Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Don't move! Put down your weapons immediately!" With this roar, dozens of air-to-air soldiers wearing black combat uniforms and helmets rushed into the combat uniform maintenance room like tigers descending from the mountains.

They moved quickly and agilely, spreading out in a fan-shaped formation in a well-trained manner, and then without hesitation raised the pulse guns in their hands that were flashing with cold light, and aimed the black muzzles mercilessly at the young newcomers from the engineering department.

"Hey, hey, what the hell are you doing? It's not funny at all to play such a boring joke..." A slightly thin engineer muttered, with a look of confusion and bewilderment on his face.

While complaining, he walked towards the group of uninvited guests, as if trying to find out what was going on.

However, when he was only a few steps away from the nearest airborne soldier, suddenly, there was a loud "bang" and a deadly bullet whizzed out, flying straight towards the unsuspecting engineer with endless murderous intent.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze. The bullet pierced through the air at an astonishing speed and hit the target accurately.

The poor engineer didn't even have time to let out a scream before he collapsed to the ground. Blood gushed out from the wounds on his body like a fountain, instantly dyeing the ground beneath his feet red.

His eyes widened, filled with astonishment and despair. After his body twitched slightly a few times, he completely lost his life.

"I've already said it! No one is allowed to move! Otherwise, you will end up like him!" The leading officer had a face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He stared at the cold corpse in front of him, then shifted his gaze to the engineers who were frightened and stood there at a loss, and shouted at the top of his voice.

His voice was deafening and echoed throughout the room, making people feel terrified.

"We won't move! We will never move! Please don't kill us!" Faced with this horrific and bloody scene, the other engineers were already scared out of their wits and their faces turned pale.

They hurriedly threw away all kinds of tools in their hands, as if those tools had become hot potatoes.

Then, everyone hugged their heads tightly like frightened birds, curled up their bodies and squatted aside, fearing that the slightest mistake would bring about fatal disaster.

"Search carefully!" The leading officer had a cold look in his eyes and a frighteningly gloomy expression. He waved his arm and gave the order.

Before he finished speaking, dozens of well-trained air transport soldiers quickly took action, forcibly lifted up the trembling engineering personnel at lightning speed, and then dragged them out of the room mercilessly.

Just then, a young soldier ran quickly up to the majestic officer.

He stood at attention, saluted the officer respectfully, and asked, "Sir, what should I do with these combat uniforms?" As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily turned to the neatly arranged rows of combat uniforms not far away, and a hint of confusion and worry flashed in his eyes.

The officer followed the soldier's line of sight and looked at the combat uniforms lying quietly next to the maintenance machinery. After pondering for a moment, he decisively ordered: "Lock all these things up immediately! We must not let the enemy take advantage of the opportunity and use them against us!" His tone was firm and unquestionable.

After receiving the instructions, several professional engineers belonging to the air transport unit rushed towards the combat uniforms without hesitation, their movements skillful and agile.

They quickly took out the smart locks they carried with them and accurately installed them on the advanced artificial intelligence system equipped in each combat uniform.

With a series of crisp "click" sounds, these originally powerful combat suits instantly lost their effectiveness and became a pile of harmless decorations.

"Captain Blade! Our troops have successfully captured the combat uniform maintenance room!" An airborne soldier could not hide his excitement. He held the communicator tightly in his hand and reported the exciting news to Blade at the temporary command center in a loud voice.

Upon hearing this good news, Ren was also very excited. He gave orders without hesitation: "Very good! Keep up this momentum and pursue the victory!" Controlling the combat uniforms is crucial to the subsequent uprising operations. As long as these key equipment can be firmly grasped, the implementation of the next plan will become much easier.

"Yes, sir!" the soldier responded firmly and quickly ended the call.

Then, Blade turned his attention to another unit - the Third Air Loss Unit, and shouted loudly: "Now it's your turn! The Third Air Loss! Move out immediately!"

The officer of the Third Air Transport Unit suddenly stood up, his expression solemn and dignified. He straightened his body, saluted the blade with a standard and powerful military salute, and then shouted at the top of his voice: "Got it! Sir! Loyalty! Always loyal!" His loud voice seemed to penetrate the sky, showing unparalleled determination and courage.

Following this shout, a tense yet heated atmosphere filled the entire command room.

"Sir! It's bad, we're under attack!" This sudden news was like a thunderclap, exploding in the main control room. The commander-in-chief, who had been calm and composed, suddenly changed his expression, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. He felt his eyelids twitching wildly, as if he had foreseen danger.

Without time to think, the commander-in-chief flashed and rushed to the terrified subordinate like a gust of wind, staring at him with his eyes, and asked in a low and stern voice: "Where are the enemies? How many people are there? Tell me quickly!"

The subordinate swallowed his saliva and tried to calm himself down, but his voice still trembled as he answered: "Sir... Sir, according to the monitoring data, the attack signal came from inside our battleship! Moreover, the air transport unit led by Ren launched the attack. They are mutinying!"

Hearing this answer, the commander cursed in his heart: "How abominable! As expected, these guys are not reliable at all!" Veins popped out on his forehead, and his hair stood on end with anger. Then he waved his hand and ordered loudly: "Pass my order! Immediately withdraw all combat uniform troops on the deck to the cabin! We must not let those rebels succeed! For those who dare to rebel, don't let any of them go! Send the combat uniform troops to kill them one by one! Send them all to heaven!! "

"Yes, sir!" the subordinates responded in unison and then took quick action.