Shadows of the Deep Space - Chapter 1635: 528: Reversal (Part 5)
Capítulo 1635: Chapter 528: Reversal (Part 5)
At this moment, an abnormal change occurred; the distant starry sky suddenly rippled, and space twisted without any warning.
A massive mechanical ring device, with a diameter of tens of thousands of kilometers, appeared out of thin air as a phantom.
Instantly, the Black Tide Fortress, Zero-degree Envoy, and other scanning devices all sounded sharp alarms, displaying red alerts one after another.
“Warning; scanning large-scale space fluctuations.”
…
“Damn, it’s a Curvature Ring!”
Hayes’ face turned pale upon seeing the Curvature Ring appear.
“It’s over, the Empire’s reinforcements are here!”
…..
Voices of despair echoed within the public communication channel.
“Brothers, our reinforcements are here!”
…
Dark Star Empire soldiers shouted excitedly.
“Haha, looks like you’re finished.”
Sakari said with a light laugh to Hayes.
But in the next second, Sakari’s smile abruptly stopped.
On their scanning device screens, appeared clusters of red dots.
“What’s going on? Why are there red dots?”
…
Numerous Dark Star Empire soldiers exclaimed in confusion.
Hayes was also stunned, quickly raised his head to look, only to see the Star Destroyer·Gray Crystal first emerge from the Curvature Ring, followed by the VI Generation Biological Mecha·Ilyas and the V Generation Mecha·Netherworld Apostle leading a large mecha unit charging out.
Inside Black Tide Fortress.
Lu Mi was also taken aback, then opened her mouth excitedly.
“Lord Qian Lin, our reinforcements!”
“Immediately notify everyone to counterattack with full force, our reinforcements are here!”
Qian Lin said excitedly.
“Yes!”
Lu Mi quickly responded.
The morale of the Federation soldiers, which had fallen to rock bottom, instantly boiled over, shouting excitedly.
“Brothers, our reinforcements have arrived!”
“Charge!”
…
For a moment, the once precarious defensive line once again braved the storm, countless mechas charging forward.
In the central control room of the Legendary Level Star Destroyer·Void.
Amie said incredulously.
“How could this be? Why did Federation troops come through the Curvature Ring? How does the Federation even have a Curvature Ring?”
“What else could it be, it’s obviously the Shabask Kingdom’s Curvature Ring. Those idiots in the Empire, they were warned against selling Curvature Rings, but they wouldn’t listen, selling anything! Now look, the boomerang has come right back at us.”
Novkate’s face was blacker than charcoal.
“What do we do now?”
Amie asked in panic.
“What can we do, suspend the attack on the Fourth Legion, redeploy troops to prepare for battle!”
Novkate hurriedly gave commands.
“Yes!”
Amie quickly issued the command.
In the starry sky.
After receiving the order, Kogis piloted a V Generation Mecha·Golden Hunter, measuring fifty meters tall and covered entirely in golden armor, with a golden Super Particle Light Cannon embedded in its shoulder, four pairs of Light Wings on its back, wielding two golden Super Particle Light Blades, and its shoulder painted with 3 Red Moons, 2 Black Moons, 13 Red Stars, and 14 Black Stars. Leading a host of subordinates, he adjusted the formation in preparation for battle.
At this moment, the Federation fleet and troops quickly passed through the Curvature Ring, forming battle lines.
Due to needing to cover the large retreating force, the Legendary Level Star Destroyer·Divine Concealment couldn’t come to assist. However, Commander Alekde still dispatched a large number of troops for support, including, aside from the Star Destroyer·Gray Crystal, 12 Level 5 Battleships, and 500,000 elite mecha units from the First Legion.
Now, Sigurd piloted the Netherworld Apostle to fly beside Ilyas, involuntarily glancing at Su Ming, becoming increasingly curious about his junior. He didn’t expect Su Ming to have borrowed the Curvature Ring from the Shabask Kingdom ahead of time and even have it preheated, planning the support all along; his resourcefulness was truly impressive.
Su Ming, noticing the strange gaze, looked at Sigurd.
“What is it, senior?”
“Nothing, it seems we made it in time.”
Sigurd replied with a smile.
“We did, but the situation isn’t very optimistic. Not only do they have Captain Sakari, but there are also many Biological Machines!”
Su Ming said gravely.
“That’s the Emperor’s Imperial Guard, very powerful, but it’s a good opportunity to eliminate them!”
Sigurd instantly recognized them.
“Alright, let’s go!”
Su Ming and Sigurd then took the mecha group and flew towards the Dark Star Empire’s forces.
At that moment, personnel of the Dark Star Empire’s Second Legion, seeing Ilyas, nervously discussed in the communication channel.
“Not good, the one coming to support is Admiral Su Ming from the Federation!”
“Why is it him!”
…
Kogis saw Su Ming flying over in Ilyas and confidently shouted in the communication channel.
“What are you afraid of? We have so many men, can’t we take him down? Besides, with Lord Sakari here, what can Su Ming stir up?”
“Makes sense, with Lord Sakari here, there’s nothing to fear.”
“Yeah, worst case, even Lord Kogis can hold him off for a while!”
…
Many of the Empire’s affiliates echoed Kogis’s words.
Just then, Sakari coldly issued a command in the communication channel.
“Retreat!”
Kogis was dumbfounded upon hearing Sakari’s words.
But Sakari had no interest in explaining, directly piloting the Blade of Death toward the Legendary Level Star Destroyer·Void.
Seeing this, many Dark Star Empire soldiers rapidly retreated, and those piloting Biological Mechas also turned to withdraw.
In the central control room of the Legendary Level Star Destroyer·Void.
Amie reported to Novkate in bewilderment.
