The gentle voice of the president of the Nutshell Company came from the other end of the phone. Xu Le listened quietly. He didn't say much, but he was as straightforward as usual without any hesitation.
After being pardoned from the military prison in Qingcheng, he signed a bunch of complicated legal documents in front of General Miles in the president's official residence. From that moment on, his life could no longer be separated from the federal army. As a soldier, he had to follow orders unconditionally.
After a short vacation, the Ministry of Defense assigned him a new mission. He would go to a secret base near the Gary Corridor with the new 17th Division to be in charge of security work.
The secret base was built by the Nutshell Company. It was responsible for the future strategic significance of the Federation. The new 17th Division inherited the halo of the God of War and carried the strong aura of the Nutshell Group Seven. It was natural that the Ministry of Defense and the Nutshell Company chose them at the same time.
This was originally an ordinary conscription that only needed to be ordered by the Ministry of Defense or the First Military Region. However, considering the existence of Xu Le, the president of the Nutshell Company personally called to explain and ask for his opinion.
"As long as the division commander has no opinion, I have no opinion. As for the relevant itinerary and equipment preparation, it is more appropriate for the department to contact He Lei directly. After all, he is the regiment commander. "
"Okay, Mr. President. I look forward to the dinner you promised next time."
Xu Le hung up the phone. In the blue sky above the base, there was no trace of the battleship. This was not 5460, and it was impossible to see the Ancient Clock that was far outside the atmosphere. He quietly looked at it for a while, then held the small watermelon's soft hand again and walked out of the base.
He was in a hurry to leave because he didn't want to spend too much time with Colonel Lake from the West Woods Military Region. Although Colonel Lake wore sunglasses, he still had a deep impression of him. He didn't wear sunglasses today, so he was worried that he would be recognized.
In a sense, Colonel Lake, who carried out the mission of the Bureau of Proclamation at Zhonglou Street in Donglin a few years ago, changed Xu Le's life. The violent special forces soldier, the cold gun barrel, and the angry fist were a part of Xu Le's deep and unpleasant memories.
According to the old man, Xu Le had the authority of Sequence One. He did not need to worry about being accused of being a fugitive from the Federation. However, no matter what, he did not want to be recognized by Colonel Lake.
However, he did not know that Colonel Lake had started to pay attention to him after the assassination in the West Woods Sunset State.
Not including today, not including this time.
Colonel Lake, who was wearing sunglasses, stood in the rustling wind and maintained a solemn posture. He looked up at the sky, as if he was still sending off the officer he admired the most in his life. His expression was somewhat complicated, and he did not notice Xu Le's departure at all.
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Spring, Year 70 of the Constitutional calendar, April 15th.
The Tiger of the West Woods and his wife left S1 and boarded the Ancient Bell. Under the escort of four light-feather-class warships, they embarked on their journey back to their hometown in the West Woods.
At 3: 12 in the afternoon, Xu Le handed over Little Watermelon to Tian Stickman and then rushed back to the Capital Special District to prepare for the upcoming mission.
Almost at the same time, the Ghost Fleet, composed of 57 light-class warships, quietly sailed through the vast and barren star field at the border of the Empire and arrived at an empty place.
This place was far away from the galaxy. In the dead and dark space within 18 light-years, except for the traces of the fleet's engine and the interstellar dust that had been floating alone for billions of years, there were no large celestial bodies that could be seen with the naked eye. The whole background was empty and quiet.
No one would have thought that this was the entrance to a certain door in the universe. Through this door, one could see the world at the other end of the distant star field.
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Spring, Year 70 of the Constitutional calendar, April 19th.
The next day, Xu Le, who was going to leave on a warship, thought for a long time and called Shang Qiu. Shang Qiu said on the other side of the phone that she was very busy, so they did not meet. Then, he finally called Nan Xiangmei, and the two of them met up for dinner. At night, he looked at Zhang Xiaomeng's number that he had saved on his phone and shook his head. In the end, he did not call Jian Shui'er.
At 3: 37 in the morning, the Ministry of National Defense and the Nutshell Company sent the specific information of this mission to his top-secret military mailbox. At the same time, there was an additional clause. Then, the Federal Central Computer provided him with more detailed information.
In the information picture, the secret base located in the outer star field of the Gary Corridor was extremely magnificent. It was like a huge metal asteroid, indifferently suspended in the unchanging black space.
After the completion of this base, it would become the base camp for the Federal forces to attack the Empire and the most important strategic transfer base for the Federation.
The Nutshell Company was the largest mega-corporation in the Federation. 30 years ago, they had received an order from the Federation government to build a transfer base. Even with the Nutshell Company's terrifying production capabilities, they still had to invest so much time and effort to complete the basic construction of this base. It was easy to imagine how magnificent this space base was.
In fact, of the secret military budget that the Federation parliament reviewed behind closed doors every year, at least 60% was invested in this space base. As a result, the government's budget deficit had increased sharply in recent years. From this, one could imagine how much effort and investment the Federation government, especially the Pabre government that had been accelerating this project ever since it took office.
