Surrounded by a crowd, Fisher came to the admiral.

"Star Alliance fleet commander odaziti!"

"Supreme commander of atlas, Fisher!"

"Mankind, your offensive is very strong. If you have such strength at the beginning of the war, the situation of the war may be completely different!"

"No if, even without these firepower, you still lost in the end, not only the human Star Alliance war, but also your own ethnic civil war!"

"Oh!" The tall golden elite sighed. Fisher's words hit the weak point in his heart. He couldn't fight, fight, ring fight, fraternity city fight, ark fight. Now they have returned to the home star. They are still fighting inside. In contrast to human beings, the original Separatists were forced by them to unite with UNSC to fight the Star Alliance.

"At first, like the prophet, I said that you humans should be allowed to enter the Star Alliance. Your soldiers have the strength no less than ours! Unfortunately, the prophet only wants to destroy you! "

"So they died! You're still alive. Well, Captain, order all of your fleet to surrender. I can guarantee you a bed in the prison camp of UNSC! "

"No way, even if I order it, it's useless! The missionary has taken over the remaining combat troops, and you haven't won yet! "

"Ah, this!"

At first, Fisher thought the other side had a thorough understanding. As a result, when he mentioned the missionary, he looked like a cow. It was like the last time he saw several Koreans posing as someone on my head when eating in new Baghdad, pointing out the dishes and services of the restaurant, and accusing the other side that the kimchi was not Korean. Later, when there was a dispute, several patrol policemen came over, The other side also said one by one that they were Americans. They thought they could be masters with a layer of skin. As a result, a group of people were put in prison by the patrol police and the atlas patrol who arrived later. They were hungry for three days.

"In that case, I'll change my mind!" Fisher took off his helmet and lit each other with his index finger.

"I decided not to beat you half dead first. I want you to live well, and then wait to see me screw off the old guy's head and kick it!"

"Don't talk too early, commander. We are completely different from the pioneers!" The Star Alliance commander looked like I was waiting to see a good play.

"Different, did he have an ox or a hole?"

Fisher showed his arrogance, dragged and pointed to the other party's nose and yelled, "I tell you, whatever he does, as long as he dares to measure the blood strip, I dare to beat out his shit, not to mention a missionary. I'm not afraid when the pioneer comes! And you, if you want to fight, just fight. If you don't, just hold your head in both hands and squat down! "

The Star Alliance commander threw his lightsaber to Fisher, then held the sword in his chest and stared at Fisher.

Fisher took the energy sword and put it on the hook around his waist without looking at it. Then he held it in his left hand. His psionic power cut space, stagnated the time of the fleet commander, grabbed the Zhenjin Golf Club handed over by the prophet and swung it.

"Make your mouth hard, make your mouth hard! Shit, it's great to recognize Godfather. You have the ability to be your own father! "

After a violent beating, the commander who was recovered by Fisher looked at Fisher in front of him in horror. He wanted to say something, but the armor breaking damage was superimposed on him at the same time. He fainted before he even had time to speak.

"Tie him up, remove all his armor, and then tie an induction bomb around his neck. If there is any small action, kill him!"

Fisher clapped his hands, then took the second energy sword, started it with the first one, made a gesture, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Clean up the remnants of the enemy, let the prisoners come and help, and dismantle all the useful places of the aircraft carrier, including engines and weapon systems! Don't leave anything useful, nor do those vehicles! "

Fisher originally intended to fly the carrier back directly when he could fly, but it seems that the artillery fired too hard before. Now if the whole aircraft carrier wants to fly, it is estimated that the mechanic will have to repair it for half a year. He can only retreat and take what he can use. Fortunately, they still catch a lot of wild boars and animals. These guys look like Han Han, But in fact, it's still very smart. Many guys can speak English. Many wild boars and beasts have been working on the ship for decades. They are familiar with the status of the ship and are coerced to be a guide for atlas.

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"What happened?"

The missionary scanning the condition of the endless suddenly found that the attack of the Star Alliance forces was a little chaotic, and many combat forces were in a mess. He was panicked and retreated under human gunfire. Several transport planes even ran directly after putting down the attack forces. He was surprised by this situation.

"These damn low life!"

Although he scolded fiercely, the missionary contacted the elite officers commanding the star alliance with a slightly relaxed tone as much as possible. After all, the other party worshipped himself as a God. The answer of the elite officers was also very simple and clear. The back road of the Star Alliance fleet was copied, the fleet flagship fell, the commander was missing, and the remaining ships were attacked. Some people were terrified because they were worried that they could not leave the planet.

"Sir, can you give us some assistance and let us recapture the flagship, so that our whole fleet can work better for you!" The elite commander begged.

"Impossible! Your mission is to take down this human Spaceship! " The missionary coldly refused the other party's request, but he agreed to the elite and helped him contact the fleet commander. Although the missionary wished the other party had better turn its back and use these people as cannon fodder.

And his communication was quickly connected, but I don't know whether it was due to signal problems or interference. The communication channel was zizilala. I couldn't hear anything at all. I could only vaguely hear something. The missionary couldn't help amplifying the voice, and then he heard a sentence.

"Silly beep!"

The standard London accent, with the smell of the old British Empire, and the round silly beep spread to the missionary's ears.

The missionary reacted after being stunned for a few seconds. The other party seemed to be scolding himself. However, when he was ready to scold back, he found that the communication had been hung up.

"Ah, I'm going to kill these damn humans!" The angry missionary did not notice that several magnetic crossbow electromagnetic defense deck guns on the endless had aimed their muzzle at themselves.