War-torn galaxies (3)

Chapter 7 Blade

Jeffrey Jacobson was in a terrible mood. Jacobson was in a terrible mood at the moment, his eyes staring straight at the second empty bottle on the table, the ghastly scar on his face already burned purple by alcohol. The events of the last few days had left Jeff burnt out, and he had begun to drown his sorrows in alcohol again. Jeff remembered the last time he had gotten himself drunk was when he was on the Meadowview.

In Bristol, everyone regarded Jeff as the finest governor, the best commander of the Mathermere Confederacy, and many other titles that Jeff himself was slightly ashamed of. But in his heart Jeff didn’t think he was worthy of everyone’s praise, he was very confident in his military prowess. Jeff was not a conservative commander, he was never afraid to take risks, and his courage and boldness made the enemy afraid. But the battle plan proposed by Fred shocked Jeff: Fred wanted to fight with the ruling army at Petaluni Fortress!

Petaluni Fortress was the man-eating devil of the Bristol Galaxy, any fleet that approached it would be reduced to pieces under the attack of its immensely powerful fortress fire; the reinforcements from the ruling government forces and the Solar System Defense Forces were currently almost all gathered at the fortress, their strength was definitely stronger than that of the Mathamel Allied Forces, and they also took a defensive stance, which made the Allied Forces all the more unable to do anything about it.

And Fred’s plan seemed to Jeff and the other governors to be so bold as to border on hubris, and almost as if he was estimating his opponent’s intelligence to a minimum! Fred was going to send out the entire main fleet of the Mathermel League for a showdown at Fort Petaluni. He was going to use himself and Jeff’s fleet as bait to lure the enemy’s main force away from Petaluni; Alfonso and Isiah to lead an assault on the fortress with marines ambushed on the planet Petaluni; and Mostar’s fleet to stand by for maneuvers on the periphery. Fred’s plan was that as long as Alfonso and Issea captured the fortress, the enemy would have no more chance to turn the tide of battle.

Fred’s plan almost stunned Jeff when it was presented! He had always considered Fred to be one of the least mistaken geniuses in this universe, but had never expected him to come up with such a desperate plan! At the meeting, Jeff had strongly opposed Fred’s plan, it was too unwise to take the Mathermere Alliance’s entire fortune in Petaluni for a big gamble. At the meeting, Isiah Boulmeyer and Brienne Boulmeyer were present. Boulmeyer and Brienne Adumire were also not in favor of Fred’s plan. Adumirai also disapproved of this plan, but Fred showed a rare stubbornness, and did not listen to the opinions of others.

In desperation, Jeff offers to hurry up and discuss Fred’s plan after Alex and Alfonso, who escorted the two female captives to Mashima Shigezon’s place, return, and he hopes that the resourceful Alex will help him convince Fred.

If this was all, Jeff might have been bitter, but he knew that if he and the other governors insisted on opposing it, Fred’s intelligence would not be stubborn. However, the news that Louis told himself after the meeting that day really made Jeff feel incomparably lost and despondent: Fred’s illness has flared up again!

At least from Fred, Jeff felt that God was fair to everyone, giving Fred unrivaled talent while making it difficult for him to escape the disease for the rest of his life. Jeff knew that whenever Fred’s illness struck, his mood was incredibly low. And Fred had an amazing foresight that ordinary people did not have; could he have sensed that the candle of his life was about to burn out?

Jeff didn’t dare to imagine any further. He knew that Fred had spent half his life dying to just save his country, and that he had put too much weight on his shoulders. And it was also Fred’s lifelong pursuit, he could not die without seeing the final victory! Jeff suddenly understood the mood of Fred: he has to do whatever it takes to reach his  expectations in the shortest possible time, and for this reason he does not hesitate to give his all to the fight!

With the loss of Fred, the Mathermel Alliance was bound to fall apart; but Fred’s bold plan made Jeff feel as if he were walking on the edge of a knife, which could not be described as a heart-stopping experience! Jeff could only feel a moment’s relief by drenching himself in spirits.

＝The “sunlight” of Bristol came into Jeff Jacobson’s room. Jacobson’s room, the sleeping Governor slowly opened his eyes to the light shining directly on his face, his head aching as if it was about to split open from the hangover. Jeff smiled bitterly as he looked at the pile of bottles on the table.

He got up from his bed and began to put on his tunic while walking to the window and opening it. Outside the window, officers were walking to their posts in twos and threes, and in the distance, countless huge starships were glittering with dazzling silver light under the sunlight, and soldiers in gray uniforms were nervously busy around the warships. This morning in Mathermel was as calm as ever, but Jeff suddenly felt a kind of inexplicable melancholy: these busy soldiers and officers, who knows if they will still be able to see tomorrow’s sun? Maybe in a moment, their flesh and blood will be together with the huge battleship to ashes!

Just as Jeff was staring out of the window, a guard’s voice suddenly came from the doorway: “Governor Jeff, Alex Hawk is here to see you! Governor Alex Hawk is here to see you!”

“Invite him in.”

The door to the room opened and the uniformed Alex walked in, the handsome dark-haired governor wearing his usual smile that was as clear as the sunlight outside the window. Jeff was suddenly amused: if Alex had heard about Fred’s plan, would he still be able to smile so naturally?

Alex saw those bottles of wine on the table as soon as he walked in, and he took a quick look at Jeff’s bloodshot eyes and laughed: ”Ha, Jeff, did you make us rush back so quickly to find someone to drink with you? If that’s the case, you only need to let Alfonso come back alone! There’s still a lot of ‘show’ left to see at Mashima Shigemune’s place!”

Jeff couldn’t help but smile, every time he saw Alex this guy always made people feel relaxed, this hybrid always seemed like he didn’t know how to worry. He approached Alex and tapped him on the shoulder, “Alex, come have a drink.”

With that said, Jeff poured Alex a glass from a bottle with a small amount of wine left in it and handed it to him with a mischievous smile on his face.

“So you really want to buy me a drink?” Alex started to feel a little skeptical, but lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip into his mouth.

“Fred has decided to attack Fort Petaluni!” Just as Alex had just taken a sip of his wine into his mouth, Jeff suddenly smiled slyly at him and blurted out.

“Ahem… what? Are you kidding? Cough! …” Alex choked and almost spewed out all his wine, screaming at Jeff.

“Haha…” Jeff finally got satisfaction from Alex’s wolfish appearance, he laughed twice, came over and said : “I thought you were really a guy with a heart of gold, but it turns out that the reaction of a great intelligence officer when taken by surprise is to cough up his staff.”

He then suddenly put away his smile and said with a straight face, “But I’m not kidding. Alex, Fred’s decided to attack Petaluni!”

Jeff was about to continue when Alex suddenly interrupted him, “Jeff, wait. Let me guess, Fred must have had some brilliant idea? …”

“Don’t you guess. Fred’s ploy is just too simple…”

After listening to Jeff, Alex’s expression became grave. He walked thoughtfully to the window and stared out at the Mathermel base in the morning sun, turning his head after a while.

“Jeff, I don’t think Fred’s plan is unworkable!”

“What? Alex, you actually…” Jeff stared at Alex as if he had seen a monster, shaking his head in surprise.

“Jeff, I think you are seeing only the risky side of the plan and not the successful side. Just as you insisted against the sneak attack, I’m afraid that no one on the Defense Force side would have thought that we would dare to be so bold as to sneak into Petaluni. Besides, any plan that is well laid out and knows both the enemy and us well, that basically always has a greater chance of success than the possibility of failure!”

Alex more and more excited, even the eyes began to shine: “Jeff you should know, at any time to want to get the victory without the slightest risk is impossible; this time once the success, we are the same as a complete control of the enemy in the heart of the hand, in the future you can always eat to destroy them!”

“Ah, Jeff, this plan is already making my blood boil! I’ve got to get back to Intelligence and get ready, I’ll see you at the meeting this afternoon!” Alex clapped Jeff on the shoulder and rubbed his hands together as he walked out excitedly.

Jeff watched Alex’s back fade away with a fixed stare and muttered, “God, why did I have to get this guy back in such a hurry? Another lunatic, why didn’t I see it before?”

= In the Officers’ Club at Mathermere Base, the dark-haired Alliance Chief Intelligence Officer was sitting alone in one of the innermost seats, with a steaming set lunch and a glass of wine not from Bristol in front of him.

Alex always liked to come to the club for his meals, and although the food wasn’t any better prepared than in the base’s cafeteria and was expensive, Alex liked the quiet and the wine from the outer galaxy – he just couldn’t take the local Bristol’s fiery spirits. But today at lunch he had watched in silence as the meal in front of him slowly grew cold, only absently tasting a few mouthfuls of the thick broth with his spoon, and the glass of wine he hadn’t touched at all.

Alex, who was outwardly walking around the table with no expression on his face, was churning inside like boiling water. Alex felt like a gambler sitting in front of a roulette wheel, the excitement and restlessness that he hadn’t felt in years, the last time being when he was determined to join Thunder Dragon.

“Why? Why did I even decide to side with Fred so quickly this time?” Alex couldn’t help but ask himself. On the way out of Jeff’s place and back to Intelligence, Alex met Isaiah, and when he spoke of Fred’s new adventure with the same apprehension as Jeff, Alex immediately told him with understanding – he had already begun to prepare a detailed plan for the operation!

It was still very funny to Alex now when he thought back to the look on Isiah’s face when he was so surprised that he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

It was only now that he finally realized that his rebellious character came from the adventurous blood flowing in his body, and not entirely due to his unfortunate childhood. Fred’s bold plan deeply attracted Alex and made the adventurous blood in him burn.

It was so exciting! Alex felt as if he had spent so many years in constant adventure and gambling, hadn’t he also taken a costly gamble when he abandoned his country and his future and followed Fred to this distant galaxy without a second thought? The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he even began to hope that the war would come soon.

“Two set menus and a glass of bourbon, please.” A soft, delicate female voice drifted into Alex’s ears, and the intelligence officer, whose mood had just calmed down, looked up. A petite girl was sitting in a seat not far from Alex, facing the door of the club, her stripped purple trench coat resting on the back of a chair, speaking softly to the restaurant’s waiter.

Alex couldn’t see the girl’s face, but he knew from the girl’s delicate voice and her nearly white blonde hair that it was Old Nick’s daughter, Miana. Every time he saw this delicate and cute girl, Alex would always wonder if she was Mosta’s daughter or not. The fact that that rude and violent old man would have a daughter as gentle and beautiful as Miana was a strange thing to Alex, so much so that many people in the base of Mathamel were privately saying that Miana was the daughter of Old Nick’s wife who gave birth to someone else.

Intelligent and quiet, fond of books and poetry, and graceful and elegant, combined with her soft appearance, made Miana the object of pursuit for many of the young men here. But the girl was only fond of Captain Mostar’s small, rock-hard assistant, Sebastian Hursley, and was not interested in his wife. Hursley, and ignored the attentions of the others. Convinced that the blonde must be waiting for her lover to join her for dinner right now, Alex was in a good mood and decided to play a joke on the stubborn young man.

Alex picked up the wine in front of him and drank it all in one go, then straightened his uniform and walked with a dandy-like grace (something he’d learned from Isaiah’s) towards Miana, who was sitting alone.

“Hello, Miana!” Alex greeted graciously, sitting across from the blonde without waiting for her permission.

“Governor Hawk? Good noon.” The blonde girl said with slight surprise, a charming smile on her face.

Alex sat across from Miana, his body leaning forward, so close that he could even smell a faint fragrance emanating from the young girl. His eyes stared straight at Miana’s big flashing eyes, smilingly and deliberately said, “Miana, why didn’t Sebastian accompany you today?”

