Sky-cracking Rider-Chapter 687: Section 682 - Solicitation

The Rebel Army took up arms and caused chaos under the guise of reviving the Tessa Empire. Many locals from Zilu Continent voluntarily sided with the Rebel Army, providing substantial support to a rebellion that swept across the continent and became uncontrollable.

Some supported the Rebel Army, and naturally, there were those who supported the Silan Dynasty.

Within the Zilu Continent, division also arose. For the common people at the bottom of society, paying taxes was inevitable, but wasn't living a stable life desirable?

If people said that the citizens of Zilu Continent had long suffered under the Silan and would gladly greet the Imperial Instructor of the Tessa Empire with open arms, that was merely an empty phrase. After all, victors are kings and losers are bandits, and at present, the Rebels are the bandits.

The former leader of the "Gale Team", Hammu, hailed from the Morning Star Continent and naturally stood opposed to Minante.

Both sides were pilots, so clashes were inevitable.

In war, there are always casualties; close comrades from days past now fought fiercely to the death against each other.

"There is no right or wrong on the battlefield. You should adjust your mindset as soon as possible!"

Chen Fei had no way to comfort Minante, who stood on the opposing side.

It's not like I could say, 'If we're brothers, then come and kill me!' That would be absolutely absurd.

"I don't know how to face Hammu's family."

Minante covered his face in agony.

He wished more than anything that right now Chen Fei would beat him up; it might make him feel a bit better.

Since Chen Fei had never done the same thing, he couldn't truly empathize with Minante's feelings and could only offer advice based on his own behavior.

"Then don't face it, or take up the responsibility!"

"Are you a devil?"

Minante glared angrily at the man who only seemed to have nasty ideas.

Chen Fei's words sounded a bit harsh. The first suggestion was a shameless escape; the second required facing the hateful gaze of Hammu's family, which might end up in a beheading.

The animosity of kill or be killed on the battlefield often continued even after the war, which seemed rather strange.

Engaging with Hammu wasn't something that Minante had chosen of his own will, yet it was an inevitable obligation.

Soldiers are sworn to obey orders, whether they are in the Rebel Army or the Dynasty's military.

"What else can we do? This is war, not child's play."

Chen Fei spread his hands. It's not like he could say, let's have a duel—'one thrust from me and you're finished.'

"I don't know, I don't know!"

Minante covered his face again, shaking his head vigorously.

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The vehicle rattled.

"You might as well secretly send money to Captain Hammu's family every month! With Hammu gone, their financial situation must be bleak. If you still feel guilty, then leave the Righteous Army—or no, the Rebel Army!"

The only serious suggestion Chen Fei could offer Minante was this one.

Those who receive gifts are beholden to the giver. Over time, Hammu's family will likely not view Minante with the same animosity they did in the beginning. Everyone has to face reality, whether it's Minante or Hammu's family.

"Leave? No, that's impossible!"

Minante began another fierce internal struggle.

The atmosphere in the jeep returned to being tense, with everyone silent.

Two hours later, the convoy entered a bustling military camp.

This camp was just one of the several bases the Rebel Army had near South Capital City.

"We've arrived!"

The vehicle stopped, and Minante seemed to finally come back to his senses.

Hundreds of soldiers surrounded the convoy tightly.

"Everyone in the vehicle, get out. 'Rookie,' you get out alone."

The Rebel Army gave Chen Fei a cold welcome, with over a dozen railgun combat rifles aimed at him.

"Please hand over your weapons, alchemical artifacts."

There were people specifically assigned to receive Chen Fei.

"I'm a Grade B Metal Ability User. I've actually got this, uh... what's this thing?"

Before Chen Fei could finish, he felt a prick.

"Don't worry, it's not poison. It's a Supernatural Ability Suppressant. For now, you don't have your Grade B Metal Elemental Psychic Power!"

The Rebel personnel handed the syringe back to the others beside him.

Chen Fei looked toward Minante, who had gotten out of the car from the other side.

"No worries, the highest commander here is one of my relatives."

This was the treatment and security that Minante had fought for on behalf of Chen Fei.

Placed in other military bases, he wasn't too confident.

Even if someone really wanted Chen Fei's life, it had to be settled in a life-and-death struggle on the battlefield.

Nearly all combat pilots had their own rigid adherence to the principles of engagement, believing their battlefield was in the sky, not on the ground taking cheap shots.

Chen Fei handed over a space system alchemy storage artifact he carried with him.

This storage magical device wasn't the model with a super large capacity he had before, but one that could hold small personal items, with less than one cubic space. It wouldn't be a loss even if confiscated by the rebel army.

Inside, there were only some drinking water, food, medicine, and electronic products, nothing more, not even a single weapon like a grenade, fully demonstrating his intention to enter the enemy's camp alone.

"Where's 'Sagali'? Where is 'Sagali'?"

A crowd of people rushed over, heading straight for the large trucks in the convoy.

