None of the dozen coalition soldiers took Velen's so-called persuasion to surrender seriously. Even the ones who were most disgusted with the Earth's government did not consider this possibility - what international jokes are made or surrender? Just imagine the daily life of the imperial soldiers, it is enough to make any normal earthlings crazy, eat, wear, live and transport, eat "pure natural green wheat cakes". 365 days a year, every day, every night, you can even find large pieces of green mold on the surface of the wheat cakes.

Spots wear "black linen uniforms" without any "chemical materials", they are completely natural, no matter whether the weather is windy or rainy, no matter whether the temperature is above zero or below zero, there is no other choice. They live in stone houses without bathrooms and electricity (many prisoners used to tease each other, they insisted that there was only mud thatched houses). They sleep every day except working, such as computers, mobile phones, electronic games, beer, carnival parties... I'm afraid they can only be seen in dreams.

In fact, when these people learned that they were captured, their first reaction was that they would definitely die—either they died in the execution of the enemy, or they finally couldn't stand the "Medieval Life" one day and committed suicide. On the first night when the captives were arranged here, they all discussed this possibility pessimistically, and some people even contributed some ingenious suicide methods.

However, in the end of this discussion, it involuntarily turned into a discussion on how to escape from prison and survive. Everyone here has learned a lot of related movies and TV series, some of which are even well aware of every detail. In this collective discussion, everyone seriously and absurdly made suggestions after suggestions. They even found a wooden board and used their memory to describe the entire structure of the space station. However, in the end, this discussion was still incomplete - all jailbreaks must have an end. However, here, after they lost the communicator, they completely lost the possibility of returning to the earth. Even if they could leave this room or even leave the space station, they absolutely had no chance of returning to the earth.

All this happened during the two days when Guo Lei was in a coma, so what he saw now was a group of dejected despairing despairers - only the Z-nation man who was talking to him at the beginning (Guo Lei now knows that his name is Zeng Kequn, the first magic soldier trained by Carmel in the coalition forces of Z-nation) still refused to give up the last glimmer of hope. Even after confirming that Guo Lei had nothing he wanted, he slowly began to cheer up after venting his extreme frustration for a while.

"This Villen may be an opportunity for us," Zeng Kequn told everyone. "You see, he comes to meet us every day now, which means he is still very concerned about his proposal. I think we should at least be a little positive. Didn't he ask us about the power recovery problem yesterday? We can pretend to promise to help. As long as we find a communicator in the space station, contact the coalition forces, and let them know that we are still alive, it is better than waiting here to die."

Zeng Kequn's words were actually nonsense. Even if he didn't say that, everyone thought so in their hearts. But no one was willing to say it. It was not because of hypocrisy, but because everyone was still mentally immersed in the depression caused by failure.

So when Zeng Kequn finished speaking, everyone neither agreed nor opposed it. Except for Guo Lei, who had just woken up for a while, verbally agreed, the others did not say a word, and Zeng Kequn did not ask again. Everyone seemed to have formed a tacit understanding - just use each other's eyes to know that it was settled for the time being.

When it was time for dinner, Guo Lei saw the first time they had been talking about, the empire who was trying to "persuade" them. I have to say that seeing his outfit was indeed a bit funny - he looked similar to a man in his forties, and his face looked serious and solemn, but the cartoon Mickey Mouse electronic watch on his wrist destroyed his image, not to mention wearing completely inverted clothes and jeans - he actually zipped it up.

The side was worn on the butt, as some of the prisoners said, the Imperials used this zipper as a convenient "large-size" outlet - Guo Lei naturally didn't know that Weiren did this because the Empire's concept of "sex" was very backward and conservative, and the zipper's too obvious function would cause unnecessary associations and disgusts from others. So he knew that this was a mistake, but he still persisted. In his opinion, the ridicule from the earthlings was insignificant, but the views of his compatriots in the Empire were what he really cared about.

Weiren brought their dinner today - as you have described before, it was a huge piece of wheat cake with hair on the surface, like a birthday cake-sized wheat cake. It is said that it was the "standard military ration" of the Imperial Team. Although their transportation process was "absolutely closed", due to the lack of sterilization technology, after storage for a long time, it will inevitably undergo qualitative changes.

In short, Guo Lei had not eaten for two or three days since he was unconscious. He felt his stomach empty before, but when he saw this cake and learned that it was the food he was going to eat, the wriggling of his stomach suddenly stopped, as if it had never called hunger. He subconsciously glanced at the others and found that their faces were a little green.