Being stared into the eyes of a handsome man like Alex, Miyana was obviously feeling a little shy, a faint blush spreading over her slightly pale face, and she shyly lowered her head to avoid Alex’s hot gaze, mumbling in a low voice: “He… I didn’t come here by myself…”

The shyness of the young girl made Alex even more pleased, he poked his body forward again and said, “Ms. Miana, Sebastian is not here, I’ll buy you dinner. What would you like?”

The blonde’s white hands were crossed in an urgent manner, and she whispered, “Thank you, Governor Hawk. I’ve already ordered.”

At that moment, a heavy, firm footstep came from behind Alex, and he immediately realized that it was the stubborn lad who had arrived. Alex could even imagine the displeasure and annoyance on Sebastian’s face when he saw a handsome officer sitting across from his lover at the moment, taking advantage of his absence to make a fuss. He knew that Sebastian was a very competent soldier, loyal and resolute, but his only fault was that he was very jealous, and he frowned upon any man who dared to “harass” Miana.

Alex almost laughed out loud when he saw Miana raise her slightly blushing face to look behind her as well, her big beautiful eyes blinking strangely at her. He had already thought about it, as soon as Sebastian came up behind him, he immediately stood up and made an enigmatic smile first at Miana and then threw the smaller man a victorious grin, making sure to walk away quickly without waiting for Sebastian to say anything. That would be enough to keep that kid puzzled and pissed off for the rest of the day!

With his mind made up, Alex listened to the footsteps that had almost reached his back, and suddenly stood up, smiled mysteriously at Miana, who was sitting quietly across the room, and then turned around. Alex almost crashed into the chest of the man behind him, and when he looked up triumphantly, the long-prepared victor’s grin on his face froze immediately!

Standing behind the smug intelligence officer was Captain Mostar! Alex’s prepared expression immediately turned into embarrassment as he spoke with his mouth open, “Hello, old Nick! I’m, uh, hey! Captain Mosta, your daughter Miana is such a lovely girl! Bye!”

Seeing Captain Mosta looking at himself with skeptical eyes, and also looking at Miyana whose face still has a shy blush on it. Alex felt like a cat that was caught by its master’s tail while stealing a fish to eat, and snapped his head down as he walked past the old captain, and behind him came Captain Mosta’s voice that he didn’t know whether it was angry or amused: “Good boy, Alex! Trying to seduce my baby girl?!”

“What are you talking about, Papa! Governor Hawk didn’t…” said Miana timidly, making Alex feel even more wretched and hurry to escape from the club.

= “Is there no controversy amongst you all? Good then! It’s decided!”

Pale-faced Fred, his blue-gray eyes glittering with an unusual luster, rose from his seat, scanned the conference room for the variously-faced elites of the Mathermel Allied Forces, and spoke in an unusually resolute tone. With the exception of Alex, who sat beside him, everyone else was filled with helplessness. Despite Jeff, Isiah, and even Alfonso’s dissenting opinions, they were all no match for the eloquent Alex and the surprisingly stubborn Fred, and had to accept this incomparably risky plan.

Jeff opened his mouth to stand up and say something, but was pulled back by Brienne, who was sitting behind him.

“Mr. Jeff, say no more. Just trust Alex’s and make a well-prepared big bet.

Even if it doesn’t work out in one fell swoop, we should be able to get out in one piece according to Alex’s plan.”

Jeff looked at the innocent-faced Duke Adumire who spoke so sincerely, and helplessly swallowed back the words that were already on his lips.

“Then let’s codename this raid ‘Blade’! Just as Jeff just described it!”

Fred said with a smile on his face as he looked at Jeff.

“Blessed be the god Bevel (the god of war in Bristol lore)! Let sharp blades cleave to our enemies instead of cutting our fingers!!!”

A strong sense of wariness filled the room along with Fred’s impassioned words, and everyone felt the hot blood running fast through their bodies.

“Meeting adjourned! Let’s all go back and split up and get ready!”

As the governors rose and gathered up their things and headed for the door, Fred suddenly called out to Alex and Isaiah.

“Isaiah, Alex, you’re back.” Fred said with that lazy and laid back tone back, sitting in his chair and casually pointing to the map of Bristol on the LCD screen by the wall.

“I’ll leave the task of walking to Petaluni to you two, be careful?!”

“No problem! Leave it to us!” Isiah and Alex replied in unison.

= In the Petaluni Fortress, a routine military meeting of the Defense Forces is taking place.

The meeting was chaired by Lieutenant General Hussein Kutris, Commander of the Combined Fleet of the Bristol Government Forces. The meeting was chaired by Lieutenant General Hussein Kutris, the commander of the Combined Fleet of the Bristol Government, who was the head of the meeting in terms of position, rank and seniority, so of course the meeting had to be presided over by him, even though Rear Admiral Sulla’s reinforcement fleet would not be at his disposal.

Sitting at Hussein’s right hand was Joseph Sulla, who shared his grim countenance. Sura. The high-minded and proud Joseph had wanted to teach the unknowing Mathermel rebels a lesson, but he did not expect that when he first arrived in Bristol, he would hit a big nail in the Larsen Fortress, and be defeated by the fledgling Dukes of Brienne Adumirai and Issiah Sura, and the Duke of Brienne Adumirai. But I didn’t expect that when I first arrived in Bristol, I hit a big nail in Larsen’s fortress, and was defeated by the fledgling Duke Brien Adumirai and Issiah Boulmeyer. Bourmeier and Isea Bourmeier joined forces to give them a hard time. Although Joseph was furious with his aide, Druuge, who had panicked under the harassment of Issia’s attack, the humiliating defeat was irrevocable and made him feel disgraced in front of his peers.

Because of this, Major General Sura had shown some respect among those who looked down on their fellow Ruling Army members from the bottom of their hearts, but he knew that his somewhat reckless attack on Larsen had become the laughing stock behind those conservative mediocrities. Joseph secretly vowed to really win a good battle, and preferably to accomplish the task of destroying the Mathermel rebels by himself, so as to save his own face and avenge the deep hatred of his fiancée, Linda, who had been captured and humiliated.

Under Joseph’s hand sat his second-in-command, Brigadier General Bill Droege. Brigadier General Druge, to this guy in fact Joseph knows best, he is really not a very good commander, but his loyalty is Joseph’s most appreciated place, so Bill followed Joseph for many years, but also still a deputy. Drueger was also very self-aware, in addition to honestly carry out Joseph’s orders, in various occasions even rarely say words.

On the other side of the Druuge sat the fit and melancholic female officer Sandra. The beautiful former captain of the Violet Group now felt really embarrassed by her situation; despite everyone’s outward politeness towards her, Sandra knew that behind her back the officers often talked about her shameful experience on Medovi.

That bitter and humiliating defeat of Violette’s group on the planet Medovi was the most intolerable memory in Sandra’s life, and it had taken months for the strong female officer to even be able to stop waking up at night with nightmares. But Sandra knew that the shadow on her mind could never be wiped away unless she could personally kill those who abused and tortured her. So Sandra insisted on coming back here with Joseph, even if she had to do what she was told, even if no one listened to Sandra in meetings, as long as she had the chance to fight Fred and his gang again, Sandra would be satisfied.

The seat beside Sandra was empty, for Zhuo Ning–that Chinese maiden of extraordinary skill–did not  intend to take part in such a dull meeting; the beautiful girl only  meant to perform some specific action and not  to sit in tedium all the morning. Zhuo Ning, this cheerful and simple girl is very popular with everyone, every time Sandra sees a group of people around the smiling girl to offer attentions, will even produce a kind of inexplicable jealousy. Maybe it was because Zhuo Ning was younger and prettier than herself? Or was it because the sight of the cheerful and innocent girl brought back her own unpleasant memories? Sandra herself couldn’t tell.

Hussein B. The seat to the left of Koutris was likewise empty; his deputy, Barrow, was on his way from Chea to Petaluni. On the other side of the empty seat sat a beautiful woman in civilian clothes.

The woman was similar in age to Sandra, but had much lighter skin than the female officer, her eyes flowing under a head of chestnut curls, and she looked at the other officers with an elegant smile. Around the woman’s neck was a diamond necklace, a rarity in the military, her white pattered hands played with a gold pen, and her body was ripe and voluptuous under her gray suit, her breasts rising and bulging in the area. This woman’s appearance looks and those grim expression of the officers and does not match, more like a temperament elegant white-collar female employees.

But this woman’s identity is very special: Ms. Molly Niles is the consul of Petaluni and the commander of the fort’s logistics. Ms. Niles is the consul of Petaluni and the commander of the fort’s logistics. Ms. Niles is not a soldier, but she can and should attend all military meetings.

The thirty-year-old consuless is still unmarried, but has a ten-year-old son left on Earth. Molly had studied law at university, and after graduation had traveled furiously to faraway Bristol to make a go of it, and with her intelligence and competence had managed to become Consul of Petaluni, an important planet.

If a beautiful single woman is in a high position, there must be a lot of gossip behind her back, especially if she has an unmarried child like Ms. Nurse. People knew that the child was the son of her and her college boyfriend, but judged that the beautiful consuless must have risen to her position by more than just her talent. But Molly didn’t seem to care about all the talk, and only fought back with a work ethic that bordered on fanaticism.

“Duh-duh-duh!” Lieutenant General Kutris tapped his fingers on the table, his irritable behavior making everyone feel unhappy. Seeing everyone’s gazes on him, the Lieutenant General said gruffly, “Gentlemen, the rebel army hasn’t made the slightest movement for nearly two months! Don’t you all think this is a bit abnormal?”

Joseph, who had already been sitting still for half a day, forced down his dissatisfaction and said, “Lieutenant General, my intuition tells me that there’s a bigger conspiracy brewing behind the rebels’ silence. But I wonder if your intelligence department has any better suggestions than intuition?”

The intelligence work of the ruling government forces was handled by Lt. Gen. Kutris’ aide, Jim B. Barrow. Brigadier General Barrow was in charge of it, and Joseph’s words clearly came in response to the incompetence and dereliction of duty of the intelligence department. Kutris’s thick red beard trembled slightly and he did not speak.

“Rear Admiral Sura, I think that while we are passive on the surface right now, the fact is that waiting and watching is in our favor.” The consuless’ voice was crisp and pleasant.

“Fort Petaluni locks up the Rebels’ chokepoint to the center of the galaxy, and behind us holds seventy percent of Bristol’s resources and eighty percent of its industrial capacity, so supply is not a problem for us. The rebels, on the other hand, although they control a relatively large star field, they are all barren, barren and backward, not conducive to their long-term development and supply. So I think that if we fight a long war of attrition with the rebels in a defensive stance, the final victory will definitely be ours.” Molly calmly and clearly analyzed the situation, working in Bristol for ten years made her know the resource allocation of this galaxy like the back of her hand.

“Hmph, that’s what you say every time. Then I guess we’ll just wait and wait for those rebels to crash into our guns. However, our connection with the solar system has now been cut off by the rebels, and we’re on our own for all supplies.” Joseph couldn’t help but whine even though he knew that what Molly said was true.

“No problem, Major General Sura. I’ll make sure there are no problems with supplies.” Molly said confidently.

“But Bristol’s technology for building warships…” as Joseph was about to continue, Sandra gave him a wink from across the druge, signaling him not to say anything.

Kutris had gotten a little angry, he took over the conversation : “Bristol’s technology of building warships is not as good as the solar system’s, but aren’t the rebels here all the same?”

“But, Lieutenant General, it is rumored that the rebels are smuggling arms and warships through some underground channels.” Sandra continued.

“Any reliable sources to confirm this?”

“No. But I think we should still be well prepared for this.” The female officer continued.

