It was already late into the night. The Special Task Force agents in the garden around the President's official residence scanned their surroundings vigilantly. They listened to the system commands coming from their earpieces and did not relax in the slightest. They knew very well that if the Empire's spies had the ability to infiltrate the Federation and launch an attack on the President's official residence tonight, the Federation would definitely suffer the heaviest blow in history. This was because most of the current cabinet and most of the key members of the Federal military were at the scene of the meeting in the President's office.
Of course, under the glory of the Charter, no Empire's spies had ever been able to penetrate deep into planet S1. The Special Task Force agents' nervousness to a greater extent came from the weight of those important figures themselves.
Mr. President Sieg, who only had four months left in his term, sat behind his desk and signed a document electronically. He then forwarded it to the office. Only then did he slowly raise his head and meet the National Security Advisor's gaze with a trace of sincerity, a trace of warning, and even a trace of pity. After a long silence, he said, "You guys discuss and come to a conclusion first."
From nine o 'clock in the morning until midnight, the discussion in the President's official residence had not come to a conclusion, and there was no way to come to a conclusion. The new generation of mecha standards was indeed a big deal, but it was not enough for so many important figures to spend so much time on the approval of this standard. However, everyone in the official residence knew that the battle for mecha standards also faintly involved the issue of the next president, so they had to be cautious.
The National Security Advisor, the commanders of the First Military Region, and the Second Military Region had already expressed their opinions. Since the Federal Academy of Science's data was clearly superior to the Shell Motor Company's, the Federal military should naturally adopt this set of standards. However, the president of the Shell Motor Company, who had been sitting in the corner all this time, refused to bow down and admit defeat under the support of the scientific advisor.
In the end, the negotiations between the important political figures were not much different from a fight between children. With such a huge interest involved, no one would easily give in. During these dozens of hours of intermittent discussion, only Commander Zhong of the Fourth Military Region of the West Woods, who was remotely connected, and the Commander of the Third Military Region, who was sandwiched in the middle, had remained silent.
President Sigurd glanced at the faces in the room, each with a different expression and different thoughts. He had a very different thought than usual. His term was coming to an end, and the members of the Cabinet would naturally not discuss things as they used to. He knew very well that many people, including the National Security Advisor, were already considering their interests after the next president took office.
It was just like the dramas that described the dynasty era. The officials could surrender and have other intentions, but the emperor could not do so. President Sigurd knew very well that he was not the emperor, but he did not need to be like these people and consider too many benefits. Even if he did help one side, could he still be the next president? In a few more months' time, he would only be an ex-president, and the treatment and respect he deserved would not be reduced in the slightest. It was precisely because of this reason that he had not made a final decision regarding the mecha standards this time around.
Even though the Academy of Science's mecha standards had already received the support of the majority of the military, and the Shell Motor Company's efforts could be wasted at any moment, President Sieg remained silent.
The two major factions in the Federation government had already shed all pretense of cordiality at this moment, and the side that supported the Federal Academy of Science had already gained an overwhelming advantage. The National Security Advisor narrowed his eyes and looked at President Sigurd, thinking to himself, you are just a pile of mud that you helped into office. Who would allow you to play these kinds of tricks at this time?
This teacher and close friend of Mr. President was just about to use words to force President Sigurd to make a decision when a notification sounded in the office's communication system. "Space fleet connecting."
Hearing this, everyone in the president's office perked up. Even Commander Zhong, who had been dozing off on the screen, slowly raised his head. In this kind of situation, if that three-star female general of the space fleet expressed some kind of opinion, it would be decisive.
After filtering the image for a while, the face of a female general appeared on the screen hanging in the president's office. This female general was around 45 years old. Her facial features were cold, and the lines of her face were as sharp as a knife. Looking at her made people feel as if they were stabbed in the heart by an ice knife.
Hong Yuliang, the only three-star female general of the Federation. She led the three major fleets of the Federation and walked in the universe. She fought at the edge of the interstellar system, and her achievements were outstanding. It had been four years since she had landed on the surface of a planet. She was like a meteorite in the universe, full of sharp edges and cold.
"What are your thoughts?" President Sigurd recounted the previous discussion and the dispute between the two sides and asked the female general on the screen.
"Mr. President, I have already looked at the technical data of both sides. I think that the Federal Academy of Science has the advantage. " The female general on the screen looked at everyone coldly and said, "The threat of the Empire is right in front of you, and you people still have so much interest in scheming against each other. Don't you know the meaning of shame?"
Everyone in the president's office was a big shot. Although General Hong Yuliang had a lot of experience and great achievements, any one of them would be able to suppress her. However, she just had to say it so bluntly, directly piercing through the masks on everyone's faces. Everyone in the office smiled helplessly, but they didn't have any strong reactions. They were all very clear about this female general's temper. No one could do anything to her.
"Mr. President, time is of the essence. I support the standards of the Academy of Science," said Hong Yuliang.
