The emergence of aircraft has extended the concept of "air force" for the first time in the state machine.

In the eyes of many military observers and tactical scientists, the meaning of mastering the sky is always greater than mastering the ocean and land. Especially when humans have not yet evolved wings and cannot fly freely like angels, the extremely hot steel and flames fall from their heads. It is simply the most terrifying threat that no matter what matter is.

Among the military expenditure allocated by the Federal Parliament, the United Fleet occupied the largest proportion of funds, exceeding 600% of the Army.

No one objected to this - the daily maintenance of warships and the training of operators accounted for most of the funds. Of course, this effort and return were indeed proportional. Especially the latest "King"-class heavy battleship, under the full power excitation state, the directional particle cannon with a large caliber completely penetrated some smaller planets.

When humans break through the comfort of the earth's gravity and fly freely in the universe, warships naturally become the most important darling. As for the army, especially the infantry in the traditional sense... they are no longer comparable to the era of cold weapons, and they will never be able to receive the glory of the attention of the crowd. Although individual weapons and protection systems are changing with each passing day, and powerful ceramic armor and electromagnetic rifles are increasingly being installed in troops, in terms of the importance of controlling the battlefield, land infantry cannot be compared with warships. Their most important and most basic role is that they only wield carbon tomahawks and machine guns to land on the premise that the fleet controls the situation around the planet, occupy areas that still have economic capabilities and can also dig rich ore.

......

The giant mechanical clock standing high on the top of the building began to ring as usual with the first ray of sunshine on the horizon. People walked out of their own residences and gathered into a busy trend on the streets. The loud and noisy sound of car horns reminded the world that had just woken up from sleep and began a new day of traffic jams. The air that was breathing in the mouths, and the sounds of various tones of voices once again became the only one who ruled the world.

"Federal Daily Mail", "Planet Daily", "Views Comments", "Reference Focus"... The front page content of the newspaper is mostly the result of a new round of parliamentary elections. Television newscasters talked about the weather with a smile, radio broadcasts the latest music on the list, or interviews with a comeback artist.

At breakfast, the guests in the cafe were still full. The waiter and the waitress in white uniforms were busy in front of the dining tables. Omelets, herring hot dogs, ham burgers, noodles of different flavors... The restaurant owner took the bills from the customer with a smile, and the air was filled with a sweet buttery aroma, especially those young people who never forget romance at any time, would visit the flower shop at this time, and buy a dozen fresh roses at a high price for the target girl they are pursuing or looking for. Then let the courier deliver them to the other party as quickly as possible.

The world still rotates on a fixed trajectory. People living in society know nothing about the upheavals that occur on the border fortress planets. It is not that they realize it later, nor that their audio-visual sensory degeneration is slow. When all sources of information are completely closed by the official, even the wise, even the keenest thinking can only stay honestly in the imprisoned circle and become deaf and blind in a narrow sense.

......

Under Zhou Yiming's strong request, the capital star "Light of Hope" was not martial law. He just drew an additional armored infantry division from the security forces to strengthen the defense forces around the Federal Army headquarters. But to outsiders who are not familiar with it, the difference is that the soldiers guarding the posts are just changing from one to two. The inspection of people entering and leaving the building is also more stringent.

In the spacious combat command center, more than ten generals, including Zhou Yiming, were sitting. Six school officials of different ranks were busy in front of the giant electronic map, changing signs in different areas and marking out the latest occupied parts.

"The plan went very smoothly and fully achieved the expected goals. As of two hours ago, we had regained command of eight ** fleets. The rectification and maintenance of order on the local fortress planet is also underway."

"The hiding of warships is far more serious than we thought. Fortunately, we moved faster than those guys. According to the numbers on the report, they hid nearly 600,000 battleships of different models. This is equivalent to a new fleet and is also a supplement we urgently need at present."

"The first batch of appointed officials have arrived at the fortress planets. Within 24 hours, we can get the most detailed data on the local population, economic and resource reserves. Especially Pluto, the Federal Bank has discovered more than 60,000 tons of gold, which is a surprise..."

The hall was filled with a warm atmosphere, and everyone was infected. The latest battle reports kept coming, pushing joy and excitement to the top. With the excited reports from the staff officers, the leaping speed of the hearts in people's chests became stronger and stronger, and their faces were full of excitement.