Everyone was silent again. Because of the passive situation of the war, the atmosphere of every meeting was always depressing, with less time for discussion than for silence. After a while, Koutris stood up.

“That’s it for today, adjourned!”

Chapter 8 Petaluni

After an intense day at work, Consuless Molly B. Nars returned to her residence. It was already late at night, but Ms. Nars was used to working late. She not only had to deal with Petaluni’s administrative affairs, but also responsible for arranging the fort’s supplies, but these could not defeat the energetic Molly, who was called “workaholic” by her subordinates behind their backs.

Molly opened the front door of her residence and as soon as she walked into the living room immediately kicked off her heels first, stretched gently, and walked barefoot into the bedroom while taking off the jacket of her suit.

Molly walked into the bedroom and was just about to flip the chandelier switch by the door when suddenly two thick, sturdy arms reached out from behind her and intercepted her!

“Ah! Oooo…” Molly was just about to shriek when she felt a large hand cover her mouth. Then the man behind that back wrapped his other hand around her waist and pushed the voluptuous consuless into a corner!

Molly’s face was pressed against the wall, and she could feel the man behind her squeezing her body against the wall from behind, unable to move. The man’s heavy gasp with a whiff of alcohol sprayed from the back of the consuless’ neck, causing Molly to shiver. Both of her hands clawed haphazardly behind her, and to her surprise, she grabbed onto a man’s bare, sweaty thighs? That assailant behind her had actually stripped naked? Molly couldn’t help but feel a wave of panic.

“Don’t scream, baby!” The man said in a lowered voice, letting go of the hand over Molly’s mouth, then circling around to her breasts and grabbing the Consuless’ plump, soft breasts through her shirt and the bra inside, rubbing them roughly!

“Ah… no…” Molly couldn’t help but moan softly as she felt the man’s large, strong hands rubbing her delicate breasts, an electric shock of, and the fact that the man’s sturdy body was pressing her tightly against the wall.

The large hand that had gripped Molly’s breasts stroked them for a moment and began to sharply unbutton the buttons on the Consul’s shirt, then slipped its large hairy hand inside the Consul’s open shirt and slid into the bra to grasp the soft, full mass of flesh.

“No, don’t… oh…” Feeling the large, strong hand grabbing her breasts, fingers clamping down on the delicate, sensitive nipples on the snow-white globes of flesh and gently rubbing them, a weak cry of resistance and a delicate moan came from the Consuless’s mouth, and her voluptuous body squeezed against the wall began to wriggle in a flirtatious manner.

That man felt the nipple his finger was holding rapidly rise and harden, and the woman’s moans became more and more flirtatious. He also gasped, his other hand skillfully lifted up the consul’s skirt and slid in! The consul’s skirt was lined with gartered stockings, and with a “bla bla bla”, the clasp on Molly’s garter belt was opened, and the man’s large hand began to caress the soft, delicate thighs that were exposed beyond the stockings.

“Oh…” As her sensitive breasts and thighs were gently stroked by the man’s large hands at the same time, Molly immediately felt weak, and she moaned softly, unable to stop herself from starting to swing her plump ass from side to side under the pressure of the man’s enlightened body.

The man’s hand felt up Molly’s plump thighs, and suddenly grabbed the small panties tightly wrapped around her plump and fleshy buttocks, and ripped them with a force! With a “hiss”, Molly’s panties were rudely torn and pulled down by the man! The man then unzipped Molly’s skirt and let it slide down her slightly parted legs. Then he grabbed the consul’s exposed buttocks and squeezed and stroked them!

“Ah! No, don’t…” Suddenly feeling the man’s rough movements, her skirt slipped down to her feet and her panties were yanked down, the Consuless, whose lower body was completely exposed, couldn’t help but call out softly, wriggling her white, tender lower body in a slight struggle.

The man remained silent, panting and playing with Molly’s plump, fat mounds of flesh, then pressed his own body against Molly’s mildly resisting one, and with both hands reaching into her open shirt, he began to undo the Consuless’s bra.

With the man squeezing herself dead center against the wall, Molly could clearly feel something hot and thick against her bare buttocks, gently brushing against her sensitive and delicate slit. Immediately she felt her heart beating wildly, an emotion that she didn’t know whether it was fear or desire slowly rising. As the bra also left her body, two heavy meatballs fell into the man’s strong palms, the female consul’s felt hot, and her mouth couldn’t help but let out a gurgling cry as if she was crying.

The man’s hands roughly and forcefully kneaded Molly’s naked chest, slipped his angrily erected rod between the woman’s legs that had automatically parted, and gently rubbed it around the tender pussy, feeling that the woman’s secret pussy had gradually become wet and hot. He then grabbed Molly’s shirt with his hand and rudely peeled off the last covering from the woman’s body as well. Then he tightly pressed down on the consuless’s completely naked and writhing body, and tenderly kissed on her earlobe, while his hands roughly rubbed the two plump and tender meat globes on the consuless’s chest.

Squeezed naked against the wall and kissing the most sensitive earlobe on her body, Molly felt what seemed like a wave of dizziness as a little cold liquid trickled down her bare thighs! She immediately shivered and gouged her hands hard against the wall, gasping and moaning flirtatiously as she desperately tried to avoid the man’s kisses: “No, oh, Hussein! Oh, Hussein! I… I can’t take it anymore! Give it to me… I want to…”

It turns out that the man behind Molly is Hussein Kutris, the Fleet Admiral of the ruling government forces. Kutris! His naked and robust body was holding the consuless against the wall, his hands roughly but delicately playing with the woman’s naked flesh, listening to the seductive moans and cries that came out of his lover’s mouth as if she were crying.

“Hussein, I want you! I want… ah!” Suddenly, Molly felt her body, which already seemed to be going limp, being lifted up by Koutris’s big, powerful hands, and was violently turned around, with her back against the wall! Then Koutris grabbed Molly’s bare, plump, supple thighs with both hands and spread them violently to the sides, pressing his body against the woman’s legs!

“Ah! …” Koutris’s rough movements made Molly feel more and more like her body was on fire, and an uncontrollable desire made the normally calm and refined consuless lose control!

Molly felt Kutris’s hot and hard rod gently bumping outside her wet pussy, but it just refused to penetrate between her petals! The naked consuless immediately acted like a female animal in heat, wrapping her arms tightly around Koutris’ neck, squeezing her naked, plump chest onto his firm, broad chest, her head desperately thrown back, the bitterness and emptiness in the mature woman’s body caused Molly to scream uncontrollably!

“Ah! Hussein! I can’t take it anymore… Come in faster, I want it, I want it!!!” The consuless screamed as if she were crying, desperately pushing her lower body forward to meet her lover’s hot rod!

“Baby! Come on!!!” Koutris gasped, his waist jerked forward, and his thick rod immediately pushed through the woman’s already blood-filled and heated petals, plunging into the wet and tender flesh!

Koutris’ rod had just penetrated Molly’s pussy when he felt a warm liquid running down his rod. He picked up the woman’s legs, and the consuless’s legs immediately coiled tightly behind his waist, and then Kutris tightened his grip on the plump, hot flesh of the woman lying on his chest, and thrust hard into her hot, wet, tight pussy!

Molly wrapped her arms around Koutris’s neck and threw her head back, feeling a burst of intense pleasure hit her almost unconscious brain with his powerful thrusts. She vigorously wriggled her snow-white, plump flesh to meet him, closing her eyes and loudly letting out a burst of sultry, tantalizing cries!

“Darling, come on, come on! … Oh, my darling, Hussein! I love you! Harder and faster!

Hurry!!! AH!!! …”

Koutris held Molly’s naked, snow-white body in his arms as he walked around the darkened room, thrusting and thrusting, and the woman lying on top of him kept moaning loudly and crying out, frantically writhing her voluptuous body to meet her.

Kutris walked over to the bed and suddenly threw the woman on top of him onto the bed!

“AHHH!!!” Molly couldn’t help but scream as that hot, thick rod suddenly left her body! But Koutris immediately rolled her over and put her in a kneeling position on the edge of the bed, then held her snow-white, fat ass from behind and plunged back into her flooded flesh!

“Awww! Darling! Hurry, hurry…” Molly, who was on her knees on the bed, wriggled her snow-white buttocks frantically, a burst of electric-like pleasure making her tremble, her arms no longer able to support her body, turning her into a position with her shoulders against the bed and her buttocks puckered high, moaning loudly.

Without a word, Koutris held the consuless’s round, snow-white ass and pumped in and out of her hot, tight pussy. His normally suppressed desires could only explode out now, and the enchanting flesh of this beautiful and mature woman was his best comfort.

Thus the two naked men and women fell into a frenzy like wild beasts in heat. The female consul’s stocking-clad legs were spread out to the sides as she knelt on the bed, her white fingers gripping deeply into the sheets, desperately tossing her head, her mouth emitting cry-like whimpers and wails. Sweat drenched plump sexy flesh in the darkness emitted a bewitching white light, naked round snow white buttocks frantically wriggling to meet the thrusts of the meat stick stuffed with wet pussy, looking incomparably bewitching and lewd.

After a sharp storm, the two naked men and women calmed down. Kutris lay spread-eagled in the center of the bed panting, the beautiful and voluptuous consuless always giving him the most satisfaction and the most exhaustion afterwards.

Beautiful female consul Molly. Nars curled up her snow white plump body lying on Kutris chest, mouth is still intermittent moaning, plump round buttocks, as if still not satisfied as if gently shaking, tender thigh roots and legs on the black stockings stained with shiny lewd water and white turbid mucus.

Koutris gasped and suddenly pushed away his lover, who was lying on his chest sighing and moaning like a good kitten, and got off the bed to fetch his uniform.

“Honey, don’t go. Stay here with me tonight, okay?” Molly, who was lying on the bed, raised her head and looked pitifully at her soon-to-be-departing lover as she spoke, her beautiful eyes filled with begging.

“No way! Baby, I don’t want to be seen walking out of your apartment together first thing in the morning!”

Koutris said firmly as he got dressed and looked back at Molly.

The consuless’s eyes glistened with crystalline tears, and her clenched lips trembled a few times before she suddenly screamed!

“Hussein! You heartless! What do you, what do you take me for? A whore for you to play with?

I’m not even afraid of people seeing me, but you, you’re still, oooooo…” shouted Molly, suddenly covering her face and crying sadly.

Kutris saw the beautiful consuless shrug her rounded shoulders and cry sadly. Feeling somewhat sorry for Molly as well, he walked back to the bed, picked up his weeping lover, kissed her deeply on the forehead, and then said, “I’m sorry, baby! You know, I had to do it! Forgive me, my darling. When the war here is over, we can be together forever.”

Koutris said this, surprisingly feeling his eye frames moisten a bit as well. He stood up firmly and headed for the door.

“Come back! Hussein ┅┅┅┅ damn war, when will it end ohh…” looking at the back of Koutris as he walked towards the door, Molly called out softly, burying her head in the sheets and crying.

= A bar just outside the Petaluni fortress was almost full of people drinking for pleasure, and in the open space in the center of the bar five or six young Bristolians were dancing frantically to the rhythm of the rock music.

In a seat by the window of the bar against the neighboring street, two very plainly dressed men were talking in whispers under cover of the noisy surroundings.

“Alex, you are really bold! Aren’t you afraid that your original colleagues will recognize you as a ‘traitor’?!” The one who spoke was Isaiah Boulmeier. Bourmeier, always pay attention to the instrument of the playboy Isaiah now wearing a very ordinary Bristol hunting clothes, his trademark moustache can not be shaved off, just the bridge of the nose more a pair of black rimmed glasses, at first glance looks like a specializing in listening to gossip news of the second-rate reporter.