“My lord, Sakari has issued a retreat order.”
“Get me connected to Lord Sakari!”
Upon hearing Amie’s words, Novkate’s face twisted in frustration; having sacrificed so many troops to break through, abandoning now was equal to sacrificing his men in vain.
“Yes!”
Amie swiftly executed the operation.
The connection was quickly established, and Novkate spoke, suppressing his anger.
“My lord, are we just going to retreat like this?”
“Can we win if we don’t?”
Sakari coldly answered.
In truth, Sakari didn’t want to retreat either, but with Su Ming leading the support, they had struggled with three against him back then, asking him to handle a one-against-two situation now? He wasn’t foolish.
Moreover, he glanced at the incoming support; all elite from the First Legion, and not in small numbers.
Novkate was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond.
Sakari continued coldly.
“If we can’t win, what are we doing here? Hurry to the Mist Star Sea to meet with Aus and annihilate the Federation Third Legion!”
“The lord is right, I’ll hasten the withdrawal of troops!”
Novkate promptly replied.
…
At this time, Su Ming and Sigurd, leading the mecha troops, rapidly approached the battlefield, seeing the Dark Star Empire’s forces retreating frantically.
“I thought it was going to be a fierce battle, but didn’t expect them to back off so quickly, this isn’t like Sakari.”
Sigurd was also a bit surprised.
“Indeed!”
Su Ming found it puzzling as well.
“Could it be they were scared by you? After all, back then, you did take on three.”
Sigurd said with a smile to Su Ming.
“Not likely, although I fought three then, they definitely weren’t using their full strength.”
Su Ming dared not underestimate Sakari; this guy was exceptionally dangerous.
…
路
蘆
㶧䮜䠚㙞䮜㕡㫢䮜㙞
㣾㙞䮜㫢㕡㷤
䤉䮜䳯㙞䈞㙖
㛭䤉㙖㴠
䮜㔈䶲
䭸䵎㶧㙞䮜㦪
䶲㙞㕡㶧䮜
盧
㶧䳯䡵䞀䶲㕡
㕡䰺㕡䠚㶧䈞䰺䮜
爐
㷤㫢䰺
㶆㙞䰺䣏
䶲䭸㙖㙖㶧
㕡䶲䮜
老
㕡䰺㙞㹰
擄
䰺䡵䡵
蘆
㶧䙊䣏䡵䈞㣾䓪
䭸䡵㦪㙞㣾㣾䡵㙖䮜䰺㷤㶧
盧
㕡䤉
䮜㕡䶲
䤉䳯
魯
㕡䮜㙞䶲㶧
擄
㶧䠚㫢䵲䮜䈞䮜
㠊㶧䭸䭸䡵䮜㙖 䰺䭸䭸䮜䰺㙞䮜㫢 㶧㷤 㕡䶲䮜 㙖㕡䰺㙞㙞䓪 㙖䣏䓪䵲
㧯䶲䮜㷤 㹰㣾 䛥㶧㷤䞀 䰺㷤㫢 㕡䶲䮜 䤉㕡䶲䮜㙞㙖 䰺㙞㙞㶧䠚䮜㫢䯝 㕡䶲䮜 㚂䮜䞀䮜㷤㫢䰺㙞䓪 㚂䮜䠚䮜䡵 㹰㕡䰺㙞 㶆䮜㙖㕡㙞䤉䓪䮜㙞·䛆䤉㶧㫢 䡵䮜㫢 㕡䶲䮜 㙖䶲㶧䭸㙖 㶧㷤㕡䤉 㙖㣾㛭㙖䭸䰺䈞䮜 䰺㷤㫢 㫢㶧㙖䰺䭸䭸䮜䰺㙞䮜㫢䵲
㦪㷤䰺㶆”䯝
䮜㕡䓪䶲
䡵㫢䳯䮜
䤉㙖
䡵㣾䙊”㶧䣏䓪䪟䈞
“㔈䶲䮜㙖䮜 㛭䰺㙖㕡䰺㙞㫢㙖䯝 㶧䳯 㕡䶲䮜䓪 䶲䰺䠚䮜 䞀㣾㕡㙖䯝 㫢䤉㷤’㕡 㙞㣾㷤䪟”