"Actually, that's what I mean." The chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, who was also the commander of the First Military Region, sighed tiredly and said, "The Empire is already ready to make a move. The people don't know, but we know. We can't waste any more time on these things."
After the words of the two big shots in the military came out, the expression on the face of the president of the Shell Motor Company became a bit ugly. He looked at the president's scientific advisor, and they both knew that they might lose without a fight today. Although President Sigurd's attitude was still unclear, most of the generals in the military had already expressed their attitudes. In this kind of situation, the president also had to respect the other party.
The vice president who represented the Academy of Science stood up with a smile and said to the general in the office and the two generals on the screen, "The results of the conference have already proven that the Purple Sea developed by the Academy of Science has completely suppressed the design of the Shell Motor Company in all aspects. I can guarantee to the Federation that the new mecha from the Academy of Science will definitely be able to help the Federal Army achieve unprecedented success in the war with the Empire. “
Just as he finished speaking, the heavy wooden door of the president's office was pushed open. The deputy director of the office, Boog, walked in with a strange expression and said, "Philadelphia called."
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The atmosphere in the president's office became abnormally strange because of the words "Philadelphia called." The commanders of the three military regions and the female general of the space fleet began to tidy up their military uniforms. Commander Zhong of the 4th Military Region opened his eyes abruptly, and the rest of the people were slightly stiff. They didn't know if this sentence was true or not.
Philadelphia called? That old man seemed to have not cared about the affairs of the Federation for more than 10 years. Why did he take the initiative to contact the president today when discussing the mecha standards?
The expression of the national security advisor froze for a moment before returning to normal. He also didn't think that such an unexpected situation would happen, but then he thought that no matter how respectable that old man's status was, this was still an important matter for the Federation. The other party couldn't just use his status to mess around.
There was no video, but an old voice sounded from the phone in the president's office.
"A mecha standard actually took one day and one night to discuss. Then if the Empire invades again, do we have to discuss this for two months? Do we even need to invite the members of the Federation Management Committee to participate in the discussion?"
President Sieg smiled slightly and said into the phone, "Do you have any suggestions?"
The voice on the other end of the phone said slowly, "Mechas are used for battle. The data is not important. Two mechas fight, and we just need to see the result."
The president's office was silent. No one would have thought that this great military god, who had not spoken about the Federation's affairs for more than 10 years, would actually speak up for the sake of the new mecha standards. Furthermore, the method he suggested was so primitive and barbaric, and even … a little naive.
However, no one raised any objections. The chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Miles, stood up and saluted into the phone. He said, "General Miles reporting to the division commander. We will definitely complete the mission."
Years ago, during the first intergalactic pursuit against the Empire, General Miles was the battalion commander of the 17th Armored Division, and General Li Pifu was the division commander of the 17th Armored Division.
At this time, the other generals in the office had also stood up and listened respectfully to Fei Cheng's call. For the Federal military, Fei Cheng's call was not a suggestion, but an order from their superiors. They only needed to follow orders.
President Sieg stared at the phone in front of him. He did not feel that his authority was being challenged. Although the scene in front of him was a little ridiculous, and the Federation military did not respect the president and that old man, he knew that this was caused by history. As long as that old man was still alive, the Federation president's position in the hearts of the military would never be as high as it was stipulated in the Constitution.
The National Security Advisor had been silent all this time. At this time, he suddenly said, "Sir Marshal, if a mecha battle is to take place, naturally there needs to be a fair environment. Can we allow both sides to freely choose their own pilots?"
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The battle for the new mecha standards of the Federation, after a day and a night of stalemate, was finally resolved with a phone call. It returned to the traditional mecha battle in the military camp. Although everyone knew that this method would not be able to fully display the new mecha standards of both sides, it was still a relatively fair method.
Xu Le, who had been in the lounge of the president's official residence for more than ten hours, finally heard the news after going to the washroom a few times. This news was not unexpected. It was also the best method he had imagined, because the Academy of Science's mecha data did indeed have the advantage. However, he did not know what kind of struggles and secret compromises the big shots in the Federation's cabinet had gone through in order to achieve this mecha battle. He also did not know that this situation had been decided by the military god of Fei Cheng.
Other than Shang Qiu who had entered the president's office to explain, the rest of the technical team had not had the chance to enter. They had originally planned to explain some of the characteristics of the MX mecha to those big shots, but it seemed that those big shots did not need this at all. They would only do things according to their wishes.
That night, returning to the 24th floor of the hotel, Xu Le looked at the dimming lights of the president's official residence in the distance. Thinking of Mr. CEO's solemn instructions, his heart also became heavy. This was already the last chance they could fight for. In a mecha battle, Nutshell definitely could not afford to lose.
