dispose of them."

Gould: "..."

He was speechless. What could he do when he had anger but nowhere to vent it?

"Fine, just as soon as possible—"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the Warship beneath their feet emitted a loud noise and shook violently. The people on the Bridge were caught off guard by the impact and all fell hard to the floor.

"Pressure loss in airtight compartments 2 through 4 on the left!"

"Port missile array offline!"

Impact! Violent impact! Before the people on the Bridge could react, four even more violent impacts followed.

"Total pressure loss in the external airtight compartments on the left!"

"The left outer armor belt has detached!!"

"Engine connection lost!"

Gould struggled to stand up. The first thing he saw was the indicator that the Void Shield was still operating normally.

What the hell? The Void Shield wasn't broken, so how did the attack hit him...

Oh no! It's that jumping technology! The enemy can jump inside his shield!

Gould realized instantly, but it was too late.

"Report! Enemy forces have boarded our Warship!"

"The Marine Corps is fighting back desperately!"

The urgent report from the Marine Corps captain came over the comms. Gould saw the glaring "Engine Damage: 89%" and suddenly felt the world spinning— "It's over... everything is over..."

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On the favor at this moment, four norma m470s were stuck straight into the left armor. Another one, because the parameters were misaligned, had plunged headfirst into the stern.

That seemingly useless thermal cutting ram had terrifying armor-piercing capabilities, burying half of the entire landing ship inside.

The bow of the modified norma m470 had a door left open. In this situation, except for the unlucky kids who hit the stern, everyone else didn't need additional landing pods.

The soldiers in the front row raised their heavy Boarding Shields, kicked open the door, and jumped down—it was a spacious corridor.

They followed the steps in that toilet paper... oh no, the manual, and began to stand guard on the spot.

First came the commander in bright red, the commander's guards, then a large number of soldiers holding Electromagnetic Rifles and machine guns, and finally three "refrigerators" accompanying the ship.

"Secure!"

"Advance!"

As everyone successfully landed, one of the three "refrigerators" raised its mechanical arm covered in weapons, moved to the front of the team, and began to pave the way with heavy steps.

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Li Hua was a victim of Void Turbulence, from the distant 3K era.

At the time, he was writing a damn letter to his damn foreign friend when, suddenly, something inexplicable flashed before his eyes and dragged him in.

(From then on, Li Hua was never seen on English exams again.)

He was lucky; he landed right in a school and didn't become a scavenger/peon/Slave Laborer/wetware or any other abstract thing.

Although the people around him called him a "victim," he considered himself a transmigrator.

So, he spent nearly a year familiarizing himself with this place, then relied on his top-ranking grades from the local community school to get into military academy. After graduating, he was assigned to the favor as a Marine.

During this time, he gradually learned about his environment—a cosmic civilization with a warped tech tree. No Zerg, no AI, no warp demons. Although the system and production relations were a bit heaven-defying, overall, living didn't seem "hard."

Therefore, in summary, he believed he was in a very safe place. As long as he finished his service, he could find a habitable planet, enjoy life, and live out his old age—this thought lasted until today.

"Thump!"

"Thump, thump, thump!" The sound of metal stepping on the floor approached from afar.

On the makeshift defensive fortifications, Li Hua looked at his colleagues, his heart growing increasingly tense.

"In this day and age, what kind of good person would perform Boarding Actions in space?"

"The enemy must just be some guys who couldn't win and are making a final desperate attack because they've run out of options, right?"

Everyone was chatting idly on the fortifications until the first Boarding Shield appeared in his field of vision—followed immediately by the square "refrigerator" mecha.

Li Hua, who was just about to fire, saw this terrible shape and felt his head explode instantly. His ears began to ring, and his vision blurred—

This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this!

Aren't these cans? And that one behind... isn't that a dreadnought?

Cans, dreadnought?

A thunderbolt seemed to strike his mind—he was being boarded by blue cans?

Some ominous memories from the 3K era rushed out instantly:

Known: blue cans are the Loyalist Faction. If he was being boarded by the Loyalist Faction, then what was he?

Damn! It's over!! Gah! Is it still too late for me to be loyal!

In his extreme nervousness, Li Hua even ignored the height discrepancy of those smurfs—a dreadnought had already raised its arm at him. Looking at that pitch-black muzzle, Li Hua swallowed hard.

Family, do you think I can still survive?

"Boom——!!!" The answer was obvious.