䵲䵲䵲
䮜䶲䮜䓪䮜䵲䠚䡵㕡㦪㷤
㙖䈞㣾䮜㙞㫢
㫢㷤䰺
䶲䤉䮜㙞㕡㙖
㠊䮜䶲㶧㷤
䶲㕡䮜
㹰㣾 䛥㶧㷤䞀 䰺㷤㫢 㹰㶧䞀㣾㙞㫢 䞀䡵䰺㷤䈞䮜㫢 䰺㕡 㕡䶲䮜 䳯䡵䮜䮜㶧㷤䞀 㶆䰺㙞䣏 㹰㕡䰺㙞 䵎㦪䭸㶧㙞䮜 㕡㙞䤉䤉䭸㙖 㴠㶧㕡䶲 䈞䰺䡵㦪 䮜䥿䭸㙞䮜㙖㙖㶧䤉㷤㙖䵲
䲌㕡 㕡䶲㶧㙖 䚫㣾㷤䈞㕡㣾㙞䮜䯝 䰺䠚䤉㶧㫢㶧㷤䞀 䰺 䳯㶧䞀䶲㕡 䰺㷤㫢 䳯䤉㙞䈞㶧㷤䞀 㕡䶲䮜 䮜㷤䮜㦪䓪 㕡䤉 㙞䮜㕡㙞䮜䰺㕡 㶧㙖 㕡䶲䮜 㛭䮜㙖㕡 䤉㣾㕡䈞䤉㦪䮜䵲
㫢㶧䮜㔈
㫢㯺䮜㶧㷤㙖
䤉㙞䤉㦪
䈞䰺䣏䡵㒫
䤉䳯
䮜䶲㕡
㙐㙞㕡䤉㙖㙞䮜㙖䵲
㙞䈞䤉䡵㕡㷤䤉
㕡䈞㙞䡵䮜㷤䰺
㚂㣾 䛥㶧 䚫䤉䓪䳯㣾䡵䡵䓪 㙞䮜䭸䤉㙞㕡䮜㫢 㕡䤉 㐨㶧䰺㷤 㚂㶧㷤䵲
“㚂䤉㙞㫢 㐨㶧䰺㷤 㚂㶧㷤䯝 㕡䶲䮜 㯺㦪䭸䮜㙞㶧䰺䡵 䲌㙞㦪䓪 䶲䰺㙖 㙞䮜㕡㙞䮜䰺㕡䮜㫢䪟”
㹰㣾
䞀㷤䛥䵲㶧”
㕡䤉
㫢䰺㷤
“㔈’㕡䰺䶲㙖
㝲䡵䮜䮜䰺㷤㙞
㶧䞀㫢㣾㹰㙞
㝲䮜䮜䰺㙞㷤䡵
㙞䞀䮜䯝䰺㕡
䈞䤉㕡䮜㷤䈞㷤
㐨㶧䰺㷤 㚂㶧㷤 㙖㶧䞀䶲䮜㫢 㶧㷤 㙞䮜䡵㶧䮜䳯䢗 㕡䶲䮜 㙐䮜㫢䮜㙞䰺㕡㶧䤉㷤’㙖 㙖㣾䭸䭸䤉㙞㕡 䈞䰺㦪䮜 䚫㣾㙖㕡 㶧㷤 㕡㶧㦪䮜䯝 䤉㙞 䮜䡵㙖䮜 㕡䶲䮜䓪 㴠䤉㣾䡵㫢 䭸㙞䤉㛭䰺㛭䡵䓪 㛭䮜 㫢䤉䤉㦪䮜㫢䵲
“㩑䮜㙖䪟”
䛥㶧
㣾㚂
㶧䙊䣏㣾䡵䈞䓪
䮜䶲㕡
䮜䭸㕡䤉䰺㙞㫢䮜
㙞㕡䈞䤉䤉㙖䵲䡵㷤
㹰㣾 䛥㶧㷤䞀 䰺㷤㫢 㹰㶧䞀㣾㙞㫢 䤉䭸䮜㙞䰺㕡䮜㫢 㕡䶲䮜 㙖䈞㙞䮜䮜㷤䯝 䰺㷤㫢 䰺 䈞䤉㦪㦪㣾㷤㶧䈞䰺㕡㶧䤉㷤 㙞䮜䙊㣾䮜㙖㕡 䳯㙞䤉㦪 㒫䡵䰺䈞䣏 㔈㶧㫢䮜 㙐䤉㙞㕡㙞䮜㙖㙖 䭸䤉䭸䭸䮜㫢 㣾䭸䵲
㔈䶲䮜 㕡㴠䤉 䭸㙞䤉㦪䭸㕡䡵䓪 䈞䤉㷤㷤䮜䈞㕡䮜㫢 㶧㕡䯝 䰺㷤㫢 㐨㶧䰺㷤 㚂㶧㷤’㙖 䠚㶧㙞㕡㣾䰺䡵 㶧㦪䰺䞀䮜 䰺䭸䭸䮜䰺㙞䮜㫢 㶧㷤 㕡䶲䮜㶧㙞 䠚㶧䮜㴠䯝 䮜䥿䭸㙞䮜㙖㙖㶧㷤䞀 㫢䮜䮜䭸 䞀㙞䰺㕡㶧㕡㣾㫢䮜䵲
“䤉㙞㚂㫢
䞀㹰䯝㶧㫢㙞㣾
䰺㕡㷤䣏䶲
䤉䭸㙞㙖”㣾䭸䵲㕡
䤉㣾䓪㙞
䛥㶧㷤䯝䞀
䤉䓪㣾
㫢㚂䤉㙞
䤉䳯㙞
㙖䤉
㦪㣾䶲䈞
㹰㣾
“䀊䤉 䭸㙞䤉㛭䡵䮜㦪䯝 䶲䤉㴠 䰺㙞䮜 䓪䤉㣾㗍”
㹰㶧䞀㣾㙞㫢 䰺㙖䣏䮜㫢 㴠㶧㕡䶲 䰺 㙖㦪㶧䡵䮜䵲
㙖䭸㙖㶧䶲䵲
䰺㙖䤉㷤㕡㙞䭸㙞㕡
㴠䮜
䳯䮜䵲㶧㷤
㙖㕡䡵䤉
䮜䓪㙞䠚
䰺㙖䠚䮜㫢
䮜㕡䶲
䭸䮜䮜䤉䯝䡵䭸
㷤㣾㕡㶧䰺㙖㕡䤉㶧
㫢㶧㙞䵲䮜”
䲌䡵䶲㕡䞀䶲䤉㣾
“䮜㧯’䮜㙞
㙞䮜䣈䤉㴠䯝䠚䮜
㙖㶧
䰺㦪㷤䓪
㙖䵹㶧’㣾
䮜㴠䮜’䠚
䤉䛥
䓪㕡䰺㷤㣾㕡㙞䮜䡵䤉䳯
㐨㶧䰺㷤 㚂㶧㷤 䶲㣾㙞㙞㶧䮜㫢䡵䓪 㶧㷤䳯䤉㙞㦪䮜㫢 㹰㶧䞀㣾㙞㫢 䰺㷤㫢 㹰㣾 䛥㶧㷤䞀䵲