“Hey, I look like I’m in a situation where only my grandmother wouldn’t recognize me, and I’m worried about the Defense Force guys?”

Alex, sitting across from Isaiah, was similarly attired as a Bristolian, his black hair deflated into a straggly reddish-brown color, and his face glued on with Alfonso’s usual beard, with only the same sly wit still in both eyes.

“Hahaha, Alex, you’re right! Now that you’re like this, your nice grandmother might give you a dinner!” Alex’s unkempt clothes and disheveled hair and beard would have made him a vagabond.

“Hey, Isaiah! Look!” Isaiah, who was scowling at the two scantily clad Bristolian women in the seats not far away, hurriedly followed Alex’s finger towards the window, where four tall men in civilian clothes were walking by on the street. Looking at the bars and dance halls down the street, the eyes of those four men showed a look of delight and longing.

“They must be Defense Force soldiers from the fort.” Alex said with certainty. The military rules of the Defense Force were strict, but the lure of the flowery world outside the fortress was irresistible to these soldiers who were far from home, so there must have been not a few soldiers who sneaked out to spend some time.

“What’s so strange? A few soldiers, they’re not here to arrest you.”

“No, Isaiah. If these soldiers can get out, it means we can get in just as well.” Alex felt his heart begin to beat wildly.

“Of course, it’s not very difficult to get into a fortress. But it’s not much of a chance to get into a Marine unit, is it?”

“Isaiah, just a few people will be enough!” Alex said as if he were looking at his lover as he gazed fondly at the huge, terrifying Petaluni Fortress in the distance.

“As long as we can get a dozen or so competent commandos to blend into the fortress, when the main force of the Defense Force is lured away from the fortress, we’ll have a chance to open one of the seventy-odd entrances to the Petaluni Fortress, and at that time… heh heh heh…”

Alex rubbed his hands together excitedly, his expression as if he were a hobo to a hearty table of wine.

Alex and Isaiah were talking when suddenly there was a commotion over the bar, followed by a woman’s clear, sharp voice!

“Bastard! Dare to eat your aunt’s tofu?!”

Alex and Isaiah both looked toward the direction of the voice in surprise: they saw a tall redhead standing at the bar, wearing a tight crimson dress with a hemline so short that it just barely covered the woman’s round, firm buttocks, her ample chest rising and falling violently in exasperation, and a pair of leather boots, also crimson in color, that reached to her knees, making her whole person look like a ball of flames.

The girl was full of anger as she grabbed a drunken guy by the collar with one hand and slapped the guy hard with the other! The man, who had a strong build and was a head taller than the girl, was lifted off the ground by the spirited girl’s collar! The girl carried the bruised and battered man to the door of the bar and threw him out onto the street like a broken pocket!

The guy who’d been dropped in the street got up in a heap and fled amidst the laughter of the crowd, and the woman standing in front of the bar with her arms crossed spat at his back and walked back out in a huff, everyone in the bar giving her a surprised look.

“Wow, this chick is awesome!” A few young men whispered.

The woman who walked back to the bar heard them and immediately turned back, her round apricot eyes glaring fiercely at the men, who immediately lowered their heads and kept quiet.

“Heh heh heh, so it’s her! That guy even tried to take advantage of her, he really has eyes and deserves it!” Isaiah said as he stared at the woman in front of the bar.

“Veronica Enon. Enon?” Alex asked with a smile.

“Huh? How do you know this spirited little redhead?!” Isaiah said in surprise.

Alex so he and Alfonso escorted Julia and Yoko to Mashima Shigemune’s place, encountered a female pirate scene told once. Isaiah laughed as he listened: “Haha, Alfonso finally took advantage of the situation?

Luckily Veronica was on her own battleship at the time, if the two had been together you could have watched an all-out brawl! I’m afraid Alfonso wouldn’t have been able to take advantage of that!”

“What? Is this girl good at kung fu?” Alex asked, glancing at the flaming redhead at the bar.

“This little redhead’s kung fu is only too good for even Leo to take advantage of her, and she’s got a violent temper and an unforgiving little mouth, tsk tsk, it’s really powerful!”

“Oh? Looks like it’s a girl that even Ishea is a little afraid of, so it must be pretty tough?” Alex heard a bit of a sour taste in Isiah’s tone, and began to say flirtatiously to Isiah, who had been staring at Veronica over there.

“Hey, this little redhead… has good ears too!” The redhead over there obviously heard another person over here talking about herself, and she immediately turned her head, her fiery gaze shooting to Alex and Isaiya, who were sitting by the window. Isaiah hurriedly turned his face back and swallowed back the words that were already on his lips.

Alex saw the redhead staring at herself and Isaiah for a moment, leaving the bar and heading his way.

“Hey, Alex. That little redhead coming over?” The redhead’s footsteps were so light that Isaiah hadn’t even heard that she was already behind him, still whispering to Alex with her head down.

“Ahem!” The redhead who had walked up behind Isaiah coughed her staff softly, the expression on her face not sure if it was one of anger or snickering, but all in all it looked very charming to Alex.

Isaiah was immediately startled when he heard a voice behind him and slowly turned back around.

“So it’s you! I said why does this bar have the sour smell of a playboy’s body!” A mocking smile spread across the redhead’s cold, pretty face, and without waiting for Isiah or Alex to indicate it she pulled over a chair and graciously took the seat next to Isiah.

“Hey, hey, it’s Sister Redhead! Long time no see? You’re beautiful again!” Isiah smiled at Veronica in a gentlemanly manner.

“Come on, Isaiah! Don’t be a sister, I don’t know what you are! You see a pretty girl and you want to drag her to bed! But you’d better not hit on me before it’s too late!!!” Veronica spoke with a natural expression, not shy at all, and even grabbed the bottle of wine in front of Isaiya as she spoke and casually poured herself a glass.

“Hey, Veronica, you shouldn’t always think so badly of me!” Isaiah said with some embarrassment.

“Huh? Aren’t you a bad person? Why didn’t you say so earlier!!!” Veronica said with feigned surprise, a smug smile of self-conscious dominance already beginning to appear on her pretty, cold face.

Sitting opposite Veronica, Alex had been quietly staring at this beautiful and charming redhead, whose spirited and bright personality made Alex feel very appreciated. Veronica was wearing a strapless fire-red dress, slightly revealing a touch of snow-white plump breasts and charming deep cleavage opposite Alex has felt a hint of heart fluttering.

“Hey, Isaiah! Who is this guy?” Veronica nonchalantly pointed her finger at Alex.

“Oh, him! He’s the famous Alex Hawk! Governor Hawk!”

“Governor Hawk?” Alex hurriedly averted his eyes from the redhead’s towering chest to see Veronica looking at him with skepticism.

“I’ve heard that the famous Alex is a handsome young man, how come he looks like this?” Veronica looked Alex up and down, puzzled.

“Alex is afraid of having an old friend recognize him. What’s the matter, redhead sister interested in a handsome man from the solar system?” Isaiah’s eyebrows danced as he finally began to fight back.

“Bah! Ivory in a dog’s mouth!” Veronica said and averted her gaze from Alex, who was keenly aware of a faint blush suddenly flashing across the redhead’s face.

It was at this point that Alex glanced inadvertently toward the window and was immediately alarmed!

Almost immediately outside the window where Alex was sitting, a female officer in a Wehrmacht uniform and a couple of Wehrmacht soldiers were walking by, and the female officer with short chestnut hair seemed to glance toward the bar as well!

Sandra!!! Alex almost jumped out of his skin!

What a narrow path, to have met Sandra so coincidentally! Alex hurriedly lowered his head, and secretly prayed in his heart that this female officer with whom he had a deep hatred did not recognize him.

Alex’s panicked disorientation certainly didn’t escape the eyes of Isaiah and Veronica, who both watched as the gallant female officer and soldier didn’t stop, but continued walking away before Isaiah whispered, “Alex? That beauty is gone!”

Alex let out a breath then, feeling like his heart was barely beating just now.

“Is that your old flame? Hey, hey, it’s not bad looking! The body is very plump, the appearance is also very decent, it is estimated that the age is only in the early thirties? Hey, this kind of woman has the most flavor! You’ve got good eyesight!” Isaiya said with a fluttering brow, not noticing that Veronica beside him had already raised her eyebrows.

“What old flame? She’s Sandra, the captain of the Violet Team! Thank goodness she didn’t recognize me or we’d have had a bad day!”

“Hmph, what’s so bad about it? I just don’t believe that woman can beat me?!” Veronica said with a disdainful pout.

“Oh, Sandra… I remember! Alas, why didn’t you guys get her too in the first place? Pity, pity!” Isaiah was still muttering.

“Isaiah, Ms. Veronica! Let’s just get the hell out of here! Just now I felt as if Sandra had some suspicions when she saw me, just not for sure. Let’s just get out of here before this woman returns!” Alex said nervously, standing up.

“Good! Let’s hurry.” Although Isiah had already started hitting on the beautiful female officer Sandra, he still knew that he was now in Defense Force territory, after all.

“Hmph, cowards!” Veronica muttered behind the two of them, even though she was also following Isiah and Alex towards the outside.

Walking out of the bar, a couple of Bristolians followed, who were obviously Veronica’s men.

“Okay, red-haired sister. Let’s just part ways for now, shall we? Welcome Ms. Veronica to come to Mathermere as a guest sometime in the future.” Isaiah extended his hand towards the redhead with a face full of sincerity.

“Hm? Let’s talk about it when I have time!” Veronica smiled at Alex before laughing and giving Isiah a blank look as she walked away, flanked by a few of her men.

“What a girl with character!” Looking at the redhead’s distant slender back, Alex chuckled and spoke to Isaiah, who had a sour expression.

= “Joseph, I always thought that guy was Alex the traitor!”

“Sandra, are you really so sure?”

“It felt like it, but those two were gone when I went back.”

“Alex… this villain! Why is he in Petaluni?” Joseph Sura gritted his teeth. Sura gritted his teeth as a cloud of doubt and worry clutched his mind.

“Could it be that the rebels are really hitting Fort Petaluni?” Sandra felt chills running through her body at the thought of Alex’s sinister and devious smirk, hatred and fear mixing together causing anger to blaze in her chest.

“Come on! Alex, you villain! I’ll tear you to pieces with my own hands!!!” Joseph who remembered his fiancée Linda again couldn’t help but clench his fists and spoke viciously.

= The war clouds over Mathermere were thick, countless battleships of dazzling silver light covered almost the entire base, and the Allied fleet was ready to pounce on Petaluni, the end of glory and death!

Fred stood in front of the gangway of his magnificent flagship, the Glory, surrounded by the governors of the Allied forces – Jeff Jacobson, Alex B. Bowen, and the other two. Jeff Jacobson, Alex Hawk, and Nick B. Hawk, Nick Masta, Bryan B. Moustapha, Brienne Adumirai. Adumirai.

“Louis, Alex, Mathermel and Larsen are all yours!”

“Don’t you worry, Hon. Fred!” Alex bowed respectfully.

“Captain Mostar, Brien, have you memorized all your tasks? Don’t keep Isaiah and Alfonso waiting, huh?!”

“Hon. Fred, we’re fine with that!” Old Nick and young Duke Adumire replied in unison.

“Yes!” Fred and Jeff walked up the gangway of the Glory.

“Target – Petaluni!!!”

Chapter 9 For the Hive

Vast starry sky suspended countless glittering silver warships, these shut down the engine behemoths as if the wind in the fluttering flotsam general bewildered swaying, perverse tranquility set off a more hideous horror.

“Coming, Fred.”

