201: Let them fly!

"Report!"

Less than three minutes later, Julius rushed into Xi Hai's office in a hurry.

As soon as he entered, he saw Xi Hai, who was holding a document with a dark expression on his face.

"I ask you, do you know what stage the academy's recruitment is at?"

Before Julius could even stand steady, the question was thrown at him.

"Report!"

"The preliminary screening in each star system is already underway!"

"The current recruitment work is proceeding simultaneously with the administrative construction. Due to the varying progress of each star system, there will be some discrepancy in the time it takes to complete the screening,"

"But even the last one will be completed in two days!"

Two days—there are only two days left.

Xi Hai glanced at the communicator in his hand again, then looked at the number of intellectuals on it, and sighed.

He handed the tablet in his hand to Julius and said:

"Come over and take a look."

"Over nineteen thousand people! A full nineteen thousand people,"

"They're all gone! They've all been intercepted by The Consortium!"

Julius took the tablet and looked at it, his pupils immediately shaking in shock—

There was only a short sentence on it,

"Ursa Major V12.39, the fleet has been intercepted by The Consortium. All personnel may be sent to fill the front lines, help!"

Julius read it over and over again, his chest heaving violently, his eyes gradually turning red—

Those ten thousand people who were willing to come to Tianjin Seat to teach were not easy to find!

More than ten thousand intellectuals!

And now, because of a dog-eat-dog war! They're being captured as expendables! Captured to fill the front lines!

He could even imagine how difficult it had been to get those people to agree to come and teach at Tianjin Seat V89, a civilization on the edge that was almost starting from scratch—

Those people were not just some low-quality goods!

Supreme Director has an AI core called "night lamp," which is something the high-level members of the Legion all know.

And before those people were recruited, they had all undergone background checks secretly conducted by that AI core called "night lamp"!

Each and every one of them was a strategic-level talent with real skills!

"Are you done reading?"

Xi Hai's voice rang softly in his ears, allowing the agitated Julius to regain some composure.

But he was still panting, his hands clenched into fists, looking as if he wanted to rush up immediately and tear those guys from The Consortium to shreds.

Xi Hai looked at Julius like this,

Why is this guy more agitated than me?

"Calm down first," he tried to soothe him,

"Getting angry now cannot solve any problems, and it will even cause you to make less calm judgments when making decisions."

"I ask you, is there any way to send someone to save them—"

"Regardless of any cost."

Hearing Xi Hai's words, Julius first pinched himself, forcing himself to calm down.

Rescue... rescue...

Regardless of any cost?

Should he take the fleet directly over there?

No, no, no, that won't work.

Those ten thousand faculty members were being taken as cannon fodder; if a frontal attack were launched, not only would nothing be saved, but it would also accelerate the death rate of those scholars;

Then it could only be a side infiltration...

However, what kind of frontal infiltration could quietly bring more than ten thousand people out?

Just when Julius felt his brain cells were dying in large numbers—

He suddenly thought of something—

It was as if one of his brain cells had suddenly popped up and made a "I have a plan" gesture,

It seemed, there really was one!

He remembered that the First Mobile Fleet, after the end of the 7th Industrial Star System recovery battle that Supreme Director personally accompanied them to, had applied to him to establish a special operations unit!

That's it!

He clapped his hands with a "pop", stood at attention on the spot, and replied:

"Report! There is!"

"The First Mobile Fleet once applied to me to establish a special operations unit!"

"We can make preparations on two fronts! First, let our fleet use the Void Bubble Engine to stand by in the vicinity of the target,"

"First, let people infiltrate, confirm the location of that batch of faculty members, and protect the vast majority of them,"

"Then—"

"Launch a direct assault and teach those bandits from The Consortium a lesson."

Upon hearing this, Xi Hai,

There's also a special operations unit?

He asked casually:

"The applicant for that special operations unit you mentioned, is it a Pilot Sergeant named Celius?"

Julius, who was standing in front of him, immediately replied:

"It seems... no, I can be sure! It's him!"

Good grief, it really is that peerless infiltrating Pilot.

"Alright, just do as you say,"

"Immediately notify the First Mobile Fleet and borrow a combat unit from them!"

"Mobilize the fleet and set off immediately!"

"You will serve as the overall person in charge of the operation! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Yes!"

Julius shouted, saluted on the spot, and then ran out quickly—

He was really furious right now!

Damn The Consortium! heretics!

Since they want to stand in the way of their advance—

Then be prepared to be elbowed away!

...

...

"Attention all illegal immigrants! Attention all illegal immigrants!"

"This transport ship has entered the port! The boarding bridge is docking!"

"Causing trouble, fighting, hiding, refusing to leave the ship, and other behaviors are prohibited,"

"Violators will be executed on the spot. Repeat, violators will be executed on the spot."

At this time, within The Consortium's territory, Ursa Major V12.39.

This place is more than a dozen star systems away from the front line maintained by the Empire and The Consortium. If viewed geographically, it is strictly an area far away from the battlefield,

But in reality, judging by the speed of the Empire's attack and the speed of The Consortium's collapse, there is actually no difference between here and the front line—

If it hasn't fallen by the third day, it must be that the Empire changed its attack target on the second day and decided to detour before the third day.

At this moment,

A civilian cargo starship, requisitioned from who knows where, slowly sailed into a dilapidated space fortification—if that thing could even be called a fortification.

The boarding bridge used for transporting bulk goods slowly connected to the cargo hold exit, and as the hatch slowly opened,

Immediately, an unlucky guy leaning against the door fell out of the jam-packed cargo hold, his arm slamming hard against a metal structural frame on the side,

With a crack, the man let out a violent scream.

Several soldiers from The Consortium wearing Exoskeletons walked up, frowned, used their gun barrels to lift the guy's arm to take a look, shook their heads, and said:

"He's useless. Should we send him to the slaughterhouse?"

Another soldier didn't even look and replied:

"It's so far, and it's just one person, no need to bother."

"Fine."

After answering casually, the soldier who went up first pulled away the gun barrel that was lifting the broken arm and aimed it at the man's head—

"Bang!!!"

Splattering everywhere.

Afterwards, several soldiers walked to the hatch,

Looking at those faces that probably had never even done heavy work, the leading squad leader obviously showed an expression of dissatisfaction,

He casually struck a person standing nearby hard with a club, looked at the guy who jumped away, and complained loudly:

"Why are they all like this? Looking so weak and fragile, don't let them get electrocuted to death when we install the electric shock collars later,"

After speaking, he walked over again and struck the person just now with a club as if venting his anger.

The deputy squad leader beside him just watched him beat him like that for a few minutes,

Until the guy on the ground, whose head was bleeding, was breathing more out than in, the deputy squad leader symbolically pulled him and said:

"Forget it, forget it, they're just cannon fodder, don't bother being picky about quality."

The squad leader snorted coldly, turned around, and shouted to the soldiers behind him:

"Old rules, separate men and women, discard the disabled, take the good-looking ones!"

"Everyone—get to work!"