At that time, the soldiers in the vehicles were moving the parasitic hosts along with the cages they were imprisoned in off the trucks.

The combat mechs had captured 17 parasitic hosts in South Capital City District, now half of them had been delivered to the rebel army, with seven iron cages being moved out of the truck beds.

"Why are they all from the Human Race? What about the extraterrestrial races? Where has 'Sagali' been hidden? Someone tell me,"

The group that surrounded them looked scruffy, exuding the aura of researchers. They didn't care about any rebel army; as long as there was professional work to do, it didn't matter who they did it for.

Before dissecting the parasites, it was hard to tell from the outside if they had been victimized by the "Sagali" from the extraterrestrial races.

Minante was grabbed by the chest by an expert scholar and was lifted off his feet in a mid-air boost, to which he responded with a rueful smile, "It's a mutated parasitic spawn, it's parasitic in the chest."

"Prepare the operating room, let's get started!"

"Add more cameras, maximize the lighting!"

"Manpower, I need more hands!"

The academically inclined bigwigs who were adept with the scalpel began calling friends and yelling for assistants, competing with the soldiers for the cages.

The rebel soldiers, armed to the teeth, couldn't even compete with these intellectuals and couldn't help at all—the seven iron cages were all dragged away, and even the specimen container Minante was holding wasn't spared. It was taken away like they had been robbed by bandits.

"Minante, is this your friend, the 'Rookie' with the title of Dragon Slayer?"

An elderly man with graying hair and beard, flanked by a group of senior officers, arrived at the parking lot.

Minante's gaze shifted from the departing backs of the academic bigwigs back to the elderly man with graying hair and beard and quickly said, "Uncle, this is 'Rookie,' Chen Fei."

He then introduced Chen Fei, "This is the Legion Commander of the 'Radiant Tiger' army, Befas, who is also my uncle."

The rebel army had hundreds of formal military legions, a significant portion of which came from active duty uprising units of the Silan Dynasty, and "Radiant Tiger" was just one of them.

Minante's mother was the fourth child at home, and Befas, who joined the military service, was the eldest. The year he joined coincided with the tail end of a great war over thirty years ago. It was easy to get promoted in wartime. Luckily surviving, he paved a path for himself, eventually becoming a Legion Commander with his own legion.

Now, another military force was surrounding the Ground Portal Gate Management Substation, more precisely, the second legion that had just taken over.

The first legion that had initiated the attack had been scattered, and unleashing the adult Metallic Dragons was almost the last trump card.

"Young man, setting aside our differences, you've done very well,"

Minante's uncle, the Legion Commander of the "Radiant Tiger," Befas, looked at Chen Fei with an appreciative eye.

He continued, "If you're willing to join my legion, I'm prepared to offer you double, no, quadruple your salary."

"Uncle!"

Minante was somewhat upset by his uncle's blatant poaching. What did he take combat pilots for?

"Right now, I earn 50,000 Star Yuan a month, plus other allowances, my annual income should be about 3 million Star Yuan. Are you truly willing to spend 12 million Star Yuan to recruit me?"

Chen Fei earnestly counted on his fingers, calculating his salary for the others.

Currently, his wages only made up a small portion of his total income. The majority came from his partnership with Boss Hana in the "Flesh Mushroom" breeding operation. The business had just started this year, and the income wasn't high, but at least it was over two million Star Yuan. Starting next year, profits from the "Flesh Mushroom" industry were set to skyrocket.

Unlike the secretive cultivation of "Flesh Mushroom" with the "Water Bear" organization which aimed to reduce reliance on external supplies, Chen Fei and Hanna Gagel's joint venture plantation was a fully legitimate money-making operation.

After selling mushrooms for a couple of years, Chen Fei would be able to go back home and buy a house and car, preparing to welcome Teacher Shen as his bride. Ah, what a beautiful thought!

"12 million Star Yuan? Are you trying to rob me?"

"Radiant Tiger" Legion Commander Befas nearly spewed out blood all over Chen Xiao'er's face in frustration.

Once the cannons fired, gold flowed by the tens of thousands; with war underway, a massive amount of funds were burning, exploding. There was no extra cash to recruit a barely top-tier combat pilot at an inconceivable high price.

Befas himself only had an annual pension of 500,000 Star Yuan, and that was because the cost of living on the Zilu Continent was low. Rather than spending 12 million Star Yuan to recruit Chen Fei, it was better to assemble another elite combat pilot squadron like the "Gale Team." The cost-effectiveness didn't match up.

Chen Fei said earnestly, "I am robbing, actually!"

In the realm of business, an outrageous demand by military contractors during a crisis was completely justifiable.

Minante's uncle, a straightforward military man, didn't even bother to haggle and expressed his outright refusal.

"Forget it, can't afford it!"

Befas shook his head firmly.

The officers around him glared at Chen Fei in anger, partly because Chen Fei had taken out half of the "Gale Team," and partly because the 12 million Star Yuan price tag felt like a scoffing rejection.