Jeff, standing in front of the huge monitor, stared intently at the bright spots flashing on the screen, the hideous, ghastly scar on his face twitching imperceptibly.

“All of them?”

The blonde Fred asked as he lounged in a wide, comfortable chair, excitement shooting out of his sad, deep blue eyes and a blush spreading across his pale face.

“Judging from the energy reflected over, the number of enemy warships should be around eight thousand.” An officer replied.

“That number should be basically the entirety of the enemy’s battleships.” Jeff added.

“It seems that Hussein and Joseph are not  missing the opportunity to capture me, the number one traitor, alive, ah?” A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Fred’s mouth.

“Start the engine?”

“Wait a little longer, Jeff. We’ll disappoint our opponents if we run away too fast!” Fred said, closing his eyes as if he were tired, his whole body leaning back against the back of the chair.

= “Damned devil, this time I’ve finally caught you!!!” Joseph B. Sura whispered angrily through gritted teeth as he carefully stared at the image of the rebel fleet coming back on his monitor, where a dazzling pure white giant battleship stood out.

“This is the flagship of that scoundrel Fred – the ‘Glory’.” Sura’s aide, Drudge, said.

“I know. What? The enemy army is starting to retreat?!!!”

“Full speed ahead, Joseph!” Sandra, the female officer who had been standing with her shoulders clasped, said, her beautiful eyes filled with hatred, her ample chest rising and falling violently.

“Wait, let me think…” frowned Joseph.

At that moment, there was a flash on the communication monitor, and the fierce red-bearded face of Hussein Kutris, the fleet commander of the ruling government forces, appeared on it. Koutris’s fierce red-bearded face appeared on it.

“Joseph! We’ll outflank them on both sides and pursue the fleeing rebels at full speed!!!” Hussein’s hoarse roar echoed through the command hall of Sura’s flagship.

“Hussein, we have to be careful there’s a trick in it!”

“Hahaha! Joseph, Fred is just up ahead, how can we miss such a great opportunity?!”

“But…” the traitor Alex’s face with its treacherous smile appeared again in Joseph’s mind, the developed mind of the former best intelligence officer in the Defense Forces was full of unexpected trickery, and it was by no means a coincidence that he happened to be in Petaluni on the eve of the rebel operation.

“Joseph, the army is precious! Even if there is a rebel trap ahead, we must still try! With twice the strength of the rebels we should never miss this opportunity to destroy the leader of the thieves!”

“Then… okay! Let’s continue the pursuit!” Although Joseph had a vague feeling that something had gone wrong, this temptation to annihilate Fred in one fell swoop was indeed too great for him to resist.

= The headquarters of Petaluni Fortress was filled with tension and excitement as the officers who remained behind gathered to await news of the battle ahead.

“There’s news!!!” A colonel darted in excitedly.

“The rebels began to flee at full speed, but their rear-guard fleet was still caught up by Lt. Admiral Kutris’s fleet, and there has been a firefight! The rebel fleet has suffered heavy losses!!!”

“Ah, great! Better wipe out both Fred and Jeff together!”

“I told you, the rebels would be no match in a regular war! I can’t believe that Fred was arrogant enough to attack Petaluni directly!”

“And no wonder, who let our reinforcements be taught a lesson by that milquetoast little duke as soon as they arrived?”

The officers here were essentially Kutris’s men, which is why they had no qualms about laughing at Joseph’s loss.

At the same time as these mingling officers were talking, a beautiful woman in civilian clothes in the corner was quietly listening to their confident words.

Molly Niles is the commander of logistics at Petaluni. Nars as the fortress logistics commander stayed in Petaluni, and the beautiful consuless of the military is basically no knowledge of the bloody battles also have no interest, even if you want Molly with the fleet to attack she also refused.

Now Molly’s outward appearance was calm, but inwardly she was equally tumultuous. The beautiful and affectionate consuless now felt as if she were in a dream, a premonition or hallucination that the war was coming to an end, so that she had to do her utmost to restrain herself from losing her temper. Molly could not believe that the wicked and cunning Fred would be so impulsive and foolish as to throw himself into the net? Having heard that Fred was a man of great charm in appearance, Molly began to hope that Hussein would bring Fred back alive, so that she herself could see for herself what the man who had swept this beautiful galaxy into a bloody war was really like!

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the command headquarters! A panicked officer came running in almost frantically!

“No, it’s not good! The rebels, the rebels have attacked the fortress!!!”

“What?!!!” Molly heard the officer’s panicked, slurred report and immediately went “boom” in her head.

There was a loud thud! She only felt as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss all of a sudden, and immediately her legs went weak, barely able to get up from her chair.

“The, sixty-seventh channel has been opened by the rebels!!!” The officer was sweating profusely, stuttering and shaking uncontrollably.

“How many rebels, rebels?!” An officer asked, and all of these officers who had just been murmuring with raised eyebrows had now turned ashen with fear.

“Not really…”

At this moment, a deafening boom suddenly came from outside the headquarters! Immediately afterward, a dense chorus of shouts and miserable screams came from the distance!

“Quickly! Everyone rush back to their respective positions!!!” Molly finally got control of her uncontrollably shaking arms and legs, holding onto the table as if she was shouting with all her might.

Kutris and Joseph had both led their fleets out, and there were no good fighters left among the commanders here, but there were still about 40,000 soldiers in the fort, so they should at least be able to hold out against the raiding rebels until Kutris came back to help, right? Molly felt a little more confident as she thought about this.

The officers left the command post in a hurry, while the one left behind began to turn on the communication apparatus in a burst of frantic shouting, calling for the outgoing fleet to rush back to help.

“Oops! Hive!!!” Molly suddenly remembered something, and she immediately left the officers who were in a mess and darted into the underground channel alone.

“The Hive”-that was the name given in awe to Petaluni’s terrifying super-fortress guns. Twelve thousand heat ray cannons were assembled into four gigantic fortress cannon clusters, sitting in the center of the massive fortress like four hideous hives, projecting death over the fortress to the invaders.

The Hive’s command center was situated on the western side of the Petaluni Fortress, and was directly accessible by both underground and aboveground channels. The sudden rebel attack threw the fortress into chaos, but Molly quickly discerned that the intense fighting was concentrated mainly to the south and west of where the rebels had entered the fortress, and she immediately realized the enemy’s objective – to seize control of the hive and make the returning Defense Force fleet a pathetic victim of the fortress’s guns!

= “Haha! My baby! I can smell you already!!!”

Alfonso wielded his sharp battle axe and chopped another Defense Force soldier into two pieces! The blood of the dead had already reddened his tight grey biochemical battle armor, and the “King of Pirates” gazed at the four “hives” in the center of the fortress pointing to the sky as if he were looking at his own lover, and broke out into a thunderous laughter.

Around Alfonso, countless Allied Army daredevils, also wearing thick biochemical battle armor, were gathered.

Wielding battle axes or holding sniper ray guns aloft, they formed a massive human stream, stepping over the bloodied corpses of their dead companions or enemies as they surged towards the western part of the fortress.

Not far behind Alfonso, Isaiah Boulmeier had just cut down an unlucky Wehrmacht soldier. Bourmeier had just cut down an unlucky Wehrmacht soldier.

Despite being in the midst of a brutal and incomparable bloodbath, Issea remained unruffled, calmly wiping the blood that had trickled down from his battle axe over the freshly fallen corpse. Unlike all the allied warriors wearing gray battle armor, Isaiya also had a snow-white cloak on, a pair of short but powerful repeating burst lances strapped to the small arms of his arms, and he held a sharp battle axe in both hands, with a relaxed and proud smile at the corners of his mouth. Isiah deliberately wanted to show that he was different from those outlaws led by Alfonso, even though no fewer bodies than anyone else lay at his feet.

“Alfonso!!!”

Isaiah suddenly shouted as he saw an officer of the Defense Forces sneak up behind Alfonso and raise his sharp battle axe towards the laughing “Pirate King”!

Almost at the same time that Isiah voiced his warning, he had raised his right arm and lowered his wrist, and a blinding beam of white light shot out from above Isiah’s wrist at the enemy sneaking up behind Alfonso.

At that very same moment, the laughing Alfonso suddenly bent his knees to the ground with an incredible speed, while backhanding the blood-dripping war axe at the unfortunate sneak attacker behind him.

The officer let out a mournful howl, and just as a horrible bloody hole violently appeared on his forehead, his upper and lower body had been separated under Alfonso’s sharp battle axe!

“Dog scum! Bah! Playing such tricks with your grandpa?!”

Alfonso got back to his feet and spat viciously as he looked behind him at the body that had been cut in two, arms and legs still twitching.

Beside Alfonso, an Allied soldier, also in full battle armor, was splattered with blood from the fallen body.

“Man, you need to stay close to me! Hear me?!”

Alfonso tapped the shoulder of the soldier beside him, who was carrying a sturdy steel box in one hand and holding a phaser in the other. His face had gone white with fear, making him look out of place in the bloody carnage.

“Alfonso, I’ll cover you. You guys hurry up and get to the hive!!!” Isaiah exclaimed, while shooting a few more Defense Force soldiers in the distance with the guns on his arms.

“Follow me, man!!!” Alfonso shouted as he greeted the soldier with the metal box and killed the hive, protected by a small group of commandos.

= Molly hurried out of a silver-gray metal door and into a large, spacious and sturdy room. In the center of the room was a giant computer that could no longer be described as massive; it was the control center for the hive system.

The fleet-footed Consuless nearly tripped over a cable on the floor as she stumbled and practically flung herself at the console of the giant computer, tapping away sharply at the keyboard without waiting to sit down.

“Come on, come on! You big dummy!!!”

Molly looked at the ever-changing windows and prompt menus on the screen, typing in various commands and passwords on the fly while cursing in an anxious whisper. The operating system of this gigantic computer that operated tens of billions of times per second always showed that annoying complexity at critical moments.

There was already a commotion coming closer and closer from outside the control room, and beads of sweat were already seeping from the tip of Molly’s slender nose. She only had one thought in her mind at the moment, which was to hurry up and lock down the main control system of the hive! She couldn’t let this horrible fortress cannon fall into the hands of the rebels, thus making Koutris’ fleet, which was returning to the fortress, an unfortunate victim under the Hive!

“Ah!” Molly let out a soft cry of excitement as she finally saw the last menu that locked this system in place.

Just then, the thick metal door of the control room cracked open with a violent crash!

“Haha! My baby!!!”

The raspy roar of an incredibly excited man came through the doorway, and Alfonso, covered in blood, had come striding in!

“AH?! Stinking bitch!!! What are you doing?!!!”

Alfonso suddenly saw a petite, plump, chestnut-haired beauty wearing gold-rimmed glasses sitting in front of the computer, tapping away at the keyboard! He immediately realized what was going on and lunged at Molly with a loud roar!

“Stop it! You stinking bitch!!!” Alfonso roared furiously, reaching out and grabbing Molly’s hair.

Molly had just entered the last set of passwords, and the screen flashing in front of her eyes instantly grayed out. But at the same time, she also felt her hair being grabbed viciously by a large hand, and a huge force dragged her violently off the chair, landing heavily on the floor!

“You fucking, bitch from the solar system! What have you done?!”

Alfonso growled. His angry look made his face, which had nothing to do with words like handsome or kind, look more and more hideous.

“You… you barbaric pirate. I must remind you that I’m not a bitch. My name is Molly Niles. Nars…”

The terrible fury in Alfonso’s twisted face struck Molly with real fear, but the consuless, still struggling to restrain herself, struggled to her feet to confess her dignity and dissatisfaction.

“Shut up!!!”

Poor Molly looked so weak in front of the Qui Gou robust Alfonso that she was almost immediately put to the ground with her fists by the furious pirate king and proceeded to pass out.