Everyone seemed to be unable to get interested in the so-called "super". After gently putting everyone's food aside, Zeng Kequn took the initiative to mention "surrender" to Weiren.

The conditions for the captives were very simple - they were willing to help the empire repair the diesel engine to a certain extent - it was impossible to restore the completely normal. The fuel was not much reserved in the space station, and most of it might be brought back when the coalition forces retreated, and the rest were burned a lot as lighting fuel. If they wanted electricity, they had to find out a few of the destroyed wreckage on the battlefield. The problem was not very serious. Zeng Kequn assured Weiren that as long as there were more than 10 diesel engines working normally, he could restore the basic lighting of the space station. If the lights were still there - now all the soldiers of the empire rely on ignition to solve the problem, but as the amount of things that could be burned in the space station became less, even making fires began to become difficult. Although some mages were ready to create lighting arrays that specifically introduced light, this was obviously a major project for the empire and it would take some time.

Viren didn't care about lighting - there was still a big gap between the coalition and the Imperial soldiers in terms of tolerance for harsh environments. This difficulty was not worth mentioning to the Imperial Team. Regarding the "enthusiastic request for battle" of the prisoners, Viren just smiled lightly and then quietly talked to everyone about another topic - he hoped to establish a basic consciousness network structure among these dozen people, and if they were willing, they could elect a ten-husband, which would be the beginning of their "imperial career".

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Regarding the proportion of consciousness network, Viren was very good and approved their 10% requirement with Carmel. There was only one thing - the tenth husband they elected would be responsible for him. If the tenth husband's performance could not satisfy him, then another one would be changed. Viren said that this was the basic premise for the "cooperation" between the two sides.

Of course, this set of tricks of coalition soldiers is clear that this is a typical "pseudo-army" control method. A proxy is selected from the conquered persons as a bridge of communication between the conquered persons. Usually, through this method, the conquered persons can be divided and their hatred for the conquered persons can be gradually transferred to the agents.

Although we understood that Viren was not bad, we did not hesitate at all. We quickly agreed to Viren's conditions and elected their ten-husband Zeng Kequn as soon as possible. Twenty minutes later, Zeng Kequn returned to the room with a large amount of individual food - these were the spoils seized by the Empire from the battlefield. It seemed that this was a "small reward" that Viren had enthusiastically cooperated with them.

After dinner, Zeng Kequn took them to start the first "formal work" - and the only thing they can do at the moment is to repair electricity, but before joining the work, there is one thing that must be done first. Zeng Kequn finished speaking, turned around and opened the backpack on his back, and then took out a stack of black clothes from it.

Although Guo Lei never thought his military uniform looked good, when he really wore the inappropriate black linen strips of the God** team, he still felt something strange - as if his past identity had changed with his appearance, he would have left him forever.

When they shuttled through the corridor of the space station with familiar footsteps, this strange feeling became even stronger. In the rooms on both sides of the corridor, there were imperial men wearing black clothes everywhere. From time to time, they could see the burning balls of fire in the room. Then the fire light, and they could clearly feel the attention of the enemy to them. The look was like a person walking on the street, looking at beggars and even animals, which was a kind of eye that belonged to the conqueror only.

Most of the electrical appliances of the space station have been destroyed. The soldiers of the Empire are far more diligent than they thought. The corpses that are everywhere during the battle have been swept away. After passing the anthrax virus, the Empire has realized the terrible plague, especially the "artificial plague", which has temporarily lost the idea of ​​"finding communicators on the corpse" that Zeng Kequn and his previous plan to "find communicators on the corpse".

The generator was looking for quite quickly - because of the war, this kind of machine may be the only thing the Emperors could recognize, but it was probably not easy to find something easy to repair in a moment - nothing else could do, the Emperors' destruction level was first-class, and it could even be said that many skills had appeared. Many generators looked intact from the surface, but burned as soon as they turned - the internal coil had been shorted, and on the battlefield, this would take a lot of time for the Alliance soldiers.

After most of the night of work, more than a dozen people finally got the two diesel engines to work normally. The power spread to several space stations in similar space stations as the tower spread. The lights lit up in the space stations in turn, which scared all the emperors who were still burning fire. On the battlefield, the lights often mean danger, but after a period of time, this fear completely turned into a proud joy. These lights did not refuse to work because of changing their owners. For these emperors, this was their first step in conquest.

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