Xu Le and the new 17th Division's mission this time was to ensure the safety of this important space base. Although the Empire had reduced the number of suicidal special mecha traversal attempts in the past two years, and the Gary Corridor and the Night Scorpion Nebula had been peaceful for a long time, according to the importance of this space base, no amount of caution was necessary.
Other than protecting the space base, there was also an additional clause from the Bureau of Proclamation. The new 17th Division's first team would spend seven months to set up a space network and infiltrate the data of the space base. This was to prepare for the all-out war that would break out in the next year or two, as well as provide strategic support for the Federal forces' collective traversal of the space base in the future.
After memorizing the information, Xu Le rinsed his mouth and washed his face. He glanced at the street view below Wangdu Condominium and then went to bed. Before going to bed, he thought of Little Watermelon, so he gave her a call. He coaxed the little girl, whose parents were not around, and then fell into a deep sleep peacefully and happily.
At this time, the Ancient Bell was cruising at level two cruise speed, steadily and steadily continuing its journey. It went around the military restricted area in front of it and followed the passage next to the Night Scorpion Nebula.
At this time, other than a few people on both sides of the universe, no one knew that the Empire's ghost fleet led by Butcher Katon was moving forward with difficulty in the seemingly endless dark passage filled with turbulence of particles and storms.
The suspended reflector on the outer shell of the Empire's battleship was rubbing against the turbulence of particles that were beyond human imagination. It seemed like it could be penetrated at any time and then turned into ashes.
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Year 70 of the Federation's Constitutional Calendar, 27th of April.
The Ancient Bell was still cruising smoothly. The spaceship that was modified from a battleship completely ignored the interference of cosmic rays. The electronic monitoring system followed the program and carried out a flawless probe at a certain frequency from 360 angles. The gentle music inside the spaceship blended together with the mellow aroma of coffee. The people traveling in space still lamented the monotonous and boring life and the lack of excitement.
Far ahead, in the space at the edge of the Night Scorpion Nebula, there was a strange change.
Waves of dim light suddenly appeared in the calm space. These light waves appeared for a very short time and then disappeared in an instant. It was like a hard metal membrane that was knocked by the delicate fingers of a baby.
A pure black metal horn quietly penetrated the membrane and came to this part of the universe. Then, the object behind the metal horn also penetrated the membrane and gradually revealed the appearance of a battleship.
The second battleship, the third battleship … Dozens of Empire's battleships penetrated the membrane that didn't actually exist and appeared in the universe of the Federation in a dark and cold manner. A cold and indifferent aura spread out in the space.
These Empire's battleships that forced their way through the space passage trembled violently because of the strong space pressure. It was like they finally arrived in the universe of the Federation and smelled the scent of the enemy. They were so excited and nervous that they couldn't control themselves.
In the space inside the fleet of Empire's battleships, countless excited screams and exclamations were echoing. The porthole panels were not closed. The soldiers of the Empire watched the scene outside the battleships through the light curtain and truly felt the greatness of a certain history that was happening. They discovered that this strange universe that belonged to the people of the Federation was as beautiful and moving as their hometown.
Different from the shock and speechlessness of the ordinary soldiers, the officers of the Ghost Fleet of the Empire forcibly suppressed the excitement in their hearts and nervously devoted themselves to their work under the stern reprimand of their superiors. They knew very well that it was one thing to pass through the space passage, but it was another difficult task to not be discovered by The Glory Of The Charter of the Federation.
In the past, the Empire could only teleport objects of low quality, such as the mini spaceships of the mecha warriors. These mini spaceships had a high possibility of being destroyed in the space passage, but once they successfully passed through the space passage, the possibility of escaping The Glory Of The Charter's surveillance in the vast space of the universe was also relatively high. Now, the Empire had finally made history by teleporting an entire medium-sized fleet, but the space fluctuation caused by it was also very easy for The Glory Of The Charter to detect.
"Only 37 seconds left! 35！ 34！”
Sitting on the command platform with a violent expression on his face, Prince Caton coldly stared at the trajectories of all the battleships and turned on the signal blocking system. His expression was unprecedentedly serious, and the staff officer beside him was loudly counting down to the battleship commanders.
“14！ 13！ … Success! "
The advisor turned around and looked at Duke Carlton as he reported in excitement.
Prince Caton's expression didn't change, but his entire body relaxed. A cruel expression flashed across his chubby face, and he murmured to himself in his mind, "People of the Federation, groan in pain. Prince Doehring will be immortal, but you will have to pay the price for this hatred."
Relying on the chip and related information that Macklin sent back to the Empire, and relying on the intelligence of the last seed that the Empire hid in the Federation, the Empire made the most accurate calculation of the density of the net that the Bureau of Proclamation of the Federation set up outside the space passage. In an extremely short amount of time, dozens of light battleships turned on all of their engines and forcefully changed their trajectories, driving into the only dark gap that was shining in the light.
The background of the universe was dark, and the ghost-like fleet of the Empire formed a long and narrow line in the universe of the Federation, twisting and moving forward like a poisonous snake, avoiding the invisible dangers and preparing to launch the most vicious and sudden attack on the target that was about to pass by.
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