The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "You **** vampire! There is no such thing as relief rations!"

　　 was talking about a man with a shaggy beard and a weathered face, but who was much stronger than his fellow colleagues.

　　 Soshyang immediately noticed the badge on the man's collar. Although it had been heavily stained, it could still be distinguished that it was the badge of the Astral Army.

　　 The torn shirt worn by this man can also be vaguely seen as the training uniform of the Astral Army.

　　 Seeing this man jump out, West raised his eyebrows and a look of disdain appeared on his face.

　　 "Lieutenant Ventry Cowes, as a veteran of the Astral Army, you really show the face of the Secretary of Military Affairs."

　　 "Bah!"

　　 The former Astral Army lieutenant spit at West suddenly, without any fear on his face.

　　 "All you talk about is bullshit! They may be weak, stingy, or cunning, but who made them like this?"

　　 He pointed at West, and shouted sharply:

　　 "It's you! It's you landlords and grain merchants!"

　　 The man's bluish-gray face showed an angry look that was almost crying, and every word he said was gritted teeth.

"If you don’t collect enough food, you will burn down houses! Force them to do coolies, do hard labor, and kill people if you don’t know how to do it! You also set up casinos in private to trick those self-employed into gambling, and when they lose all their money, they will lend and **** them away. Their fields! You also drive up prices during natural disasters,

　　 Loan usury! Fry the price of farm tools to dozens of times the purchase price! "

　　 cursed, the man's eyes widened, his teeth clenched, and the words were almost squeezed out between his teeth.

　　 "What do you tell them to do! What should they do!!!"

　　 As he said, the man sat down on the ground with his hair hanging down and let out a depressed cry. He slammed the ground with his fists, and even smashed a blood mark.

　　 "Damn! Damn!"

　　 Suddenly, a shadow enveloped him, and the man looked up and found a giant in silver-gray armor standing in front of him. The armor was covered with thunderclouds, bringing a terrible atmosphere of destruction.

　　 "You just said that there is no relief rations?"

　　 "My lord! My lord! Some and some! They are all greedy."

"To shut up!"

　　 Soshyang's sulky voice made West immediately shut his mouth and tremble with fear.

　　 Then, he turned to the man on the ground.

"tell me."

"No! I swear by my life! What they give is by no means a relief ration, but a small amount of grains and native plants wrapped in plaster! My lord, most of the native plants in this world are poisonous and eat too many people. Will die! They send those things, roots

　　 was not trying to save people! But to kill! "

　　 The man curled up under Soshyang’s feet, with tears still hanging on his face.

　　 "My wife and daughter... both died after eating those things!"

　　 "Hu, nonsense! You're all talking nonsense! Obviously, obviously ate so much food! But said nothing!"

　　West is still defending himself.

　　 "Don't try to deceive the angels with pity! You are rebellious! You are the rebels to kill! You attacked the taxation authorities of the empire. This is an iron fact!"

"me……"

　　 The old man who led the team before suddenly stood up swayingly, and then yanked a knife out of the crutch.

　　In a short time, the interstellar warriors touched their weapons one after another, and the guards pointed their guns at them.

　　 But no one thought that the old man stabbed a knife into his abdomen, and then yelled and pulled it to the right.

"you--"

　　 Soshyang was also stunned. He saw thick blood spilling from the huge crack in the old man's abdomen, and the strong smell of blood in the air drifted into his nose through the helmet.

　　 "Big, my lord!"

　　 The old man's legs trembled, but he still clenched his teeth to hold it on. He put his hand into his abdomen and suddenly withdrew a section of his intestines.

　　The blue veins bursting from his forehead, you can imagine the degree of pain he was suffering, but he actually held it back, holding his intestines with blood-filled hands, and sent it in the direction of Soshyang.

　　 "You, look, absolutely, no...a grain, food!"

　　 After speaking, the old man fell backwards, and the people screamed and hurriedly went to support him.

　　 The old man's eyes widened, and his face full of folds and mud was a deep sadness. After the last two ups and downs of his chest, he was motionless.

　　 "He... why."

　　 Such a tragic scene deeply shocked Soshyang, even more shocking than the blood and blood on the battlefield and the rain of bullets.

　　 A mortal who should be extremely fragile in his thinking and worthless, why did he do this step?

　　 What forced him to this point?

　　 Soshyang turned his head and looked at the landlord with his head shrunk, his face as pale as a dead body, his hand armor slowly tightened...

　　 "You guys constrict his body."

　　 Suddenly, Thor, who hadn't spoken from the beginning to the end, stood up and pointed at the dead old man.

"We have already understood what happened to you and will feed all this back to the governor of the constellation. The empire will give you a fair judgment. Before that... as long as you lay down your weapons, we swear with honor. Before the judgment of the empire comes, To ensure the safety of your lives."

　　 The veteran lieutenant of the Astral Army understood Saul's words and nodded after being silent for less than ten seconds.

　　 Then Sol turned to West and said:

"Once they put down their weapons, they are no longer militants. If you don't worry about them entering the city, you can place them outside the city~www.wuxiahere.com~ to provide clean water and food, even if they are really guilty Give it to the Imperial Ministry of Justice for trial, not you."

　　 "Of course, of course!"

　　West nodded hurriedly.

"but--"

　　 Soshyang wanted to say something more, but Saul’s whisper passed into his ear through the helmet communicator.

　　 "We don't have time to struggle in the moral vortex, Soshyan."

　　 He could only swallow the words in his throat.

　　 Not long after these rebels entering the city carried the old man’s body and returned to the jungle, a large number of rebel serfs and peasants walked out of this natural bunker and held up their weapons to the designated resettlement area outside the city.

　　 After a simple inspection by the guards, their weapons were confiscated, and then they were able to go to the makeshift shack to collect food and clean water.

　　 Just as all this happened, Soshyang and his party had already left the city, and under the leadership of the steward sent by West, they went to the abandoned mine.

　　 Before leaving, Soshyan asked Saul.

　　 "Why don't you let me punish him."

　　He means West naturally.

　　 Soshyang has been able to confirm that this group of landlords is definitely the real promoter of this rebellion.

　　 But in the face of the angry Soshyan, Sol's answer was yes.

　　 "Soshyan, have you been to the lower deck of the Spark."

　　The young battle captain was taken aback for a moment, and he suddenly realized that he had never set foot in other areas of the battleship under his feet.

"No."

　　 Facing Soshyan’s frankness, Saul had a smile on his face at the time, which was like an adult watching the childish behavior of a child.

　　 "You must go and see, that is the real hell."