“Ugh! Bitch, it’s a good thing we expected this from you!” Alfonso looked at the unconscious consuless on the ground and indignantly kicked the unconscious Molly’s plump, soft torso with his bloodstained combat boots.

“Up to you, lad!” He then patted the man who had been following him around, carrying a metal case.

“Governor Alfonso, I promise you an obedient hive if you promise to give me an hour and a half of quiet.”

The engineer, who specialized in cracking all kinds of codes, skillfully connected the machine in the metal case to the giant computer that controlled the Hive’s command center, and spoke to Alfonso without turning his head.

“Young man, you don’t have to worry about the time!” Alfonso said confidently, watching the engineer begin to concentrate on operating the machine, an evil smile suddenly appearing on his face.

His attention fell on the body of Consuless Molly, who was unconscious in the center of the room. Because her skirt had rolled up when she fell, it left Molly’s plump, well-proportioned legs almost naked outside of her suit’s overskirt, and the flesh-colored stockings on her legs had been slashed through a rip, further exposing a touch of moving, soft, snowy whiteness.

“That bitch is a good thing to pass the time!” Alfonso had a mischievous grin on his face.

He hauled up the Consuless’s unconscious, soft body and set Molly up in a chair as if she were a toy. Alfonso backed Molly’s hands behind the backrest of the chair and bound her hands to the backrest with a piece of wire, then tied her feet to each of the chair’s legs as well.

“Haha, this slut is wearing these panties! I love it!!!” Alfonso rolled up the unconscious Molly’s skirt and ripped the narrow pink boxers off her bottom with one hand!

The bare bottom of the consuless under her stripped panties made Alfonso gulp greedily. Molly, despite having given birth to all of her children, still had a flat, firm belly, the color of her compact, plump secret pussy was dainty, and even her thick pubic hair was neatly trimmed, thanks to a disciplined sex life and consistent exercise.

“Boy, what a first-class load!” Alfonso exclaimed, unable to stop himself from running his hands up Molly’s bare, ripe, plump bottom, tweaking the two still pale reddish-brown lips of plump, tender flesh with his fingers.

Alfonso didn’t really want to rape the mature and beautiful consuless right here and now. But with such a nice woman on his hands, even though Alfonso wasn’t a playboy like Isaiah, he wasn’t going to let it go so easily.

He began to spread the two delicate fleshy lips of Molly’s meaty hole with his fingers, and plunged his fingers, still stained with the blood of his dead foe, into the tight, narrow, warm, soft flesh of the unconscious consuless, teasing and pumping them nonchalantly!

“Uh… ah?!”

The unconscious Molly hazily felt her sensitive lower body begin to stir and itch, and she gasped and moaned. But when she opened her eyes and saw her current wretched and embarrassing condition, and Alfonso, who was grinning wickedly in front of her and playing with her most secret and sensitive parts with his fingers, she immediately let out a scream of shame!

“What’s wrong? …”

Molly’s scream caused the engineer to look back towards this way. He immediately yelped in surprise and excitement when he saw the beautiful woman bound to the chair, half naked.

“None of your business! Kid, get to work!!!”

Alfonso’s annoyed scolding caused the engineer to reluctantly turn back to continue operating the machine, but his eyes continued to dart behind him from time to time.

“No!!! You barbarian, beast, pirate! Let go of me…”

Molly was still shouting and struggling until an annoyed Alfonso gagged her with her own panties.

“Save your energy for screaming, bitch!” Alfonso slapped Molly unmercifully, then tore open her blouse with one hand, ripping off the cut-out white bra inside as well.

“Ugh! Oooh…” Molly whimpered loudly, twisting her voluptuous body in vain to resist.

With blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, Molly watched her snow-white, plump breasts tragically exposed from between the torn blouse and broken bra, the consuless was so ashamed and anxious that she violently felt blackness in her eyes, and fainted once again.

“Useless bitch!”

Seeing that Molly had fainted again, Alfonso spoke with a sneering tone and grabbed the consuless’s naked pair of plump white breasts with his hands and vigorously rubbed them.

Suddenly, Alfonso felt the flash of a bobcat-like, agile figure in the corner of the room!

A young woman with a slim and slender figure and an innocent and beautiful appearance stood in front of Alfonso as if she were a ghost!

The tight clothes on that young girl’s body will show all of her healthy and youthful beautiful body: healthy and slender thighs, full and firm chest, slender and slim waist, together with the angelic and pure face, this oriental young girl’s beautiful and youthful image is set off to an incomparable perfection!

The young girl was, of course, Zhuo Ning, who did not leave Petaluni Fortress with the fleet, as only close combat was her specialty.

Alfonso was also a little confused as he looked at this amazing young girl who had suddenly appeared in front of him. For even the best pirate in Bristol could not imagine that Oriental kung fu could be so marvelous and unusual.

The young girl looked at the vicious-looking Alfonso looking at himself, and suddenly smiled. This smile almost made Alfonso couldn’t help but smile at the young girl as well, but he suddenly felt a white light flying towards him from the Oriental girl’s hand!

“Ah ！！！！”

Alfonso suddenly howled as if he were a wounded beast, because Zhuo Ning’s flying dagger had accurately pierced into his robust and broad chest!

Zhuo Ning had already untied Molly, who was half-naked and bound to a chair, with a dazzling speed the moment Alfonso roared and fell. She knew that her martial arts skills were no match for advanced weaponry, so the Chinese girl who had gotten away with her sneak attack immediately picked up the still unconscious consuless and ran towards the secret passage in the corner of the room!

“Alfonso?!”

Just as Zhuo Ning picks up the unconscious Molly and turns toward the secret passage, the door to the room suddenly opens, and Isaiah Boulmeier, who has been startled by Alfonso’s yelling, appears in front of it. Boulmeyer appeared in front of the door!

The snow-white cloak on his body had already been leaked red with blood as Isaiya stood in front of the door, and before he could clearly judge what had actually happened here, the young girl carrying the unconscious consuless suddenly leapt towards him with agility as light as a cat!

Isaiah hadn’t even gotten a good look at the young girl yet – an unimaginable shame for Isaiah, who was known as a “playboy”! He felt his weapon being kicked out of his hand, and then he fell out of the room and hit the wall of the corridor outside the door!

By the time the irritated Isaiah climbed to his feet and stood in front of the door again, the marvelous maiden and the unconscious consuless had disappeared into the secret passage in the corner.

“Oh… Isaiya! This little bitch hurt me!!!”

Alfonso collapsed on the ground, covering his chest with his hand that was stuck with flying daggers and bleeding, and shouted in a tone as if he was very puzzled to Isaiah who was also filled with trepidation. The king of pirates could hardly believe that he had been so easily defeated by a beautiful and innocent oriental girl!

“Okay, Alfonso! When did you learn to yell like a pussy when you get hurt?!”

Isaiah approached Alfonso and, realizing that he was not in a life-threatening situation despite the deep wound in his chest, began to soothe Alfonso, who was agitated due to his confusion and anger.

“Praise the great god Bevel, Alfonso! One more inch off that little bitch’s blade and you’ll have a long, long vacation!”

Isaiah spoke flirtatiously as he bandaged the wound on Alfonso’s chest, while directing several commandos to guard the stunned engineer.

“There’s no need to chase into the secret passage! Just guard this room!”

“Kid, your life is more important than ours now, cherish it!”

With a self-deprecating smile on his face, Isaiah tapped the engineer on the shoulder and spoke.

= “Taino, if only I had such a flagship!”

Like a child, the young Duke slapped the luxuriously furnished electronic chart table in the command room of the “Laurel”, the flagship of Issea, which was temporarily under his command, and shouted, with heartfelt envy on his handsome and even somewhat feminine face.

“Your Excellency the Duke, you will have such a flagship! And your flagship must be bigger and more imposing than the ‘Laurel’!”

The man called “Taino” was a middle-aged officer in his forties, who stood beside Duke Brienne Adumieri in an extremely respectful manner. He stood beside Duke Brien Adumirai with a very respectful attitude.

Taino Laclos is one of the most loyal followers of the Adumire family and an excellent officer. Taino Laclos is the most loyal of the Adumire family’s followers and a fine officer, having served as Brienne’s father’s aide-de-camp until the death of Duke Adumire the Elder. Now the loyal Taino has joined the Mathermere Confederacy with Brien as the protector of the young Duke of Adumere.

Since the stubborn Alfonso insisted on not letting the “little, unhealthy duke” destroy his fleet, Fred had to let Brien lead the less stubborn and less powerful fleet of Issea in this mission to snipe the combined fleet of the ruling government and expeditionary forces.

Even though Isiah’s fleet wasn’t as powerful as Alfonso’s, the fact that he was able to go to war for the first time as an actual governor was enough to get Brien excited.

“Taino, didn’t I tell you – don’t ever call me ‘Duke’ again. Just call me Brien, or Mr. Adumire!”

A flicker of displeasure swept across Brien’s pretty face, but it disappeared in an instant as he saw the face of Alex B. Hawk, the chief intelligence officer of the Allied forces, appear on the communications screen on the opposite wall. Hawk’s face.

“Brien, are you ready? The combined fleet has turned back, it looks like they already know the fort is being raided!”

Alex’s tone could no longer hide the nervousness within him, despite his expression remaining relaxed.

“I’m ready, Alex!”

Perhaps it was because Alex was the only one who treated himself the friendliest among the allied forces, so every time he saw this rebel general from the solar system, Brien felt a heartfelt warmth and joy.

“Well, Brien, I hope you can hold off the Combined Fleet long enough. Good luck!”

“Yes!”

= The eye of the storm, the center of the storm, was supposed to be the calmest.

But Joseph Sura’s flagship, the Eye of the Storm, is in an uproar. But Joseph Sura’s flagship, the Eye of the Storm, is in an uproar.

“Governor Sura, we must return to Fort Petaluni!”

Sandra said trying her best to restrain the intense nervousness and panic that was building inside her.

The great anger and despair of the beast falling into the trap had been evident on the face of the former commander of the Violet Group, which made the expression on Sandra’s face, full of the stability and beauty of a mature woman, look like that of a wounded pantheress. She had suffered the worst of defeats, and so her fear of failure was far more real than anyone else’s.

“You don’t have to tell me that, I know!”

Sura had lost the poise she should have towards women and began to growl towards Sandra.

“Inform the fleet to retreat at full speed!!!”

He shouted, almost so furious that he wanted to kick the already frazzled communications officer into the computer and send it flying like an electric wave right into the various battleships that were pursuing the defeated Fred fleet!

“Not good!!!”

Another piece of bad news descended along with the officer who rushed into the command hall in a roll!

“A… a fleet… it seems to be the rebel Issiah Boulmeyer… It appears to be the fleet of Iseya Boulmeyer from the rebel army, behind our army!”

The officer finished almost struggling as if he’d had an egg shoved down his throat, then dropped into the chair beside Sandra choking with his mouth open as if he’d suffocated, unable to speak any more.

“Fucking Bristol dogs!!!”

Joseph cursed loudly and was just about to issue the order when he saw Hussein． Koutris’ ugly, ugly face appearing on the communication screen.

“Governor Sura, I order your fleet to snipe the rebel fleet at full strength to clear the letterway for my fleet to return to the fortress!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Hussein Kutris. Almost every beard on Koutris’s fierce face branched out horribly, making his equally tense face look like a comical thorn.

As the commander with the highest rank and rank in the Combined Fleet, Lt. Admiral Kutris finally couldn’t care less about face now and began to unceremoniously give orders to Sura.

“Hmph, Lieutenant General Kutris, I think you should go after that bastard Fred now instead of being busy rushing back to the fortress to meet your lover!”