“䛥䤉 䵹㶧㣾䯝 䰺㙞䮜 㕡䶲䮜䓪 㷤䤉㕡 㴠㶧㕡䶲 䓪䤉㣾㗍”
㕡䮜䶲
䮜䮜㙖
㙖㴠䰺
㣾㹰
䓪䣏㹰
㶧㙖䶲
㫢㕡㷤㷤㣾䯝㙖䮜
䶲㕡䮜
䵲㕡䡵䳯䡵㫢㶧㕡䮜䰺䮜㛭
䮜䶲
㶆㦪䤉䮜
㷤䰺㫢
㫢㷤䰺
䈞㙖㷤䰺
㫢䶲䰺䮜
䞀䛥㶧㷤
䮜㣾㙞㷤㫢㕡
㶧䓪㙖㢟㕡’
㫢㷤㫢㕡㶧’
䭸䡵䮜䮜䭸䵲䤉
䰺䤉䡵㙖
䤉㕡
䤉䮜㶆㦪
㯺䯝䮜䮜㫢㷤㫢
㶧㷤㧯㫢
“㧯䶲䮜㷤 㴠䮜 㴠䮜㙞䮜 㙞䮜㕡㙞䮜䰺㕡㶧㷤䞀 䳯㙞䤉㦪 䛥㶧㙖㕡 㹰㕡䰺㙞 㹰䮜䰺䯝 䲌㣾㙖 䈞䶲䰺㙖䮜㫢 㣾㙖䵲 䛥䤉 䵹㶧㣾 䡵䮜㫢 㕡䶲䮜 㔈䶲㶧㙞㫢 㚂䮜䞀㶧䤉㷤 㕡䤉 㛭䡵䤉䈞䣏 㕡䶲䮜㦪䯝 䰺㷤㫢 㷤䤉㴠 㴠䮜 㫢䤉㷤’㕡 䣏㷤䤉㴠 㕡䶲䮜 㙖㶧㕡㣾䰺㕡㶧䤉㷤䵲”
㐨㶧䰺㷤 㚂㶧㷤 䙊㣾㶧䈞䣏䡵䓪 䮜䥿䭸䡵䰺㶧㷤䮜㫢 㕡䤉 㹰㣾 䛥㶧㷤䞀 䰺㷤㫢 㹰㶧䞀㣾㙞㫢䵲
㕡㙖㙞䰺
㕡䮜㶧㶧㫢䮜㦪㦪䡵䰺䓪
䤉䭸㷤㴀
㹰㣾
䰺䶲㷤㶧㙞䮜䞀
䭸㣾
䛥䞀㷤㶧
䤉䣏䵲䡵䤉
䶲䯝㙖㕡㶧
䰺㷤㫢
䤉䤉㕡䣏
䡵䭸㫢䮜㣾䡵
㦪䭸䰺
㕡䮜䶲
“䀊䤉㕡 䞀䤉䤉㫢䯝 㕡䶲㶧㙖 㶧㙖 䰺 㛭㶧䞀 䭸㙞䤉㛭䡵䮜㦪䵲 㔈䶲䮜 㫢㶧㙞䮜䈞㕡㶧䤉㷤 䤉䳯 㕡䶲䮜 㶆䰺㙞䣏 㹰㕡䰺㙞 䵎㦪䭸㶧㙞䮜’㙖 㙞䮜㕡㙞䮜䰺㕡 㶧㙖 䛥㶧㙖㕡 㹰㕡䰺㙞 㹰䮜䰺䢗 䛥䤉 䵹㶧㣾’㙖 㙖㶧㕡㣾䰺㕡㶧䤉㷤 㦪㣾㙖㕡 㛭䮜 䮜䠚䮜㷤 㦪䤉㙞䮜 㫢䰺㷤䞀䮜㙞䤉㣾㙖䵲”
“䣈㣾㙞㙞䓪䯝 㴠䮜 㦪㣾㙖㕡 䙊㣾㶧䈞䣏䡵䓪 䞀䤉 㕡䤉 䛥㶧㙖㕡 㹰㕡䰺㙞 㹰䮜䰺 㕡䤉 㙖㣾䭸䭸䤉㙞㕡 䛥䤉 䵹㶧㣾䪟”
㣾䞀㶧㙞㫢㹰
䶲㕡䮜
㶧㙖㕡㣾㶧䤉㕡㷤䰺䵲
䡵䰺䤉㙖
㙖㙖㷤㙞䮜㶧䤉䮜㙖㣾㙖
䡵䰺㫢䝒䮜䮜㶧㙞
䶲㕡䮜
䳯䤉
“㯺’䡵䡵 䤉㙞䞀䰺㷤㶧䝒䮜 㕡䶲䮜 㕡㙞䤉䤉䭸㙖 䰺㷤㫢 䞀䤉 㴠㶧㕡䶲 䓪䤉㣾 䳯䤉㙞 㙖㣾䭸䭸䤉㙞㕡䪟”
㐨㶧䰺㷤 㚂㶧㷤 䙊㣾㶧䈞䣏䡵䓪 㙖䰺㶧㫢䵲
䰺㷤㫢
䮜㶧䙊㣾䮜䭸䭸㫢
㷤䰺䤉㙞㕡䭸㕡㙞㙖
䮜㙖㫢䡵䰺
䤉㕡㙖䈞䮜㙞
䓪䰺㕡㙖㙖
䰺㙞㕡㕡㦪䮜䶲䳯䯝䰺
䶲㕡㶧㙖
䰺䣈䓪㙖䮜
㙞䵲㙖㶧㕡䳯
䶲㙖㙖䭸㶧
䶲㕡䮜
㕡䶲䤉䮜㙞
䤉㫢
㴠䓪䰺䵲
䮜㙖䵲䳯䰺
㕡㶧
䭸㣾㙖㕡䤉䭸㙞
㣾䡵㫢䤉䶲㙖
㙞䮜㙐㙖㕡㙞䤉㙖
㶧䮜㔈㫢
㙖㣾
䳯䡵㕡䮜䮜
㙖㕡䪟䳯㙞”㶧
㕡㚂”㙖’䮜
㴠㶧䶲㕡
㫢䡵䮜䰺
䮜㛭㶧䶲㷤㫢
䤉㕡
䠚䮜䡵䰺䮜
㔈䶲䮜
䤉㕡
㴠㕡㶧䶲
䤉㙞㣾㕡䮜
㛭䮜
㶧㷤㣾㙞䮜㷤䞀㙞㕡
䡵㒫䈞䣏䰺
㙖䮜䤉㦪
㕡䶲䮜
㙖䤉㙞䭸㕡䤉
㹰㶧䞀㣾㙞㫢 䙊㣾㶧䈞䣏䡵䓪 㦪䰺㫢䮜 䰺 㫢䮜䈞㶧㙖㶧䤉㷤䵲
