Chapter 525

Dealing with war group affairs and alliance affairs is enough to make soshyang busy every day. Even his routine training must be changed or interrupted frequently.

He had been so busy for nearly two months, and his time was basically more abundant. However, the holy Emperor didn't seem to want him to be idle.

While soshyan was at the planetary orbital station under reconstruction and inspecting the progress of warship maintenance, a news suddenly came.

"Someone is contacting us, commander Zhan."

When he entered the orbital communication station, the mortal officers stood up one after another.

Soshyan raised his hand, motioned for everyone to return to the officer who had just entered, and then faced the officer who had issued the report.

"Imperial?"

"Identify the incoming ship prefix as the fist battle group of the Empire - the shield of courage."

Just as the officer finished speaking, the bright Rune appeared on the bird divination instrument mirror.

"Imperial fist company darnath Lysander asked to meet the brothers of the star knights."

The female star Whisperer sings from her bird's nest like seat on a cluster of synaptic ducts.

"We have brought Tara's news and congratulations. Now we ask for permission to board the ship for official reception."

Soshyan thought for a moment and observed the approaching location rune.

The other party is still a long way from entering the visual range, but it has left the sub space.

"Commander Lysander is here."

Almin still has a deep memory and impression of the legendary hero.

"Instead of putting him on this broken track, I'd rather take the initiative to see him."

Soshyan made a decision and then waved to the soldiers to get ready.

"Go with you."

About 10 hours later, the strike cruiser courage shield appeared in the orbit of Nathan IV. because the orbital dock is now full of ships in need of maintenance, the warship can only float in the orbit.

This ancient warship is not only a tool of war, but also a beautiful creation. The structural surface is decorated with classic Tara language, which looks like a vast desert full of rust.

When soshyan's shuttle climbed through the slender hull belly of the ship and toward the towers where the bridge was located, he understood those almost forced decorations on the upper edge of the ship's side and hull plating - with carefully carved angel statues, bronze patterns deep into the jet port panels, and huge superstructure woven by towers and turrets.

"I've never observed this warship carefully before."

Soshyan mused as the spires and domes slid under them.

"- I just wanted to return to Obsidian fortress as soon as possible."

When the shuttle floated into the entrance of a cave like hangar, dozens of soldiers of imperial fist were waiting for it as honor guards.

The leader was a soldier covered with yellow armor, which glittered in the hangar light. The combat plate armor was as exquisite as other things in the ship, polished to the extent that it must be made of glass.

The soldier did not wear a helmet, and his face was angular, like one of the statues surrounded by pilasters and coarse velvet.

Soshyan remembered this man. He should be Lysander's deputy.

He stepped down from the illuminated shuttle, accompanied by almin and Ustad respectively. Behind the hall, there was a small escort team composed of four soldiers dressed in Terminator armor - a large number of terminator armor abandoned by the red pirates. After recycling and purification, the star knights were divided into 12 complete sets, which greatly supplemented the combat strength of the regiment.

Seeing soshyan appear, the UN helmeted Empire fist warrior bows.

"Welcome to the shield of courage, commander of soshyang war. I'm lesander in ceremonial armor. I walked to soshyang, holding a goblet in both hands, and then handed one to soshyang.

"To brotherhood."

He said, raising his glass.

"For the emperor."

Soshyan smiled and drank up the cup.

The wine in the glass is full and fragrant, mellow and long. It is priceless on any planet. There is no doubt that it comes from the top manor of Tara.

It is said that this is the way old terans get up.

"A farewell is fifteen years. How time flies."

Lesander said, waving to the two huge ivory covered seats.

"My first impression of you was a young and frightened little soldier. Now, look, you have become a great hero who can be alone."

"Modest, I am still the little soldier in front of you."

Soshyan sat awkwardly opposite Lysander and tried to be as humble as possible.

"Soshyan, you know, you're a big celebrity now."

Lysander smiled and said:

"From Tara to the remote extreme star domain, the high lords and various battle commanders are talking about your name. Will it make you happy to be a fascinating source?"

"Well... Actually, I'm not so happy."

"Yes, I guess so."

Lysander shrugged and suddenly leaned forward like a conspiracy.

"Tell me what's the secret of your victory over that son of a bitch Huron."

In fact, soshyan had guessed that the other party might ask such a question, so he had already made a plan.

He picked up the wine glass that had been filled by the machine servant, took a sip, and quietly replied:

"There is only one trick, taking advantage of the greedy and cowardly nature of the enemy."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"Huron is a pirate. All his decisions will be completely based on the distribution of interests and his own considerations. He has no personal sense of honor and courage to move forward. He will be cautious and too cautious most of the time."

Putting down his glass, soshyan began to reveal some details.

"Before the attack, he sent a reconnaissance team to our planet. He was too careless and underestimated us. We captured the reconnaissance team and knew Huron's attack plan in advance."

"So it is."

Lysander nodded slightly.

"But not enough for you to win."