Although he was already the Chief of Staff of the Federal General Staff, Zhou Yiming could not control the entire military headquarters. Everyone here, including General Farken, had a fearful power. Of course, they all had the same will when dealing with problems such as empire threats and wars.

"Sending military judges and internal affairs is equivalent to implementing military control over immigrant planets. Coupled with the power of temporary execution and military courts... This can easily arouse public disgust... Zhou, I can understand your inner anger and your urgency to solve the problem as soon as possible. But isn't it too tough to do this?"

A gray-haired general asked in confusion.

"We don't have much time to wait. The "Wrath of Heaven" fortress cannot last long, and the second line of defense still has 40% of military facilities and soldiers not in place. As for the third line of defense at the forefront of the immigrant planet... I believe that even if I don't say it, everyone will know it very well. It's simply a line on paper. There is no cosmic alert, no electronic monitoring device, let alone a large air-to-air turret and excitement fleet. Not to mention! Our military production capacity is indeed better than the empire, and the number of warships accumulated in the warehouse is enough to form twenty standard fleets. Even the warships produced every month are about 12% more than the Pan-United Nations. But we have no soldiers to start them, and there are not enough personnel to operate. Gentlemen, if you want to change this situation, you must be hardened, pick up your knife, and kill a group of people... Their heads are the most effective tools to deter and coerce the waiters-and-sees---"

By the standards of a soldier, Zhou Yiming's figure is not tall, but his existence at this moment makes everyone have a weight that cannot be ignored. In fact, similar ideas have appeared in many people's minds. However, passing by in a flash and becoming reality in the end are two self-evident concepts.

"Without oppression, the orders on paper will never be truly executed. Bureaucracy and the survival of the Earth Federation. This is a multiple-choice question that everyone knows the answer. I don't want to talk about damn democracy, nor do I want to repeat the words I just said. Gentlemen, this is nothing about good and evil, I care entirely about my understanding of the word "responsibility". If saving the Federation requires the most fierce and cruel butcher, then... I will pick up that knife."

There was silence in the hall, and the generals looked at each other. After a few minutes, they raised their right hands at the same time.

......

Immigration Planet n76, 9:00 am.

When Major Scowwien walked into the Office of the Minister of Civil Affairs of Planet, Miles was having breakfast.

A large butter-baked fresh grouper was placed in the plate, next to it was half a lemon that had been cut and was ready to drizzle with sour sauce. The pepper in the bottle should be freshly ground high-end. The hot bread smells aroma, and the expensive white porcelain bowl contains pickled salad with light beer.

Scowyn didn't have much research on diet. But he knew that groupers as big as that are expensive in the market. At least one-third of his monthly salary would be spent.

Miles leaned back against the back of the chair. His appearance was very majestic, and although his facial features were not as perfect as the pageant, it just happened to make people respect him. It was like a tall person among a group of dwarfs with a tall figure. It would always be eye-catching. Moreover, when many men of the same age began to bald at this age or their hair turned white, his hair was still black and thick.

"Oh! Very few officers enter my office at this time. Haha! You also see that I am having breakfast. The ingredients in the public kitchen will always be more than the actual quantity. I can ask for another one for you. Of course, it is free."

Although he didn't like being disturbed at this time, Miles still had a smile on his face, and the knife in his hand was also cutting the fish that had already removed the bone spurs.

Scoveen looked coldly, and he glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was now beyond normal working hours, but judging from the speed of the Minister of Civil Affairs on the opposite planet, if he wanted to enter a normal working state, he would have to wait at least more than an hour.

"I was assigned by the military department."

Scoveen pulled out his bag, took out a document and handed it over, and said bluntly: "As of this month, the N76 immigrant planet would need to recruit five million new recruits. Now, I will supervise the whole process of this matter."

"Hmm...well! I understand, I understand completely..."

The Minister of Civil Affairs' gaze did not mean to move away from the butter-roasted grouper. The fat fish filled every corner of his mouth. So much so that he could only nod and responded with vague short words.

"Half an hour ago, I just went to the Supplementary Soldier Training Camp. There were less than eight thousand new recruits there."

Scoveen stared at Miles coldly, his voice unable to hear any emotional changes.

"Major! You have to understand........................... is a difficult thing."

