Chapter 636: Chapter 51: It’s just inviting Jason to dinner, no rush!_2 The old general spread his hands in a half-joking manner. "Civil conscription?” Jason inquired about the topic with interest. And about John and the other two? They were friends, but he had no right to make decisions for John and the others. Everything would depend on their own choice. Similarly, Jason believed that if John and the others encountered a similar situation, they would do the same. Mutual respect was the foundation of friendship. "Even, an absolute disadvantage.” At this point, the old general furrowed his brow. He was very reluctant to admit this, but his straightforward military honesty wouldn’t allow him to conceal it. "The Moon is just an outpost bastion of theirs.” "Their homeworld is their base.” "And until now, we don’t even know where their homeworld is.” "But on the contrary, they know where we are "They have already begun to infiltrate us, and we have a hard time defending against such infiltration.” After finishing his statement, the old general took a deep breath and fell silent. Jason knew all too well that ‘hard to defend against’ didn’t only refer to the ‘infiltrators’, but also the ‘warship’ that had appeared in the sky before. How the warship had appeared was unclear to Jason. But he did know what the appearance of that ‘warship’ meant. It meant that the Sabie aliens could easily destroy any city on the ground, that they could arbitrarily strike and annihilate any landmark on the ground, meaning countless ordinary people would become mere numbers that could be easily erased. "There were no signs of its coming?” The term ‘we’ prompted a smile from the old instructor. The bear-like stout older man patted Jason’s shoulder forcefully and then spoke. "Neither from Rael nor from me, we didn’t notice a thing.” "It’s as if it appeared out of nowhere.” "And that’s simply impossible.” The instructor said, looking toward the old general. He believed his old friend’s subordinates, after the initial scouting, should have some significant findings by now. Indeed, that was the case. The old general raised his right hand, and a report began to appear on the miniature computer. The report was complex, filled with numbers and symbols Jason had seen before, but more were symbols he had never seen. Why do I feel like I’ve seen them, yet can’t remember? After probing his memory for three seconds, Jason decisively looked down to the concluding remarks at the bottom of the report. It was a ‘living’ warship. It had both mechanical and biological responses. It was not of any existence known to our cognition. Jason suddenly understood. No wonder it tasted so good. No, that’s not right! No wonder it resisted when I consumed its power core. "Warships can be alive?” The instructor queried, eyes wide with surprise. "I don’t know; it’s my first encounter with such a thing.” The old general shook his head. "So, that’s how it could evade our surveillance?” The instructor frowned, took a deep breath, and curled up slightly. His already bear-like frame appeared to shrink a little. Just a little, yet he still looked much like a bear. Before, he resembled a lethargic, well-fed bear. Now, he was like a bear that had inhaled deeply, ready to climb a tree and steal honey. But Jason understood the meaning. If the warship was living, could such a warship transform its shape? What would the living warship look like under normal conditions? Or rather, what could it disguise itself as? What would it taste like when camouflaged? Saliva began to involuntarily secrete in Jason’s mouth. I must not be dominated by ‘hunger’! Jason quickly gathered his wits and began reminding himself. "General Fono, how about the other cities?” Jason diverted his attention. "They are under control; only this one peculiar warship has appeared.” The old general responded. He definitely wasn’t lamenting that he could only feast on one warship; rather, he was pondering whether this meant that such warships were also rare for the Sabie aliens, allowing only one to be dispatched. ŗÀΝꝊ𐌱Еṧ Or possibly, that only by dispatching one could they evade detection. When Jason voiced this thought, the old general immediately nodded. "The staff have already put forward such a hypothesis; we will redeploy the radars.” "Jason, would you like to become a full-time soldier?” The old general looked at Jason with an invitation. "Being a sergeant major is good enough.” Jason replied as such.