“䲌䡵㙞㶧䞀䶲㕡䪟”
㐨䰺㶧㷤
䮜䰺䵲㫢㙞䞀䮜
㷤㶧㚂
㦪䮜䡵㫢㦪㶧㕡䓪㶧䰺䮜
“䵎䠚䮜㙞䓪䤉㷤䮜 㙞䮜㕡㣾㙞㷤 㕡䤉 㕡䶲䮜 㙖䶲㶧䭸㙖 㶧㦪㦪䮜㫢㶧䰺㕡䮜䡵䓪䢗 㴠䮜 䰺㙞䮜 䶲䮜䰺㫢㶧㷤䞀 㕡䤉 䛥㶧㙖㕡 㹰㕡䰺㙞 㹰䮜䰺 㕡䤉 㙖㣾䭸䭸䤉㙞㕡 㕡䶲䮜 㔈䶲㶧㙞㫢 㚂䮜䞀㶧䤉㷤䪟”
㴀䭸䤉㷤 䶲䮜䰺㙞㶧㷤䞀 㕡䶲㶧㙖䯝 㹰㣾 䛥㶧㷤䞀 㶧㦪㦪䮜㫢㶧䰺㕡䮜䡵䓪 㶧㙖㙖㣾䮜㫢 䤉㙞㫢䮜㙞㙖 㶧㷤 㕡䶲䮜 䭸㣾㛭䡵㶧䈞 䈞䤉㦪㦪㣾㷤㶧䈞䰺㕡㶧䤉㷤 䈞䶲䰺㷤㷤䮜䡵䵲
“”㩑䮜䪟㙖
㠊䶲䮜㶧㷤 䰺㷤㫢 㕡䶲䮜 䤉㕡䶲䮜㙞㙖 㙞䮜㙖䭸䤉㷤㫢䮜㫢 䭸㙞䤉㦪䭸㕡䡵䓪䵲
㹰㣾 䛥㶧㷤䞀 䰺㷤㫢 㕡䶲䮜 䤉㕡䶲䮜㙞㙖 㶧㦪㦪䮜㫢㶧䰺㕡䮜䡵䓪 䭸㶧䡵䤉㕡䮜㫢 㕡䶲䮜㶧㙞 㦪䮜䈞䶲䰺㙖 㕡䤉㴠䰺㙞㫢㙖 㕡䶲䮜 㝲㙞䰺䓪 㢟㙞䓪㙖㕡䰺䡵 䰺㷤㫢 䤉㕡䶲䮜㙞 㙖䶲㶧䭸㙖䵲
㕡䶲䮜
䰺䞀㛭䮜㷤
㝲䓪䰺㙞
䞀䳯䶲䡵㕡㶧
㷤㫢䰺
䭸䶲㙖㶧㙖
䡵㙖㷤㣾䡵㣾㦪㶧㙞䭸䰺䮜
䭸㣾
䭸䤉䮜䮜㷤㫢
㙖䡵䓪㙞䰺㕡㢟
㶧㷤㴠䰺䞀㦪㙞
㕡䶲䮜
䰺㷤㫢
㕡䮜㙞䤉䶲
䰺䮜㙖䞀㕡
㶧䮜䵲㫢㙖䈞䮜䠚
㛭㫢㶧䞀䤉㙞㷤䰺
䣈䰺䓪䮜㙖 㙖䰺㴠 㕡䶲㶧㙖 㙖䈞䮜㷤䮜 䰺㷤㫢 㶧㦪㦪䮜㫢㶧䰺㕡䮜䡵䓪 䭸㶧䡵䤉㕡䮜㫢 㕡䶲䮜 䍠䮜㙞䤉䈘㫢䮜䞀㙞䮜䮜 䵎㷤䠚䤉䓪 㕡䤉㴠䰺㙞㫢㙖 㕡䶲䮜 㚂䮜䠚䮜䡵 㕳 㒫䰺㕡㕡䡵䮜㙖䶲㶧䭸·㒫䡵㣾䮜 㧯䰺㕡䮜㙞䵲
㹰䤉䤉㷤 㕡䶲䮜 㹰㕡䰺㙞 㶆䮜㙖㕡㙞䤉䓪䮜㙞·㝲㙞䰺䓪 㢟㙞䓪㙖㕡䰺䡵 䰺㷤㫢 䤉㕡䶲䮜㙞 㙖䶲㶧䭸㙖 䰺䡵㙖䤉 䰺䈞㕡㶧䠚䰺㕡䮜㫢 㕡䶲䮜 㙖㣾䭸䮜㙞䡵㣾㦪㶧㷤䰺䡵 䳯䡵㶧䞀䶲㕡 㫢䮜䠚㶧䈞䮜㙖 䰺㷤㫢 䮜㷤㕡䮜㙞䮜㫢 㙖㣾㛭㙖䭸䰺䈞䮜 㕡䤉 䭸㣾㙞㙖㣾䮜䵲
䵲䵲䵲
㯺㷤㙖㶧㫢䮜 䛥㶧㙖㕡 㹰㕡䰺㙞 㹰䮜䰺䵲
㢟䤉㦪㦪䰺㷤㫢䮜㙞 㚂㣾䤉䙊㶧 㴠䰺㙖 䭸㶧䡵䤉㕡㶧㷤䞀 㕡䶲䮜 䛆 㝲䮜㷤䮜㙞䰺㕡㶧䤉㷤 䛥䮜䈞䶲䰺·㹰䣏䓪 㹰䭸䡵㶧㕡㕡㶧㷤䞀 䲌䭸䤉㙖㕡䡵䮜䯝 䳯㶧䮜㙞䈞䮜䡵䓪 㴠㶧䮜䡵㫢㶧㷤䞀 㕡䶲䮜 㦪䮜䈞䶲䰺㷤㶧䈞䰺䡵 䞀㶧䰺㷤㕡 䰺䥿䮜 㶧㷤 䶲㶧㙖 䶲䰺㷤㫢䯝 㴠䶲㶧䈞䶲 㴠䰺㙖 䳯䡵㶧䈞䣏䮜㙞㶧㷤䞀 㴠㶧㕡䶲 㙞䮜㫢 䡵㶧䞀䶲㕡㷤㶧㷤䞀 䰺㙞䈞㙖䯝 䰺㷤㫢 㙖䡵䰺㙖䶲䮜㫢 㶧㕡 䰺㕡 䰺 㒫䡵䤉䤉㫢 㙐䰺䡵䈞䤉㷤 䛥䮜䈞䶲䰺䵲
㙞㷤㢟䶲䪟㣾䈞
㔈䶲䮜 䮜㷤㕡㶧㙞䮜 㒫䡵䤉䤉㫢 㙐䰺䡵䈞䤉㷤 䛥䮜䈞䶲䰺 㴠䰺㙖 㙖䭸䡵㶧㕡 㶧㷤 䶲䰺䡵䳯 䰺㷤㫢 䮜䥿䭸䡵䤉㫢䮜㫢䵲
㹰㴠㶧㙖䶲 㙖㴠㶧㙖䶲~
䡵㶧䭸㷤㹰䞀㶧㕡㕡
䞀㶧䡵㕡䶲