The Minister of Civil Affairs swallowed the fish in his mouth hard, took a sip of beer, raised his head unhappily, and said, "The Federation is a democratic country, and I cannot make demands on the people like the imperial nobles. Citizens enjoy absolute freedom. They can do anything according to their intentions without violating the law. Neither you nor I can change this fact. Yes, I did receive a general mobilization order and also disclosed the difficulties we are facing at the moment to the media and newspapers. Do you know what those reporters said? They mocked the federal government as a pig who eats and does not do things, and ridiculed the federal army as worse than mercenaries. Well! You should read more newspapers, watch TV, and listen to the radio. There are many people who are unwilling to join the army, they would rather..."

"When will it take to recruit enough soldiers? Five million is the recruitment limit this month. There may be more next month."

Scoveen unceremoniously interrupted the minister's long speech.

“This is never possible———”

Miles stared at the ignorant officer with anger: "Not to say five million, even fifty thousand people are impossible. I have said that the people are not interested in this matter at all, and they are unwilling to go to the front line. I have no choice. Major, in the Federation, everything must be based on the law."

"you're right----"

Scoveen nodded: "It's hard to do this. We need to set up models and people need to have confidence in the military."

"Yes! You should talk to the media first, not here to get in the way of eating breakfast."

"You're not going to give me any help?"

"The Ministry of Civil Affairs cannot interfere in the military affairs. It's like the details of your private life will never be revealed to others."

Scoveen released a very strange smile in his eyes. He strode forward without any warning. He suddenly grabbed the Minister of Civil Affairs' collar and dragged him out from behind the desk and threw him on the floor. Before the other party could fully react, he took out a metal finger condom from his pocket. He put it tightly with his right hand and smashed it hard at Miles's majestic face.

Howling!

Scolding!

Gradually, the Minister of Civil Affairs completely collapsed to the ground, his body was covered with scars. Although he was thick in skin, he was hit by dozens of heavy punches, which was not a pain that he could bear. In particular, the muscles on his face were already swollen. His eyes were beaten to black and blue, his lips could not be closed, and bloody water was oozing under the broken skin on both sides of his cheeks, and bloody teeth could be seen everywhere on the floor.

Myers twitched uncontrollably, his consciousness was still awake, and the pain in his body had not affected his brain's thinking and judgment. He tried to open his eyes wide, and through the blood-red mist, he scolded with a clear emphasis with a crying voice: "...you...you crazy, dare to beat federal officials for no reason...I, I want to send you to the military court----"

"Very good! That's what I want to do."

Scoveen loosened his tight finger condom and shook the blood on his hands in disgust. He raised his feet, stepped on the fat face of the Minister of Civil Affairs with thick military boots, and grinned: "I checked your bank account, and the deposits on it are as high as 20 million federal standard currency. Mom was so stupid——Even if you never eat or drink, you can't make so much money by working overtime for 24 hours a day. Your wife has no job, but she uses expensive top-notch cosmetics. Your daughter is still in school, but she owns three most luxurious "Geely" sports cars... Dear Minister of Civil Affairs, what are the answers to these questions?"

Although he knew that he was in a desperate situation, Miles did not give in. He still stared at the officer who had stepped on him.

"Don't look at me with that damn look. Now I announce that the planet n76 is under military control. The temporary military court convicted you of treason. You will be hanged and all your property will be confiscated. As for your family, you will be exiled as an industrial civilian."

Looking at Scovien's cold and smug face, Miles finally felt the true meaning of the word "fear".

"No! You can't do that."

He tried his best to breathe, twisting his body desperately, and shouted with all his might: "I, I am willing to obey the orders of the military headquarters and be willing to do anything according to your request."

"I've given you a chance."

As she said that, Scoveen squatted down, cracked his mouth and continued to grin: "Forgot to tell you one thing----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

......

In the planet evaluation table of the Earth Federation, n76 is a planet with a comprehensive index of "c". Even so, its population is still as many as 1.6 billion.

More than 40 minutes later, Scowyn had fully taken over all authority of the Planet Civil Affairs Department. With the assistance of the Internal Security Guards, he successfully gained control of the Planet police. More than 30,000 police officers, plus 2,000 armed soldiers, and thousands of staff members sent by the General Census Administration to the planet, became the most efficient machine to implement the orders of the military.

Starting from the northern continent of the planet, the doors of all people of the age were constantly knocking. Facing the overwhelmed owner, the intruder in black just coldly showed the "recruitment order" and asked the listed person to leave the house, walk onto the truck parked outside the house and escorted by the armed personnel.

"This is not in line with the rules. Why do you ask me to do this?"

