From interstellar refugee to marshal's wife

Yunlin had never known that people could be so thin. He and a group of assistants saw through the glass of the lounge a tall and thin man like a skeleton leading four people almost like him into the adjacent conference room.

When the door of the conference room closed, there was a buzz in the lounge, and the discussion started: "Why do these aliens look so ugly? I heard that their appearance genes are very similar to ours! Otherwise, there would be no Ent value. Tested…”

Yun Lin's body seemed to store some kind of switch, and relevant information automatically appeared in his mind. It turns out that everyone in the Pluto Galaxy has this item in their physical tests, but the value of this item for ordinary celebrities is often 0, while for sentinels, it is mostly negative.

It was probably during routine body virus testing that the Pluto people discovered this numerical abnormality in humans. Only then came the Ent test...

The assistants in the lounge seemed to be familiar with each other, and someone started chatting. Yunlin heard the assistant beside him whisper: "This alien race is also very miserable. I heard that when they were discovered, all the usable things on the keyboard had been exhausted for a while. They even couldn't even The belt that holds the trousers has been boiled and eaten..."

The assistants opened their eyes as if they had seen something strange, and the assistant next to them continued: "Their race seems to have escaped, and there are only survivors of this ship. "

"The one who just led the way over should be their captain. I heard the secretaries of the military department said: The military doctors' tests found that he had not eaten any food, including water, for five days. If we hadn't Found out that he might have starved to death today.”

"The vice-president originally didn't let me say this to anyone, but just now on the aircraft, everyone heard it..." The vice-president's assistant was very annoyed: "But if I don't say this, something will happen. It’s hard for people to understand. Our vice-president also has a bad temper and won’t sympathize with foreigners for no reason.”

"I am not saying this to ask my colleagues to go back and tell their masters, but to let you know some inside information so that you can avoid making mistakes. Those of us who are assistants also have the responsibility to assist our own masters. We must not It’s the way of others.”

"That's..." The assistants in the entire lounge started to cater to him. Musician assistants in this era still have a relatively promising future.

Because the number of great musicians is scarce, musician assistants are often promoted through promotions. Today's musician assistant may become a junior musician, an intermediate musician, or even a senior musician tomorrow.

Therefore, the musician assistant who can follow the vice-president has a relatively strong voice among the assistants. Yun Lin also noticed that he was a well-spoken and capable assistant. With their vice-president, we are of the same mind.

"Hush! The door is open." After Yunlin heard this, the rest room became quiet again. The door of the conference room was opened in the spotlight, and the leading man came out side by side with a man who looked like a senior military general.

Immediately afterwards, a secretary-looking man in military uniform opened the door: "Masters, follow the big aircraft. You should follow us to the apron. An aircraft will come to pick you up later. We are going to the interstellar port now. Humanity has completed After passing the preliminary screening, you can disembark from the ship."

I hope you all return to your original positions, carry your own master's instruments and file out. Yun Lin just mechanically followed the large army to the interstellar port and stood behind the old master.

As expected, the vice-president made arrangements just like on an aircraft, placing the old master behind everyone, and specifically told Yun Lin: Do not let the old master come forward to perform unless absolutely necessary.

"Binrui, don't listen to the vice-president's nonsense. If I need to use a musical instrument later, you have to give it to me." The old master waited until the vice-president turned around and whispered to Yunlin: "I'm here." , how can you just look at it, right?"

"Master, the vice president is doing this for your own good."

But the old master smiled and waved his hand to interrupt him: "Are you his assistant or mine?"

"Of course it's yours."

"That's fine." The old master turned his head like an old naughty boy and looked at the dilapidated and mottled old ship: "My dear, it's just this scrap of copper and iron! I wasn't trapped in the wormhole. It's all luck..."

The entire interstellar port fell silent, and only one strong voice was heard: "Captain, you can ask your people to come down now. Our departments are in place and the station is ready."

Although a little hoarse, he still replied with a loud voice: "Okay Marshal, I will ask everyone on the ship to come down one by one."

The Hongqiao connecting to the interstellar port could not even reach the dilapidated ship door. Two sentries piloted mechas to seal the gap with temporary materials to complete the docking.

The first batch of people to disembark from the ship were some babies with weak cries, no bigger than kittens.

The first soldier who walked through the testing gate with his child in his arms handed the child in his hand to the waiting military doctor. He turned around and wanted to go back but was held back.

He babbled a lot as if he wanted to get the person holding him to let go, attracting the attention of the human captain waiting next to the Hongqiao. After learning about it, the human captain explained to the marshal who followed him: "In order to prevent people on the ship from harming young children, they separated people into different warehouses according to different categories as much as possible."

"So the ones who carried the baby down were not his parents, but trustworthy crew members. They needed to go back and pick up the remaining babies. So his crew needed to go back and forth many times, and they could not leave the ship before that. .At least they have to wait until the kids are down before they can leave."

The marshal listened carefully to the words played through the translator and saluted him with a military salute: "Thank you for your hard work!" He also sent many supporting soldiers to help the military doctors take care of the children.

The children who came down gradually increased in age, until they were girls, women, old women, and then teenagers, young men, and old men...

Until the last white-haired old man was helped down, 157 sailors wearing tattered military uniforms lined up neatly next to the exit. When the last two crew members returned to their positions, they shouted a slogan and started counting from the beginning until 157.

The human captain saluted these 157 people with a trembling voice: "Very good! Warriors! You have completed the mission assigned to you by humans!"

There were 157 people, some old and some young, some even looked like teenagers, and their height only reached the chest of an adult man.

But each of them straightened their backs seriously and responded with the most standard salute.

There are no fancy slogans, just a silent salute!