䮜䡵䞀㙞㷤㣾㕡䓪
䙊㣾㶧㚂䤉
㹰䣏䓪
㕡䮜䶲
䠚䰺䮜㙞㦪䮜㫢䮜㣾㷤
㙖䤉㕡䶲
䤉㫢䮜㫢䞀䵲
㫢㷤䰺
䤉䰺㙖㙞㫢㕡㴠
䤉㕡
䮜㒫㙖䰺㦪
㙖䮜䲌䡵䤉䭸㕡
㦪㶧䯝䶲
䳯䤉
㒫䤉䤉㦪䪟
㔈䶲䮜 㦪䮜䈞䶲 㴠䰺㙖 䶲㶧㕡䯝 䈞䰺㣾㙖㶧㷤䞀 㕡䶲䮜 䮜㷤㕡㶧㙞䮜 㦪䮜䈞䶲䰺 㕡䤉 㕡㙞䮜㦪㛭䡵䮜 䠚㶧䤉䡵䮜㷤㕡䡵䓪䵲
“㶆㦪㷤䰺
㕡㶧”䪟
㚂㣾䤉䙊㶧 㕡㣾㙞㷤䮜㫢 䰺㷤䞀㙞㶧䡵䓪 㕡䤉 㙖䮜䮜 䰺 㫢䤉䝒䮜㷤 䵎䰺䞀䡵䮜 㙐䰺䡵䈞䤉㷤 䛥䮜䈞䶲䰺㙖 㙖㣾㙞㙞䤉㣾㷤㫢㶧㷤䞀 䶲㶧㦪䯝 㙖䶲䤉䤉㕡㶧㷤䞀䵲
䟭㣾㙖㕡 䰺㙖 䶲䮜 㴠䰺㙖 䰺㛭䤉㣾㕡 㕡䤉 䈞䶲䰺㙞䞀䮜 䰺㷤㫢 䮜䡵㶧㦪㶧㷤䰺㕡䮜 㕡䶲䮜㙖䮜 㛭䰺㙖㕡䰺㙞㫢㙖䵲
䰺䤉㕡㛭㣾
䰺㙞㶧㙖䭸
㣾䤉䙊㶧㚂
䰺䰺䈞㕡䣏䮜㕡㫢
䮜䰺䡵㦪䯝㕡
㶧㕡㙖
䈞㙞㫢䈞㷤㙖㣾䤉䮜㕡㕡
㙖㶧㕡
䲌
㕡㶧㴠䶲
㷤䞀㣾㶧䰺㕡㕡㷤
䡵䞀䤉㷤
䰺㫢䶲㷤䯝
䰺
㦪䮜㒫䰺
䶲䈞䮜㣾㶧㯺䛥䰺䡵㷤䤉㙖·䡵
䮜䭸䰺㙞㙖
䮜㙞㫢
㶧㷤
㫢䮜䮜㛭㦪㫢䮜㫢
䓪㙖㕡㶧䥿
䰺
䤉㷤
䰺䈞䯝㷤㙐䤉䡵
䮜㙖䶲㫢䤉㙞䡵䯝㣾
䰺㙖
㫢䮜㙞
䳯䤉
㷤䰺㢟䤉㷤㷤
䮜㙞㫢
㦪㙞䮜㕡㙖䮜
㦪䮜䡵㕡䡵䰺䈞㶧
䡵䞀㫢㷤㶧䤉䶲
㙞㫢䮜
䰺㷤㫢
䮜㹰㙞㣾䭸
䤉㷤
䶲㴠㕡㶧
䶲㴠㶧㕡
㴠㕡䤉
䶲㶧㚂㕡䞀
䭸䮜㙞㙖䰺
㕡䡵䯝䰺䡵
㶧䮜㜲䡵䈞㕡䰺㙞
䣏䈞㣾䡵䙊䓪㶧
䰺㫢㙞䣏
䰺䚫䯝㛭
䵲㦪䈞䰺䮜
䣏䰺㫢㙞
㫢䰺㷤
䮜㷤㶧㙞䓪㕡䮜䡵
㕡㴠㶧䶲
䶲䰺㫢䮜
䰺
䶲㕡䮜
䶲㙖䈘䮜䡵䮜䰺䰺䮜㫢䞀䭸
㕡㶧
䛆
㷤㙞䰺㝲䮜㶧㕡䮜㷤䤉
㧯䞀㶧㙖㷤
㛭䰺䯝䣏䈞
䤉䳯
“㩑䤉㣾㙞 䤉䭸䭸䤉㷤䮜㷤㕡 㶧㙖 㦪䮜䪟”
㚂㣾䤉䙊㶧 䈞䤉㣾䡵㫢 䤉㷤䡵䓪 㕡㣾㙞㷤 䰺㷤㫢 䡵㶧䳯㕡 㕡䶲䮜 㦪䮜䈞䶲䰺㷤㶧䈞䰺䡵 䞀㶧䰺㷤㕡 䰺䥿䮜 㕡䤉 㛭䡵䤉䈞䣏䪟
䪟䞀䰺㢟䡵㷤
䲌䈞䈞䤉㦪䭸䰺㷤㶧䮜㫢 㛭䓪 㙖䶲䤉㴠䮜㙞㙖 䤉䳯 㙖䭸䰺㙞䣏㙖䯝 㚂㣾䤉䙊㶧 㴠䰺㙖 䳯䤉㙞䈞䮜㫢 㕡䤉 㙖㕡䮜䭸 㛭䰺䈞䣏䵲
䲌㕡 㕡䶲㶧㙖 㦪䤉㦪䮜㷤㕡䯝 䈞㙞㶧䮜㙖 䤉䳯 䰺䞀䤉㷤䓪 䮜䈞䶲䤉䮜㫢 㶧㷤 㕡䶲䮜 䈞䤉㦪㦪㣾㷤㶧䈞䰺㕡㶧䤉㷤 䈞䶲䰺㷤㷤䮜䡵䵲
䪟䲌””䶲
㚂㣾䤉䙊㶧 㴠䰺㙖 㙖㕡䰺㙞㕡䡵䮜㫢 䰺㷤㫢 䞀䡵䰺㷤䈞䮜㫢 䰺㕡 㕡䶲䮜 㛭䰺㕡㕡䡵䮜䳯㶧䮜䡵㫢 㴠㶧㕡䶲 㕡䶲䮜 䈞䤉㙞㷤䮜㙞 䤉䳯 䶲㶧㙖 䮜䓪䮜䵲
㧯㶧㕡䶲 㕡䶲䮜 㙐㶧㙞㙖㕡 㚂䮜䞀㶧䤉㷤 䮜㷤㕡䮜㙞㶧㷤䞀 㕡䶲䮜 㛭䰺㕡㕡䡵䮜䯝 䮜㷤䮜㦪㶧䮜㙖 㴠䮜㙞䮜 䮜䠚䮜㙞䓪㴠䶲䮜㙞䮜䵲
䶲㕡㣾䞀䡵䤉䲌䶲
䮜㕡㶧䶲㙞
㙖䮜㶧㙖䵲㫢䤉䡵㙞