Sura, who was already furious, began to nonchalantly sneer back at Koutris’ arrogance; he was still holding a grudge against Koutris for encouraging him to go after Fred together, so in his annoyance, he even lifted up this Commander’s Excellency’s old self.

Even though Koutris also knew that his relationship with Molly must not be able to hide from the ears of the crowd. However, he still felt extremely angry at being publicly exposed by Sura at this time. The awkwardly spoken Lieutenant General surprisingly would only stare at a pair of bull’s eyes for a moment while not being able to say a single word!

“His Excellency the Lieutenant General! You can return to reinforcement with confidence! I’ll do my best to hold your back!!!”

Angry to angry, Joseph Sura is still able to distinguish between priorities. Sura was still able to prioritize. He knew that he had to be more awake at this moment, and Kutris and close cooperation in order to survive the crisis. Moreover, he had already gotten his way, so he was satisfied.

Kutris’s face disappeared from the screen immediately after getting Sura’s promise.

“That’s rude!”

As soon as the contact with Koutris was broken, Sandra was indignant. The arrogant commander had ordered his own men to break the back for him at a critical moment, a practice that made the female officer feel extremely disappointed.

Sura looked at Sandra’s full, firm chest, which was rising and falling violently from anger and tension, and a thought suddenly rose in her mind.

‘If I lose this battle and this woman falls back into the hands of the rebels, she will probably be stripped naked and tied up and raped and humiliated like before, right? If I could see such a scene…”

Sura had always lacked the kindness and sympathy due to the female officer who had fallen into the hands of the rebels and been horribly abused due to her failures, so it was surprising that in the midst of such despair he would even entertain such absurd thoughts about his female colleague, but fortunately an unlucky man interrupted him.

“Let the insolent fellow Hussein escape first; perhaps the great guns of Fort Petaluni are ready to meet him!” Sura’s deputy, Bill B. Sura’s second-in-command, Bill Droege, gloated, and even giggled at his own “humor” and “quick thinking”.

Sandra looked in amazement at the guy who didn’t know whether he was lackadaisical or unresponsive, or both, and couldn’t believe that such stupid words were coming from a Defense Force Brigadier General?

“Shut up, you stupid pig!!!”

Bill’s words had indeed drawn a storm of rebukes from Joseph, who had poured out his bellyful of anger on his deputy, who was so stupid that he couldn’t even read the timing of a joke.

“If Kutris becomes cannon fodder for the ‘Hive’, we will be a pile of garbage in this universe that never floats to its destination! Do you understand? You dull bird plus fool!!!”

“Do not engage in battle! Break through the rebel fleet with all your might and follow the Kutris fleet back at full speed!!!”

Chapter 10 Ten Minutes of War

Captain Mostar now felt that youthful urge again. This impulse, born of the most instinctive human instincts, made Old Nick feel once again that he was not yet old, that he could still fight, spar, and do that sort of thing like a young man.

Whenever there was a big battle, Captain Mostar would always have this uncontrollable urge.

He wandered anxiously about the command room, and at last made up his mind-he would go and give vent to the wildly burning fire in his body before the bloodbath came.

“Sebastian, I’m going ‘down’ for a bit, you take care of this place for a while!” Captain Mostar spoke to his loyal and lean little second-in-command.

Sebastian was flabbergasted. Of course he knew what Captain Mostar meant by “go down”, but with less than an hour left before Fred assigned them to strike, he didn’t think his old captain would have such thoughts at this point in his life!

“Oh, good lad, you needn’t worry! It won’t take an old man like me long to do that sort of thing as it would a lad like you.”

Sebastian immediately bowed his head in embarrassment, the old captain’s trust and candor causing the shy Sebastian to blush almost to the base of his neck.

“I’m going. By the way, if Miana comes looking for me, just find some random excuse to put me off for me!”

Captain Mostar suddenly remembered his daughter. The wise Miana had never liked him doing things that were both physically harmful and somewhat cruel, but he knew that the outwardly loyal Sebastian would always find a reason to stand in the way of his simple and infatuated daughter.

“If we can defeat it this time, go back and let Miana and Sebastian consummate their marriage.”

Walking towards the bottom of the battleship Captain Mostar considered the two lovers who were in love with each other as well as any loving father would. He was sure that Sebastian would make a reliable husband and would definitely be able to take care of Miana better than he could himself.

‘Ridiculous! Why am I remembering this?!’

Captain Mostar walked up to a heavy iron door on the lowest level of the battleship. He knew what a tyrannical and cruel world lay behind this iron door, and he suddenly laughed softly in disappointment at the tender thoughts he had just had that were enough to dissipate all the urges he had just built up.

“Bitch, I’m coming!!!” The old captain shouted excitedly and pushed open the steel door of the secret cell.

As soon as Captain Mostar walked into the cell, he immediately saw the scene he most wanted to see at the moment – a beautiful and tragic redhead bound naked.

The redhead’s hands were tied together with a strong rope and hung from the ceiling of the cell, while her feet were locked in heavy shackles and confined to two posts on each side of her body. Her ripe and healthy flesh was completely naked, her firm and plump breasts trembling slightly with fear and shame, and at the sight of the old captain, who had walked in like a lion in heat, a moan of despair and shame escaped the unfortunate woman’s lips.

There is no doubt that this miserable naked woman is Linda, the former lieutenant of the Violet Squad, who was captured in the failed hunt for Fred and given to Captain Mostar as a “gift” by Fred.

The poor female officer has been held as a prisoner of war in this cell for a long time. Here, a female prisoner of war has only one fate, to be a tool for the enemy to abuse and destroy at will, and to give vent to their beastly desires. The long period of ravaging and mass humiliation had left a deep mark on Linda’s healthy and beautiful body – her skin became even paler and bruised, her breasts became even more plump and even a bit bloated, her full and well-proportioned buttocks began to become plump, and only her healthy and slender legs remained firm and well-proportioned.

“Beast… you… you…” Seeing the burning lust in Captain Mostar’s eyes, Linda immediately knew what humiliating and horrific torture she was about to undergo, and she angrily struggled with the loss of her free and naked body, whispering furious curses at her enemy who was destroying her body and her will by the most despicable means.

“Hahaha, bitch, still so arrogant?!”

Captain Mostar smiled pleasantly, for he was glad to see that the captive woman still retained a sense of resistance, which would make his torturous abuse of the woman all the more satisfying. It gave the old captain an indescribable pleasure to be able to ravage a captured female officer before engaging the enemy in battle.

“Bitches, we are close to defeating you once and for all! Your Petaluni Fortress is in our hands, and perhaps you’ll soon see your damned companions hanged one by one in Chea’s square! Hahaha…”

Captain Mostar just couldn’t contain his inner ecstasy as he untied Linda’s hands that were bound to the ceiling above her head.

“No! … you, you delusion…”

Hearing that Petaluni Fortress had fallen, Linda immediately felt a great despair. Of course, she was well aware of the almost decisive strategic position of Petaluni Fortress, and the loss of the fortress was almost equal to completely destroying the last faint glimmer of hope in the captured female officer’s heart, causing Linda to cry out in despair.

Linda’s hands were untied, and she at once struggled with all her might to wriggle her naked body. But the long imprisonment and cruel ravages had rendered the former warrior-girl extremely weak, and Captain Mostar easily stopped the female captive’s feeble resistance by strangling her, and then re-tied her hands behind her back with a rope.

“Bitch, be honest! Is your skin itching again?”

Captain Mosta threatened viciously as he unlocked the shackles that held Linda’s feet.

“On your knees!!!” He then said viciously, delivering a hard kick towards the back of the knee of the female captive whose hands were tied behind her back, causing Linda to groan in agony and crouch on her knees.

Linda, with her hands tied behind her back, immediately lost her center of gravity as she knelt down and her upper body slumped to the floor, causing her bare, snow-white, plump ass to pucker up high. Her bare buttocks and back still bore the pale red whip marks and a horrible bruise from the last abuse, and Linda immediately whimpered in shame and clenched her legs in deadly resistance as she felt the old captain’s large rough hands roughly peeling her firm buttocks apart.

“Fucking bitches!” Captain Mosta cursed angrily and copied a leather whip on the floor next to him. In this particular cell, this kind of torture instrument for torturing and torturing female prisoners could be said to be everywhere.

He copied the whip and lashed down hard toward the naked, snow-white ass of the female captive, who was on her knees and sprawled on the ground, struggling to resist!

“Splat.” A dull sound of a whip on flesh rang through, and a blood-red whip mark immediately appeared on Linda’s swaying and struggling round and full ass!

“Ugh! …” Linda immediately tilted her head, and a low, miserable wail escaped her lips! She then felt an unrelenting whip landing heavily on her naked buttocks and thighs, and the familiar fiery pain coming from her flesh and the humiliation of being wantonly whipped by her enemy caused the captured female officer to wail and moan out loud almost immediately.

“No… ah… no!”

Linda screamed in agony and almost immediately lost the will to resist, for she knew that her resistance would only result in greater pain to her flesh and would in no way prevent her enemy from raping and brutalizing her.

“Bitch!” The old captain, seeing the kneeling female captive begin to moan and plead in humiliation and stop trying to resist, dropped the whip in his hand as well.

“Bitch, let me inspect your lowly body.” He said, once again grabbing the female captive’s snow-white, plump buttocks roughly in his hands and cruelly peeling back the two mounds of flesh that were slightly red and swollen due to the whipping, revealing the two miserable, helpless, miserable flesh holes of the female captive’s lower body.

The female captive’s pubic hair on her lower body had been completely shaved, leaving her plump pubic mound bare, looking very lewd and embarrassing. As a result of her frequent rapes, Linda’s plump, attractive pussy had turned as dark brown as a weathered whore’s, with two plump lips hanging loosely, and even the narrow anus behind her ass made it easy for the old Captain to stick two fingers in it.

“Stinking bitch…” said Captain Mostar as he inserted two fingers into Linda’s asshole and pumped it roughly a few times, then plunged it into her pussy. Despite the fact that the female captive’s flesh hole was already very indecent in appearance, the dry vagina and rectum inside the flesh hole were still full of elasticity.

“No… oooh…”

After being brutally and mercilessly whipped, and having her body so lavishly ravished by her enemy, Linda began to moan and whimper in humiliation and sadness. But as a result of being raped so often, her body had become very sensitive and adapted to this shameful rampage, and a few snaps and digs from Old Nick caused Linda’s cunt to become instantly wet, which made her whimper more and more in shame.

“Why do you pretend to be chaste? You’re just a cheap bitch!”

Captain Mostar withdrew his fingers from his female captive’s shamefully wet pussy, nastily abused Linda, who was already too ashamed to hold herself back, and began to unzip his own pants.

Kneeling behind Linda, who was naked and bound and sprawled on the floor, he held his rod in his hand, which was rarely so stiff, and thrust it into the fascinating fleshy hole between his female captive’s forced spread legs.

“Oh! Damn it!!!” The old captain cursed in a sudden irritated and somewhat frustrated rage!

It turned out that it was the freshly sprouted bits of pubic hair around the female captive’s flesh that prevented the old captain from penetrating.

Originally, Linda’s lower body had been left bare by a thorough shaving of her pubic hair, but those pubic hairs that had just grown a little bit appeared even harder and more annoying as a result. The tip of the old Captain’s rod touched it and immediately felt a wave of indescribable frustration and discomfort!

Annoyed, the old captain dragged Linda from the floor and carried her to a table. He laid Linda’s body flat on the table, her hands pinned back under her and her legs dangling off the table.

