There were two space tunnels between the Federation and the Empire. They were located at the outer edge of the Night Scorpion Nebula and the Gary Corridor.
Many years ago, when the Federation was increasing its efforts to develop the West Woods, the Bureau of Proclamation accidentally discovered these two warp holes. After a long period of calculation by the Central Computer, people deduced that the exits of these two warp holes should be in the Left Sky Galaxy.
For the Federation, which was expanding its territory step by step in an orderly manner, the Left Sky Galaxy was a distant and unfamiliar world. Even with the most advanced exploration spaceship of the Federation, it would take a full four years to reach that place. In fact, countless exploration spaceships had been launched by humans to that world, but all of them eventually disappeared without a trace. They had never returned any useful information.
This vast sea of stars was filled with countless dangers. The process of humans conquering the universe seemed to be magnificent, but in reality, the number of galaxies that they could come into contact with was still pitifully small. At this time, when they suddenly discovered that they could reach the distant Left Sky Galaxy through these two space tunnels, the entire Federation fell into an uproar.
Relying on the amazing computing power of the Federal Central Computer, countless generations of space scientists of the Federal Academy of Science had spent hundreds of years to successfully calculate all the data of these two space tunnels. The annihilation curvature of the three-dimensional warp and the turbulent period of the violent cosmic ray turbulence in the tunnels were all mapped out.
With this precious data of the space tunnels, in addition to the countless years of experience the Federation had in using the warp holes, a fleet that carried the ambition of the Federation to explore the universe slowly entered the space tunnels under the protection of the army. Then … the Federation was shocked to discover that at the other end of the tunnel, the Left Sky Galaxy, which they thought to be barren, already had a civilization that had developed to its current level. That civilization did not welcome their arrival and was extremely warlike and brutal …
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Since the first dangerous contact in the last few years of the Thirty-six Constitutional Calendar, the Federation had firmly controlled the control of the space channel between the Night Scorpion Nebula and the Gary Corridor.
Before the Imperium could calculate the data of the space channel, it could never organize a large invasion fleet to break through the Night Scorpion Nebula, which was full of stars and gravitational fields, and the Gary Corridor, which was full of violent ray turbulence. Therefore, the expedition army sent by the violent Imperium could only detour around the Night Scorpion Nebula and spend seven years and a lot of energy before they could reach the West Woods at the border of the Federation.
The reason why the Federation was able to remain stable in the face of the Empire's barbaric and violent invasion was because of The Glory Of The Charter, which was spread throughout the universe where the Federation was located. The two Space Passages under their control played an important role.
The Creator of the Universe was a very mysterious existence. Any large fleet that tried to force its way through the shortcuts it created before grasping the rules it left behind would cause the sky to change color and space to become turbulent. However, this universe did not seem to have much interest in those lowly existences it disdained.
The space storm caused by any aircraft that entered the space channel was directly proportional to the mass of the aircraft. Although the Imperium was still unable to send an army to break through the space channel, in the past few decades, many brave Imperial Royal Mecha Warriors rode simple and crude small spaceships, like ants, quietly and even humbly passed through the space channel under the watchful eyes of the Creator of the Universe.
This was an extremely dangerous attempt. Although the space storm caused by the small spaceships was relatively smaller, the defense of the small spaceships was also extremely weak. Those spaceships that constantly tried to sneak through were like a small boat in the ocean. They could be sunk to the bottom of the ocean at any time and never be able to turn over again.
Even if the Imperium's special forces were lucky enough to break through the space channel, they would be greeted by the Federal Fleet's never-ending surveillance and precision attacks outside the space channel. Only by relying on great strength and unbelievable luck could the Imperium's special forces achieve their tactical objectives. However, they were unable to penetrate deep into the Federation and could only land on the Bermuda mineral planet near Gary Corridor.
During this process, for every 100 top-notch special mecha warriors that the Imperium sent out, at most seven or eight of them would be able to land on the surface of the Bermuda mineral planet alive.
Although there were not many of them, the Federal military would never let their guard down. The mission carried out by the Whitewater Company's combat team and the troops led by Li Feng was to wipe out these fish that escaped the net on these mineral planets. The problem was that these Imperium soldiers who survived the space storm and the pursuit of the Federal Fleet usually possessed extremely terrifying individual strength. They were not easy to deal with.
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The survival rate of big fish, small fish, and shrimps ultimately depended on the size and density of the holes in the fishing net that the fisherman weaved. The two torsional voids, the Night Scorpion Nebula and the Gary Corridor, strictly put the simple philosophical proposition into practice. They allowed the information fragments that wandered between mass and energy to pass through their body freely without reacting at all. That was why the Imperium was able to remotely control the lone expeditionary army outside of "Seven Years." Although the transmission of military intelligence between the two was difficult, it had never been cut off. In fact, in the center of the highly centralized civilization in the outer left star sector, in the tallest building in the capital of planet Tianjing, there was a person who could even watch the Federation's television news.
Of course, compared to the transmission of information with a purpose, this kind of reverse information reception was much more difficult. Although the signals of images and sounds were not destroyed in the turbulence of the space channel, they had become extremely weak. To reassemble such weak signals and send them through the information accelerator to travel through the universe where even light felt distant, the Imperium had expended a large amount of resources and energy.
Therefore, other than the Imperial Military Department and the Royal Intelligence Bureau, which were responsible for monitoring the movements of the Federation, only one person among the countless ministers and citizens in the vast Imperium could watch these news programs.