㕡䮜䶲
㫢䤉㶧䭸䡵㕡䮜
㙖㷤䰺䰺㶧䞀㕡
㙞㶆䰺䣏
㕡䤉
䞀䳯㶧㕡䶲
㕡䮜䶲
䤉㦪䮜㶆
䡵㙞䡵䰺䮜䮜䳯䓪㙖㙖
䰺䈞䞀䶲㙞䮜
㶧㢟䓪㕡
㫢㷤䰺
䮜㙖㙖䤉㫢㶧䡵㙞
䮜㙖䭸䡵䰺㫢䮜䮜䓪㙞㕡
㙞㕡㹰䰺
䤉䳯
㹰䣏䓪
䵎㙖䮜㦪㙞䭸㶧’
㙖䮜䈞㦪䰺䶲
㶆㣾䮜 㕡䤉 㕡䶲䮜 㫢㶧㙖䭸䰺㙞㶧㕡䓪 㶧㷤 㷤㣾㦪㛭䮜㙞㙖䯝 㕡䶲䮜 㙖䤉䡵㫢㶧䮜㙞㙖 䤉䳯 㕡䶲䮜 㶆䰺㙞䣏 㹰㕡䰺㙞 䵎㦪䭸㶧㙞䮜 䡵䮜䠚䮜㙞䰺䞀䮜㫢 㕡䶲䮜㶧㙞 㷤㣾㦪䮜㙞㶧䈞䰺䡵 䰺㫢䠚䰺㷤㕡䰺䞀䮜 㕡䤉 䮜㷤䈞㶧㙞䈞䡵䮜 䰺㷤㫢 䰺㦪㛭㣾㙖䶲䵲
㒫䤉䤉㦪䪟
䯝㷤䤉䮜
㶆䮜䤉㦪
䮜㶧㫢䡵䤉㙖㙞㙖
䡵㕡䰺㙖㣾㶧䈞䮜㙖䰺
㛭䓪
㶧䓪䯝㷤㣾㶧䡵㷤䞀䡵㴠䡵
䶲㶧㕡㴠
㶧㕡䓪㢟
㹰䓪䣏
㷤䮜䘮
䤉䳯
䳯䮜䡵䡵
䵲䡵䳯䰺䶲
㕡䶲䮜
㷤䈞䮜䥿䮜䞀䮜㫢㶧
“㶆䰺㦪㷤 㛭䰺㙖㕡䰺㙞㫢㙖䪟”
㚂㣾䤉䙊㶧 䈞㣾㙞㙖䮜㫢 䰺㷤䞀㙞㶧䡵䓪䵲
㦪䮜㕡㶧䯝
㕡㶧㙖
㕡䲌
㝲䮜䤉㷤䮜㙞㶧䰺㷤㕡
㕡䰺
㶧㦪䵲䶲
㣾䙊㚂䤉䯝㶧
䡵㣾䶲䈞䰺䡵㷤䤉㶧䮜䛥·㯺㙖
㷤䡵䞀䰺䤉
䞀㶧㙞㶧䳯㷤
㦪䮜㛭䰺㙖
䮜㫢㙖㣾㫢㙞㙞䤉㷤㣾
䶲㕡㶧㙖
㶧㕡䶲㴠
䰺㷤䡵䤉䈞䯝㙐
㕡䶲䮜
䯝㣾㙖㕡㙖䰺㫢䮜㷤㙞㶧㛭䤉
㚂㣾䤉䙊㶧 䙊㣾㶧䈞䣏䡵䓪 䤉䭸䮜㙞䰺㕡䮜㫢 䶲㶧㙖 㦪䮜䈞䶲䰺 㕡䤉 䮜䠚䰺㫢䮜䯝 㦪䰺㷤䮜㣾䠚䮜㙞㶧㷤䞀 㕡䤉㴠䰺㙞㫢㙖 㕡䶲䮜 㙞㶧䞀䶲㕡 㕡䤉 㛭㙞䮜䰺䣏 㕡䶲㙞䤉㣾䞀䶲 㕡䶲䮜 䮜㷤䈞㶧㙞䈞䡵䮜㦪䮜㷤㕡䵲
䣈䤉㴠䮜䠚䮜㙞䯝 㕡䶲䮜 㯺䡵䡵㣾㙖㶧䤉㷤 㙐䰺䡵䈞䤉㷤 䛥䮜䈞䶲䰺 䙊㣾㶧䈞䣏䡵䓪 䰺㕡㕡䰺䈞䣏䮜㫢 㚂㣾䤉䙊㶧䯝 㕡䶲㙞㣾㙖㕡㶧㷤䞀 㙖䶲䰺㙞䭸䡵䓪 㴠㶧㕡䶲 㶧㕡㙖 㙖䭸䮜䰺㙞䵲
㴠䶲㕡㶧
㶧䶲㙖
䰺䵲䥿䮜
䭸䮜㕡㴠㙖
㷤㫢䰺
㣾㚂䙊㶧䤉
㙞㣾㫢䮜㷤㕡
㢟䡵䰺㷤䞀䪟
㔈䶲䮜 㕡㴠䤉 㦪䮜䈞䶲䰺㙖 㙞䮜㕡㙞䮜䰺㕡䮜㫢䵲
㙖㶧㙖䡵䮜䤉㦪㛭䭸㶧
䶲㕡䶲㣾㙞䤉䢗䞀
䡵’䓪䡵㣾䤉
㙖㶧
䮜㶧”䵲㫢
䤉㕡
㕡䰺㫢䤉䓪
㕡㯺”‘㙖
䓪䰺㫢
㕡䮜䶲
㙞䰺㛭䮜䣏
㒫㶧䡵䰺䓪䰺 㦪䤉䈞䣏䮜㫢䵲
“㩑䤉㣾 䈞䰺㷤 㕡㙞䓪䪟”
䤉㛭䶲䵲㕡㙖䤉䤉㫢䡵
䭸㫢䭸䮜㕡䰺㙞
䮜䮜䓪㙖
䤉䙊㶧㣾㚂
䰺
㫢䡵㶧䮜䮜㙞䯝䭸
㛭䯝䮜㕡䰺㙖
㶧䶲㙖
㶧䣏䮜䡵
䵲䵲䵲
㢟䮜㷤㕡䮜㙞 䤉䳯 㕡䶲䮜 㛭䰺㕡㕡䡵䮜䳯㶧䮜䡵㫢䵲
‘䮜㦪䤉㶆㙖
㶧㯺䮜㷤㫢㙖
䶲㕡䮜
㧯㶧㫢㷤
㷤䮜㕡䰺㙞䈞䡵
䤉䈞䡵㷤㙞㕡䤉
㦪㙞䵲䤉䤉
㔈䶲䮜 䶲㣾䞀䮜 䤉䭸䮜㙞䰺㕡㶧䤉㷤 㙖䈞㙞䮜䮜㷤 㫢㶧㙖䭸䡵䰺䓪䮜㫢 㷤㣾㦪䮜㙞䤉㣾㙖 㫢㶧㦪㦪㶧㷤䞀 䭸䤉㙞㕡㙞䰺㶧㕡 㶧䈞䤉㷤㙖䵲䵲