The previous Chief of Staff General Farken sat upright, staring at the ever-changing triangle beacon on the electronic screen, sighing with emotion: "I originally thought that these planets could never be taken under federal control again. At least, I would not see this day in my lifetime. I didn't expect that you would choose to implement the plan at this time, and it was smoother than imagined."

"We have planned this for twenty-two years."

Next to him, another general in charge of the logistics supplement of the entire army nodded: "There are many people who have given their lives for this. They will never see the current scene, but they must know and are eagerly looking forward to such a result."

"Everyone! We should have a drink."

At Zhou Yiming's initiative, a young staff officer took out a bottle of champagne that had been prepared, pulled out the bottle stopper, and poured wine in sequence for the people present.

Admiral Farken stood up with his glass in his voice, "For those who are dead and still alive."

Another general also stood up: "For those ancestors who made plans, they waited for this for nearly a century."

"For the Federation, for democracy." A colonel standing next to the electronic screen murmured, his eyes full of tears.

"For our descendants and for the sake of the Federation, we will never rebel again. No matter what kind of evaluation history will make of us, we have a clear conscience———"

Zhou Yiming expressed his declaration almost word by word, and then drank the whole glass of wine.

......

The atmosphere of parliament is more serious than ever.

Tens of thousands of seats were packed, god (common industries United National Party), kop (national unified democratic front), fdc (republic federal camp), and all members of other small and medium-sized parties gathered in this huge conference hall symbolizing democracy.

Six hours ago, the military headquarters informed the parliament of the news of the rebellion and progress. It seemed as if a huge rock was thrown down on the calm lake, and the entire parliament was completely in chaos.

The chaos was just because the members of the parliament were shocked by this. Although there were inseparable relationships between the parliament and the fortress planet, many people had commercial cooperation with the commanders of various fleets. But in terms of original interests, immigration to the planet was the basis of the parliament. Especially when the military headquarters had achieved decisive victory, the parliament had no second choice except relying on a strong military group.

No one took the initiative to reveal the news to the media. Doing so would be like asking for trouble - causing chaos among the people. It would only cause riots and turmoil. Even if power changes, major parties would never agree with this practice, and the military would not let go of those guys with ulterior motives.

Member Goldberg sat in a large special seat, frowned, and smashed the thick cigar hard. The nervousness, coupled with hours of meditation and frequent discussions between his companions, made his nerves tense to the extreme and had the unexpected effect of speeding up the burning of fat. Especially from the perspective of Member Rhodes, Goldberg's fat belly seemed to have been reduced a lot than usual, but his bare forehead was still oily, slippery and disgusting.

"Everyone. I have only one proposal——We should unite and abandon useless prejudices. Even enemies, even opponents who have hatred each other, must hold hands and deal with them together."

Rhodes slowly stood up from God's seat and looked around. He was very satisfied with this much-anticipated effect. At this moment, in those eyes full of power and interests struggles, the word "politics" was clearly placed in the back column, and "cooperation" was placed in the front.

The spiral sequential sequence can drive the sound to every listener's ears. People start to whisper, and many people are whispering. Disdainful and indifferent, ridiculous eyes gather from all directions. Not everyone agrees with Rhode's initiative. Even if they have the same view in their hearts, they will not be expressed in the open because of party and power disputes. It is even more impossible to give up their position because of a few words.

"Now is not the time for infighting, we must concentrate our strengths on everyone———"

The voice of the MP Rhodes continued to echo in the hall: "We all know the contradiction between the ** fleet and the military headquarters, and we do not want rebels to appear in the Earth Federation. But no one can deny that this military opposition does give democratic politics enough space to survive. We can win over or get close to one of them and get more support. Now, the balance has been broken, and the military headquarters with absolute power will never continue to tolerate parliament. Gentlemen, we must cooperate and we must move now. We don't have much time, I'm

Every word mentioned here will likely be immediately heard by the generals. They are not suitable to lead the country. Their task is to defend the Federation, not to participate in national construction. The economy is the most powerful force in our hands. Banknotes and gold determine the target of the main gun of the warship... I think I have said it clearly enough. God is willing to accept every partner. From now on, in this venue, we no longer have enemies or opponents. As long as we want, anyone is our friend."

After saying this, Rodd took a step forward and walked towards Goldberg directly opposite him.

This behavior was unexpected, and everyone's eyes were focused on him——The conflict between God and FDC could not be mediated at all, especially Rod and Goldberg. The personal grudge between the two was enough to rise to the level of life-and-death duel.