In the center of the Empire's Tianjing Planet, there was a majestic plaza in the center of countless wide high-grade roads. However, compared to the endless ancient buildings behind it, this plaza seemed ordinary and small.
This building complex was the Imperial Palace of the Imperium.
For tens of thousands of years, this Imperial Palace had enjoyed the worship and worship of countless planets in the Left Star Sector. It had mercilessly absorbed the blood and sweat of hundreds of millions of citizens, accumulating hundreds of millions of wealth. This was the reason why it was so imposing and innumerable buildings.
In the depths of the Imperial Palace, a slightly gloomy palace-style skyscraper rose from the ground and pierced straight into the sky. Together with the continuous development of the dark-colored buildings that covered the entire capital city like a carpet, it was like a sharp sword that drove the subjects on the ground to ask the universe who was the real master.
The grandeur was vast and awe-inspiring.
In the early years of the Imperium, the famous fleet commander Regor, on a journey back to planet Tianjing, looked at the eye-catching green buildings in the center of the planet from tens of thousands of kilometers away. He had once lamented that this was probably the most magnificent achievement of human civilization that could be seen with the naked eye in the universe.
At that time, the Imperium did not know that there were other humans in this part of the universe and that there was even a deformed society called the Federation. However, even many years later, if the Federation and the Imperium were to be counted, this Imperial Palace on planet Tianjing was still the most awe-inspiring building.
If one could look down at the Imperial Palace from a low altitude, the visual impact would definitely be greater. However, for tens of thousands of years, no aircraft had ever dared to fly near the Imperial Palace. There was also no building on this planet that dared to exceed the height of the sword-like building in the Imperial Palace.
This was because Her Majesty was in the Imperial Palace. Her Majesty was in Zhai Xing Lou.
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The architectural design of Zhai Xing Lou was actually very simple. The bottom floor was as empty as the wilderness, and there were only countless giant pillars supporting it and automated transportation equipment. However, on the top three floors of the building, there was a palace that was so luxurious that it was difficult to look at it directly. It was called the Suspended Palace.
The violent wind outside the Suspended Palace, after passing through those seemingly weak but actually endowed with high-tech gauze curtains, turned into a leisurely breeze, causing the people living inside to spontaneously feel as if they were riding the wind. They were so happy that they even wanted to pluck the stars from the sky.
However, the servants and palace maids did not dare to have any such intoxicated expressions. They humbly maintained a smile and kept their heads down, not daring to look at the situation in the soft couch at the back of the palace.
The lighting in the palace was very dim. A young man in a military uniform was half-kneeling in front of a screen. His face could not be seen clearly, but his figure was slightly thin and did not look like a strong and powerful soldier of the Imperium.
On the screen was a brilliant oil painting of sunflowers, reflecting a shadow. The shadow was raising his hand to rub his head, as if he was complaining endlessly.
"The group of trash of the News Inspection Department, in fact, they should watch more of the Federation's programs."
This was a middle-aged man wearing a large robe. His voice was calm and ordinary, and there was nothing special about it. However, when it fell into the ears of people, it made people feel unusually cold and frightened.
The young soldier in front of the screen lowered his head and said in a clear voice, "Understood."
The middle-aged man sat on the couch and did not turn his head. Just the back of his figure gave off a suffocating feeling of oppression.
He looked at the news conference on the screen and looked at the cute little girl with purple hair. He was silent, as if he wanted to find some memories from her eyes, and he also wanted to find some stories from the bracelet on her hand.
His slender fingers stroked the harp beside him, and the low sound of the harp came from behind the screen again, immediately disturbing the sound of the harp.
"Huai Caoshi."
The young soldier in front of the screen answered in a clear voice, "Yes."
"Go and tell that useless uncle of yours. If he insists on letting your even more useless uncle carry out that useless mission, then let him be. I can't be bothered with him."
The voice behind the screen said indifferently, "Let Ambury and those guys who are vacationing in a foreign land take back the bracelet on this girl's hand. Capture her, or … kill her."
The young soldier in front of the screen stiffened slightly. He lowered his head and said, "I've already applied to follow the previous mission in secret."
"Although the risk is high, I've been there once and still came back alive. I believe in your ability."
The middle-aged man behind the screen said sadly, "It's a pity that my dear brother will never come back."
"Prince De Lin will definitely be immortal."
The soldier named Huai Caoshi replied softly. Among all his uncles, only the one who had died in the Federation and whom he had never seen before was worthy of respect.
"Yes, eat," the man behind the screen ordered.
Huai Caoshi's body stiffened again. He stood up with some difficulty, walked behind the screen, and picked up a thorn. He lowered his head and stood behind the middle-aged man.
A servant had already placed the food on the table. The middle-aged man raised his chopsticks.
Huai Caoshi viciously whipped the thorn in his hand!
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The thorn fell, and a bloody wound appeared on the middle-aged man's back.
"Your Majesty, have you forgotten about the revenge of killing your father?!"
He grunted in pain, gripped his chopsticks tightly, and replied coldly, "I haven't forgotten."
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Another thorn viciously whipped down!
"Your Majesty, have you forgotten about your brother who left home when he was young?!"
"No."
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Slap!
"Your Majesty, have you forgotten about the bloodline of the royal family?!"
"No."
A clear voice of reproach sounded in the tallest palace of the Empire's Imperial Palace. The sound of the thorn hitting the body and the painful reply came one after another from behind the screen.
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