"The mecha battle location has been chosen at the Old Moon base." Xu Le took the teacup and said seriously to Bai Yulan beside him, "The time is three days later. There's still time to make the initial preparations. However, this place is disadvantageous for us. The low gravity environment will magnify the difference in instantaneous power output. Mobility is especially important at the Old Moon base. You need to be mentally prepared. "
Bai Yulan held her teacup with both hands and nodded lightly. She said softly, "Understood."
Xu Le turned around, his eyelids drooping as he repeated the calculations he had done countless times in his mind. He said, "You must force the opponent into an overclocking battle. The Academy of Science did not do enough self-checks, so they definitely haven't discovered that problem yet. Under the overclocking state of the electronic jets, the longest stable time is only three minutes. You just need to drag on for three minutes, and their Purple Sea will be destroyed for everyone to see. "
Concentrating the power of both engines to make an instantaneous increase in power output was an operation that would only be used in an absolutely intense mecha battle. At this time, Xu Le's request for Bai Yulan to drag the Academy of Science's Purple Sea into this state and maintain it for three minutes was a very difficult request.
"No problem." Bai Yulan lowered her head and said softly, "After hearing what you said, my confidence is increasing. I even somewhat hope that the opponent will choose Madman Li as their pilot."
Xu Le laughed, shook his head and said, "This possibility is too small. Previously, the president said that this mecha battle was the intention of the Lees of Philadelphia. It's obvious that they are helping us. How can Madman Li participate?"
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Li Xiuzhu stood by the window with a gloomy expression. He didn't know that Xu Le had been standing by another window not far away, looking at the president's residence with him. The news that came earlier made him feel somewhat unhappy. His family had spent a lot of money to convince the National Security Advisor. They had also used their relationship with the First Military Region and the threat of the Empire to make the big bosses of the Federal military firm their stance. However, he didn't expect that all of this would disappear because of a call from Philadelphia.
"Don't worry about anything." There was only one energy-saving lamp in the room, so the light was somewhat dim. The president of the Academy of Science, Lin Yuanhu, sat on the sofa in the luxurious suite. His expression was very calm as he looked at this young nephew of his and said, "It's just three days later than scheduled."
Li Xiuzhu turned his head and forcefully hid the trace of displeasure on his face. He smiled and said, "It's good that Uncle Lin has confidence."
"I have confidence in the research ability of the Academy of Science."
Lin Yuanhu's expression slightly darkened. This afternoon, he and Li Xiuzhu had been waiting in the hotel for the news from the president's residence. Because of the press conference that the Federal Academy of Science held without authorization, this old man knew that President Sieg had a lot of opinions about him. Even the big bosses of the military had secretly scolded him. It was all thanks to the Li family's help that the anger was quelled. Since this was the case, it was naturally inconvenient for him to go to the president's office. Therefore, he only sent a deputy president as his representative. However, he didn't expect that after waiting for more than ten hours, he would end up with such an awkward result. A trace of displeasure and vigilance appeared in the heart of this leader of the Federation's academic community.
"You rest first. I still have to arrange some things." Li Xiuzhu smiled slightly and walked out of the room. Just outside the room, he first called his father. The head of the Li family naturally already knew about the decision of the president's residence, but he needed to know if there were any follow-up arrangements from his father's side.
The head of the Li family's calm voice came from the other end of the phone, "There's nothing for you to do now. The National Security Advisor will take care of it."
"Yes, father."
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In the afternoon of the second day, Major Li Feng, who had been on his shift from the frontlines and had stayed in the capital ring for almost half a year, walked out of the Army general hospital with a dark expression. Zou Yu had already been discharged from the hospital, but no one had informed him. Although with his background, even if he rushed into the West Mountain Compound, no one would dare to stop him, but after all, he still had to think about the honor of his family.
Thinking about the phone call he had received from the Ministry of Defense, Li Feng's expression became even darker. They actually wanted him to go to the Old Moon base to participate in some kind of mecha battle? Or was it on behalf of those old scumbags from the Academy of Science?
Now, he was very clear that Xu Le had participated in the MX of the Nutshell Mobile. Once he thought of the possibility of smashing that brat's hard work into pieces, he had a kind of desire and excitement. However, Madman Li was not a real lunatic after all. He knew very well that there were many things hidden behind this phone call.
"Father, what's going on?" Li Feng asked the middle-aged general on the other end of the phone, "I remember you said last time that the MX of the Nutshell Mobile seems to have some connection with the madam's side."
"The National Security Advisor mentioned this matter to your grandfather. After all, you are a soldier, so naturally, you have to obey military orders. It's not good for the family to say anything."
Li Feng seemed to have understood something. He suddenly had the urge to beat the white-haired National Security Advisor to death. But in the blink of an eye, he felt a trace of excitement. It was always good to be able to participate in this matter.
After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, his father said, "Our Li family has a personal relationship with the Federation, but there are no factions. We are only loyal to, and can only be loyal to, the Federation. The MX mecha is involved in the great matter of resisting the invasion of the empire. Do your best and choose the best one. This is what your grandfather told you. "
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