Chapter 48

Three months ago, rioters attacked a mothership.

Three months later, all the thugs who had plundered the Alliance mothership had been captured.

This is utterly inhumane! Ruthless and cruel! These bloodthirsty bandits should be executed on the spot!

The attack was taken very seriously by the Zerg Alliance both before and after, and the discussion on the StarNet was quite heated.

After all, this wasn't the first time the despicable thugs had attacked the Alliance fleet, but it was indeed the first time they had suffered such a heavy blow. They were like an endless swarm of locusts, lurking in the shadows of space. Once they struck, they would never linger, and even if their comrades were captured, they would never return to rescue them, making the Alliance Zerg hate them to the core.

But this time was different. The commander was well-versed in the art of feigning weakness to lure the enemy into a trap, casting a long line to catch a big fish, and remaining inactive for three months.

The army infiltrated with the mob's informants, and in a coordinated attack, found the mob's hideout on a remote planet. The mob, who had participated in the raid, resisted fiercely and refused to be recruited. They were all killed by the army. The remaining civilians, numbering only a few tens of thousands, had formed small, settled tribes.

The army took over the area and reported the number of prisoners: a total of 21,000 insects, including 1,228 males.

1227 male insects with healthy vital signs.

Although not all of them were in their prime, at a glance, at least one-third of the insects had not gone through a second evolution.

The Alliance is very willing to recruit these male insects, but due to regulations, they must wait until the military's propaganda and indoctrination work is completed before they can be taken to the capital planet for further training.

This task of educating and reforming fell to the commander.

Pshaw, trying to educate those weakling male insects.

The commander bent down and used water from the stream to wipe the dust off his military boots. The soil on this planet was fertile and moist, suitable for grazing. The vast grasslands were magnificent and stretched as far as the eye could see.

He wrung out the towel, carried his toiletries, and strolled leisurely back to the barracks.

Rows of simple prefabricated houses, like a neat chessboard, are arranged horizontally and vertically on the grassland. Patrolling soldiers, armed with guns, patrol in an orderly manner according to their assigned areas, maintaining order among the prisoners, counting their numbers, and distributing canned food.

These commoners have long been engaged in hard labor, and their spirits and bodies have been oppressed to a considerable degree. They have become numb and submissive, devoid of any sense of morality, except for a few individual families.

Now that they have been captured, those slave owners who only knew how to eat, wear, and enjoy themselves have also been driven into temporary housing.

As dusk settled, wisps of light disappeared at the edge of the grassland.

In the center of the prefabricated house, an open space was marked out, and a frame was erected. A huge screen was playing educational videos from the Alliance, which were extra lessons for non-adult insects. Several rows of young male insects sat below, their watery eyes filled with curiosity and fear as they stared at the screen, occasionally whispering to each other and exclaiming in surprise.

The planets occupied by the space pirates were too backward and remote. In order to avoid being seen by the insects, control their minds, and enslave them to mine, there were no signal towers or high-tech products allowed. The insects' living standards were basically stuck in the era of land reclamation.

Even the male insects were raised and enslaved from a young age, and were brainwashed with abnormal values ​​in order to reproduce, which initially caused quite a bit of trouble for the female insects.

Compared to their timid counterparts who readily kneel and beg for mercy, the juvenile insects have a less deep misunderstanding of the Alliance, are more curious, and are easier to correct and educate.

Several female soldiers were setting up lights when they saw the commander and tried to stand at attention and salute, but were stopped by the females' gestures.

"Sir!" the female soldier's voice boomed.

"How much longer until the course ends?" The commander crossed his arms and lazily looked at the children sitting on small stools.

"Sir, there are seven minutes and forty-six seconds left in the course."

The leather boots clattered together, making a dull sound.

The commander nodded and glanced at the screen.

The juvenile insects who receive extra lessons are both male and female, and the atmosphere among them is very close and friendly. When an insect that doesn't fit in stands out, it attracts a lot of attention.

The commander paused slightly, then nodded with his chin: "The one sitting at the very back, is that the male insect from the Sorim family?"

A skinny worm.

He stood with his back straight, neither speaking nor bowing his head, listening intently.

Sorim was captured by the commander himself and planted as a spy among the space pirates. The victory in this battle depended largely on the enemy's complete betrayal, which enabled them to successfully infiltrate and ambush the enemy, thus avoiding casualties among innocent civilians.

The commander remembered that Sorim had a crippled mate and a dirty, grayish male insect offspring. He ignored it at first glance and made it a background character, not wanting to look at it a second time, as it was really an eyesore.