"I am a citizen! You are infringing on my personal rights———"

"No! I refuse! I don't want to join any hell. Now, you turn back immediately and get out of my house———"

Such conversations can be heard in every room. No owner welcomes the sudden intruder. No one is willing to obey the conscript and become the soldier most needed by the army at present.

The most frequent word from countless mouths is "right". However, the brains of soldiers and policemen seem to have no corresponding logical thinking at all. They use riot shields and sticks to deal with every stubborn resister. They use the butt stock as a supplement to the damage, and then pull the objects listed on the list out of the house, kick him hard in the butt like a prisoner, and put them on the truck.

Chaos. It spread rapidly in various cities like infectious bacteria. People who were shocked began to use various means to deal with the military's high-pressure policies. I don't know if it was because I lived in a peaceful environment for too long, or if I still had an inertial mindset of trust in parliament and "democracy", the resistance was not as fierce as expected, but instead adopted demonstrations, strikes, protests and other methods.

"Catch all the demonstrators. People aged 16 to 35 will be sent to recruit training camps, and those who are too young or too old will be fined. As for strikes and protests... it is easier to deal with these guys - block the entire planetary channel, prohibit food products from entering the city, and stop purifying the supply of drinking water. Hum! I want to see how long can these gangs of chaotic people last?"

As the chief military representative of the planet n76, Scoveen's methods are ruthless. He is a fanatical patriot who has received intensive brainwashing education and is hostile to any objection. In his dictionary, "democracy" is just a welfare that the government can give to members of society and can recover at any time, rather than the rights stipulated by the Constitution and Parliament. His concept of thinking is also very simple, especially for people on the planet. He can only simply distinguish it into two major groups: "enemy" or "oneself".

Forty-eight hours later, the recruit training camps located outside the cities were already overcrowded. The iron-blooded and cruel high-pressure methods did indeed receive efficient efficiency that was difficult to match in normal procedures. A total of more than 6.8 million people were "recruited". Whether they wanted to or not, they had become members of the Earth Federation Army since they entered the training camp.

The heavy metal gate is closed "clang", and the steel-concrete structure has a high wall far exceeding the limit of human beings' ability to jump and climb. A high-voltage power grid is surrounded by a warning tower, with machine guns mounted on it, and fully armed soldiers standing beside to monitor... All these terrible scenes that can only be seen in the movie completely wiped out the flames of people's minds that want to struggle and resist.

"From today on, you are all members of the Earth Federation Army. No matter what you were once, you have, it is best to forget them all. There is no need for weak and kind guys on the battlefield, just cold-blooded and cruel killing machines. Boys. I will train you to be the best soldiers, and girls will become crazy because of your scars and muscles. Now, start line up according to the number distributed to you———”

There are still people who don’t give up and want to use illusory frameworks that cannot be seen by words and naked eyes as their own protective talisman.

"Let me out quickly! Let me go!"

"The federal government has never implemented any military service system, you have violated the law. I. I want to sue you----"

"I'm leaving here———"

The instructor with his sergeant badge on his back, standing in the shadow of the wall with his hands facing the sun, staring at the crowd with his gloomy and cold eyes. He obviously did not want to give these rebels any chance to defend himself, so he waved his hand directly, and the federal soldiers waiting begged forever with rubber-wrapped sticks. Screaming, crying, begging for mercy... Gradually, the curses and anger in the crowd became weaker and weaker, and the shouting at the top of his lungs completely disappeared, leaving only heavy breathing and painful crying. The heads that once proud and believed that they had absolute democratic power lowered their heads, lowered their heads dejectedly, looking at the blood and mud everywhere with a wooden expression.

Training, crazy and savage.

The long-distance armed off-road project was cancelled instead of long-term aiming and shooting. The military headquarters' requirements were very clear - enough supplementary soldiers must be provided to the front line in a short period of time. If you want to complete training within a short period of time that has been reduced by more than 80%, you can only cut off physical and endurance subjects to strengthen these shooting levels that were still ordinary citizens a few hours ago.

"Don't worry! These guys will run faster than anyone after they arrive on the battlefield. Death and blood are the best instructors. In fact, the training time can be further shortened, and the subject standards can be continued to be simplified - just give them guns and bullets, so that they can learn how to use them. As for the aiming and shooting accuracy... there are some living targets for them to train."

In order to complete the military's deadline mission, the recruit training camp did rack their brains to simplify the original complicated training procedures to the extreme. A month later, one million supplementary soldiers had completed basic training and took transport ships to various frontline planets. (To be continued...)

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