Late at night, it rained in S1 Capital Special District. The pitter-patter of raindrops hit the dark green leaves, knocked on everyone's windows, and disturbed their dreams. The coming summer was drenched by the rain. Under the night sky, the soft sound of a violin came from an unknown building, quietly exuding a sense of peace.
However, on the same rainy night, in the official residences that ordinary people could not come into contact with, a completely different mood and atmosphere was condensed.
The President's Residence, the West Mountain Compound, and the top floor of Parliament Hill were all brightly lit. Government officials and military officers rushed to and fro, lowering their voices as they made phone calls in all directions. The shock and nervousness on their faces were unusually strong.
An hour ago, the Federation Bureau of Investigation raised the homeland security alert to the highest level. The Federation officers and soldiers who were on vacation received the emergency notice and quickly gathered at the four military regions' stations. 17 space military bases, including the New Moon Base, entered a state of readiness. In the dark universe, the fleets of the Federation quickly advanced to the designated star regions to set up defenses.
The atmosphere at the Bureau of Proclamation at the end of the dead-end road on the outskirts of the Capital Special District also became unusually tense at the moment. Director Tai rushed back from home with a cold expression.
The ordinary people of the Federation did not know what had happened, nor did they know that for these departments, this rainy night was not fresh, but heavy and long suffering.
When the information was finally confirmed, this tense and oppressive atmosphere that pervaded the various departments suddenly turned into shock and pain.
Lieutenant General Zhong Shouhu, commander of the fourth military region of the Federation and commander-in-chief of the West Woods front line, was attacked and killed in the Night Scorpion Nebula.
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The light penetrated the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the President's Residence, illuminating the rain outside the building like a silver line. The Special Task Force agents in black formal suits looked around with serious expressions like hawks. They only knew that something big had happened in the Federation, but they did not know what it was.
At this moment, the staff in the official residence could no longer be like those familiar nights, drinking coffee to eliminate the tiredness after busy overtime work. Men and women gathered together to tease a few words. Sometimes when they met His Excellency the President, they could even joke with him a few words. They quietly and nervously stayed in their respective offices, waiting for the work that was about to come.
On this rainy night, Mr. President would not be in the mood to drink coffee with everyone, and neither would they.
In the Oval Office, a loud curse and the sound of a heavy object crashing could be heard.
"Who can tell me what the f * ck is going on?!"
After confirming that Zhong Shouhu had been killed, President Pabre could no longer maintain his usual demeanor. Like a lion that had been stabbed, he roared furiously at his subordinates in the room.
His tanned face grew darker and darker, and his thick lips cursed without hesitation. Three buttons of his shirt had already been undone, but it still couldn't cool down his angry heart.
No one answered the president's angry question because no one, including the president, could have predicted such a tragedy, not even considering the possibility of the Empire's fleet sneaking into the Federation's territory to carry out a sneak attack.
Director Pi, who had just rushed over from the Bureau of Proclamation, remained silent.
The Federation's Charter network should bear the greatest responsibility for this incident, but the big shots in the room all knew that the Federation's resources could support the Bureau of Proclamation's comprehensive surveillance of human society, but for the vast universe, The Glory Of The Charter, which was known to cover the universe, had always had loopholes.
The most pressing question in front of the Federation government at this moment was the most direct reason for the fall of the West Woods star — how could the Empire's fleet pass through the space passage in the Night Scorpion Nebula?
There was dead silence in the Oval Office. President Pabre frowned, pursed his thick lips, and pounded the table twice as if venting. Then, he looked back at the oil painting on the wall and fell into silence.
"The question now is, is the Empire going to start the attack?" The president recovered a trace of calmness, slowly buttoned his shirt, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice.
"The troops are gathering and will be done in 48 hours." The chairman of the Federation's Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Miers, looked a little tired at this moment. He replied in a deep voice, "The subsidiary fleet of the space base has already taken off and is rushing toward the Night Scorpion Nebula and the Gary Corridor."
"How long will it take for the second fleet to return to its own defense zone?"
President Pabre did not turn his head. He put his hands on his aching waist and asked softly. At this moment, no one knew if he had some regrets in his heart. If he had not transferred the Federation's main fleet to the desolate star field outside the West Woods in order to annihilate the Empire's expeditionary fleet, would the Ancient Bell be able to escape this disaster?
The commander-in-chief of the Federal Fleet, General Hong Yuliang, appeared on the remote communication screen. The sadness and self-blame on the face of the female general, who was close to 50 years old, was immediately transformed into calmness and determination by her strong military will. "Mr. President, the Federal Fleet will completely strengthen its defense zone after the 78 Federation standard hours. We are ready to face the entire fleet of the Empire."
She looked down at the analysis report just sent by the staff officer and continued, "According to the precious information that Commander Zhong ordered the Ancient Bell to send back before his death and his own judgment … the Federal Fleet Staff Headquarters has come to the conclusion that the Empire has not completely mastered the warp space warp jump method. It is only a limited control. They can only send a batch of intermediate fleets over at most, and probably because they are waiting for the space storm to subside, the interval between the teleportation should be more than seven days."