They were all watching, wanting to see what Rhodes wanted to do? How would Goldberg deal with it?

Looking at the figure getting closer and closer, Goldberg sucked the cigar in big mouthfuls, and the fat on his face trembled.

Rhode's footsteps finally stayed more than half a meter away from Goldberg. He looked down at the fat man who was looking up at him fiercely, took a deep breath, as if he wanted to completely drive away the confused thinking in his mind. After hesitating for nearly five seconds, Rhode's body trembled, and he bent his knees with one leg. He knelt in front of Goldberg, looked straight at him, and said in the most sincere tone: "I, ask for your forgiveness-----"

Suddenly, the entire venue was in an uproar.

A young MP stared at his eyes wide, his face full of incredible expressions: "This is impossible, the arrogant Rhode, he... he... no, it must be that I saw it wrong, it must be that there was something wrong with my eyes."

Next to him, a gloomy and cold voice snorted: "What's impossible? It's just a bluff. If the situation requires it, I believe that even if a soak of shit is placed in front of him, he can eat it all without hesitation. There is no way, this is the situation now. Rhodes said it right, and he did nothing wrong. At this time, we can only form a group and deal with the military headquarters together."

"This guy is better than Terrence. He has a smart mind and is active enough. He speaks very imposingly. The most important thing is to put aside his face and be able to use dignity and shame as toys. If there is no problem, he should be God's next leader."

Discussion, conversation, and various sounds turned the entire venue into a "buzzing" beehive. Goldberg stared blankly at Rhodes kneeling in front of him, and his two eyes that were bulging out of their sockets were rapidly congested and turned bright red.

He wanted to grab the crutch placed next to him and smash the guy's head with one stick.

Of course he knew why his beloved nephew died? If possible, he wanted to use a knife to pick Rod's chest, cut his whole body into pieces and crush it.

Of course, he knew how to be angry, and also had his own feelings and pride. His wisdom could better understand the obvious insults and provocations that Rhodes hidden under the surface of "cooperation". However, Goldberg never got angry and did not make any hostile actions. It was not that Rhodes had some indescribable pressure. But Goldberg understood that now, especially in such occasions, there was only one thing he could do.

Everyone was staring at Goldberg, watching him sucking a cigar hard and throwing away the cigarette butts. He opened his hands and helped Rhode up from the ground, hugging him tightly in his broad and fat arms.

"You're right—we are all friends and brothers now. We have to cooperate and we have to deal with common goals."

Although Goldberg is not good at speaking, at this time, he must also speak words that suit the environment.

I don’t know who was the first to start applauding, and the sparse applause quickly became dense. Finally, it completely evolved into a storm-like thunder.

Rod and Goldberg hugged each other tightly like their closest friends, and both of them showed a look of satisfaction and excitement on their faces. They smiled and had the courage to move forward.

No one noticed that their lips were trembling slightly, emitting extremely slight syllables.

Their distance is too close to hear what the other person says.

"Goldberg, one day, I will make you kneel down honestly and lick the tip of my shoes with your tongue."

"Rod, you shameless bastard, when this matter is over, I will kill your whole family, cut off your genitals, and sell them to the edge to take them to be /prostitute/girl————"

......

Fringe, eastern region.

Meletskov sat on the soft sofa, staring blankly at the wooden table posing in front of him.

Until now, he still couldn't believe that he had become a wanted defector in the federal government. You should know that just over ten hours ago, he was the supreme commander of the Third Fleet of the Federation, with more than 600,000 warships under his command. Everyone who saw him would act like a dog.

"No... it shouldn't be like this, I don't believe... I don't believe----"

He murmured, stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the cabin door. Just as he was about to reach out and press the electronic opening button, Meletskov suddenly saw himself from the reflection of the metal door wall.

It was an old man with a panic-faced face and messy hair.

Meletskov, who just celebrated his 63rd birthday two weeks ago, never felt that he was old. In fact, the advancement of technological power has greatly increased the life span of mankind. According to the calculation method of the Earth Age, he should be in his prime.

Meletskov once thought about going out of the Union. He hoped to gain greater power. The general is the highest military rank that a federal soldier can currently obtain. But he felt that it was not enough. At least, he should be a king with a crown full of gold...

"Dingdong————”

The electronic caller on his wrist suddenly turned on, and the officer on duty with a panic face interrupted Meletskov's wonderful fantasy.

"General, a fleet appeared 20,000 kilometers ahead, and we were blocked———"

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