The female soldier had been taking care of these juvenile insects for many days, so she naturally knew and answered clearly: "Yes, sir. Solim brought him here when he was registered. Unlike the other male insects, he seems to be literate and his physique is not too bad, but unfortunately his genetic aptitude is not high."

Tsk.

The commander remained expressionless as he stretched his body. The night on the grassland was bitterly cold, yet the female insect was still wearing a damp, chilly vest; he had just washed himself in the stream.

Female insects with excellent genetic qualities possess physical attributes and six senses comparable to mechs. They can spread their wings and fly to an altitude of 10,000 meters. If they fall, they will only make a crater, and their bodies will not suffer fatal injuries.

The commander was one of the best, but he was assigned to be the watering gardener for these flower buds.

The female soldier shuddered. Putting the commander in charge of the male insects' education was practically driving them to their doom.

Those muddle-headed politicians!

Toto sat alone in the last row, diligently copying notes from the screen.

No insects spoke to him, and there was no eye contact; the atmosphere of isolation was so obvious that he seemed rather lonely and pitiful.

Although they didn't really belong to the space pirates, they also had no goodwill towards the Alliance. Their parents had been brainwashed and indoctrinated, and the insectoids were no exception. Besides, no matter what kind of war it was, traitors were always the most hateful. Sorim led his heavily armed female soldiers to eliminate many thugs, some of whom were the female fathers of these underage insectoids!

Toto is a cricket from the Solim family. His female father is a traitor and his male father is a cripple, so he himself must not be a good cricket either!

He always keeps his head down and doesn't speak, he's gloomy, dirty and smelly, he might be some kind of pervert! And like his female father, this insect is particularly good at pleasing the Allied forces, the female soldiers who take care of them always give him extra treatment!

hateful!

The juvenile insects automatically kept a meter's distance from him, treating him like trash.

Toto's hand, gripping the pen, was almost frozen. He rubbed his fingers and listened attentively to the lesson.

The Zerg script on the screen was not unfamiliar. Before being captured, his father would secretly teach him with a stone tablet every night in the tent, and tell Toto that it was the common language of the Zerg.

So it's not difficult for Toto to learn.

Compared to the bewildered expressions of other insects who seemed to be listening to gibberish, and their haphazard imitations, his handwriting was undoubtedly very neat and beautiful.

The images on the screen were cute and colorful, and in addition to some common knowledge, they also provided guidance on values. Toto wrote down the word "[healing pod]" and paused for a moment.

The father was gentle, but his brows often showed signs of pain and suffering. He lost both legs after being captured from the Alliance and his health had been poor ever since. His wounds had not received proper treatment and would ulcerate and ooze pus from time to time. Naturally, his frail body was unable to work.

Although the female father was a local thug, he was still a small fry and it was very difficult for him to support two mouths. He could only make ends meet and could not bring more medicine. After Toto was born, the female father hesitated for a while, but did not sell him to the thugs. Instead, he disguised himself as a female insect and hid him at home.

The female father loves the male father very much, so Toto can understand why he wears the Union uniform.

Thinking of the male father lying in the tent, receiving proper treatment and finally no longer having to endure the pain, and the female father's kiss on the male father's forehead, Toto bit the tip of her pen.

As the cheerful music ended the expansion pack, Toto, who had been daydreaming, immediately perked up, sat up straight, and occasionally glanced at the right side of the screen, where a female soldier stood with her arms crossed and a cold look in her eyes.

White vest.

Navy blue trousers and black military boots.

The attire commonly seen on female Allied soldiers, when worn by him, evoked a deep-seated fear, transforming that fear into awe.

The female soldier had keen senses; with just a glance from Toto, her gaze immediately locked onto him.

Toto felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He straightened his posture and stared straight ahead.

He can speak and write the Alliance language. The female soldiers who take care of them will occasionally chat with him gently about life here. In the conversation, they mention that there is an officer in charge of the education of this group of juvenile insects. After finishing the battlefield, he will come to give them lessons soon.

This must be the person who came to class.

But why does he look like a murderous god about to slaughter insects with a gun?

Toto closed his notebook and looked straight ahead.

After the two headlights were adjusted and turned on, the sudden bright light made the underage insects present feel a little lost. They whispered among themselves and turned to look around. They had not been given an order to disperse after today's class and did not know what had happened. Was there an extra class to supplement it?

Amidst the noise, the sound of military boots clattering on the wooden steps was exceptionally clear.

The underage insects all shut their mouths, staring in astonishment at the cold-faced, devilish figure walking onto the stage.

Author's Note:

Warnings in this article:

I can't think of any major issues yet; it should be similar to my usual style.

The ending is happy, and there won't be any extreme plot points. But if it doesn't suit your taste, you can go find other fanfiction (scratching head).