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The voice broadcast by the mecha was crystal clear, and the people from Maple Leaf Mining could understand it perfectly.

It sounded strange. How had the language changed so little over a thousand years?

In reality, in the interstellar era, all information could be stored cheaply. Though language and writing had undergone some changes, those changes were minor.

There had mainly been additions to vocabulary and changes in certain linguistic habits. The fundamental logic had not changed much.

That was why they could fully understand this somewhat archaic voice.

This discovery was no less shocking than the Mecha Knight boarding the ship.

"What... what do we do?"

The armed man holding the gunpowder rifle had trembling hands.

He was actually an excellent airship pilot, capable of remotely controlling two airships through the mothership's signals at the same time and pulling off all kinds of extreme maneuvers.

If it came down to basic attacks, he alone could control an entire squadron.

But... close combat really was not his specialty!

Looking at the steel monster that was taller than two and a half of him stacked together, then at the lousy guns in everyone's hands... they might as well surrender!

"We surrender. We hope our lives can be guaranteed."

They surrendered decisively. They were not fighting aliens for the Federation, just working for capitalists. Why risk their lives?

They did not even ask for anything more, only that their lives be guaranteed.

If they had been captured by the Federation Fleet, they would certainly have demanded all sorts of humanitarian treatment. They might even have asked for a hot bath.

But before a group of natives, it was better to behave themselves.

The Mecha Knight opened its hatch, and the knight jumped out.

He was not being reckless. This was the result