“Damn bitch, looks like I’m going to have to shave that filthy slutty hair of yours!!!” Captain Mosta roughly spread Linda’s bare legs and proceeded to retrieve a small, thin, sharp blade from a desk drawer.

“NO… NO…” Linda screamed in horror when she saw that the old captain was going to shave her lower pubic hair directly with the sharp blade.

“Hold still, bitch!” The old captain anxiously pressed one hand against Linda’s nervously twitching belly and lower back, and with the other took the blade and placed it on her pubic mound.

“It’s no fun scratching you, you know?” The old captain threatened the startled and ashamed female captive. He didn’t want to hurt the woman either, so he knelt down and brought his face close to Linda’s naked bottom, carefully shaving around her delicate flesh with the blade.

Linda now felt horrified as she knew how much of a threat the sharp blade was to her delicate body. This feeling of fear caused Linda to stifle a soft sob and shiver uncontrollably in her legs and lower body.

Captain Mosta anxiously and irritably shaved those annoying hairs on his female captive’s lower body, but perhaps because of his old age and bad eyesight, the sharp blade still gently  reached Linda’s nervously shivering inner thighs!

“Ah!!!” Linda immediately felt a sharp pain at the base of her thigh, and instinctively raised her leg and kicked Captain Mostar, who was crouching in front of her, in the chest!

The unprepared Captain Mostar was immediately kicked to the ground by Linda, who at the same time heard an extremely frightening, low, slurred hiss!

“No!” Still screaming, Linda struggled to jump off the table, but was immediately stunned by the scene before her!

She saw that the enlightened body of Captain Mosta, who had fallen to the ground, had convulsed horribly into a heap, that his hands clasped spasmodically and dug into the hard ground, that his eyes stood out as if they were dead fish, and that a horrible gash in his throat was gushing out great globs of blood like a fountain without ceasing!

“L…”

Captain Mostar’s mouth gushed with blood bubbles, and he made a low, muffled, horrible sound, and his hands clawed frantically at his chest as he finally drifted into rigidity!

Linda let out a short shriek of surprise as she instantly understood it all: it turned out that while she had instinctively kicked Old Nick down, the sharp blade in his hand had coincidentally slit his own throat!

‘What to do? What to do?!!!?’ Jumping off the table Linda knelt in front of Captain Mostar’s progressively stiffening body and pondered in panic.

She knew that if the enemy found Captain Mosta dead, they would not hesitate to kill themselves!

But fortunately the old captain, whose throat had been cut, failed to utter a loud scream, which caused Linda to decide at once what she should do-flee!

“Damn old beast, this is really retribution!” Linda nervously felt around on the ground with her hands tied behind her back, and finally found the sharp blade, and then she began to carefully hold the blade and slowly cut the ropes on her tied hands…

= “Sebastian, where the hell has my father been? Did he go ‘there’ again?”

The serene, petite blonde girl asked softly as she sat up in Captain Mosta’s large leather sitting chair, her gentle gaze silently watching her lover, who was wandering back and forth anxiously before her.

The clever Miana had long known that Sebastian was hiding it for the old captain, because she knew him too well, and the brave and stoic Sebastian couldn’t actually lie at all, and his twinkling eyes had told Miana everything long ago.

Miana knew where the old captain had gone, but she knew that “there” was no place for a girl, and she was ashamed and a little angry at her father for wanting to do “that” at such a critical time.

Sebastian felt very anxious in his heart at this moment, because there were less than five minutes left before the time of the strike agreed with Fred. If he couldn’t attack on time and replace the Briand fleet in front of him to continue to block the combined fleet of the ruling government forces that were returning to Petaluni, it would mean that this bold plan that Alex had painstakingly designed would face the danger of complete failure, and Alfonso and Isiah who were deep in the fortress at this time would become the victims who would not be able to come back!

Sebastian yanked his hand hard through his hair and finally made his decision.

“Miana, wait here, I’ll go get Captain Mosta back!” He said, hurrying out of the command room, leaving his wise and gentle lover behind.

Sebastian ran quickly to the lowest level of the battleship, and had just stepped down the spiral staircase when he saw an officer running headlong.

“Governor Hursley, a shuttle just flew out! I don’t know what’s on it!!!”

“What?!!!” Sebastian flinched.

At a time like this, it was not easy for anyone to leave the battleship without orders from Captain Mostar or himself.

Sebastian suddenly felt a twinge of foreboding as he dropped the overwhelmed officer and darted for that particular cell on the bottom floor of the battleship.

As soon as he turned down the hallway, he smelled a strong odor of blood!

“Not good!!!”

With a shriek, Sebastian rushed into the cell with the iron door wide open, and was immediately stunned by the horrible sight before him!

It was only the horribly spasmed body of the dead Captain Mostar, whose throat had been slit, lying in a pool of blood in the center of the immensely lewd and grimly furnished cell floor, while the captive female officer, Linda, had long since disappeared!

“Captain… Captain!!!”

Sebastian could hardly believe his eyes as he gently invoked the old captain, then let out a mournful roar and lunged at the body lying in a pool of blood.

There was no longer any need to look, and Sebastian knew that his esteemed Captain Mostar was broken. Still, his great grief made him hug the old captain’s stiffened body as desperately as he could in madness, roaring at the top of his lungs.

“Army doctor! Call the army doctor!!! Army doctor…”

Sebastian roared madly as if he were a raging lion and stormed out of the cell clutching the old captain’s body.

Sebastian’s yell immediately beckoned the officers and enlisted men nearby, and the officer who had followed him stopped him from behind as soon as he could.

“Governor Hursley, Governor Hursley! Captain Mostar is dead…”

Sebastian was stopped by the officer, who bawled his eyes out and fell to his knees in a crumpled heap, clutching the stiffened body of Captain Mostar.

“Father! Sebastian… Alex is looking for you!”

A clear, gentle voice came from the spiral staircase, and then Miana trotted and ran down it.

“FATHER…” Miyana immediately felt the heavens turn when she saw a bloodied Sebastian kneeling in tears on the aisle of the bottom floor of the battleship, holding the stiff body of the old captain in his arms! She let out a mournful moan, her eyes went black, and she immediately fainted.

“Miana!” An officer shrieked, clutching the blonde girl’s collapsing body.

“Governor Hursley, that must be the bitch in that shuttle that killed the Captain! Let’s go after her and get her!!!” The officer who had first reported to Sebastian shouted angrily.

“No need…” said Sebastian suddenly. He carefully placed the old captain’s body on the ground, then walked over to the unconscious Miyana, who was being held by the officer. He gazed tenderly with an apologetic gaze at his lover, who was only temporarily unconscious, and then turned back firmly.

“Rule the fleet: get ready to strike immediately!” Sebastian, who had regained his composure and determination, exclaimed, running up the spiral ladder at a fast pace.

= “Sebastian! Where is Captain Mostar? Why haven’t you guys struck yet? Brien’s defense there has been breached!!!”

Alex, the Chief Intelligence Officer of the Allied Forces in the huge display for communications, had lost his old demeanor, he was practically snarling and roaring, his handsome face had become very scary and grim.

“Governor Hawk, Captain Mostar, he, he’s dead…” said Sebastian, with crystallized tears glistening at the corners of his eyes.

“What?!”

“We’re leaving right now, and if we don’t get the job done, I’m not coming back!”

“Sebastian! Wait! …If you can’t stop the combined fleet, then you have to go to Petaluni as well, and pick up Alfonso and Isaiah and the others…”

Alex said, a look of overwhelming despair and pain in his eyes.

= “Taino, inform the fleet: continue blocking!”

“But… Governor Brien, we’ve already lost half of our fleet, we can’t afford to fight anymore!”

“…but Captain Mostar’s fleet has not yet arrived, we must continue to fight!”

The handsome young Duke sat in the command room, his face already pale from the bloody battle showing a determination that did not match his age.

= “Governor Hesley, we, we’re ten minutes late… ten minutes late. The combined fleet has broken through the defense of the Briand fleet and is heading back towards Petaluni.”

An officer dejectedly reported to Sebastian K. Hesley, the current commander of the Mostar fleet. Hursley reported.

“Ugh… is this fate?” Sebastian muttered to himself.

“Call it down: all ships abandon all equipment except for the necessary fuel and weapons! The fleet is heading to Petaluni at full speed!”

“But… the enemy fleet is also sailing there… won’t we become a target for the Petaluni Fortress guns this way?”

“Couldn’t care less! Captain Mostar is dead, and we can’t let Alfonso and Isaiah die in vain as well!”

= This is truly one of the most bizarre and brutal battles in the history of cosmic warfare.

After the arrival of Sebastian’s fleet, the Briand fleet, which had already been almost decimated, was finally able to withdraw from the battlefield. What happened next was a scene for the ages!

The two hostile fleets, one in front of the other, ran frantically towards Petaluni Fortress as if they were dying. It was no longer about firepower or command, but about the speed of life and death!

The Sebastian fleet, which had jettisoned most of its equipment, frantically pursued the combined fleet, which had broken through Brien’s defenses, and the thousands of warships of the two fleets formed a rolling torrent of metal that surged toward Petaluni.

They were desperately advancing towards the same target while attacking each other, and there were constantly huge battleships being hit, turning into a dazzling white light in the universe, but no one knew which side’s artillery fire the battleship had actually been destroyed under!

= “Alfonso! It can’t be done! The enemy has landed… Our defenses outside have been breached!!!”

Isaiah Boulmeier stumbled into the control center of the hive. Boulmeier staggered into the control center of the hive, he had completely lost his usual good manners, his snow-white cloak was red with blood.

“Damn it! You stupid pig! Why haven’t you cracked this son of a bitch’s code yet?!!!”

Alfonso yelled as if he wanted to eat someone towards the engineer who was still operating the computer non-stop.

“I… but, just a few more minutes…”

“Son of a bitch!!! Stupid pig!!!” Alfonso’s roar nearly ruptured Isaiah’s eardrums.

“Alfonso, you can’t blame him! It was our blocking fleet that failed to complete the mission. It’s useless even if we unlock the code now, because the enemy’s combined fleet has already returned. We’d better hurry up and break out!”

Isaiah was able to keep his composure for now, though he was also very frustrated and desperate, but at least he knew it was useless to yell and scream wildly at Alfonso like that.

“Damn it! I knew that milquetoast kid was useless!!!” Alfonso was still complaining, but he thought the problem was with Brien.

It was at this point that the door to the control center was pushed open and a blood-stained Sebastian appeared in front of it.

“Isaiah, Alfonso! Come with me!!!”

“You kid! What’s going on here?!” Alfonso lunged at Sebastian and grabbed him by the collar.

“I’m sorry… I’m… I’m late…”

“Where’s Old Nick? Where’s the old thing?!”

“Captain Mostar… he… he’s dead…”

“…” Alfonso stared in disbelief as tears flowed from the eyes of Sebastian, who had come to his aid in a bloodbath.

“Come with me!”

Sebastian pulled Alfonso up and rushed out with Isaiah.

“Wait.” Isaiah suddenly stood still.

“You! You go and lead the men to blow up the Lanthanum Crystal Depot in Petaluni Fortress!” Issea ordered to an already wounded officer beside him.

“We can’t leave a bit of fuel for the enemy, or we’ll still be cannon fodder for the hive when we escape!”

Despite the big defeat, Isaiah still had his head on straight.

= Blood drained every inch of the Petaluni fortress.

The Mathermel Confederates’ elaborate raid plan ended in tragic failure.

Though Sebastian finally gave his life to save Alfonso and Isaiah, the Allied fleets of Bourmeier and Mostar were nearly lost.

A handless consuless, and a captured female officer determine the final outcome of such a battle.

Is this not a merciless trick of fate on those who think they can dominate others?

(to be continued)