Hearing the military's analysis, the heavy stone in President Pabre's heart was slightly relieved. He then asked in a serious tone, "This judgment will directly affect the government's next response strategy. It concerns the safety of the Federation. Are you confident?"
"Yes." General Hong Yuliang thought for a moment and replied, "This is just a sinister sneak attack by the Empire. It is not the precursor of a big attack."
"I support the judgment of the fleet." General Miers tiredly added, "If the Empire has completely mastered the space warp technology, according to the cruel and gambling personality of the Emperor, he will definitely mobilize all the fleets at once and put the most precious first opportunity of a sneak attack on S1."
The Oval Office was silent again. President Pabre turned around and looked at the important cabinet members of the Federation government and said, "The government's priority now is to stabilize the situation in the West Woods."
The tiger in the West Woods had died. How would his brave soldiers and the ordinary people of the West Woods who loved and respected the Zhong family react?
"Hold a press conference in the early morning. I am here to announce this sad news to the people of the Federation, especially the people of the West Woods."
The President took a deep breath, and a trace of indomitable perseverance flashed across his tanned face. He pressed his hands on the desk, leaned forward slightly, and said in a serious tone, "No matter how despicable the Empire's actions are, they can't disrupt the pace of the Federation. They can't stop us. On the contrary, they will only encourage us."
"I order that the President's Special Fund within three years will be advanced to the construction and improvement of the forward base. The Department of Defense must come up with a final plan within a month. The production of the forward base and the supporting companies must be accelerated. No one can delay this matter with any excuse. Otherwise, I will ask them to be court-martialed. "
President Pabre looked at the people in the Oval Office and said, "We have declared war on the Empire. Then let the flames of war burn on their land earlier."
"I unconditionally support the President's instructions." On the remote screen, Vice President Byron of the Federation was the first to stand up and express his support. He said in a serious tone, "Tomorrow, I will call for an emergency meeting of the Federation Parliament and propose to pass the secondary military control."
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A black round-backed chair and a black ridiculous round hat were on the head of the old man from Liyuan Palace.
This old man was the true financial oligarch of the Federation. Because in the financial world of the Federation, there would always be only one leader or master, the Iron Calculator. The object of their resistance would always be the Federation government and the President who had the highest authority in the official residence.
As the head of one of the seven major families, whose every pore flowed with the cold smell of money and numbers, Liyuan Palace was rarely moved by anything these years. Even on the day when the Federation government, in order to attack the Li family, forcibly passed the financial integration law on Parliament Hill, the wrinkles on his face were still as if he was sleeping.
However, today, the wrinkles on his face began to pile up like the yellow soil washed by the river, piling up with complicated and sentimental thoughts.
Thinking of the phone call he had with several old friends, the old man from Liyuan Palace said to himself with complicated emotions, "The sky is going to rain, and the Federation is going to war. No one can stop it. Only, Tiger, you left so suddenly. I'm afraid such a big family business will be a problem."
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The back of the mountain.
Lady Tai stopped chopping onions and took off her goggles. Her mood had been a bit uneasy today. It was unknown whether it was because of the onions or because of the news, but there was a faint sentimental look in her eyes.
"It has been confirmed that the news is true." The thin Tai Zhiyuan stood in the drizzling night wind on the lakeside terrace. He looked at his mother with a lonely expression and said, "Please investigate this matter. I always feel that it's not that simple. Also, no matter who the Federation chooses to take over the position of Tiger's frontline commander-in-chief, I have to make a trip to the West Woods. "
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"Level two military control? I wonder if the Parliament can pass it. "
Du Shaoqing hung up the phone call that big shot had just called. Then, he sat in the shadows by the window of his apartment. He looked at the drizzle outside through the curtains and was silent for a long time.
His lifelong enemy had died under the artillery fire of the Imperial Fleet. This famous general of the Federation should feel lucky, relieved, relieved, or strongly unwilling. However, none of these emotions appeared in his heart. On the contrary, some kind of complicated emotions that could not be suppressed gradually appeared on his gloomy and cold face like an iceberg.
Du Shaoqing's eyebrows twitched slightly. It seemed that he was about to cry, but in the end, he did not. After a long silence, he opened the drawer beside him and took out a very rare old-style photo.
This was a group photo taken many years ago when five youths were in the prime of their lives at the First Military Academy. In the slightly curled photo, there were two beautiful girls squatting in the front row. On the left, Cao Jiaren was now the wife of Prime Minister Nan. On the right … she was Zhong Shouhu's wife.
In the back row were three young officers. Standing in the middle was Zhong Shouhu, whose face was slightly chubby and full of youthfulness. Fatty Tian was still a thin bamboo pole. He was standing happily on one side, while the cold Zhong Shouhu was standing on the other side, bored.
Du Shaoqing looked at the photo and thought of many things in the past. His finger gently slid across the photo and the girl's face, as if he was gently caressing her who had disappeared into the universe.
Then, an uncontrollable anger flashed in his cold eyes.
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