Mo Si came this time to persuade Xing Ruisi to join the military.
"No, I'm not going."
As soon as he sent out the invitation, Xing Ruisi immediately declined.
Maybe it was a little embarrassing, feeling that what I said was too absolute, Xing Ruisi added his own reasons, "You know, I have been thinking about it for a long time to share some technology to let you stay on Polar Star."
The Xing family had a feud with the previous His Majesty.
Xing Ruisi's father, the great genius who created the entire star network and connected tens of billions of people, fell into the hands of His Majesty Zhao Yiran.
Although it can be said to be an accident... But the lost life cannot tolerate the pale explanation of the word accident.
Therefore, Xing Ruisi did not have the slightest liking for the Federation Empire.
Even though he holds a large amount of technology in his hands and has the means to change the situation, he has always been silent on Pirate Star, and lived with a few offshoots of the Xing family and the people who migrated with them at that time, living a unique life. life of struggle.
About twenty years ago, Mosi hadn't fully grown up at that time, and the frontline battle was tight. He came to Pirate Star once. After struggling, Xing Ruisi quietly gave some innovative technologies about mechas.
The advancement of science and technology has enhanced the combat strength of a large number of mid-level mecha soldiers, and the war with the Zerg has slowly slowed down.
"I know your grievances with the empire."
"It's good that you know, I will never fight for the Federation Empire."
He seemed to understand his thoughts, and Xing Ruisi breathed a sigh of relief.
Mosi was sitting, standing here like a mountain. He was not frustrated by Xing Ruisi's rejection, but just launched his own again, with the reason: "But this time, there is no empire."
As soon as he finished speaking, the people inside immediately raised their heads.
But when Xing Ruisi looked up, he saw only one side of thick glass.
What did Moses mean? There was no time to think, only to feel excited, adrenaline drove Xing Ruisi out of the small laboratory.
He ran up to Mo Si.
"You, what do you mean?"
"Literally, the time has come. We will continue to implement the theory put forward by the first His Majesty, uphold his behest, and walk the path that our ancestors all walked."
"As we said in school twenty-four years ago."
Many years ago, Mo Si and Xing Ruisi were studying at the Federal Military Academy together.
Like the federal university, there are not only pure classes, but also practice, going to remote planets, and going to real battlefields.
Excellent individual soldiers are created by blood and tears.
Together, they have seen devastation, the other side of high-rise buildings, galaxies and mechas, yellow sand all over the ground, starvation everywhere, and countless people picking up garbage for a living.
The teenager at that time said: After the abolition of slavery, StarCraft is still unfair.
Fairness has become a persistent thought hidden in my heart.
"Really draw the line? Reform!?"
The eyes under his glasses have already started to twinkle with starlight.
Mo Si nodded, "Everyone in the military department knows that the victory in the frontline war is not only due to the contributions of the soldiers, but also the contribution of a young anonymous scholar."
"If you come, we will promise you the highest treatment. The samples, energy, mechs, and ores you want will be given priority to you."
What researcher doesn't want to grow in fertile soil
Without hesitation, Xing Ruisi was moved.
The blood seemed to ignite suddenly.
"I'll think about it again."