In the middle of the night, it rained in the S1 Capital District. The patter of rain tapped the dark green leaves and knocked on everyone's windows, disturbing their dreams. The coming summer was drenched in the rain. The wet streets in the night and the soft sound of the violin emanating from an unknown building quietly and silently exuded a fresh and peaceful taste.
However, in the same rainy night, in those official residences that ordinary people cannot reach, there is a completely different emotional atmosphere.
The presidential residence, the Xishan compound, and the top floor of the parliament were all brightly lit. Government officials and military officers hurriedly interjected, making calls in all directions with low voices, shock and nervousness on their faces.
An hour ago, the FBI raised the homeland security alert to the highest level; federal officers and soldiers who were on vacation in various places received urgent notices and quickly assembled to the four military districts; seventeen space military bases, including the Crescent Base, entered a state of war. ; In the dark universe, the fleets of the Federation moved forward at high speed to the designated star field.
The atmosphere of the Charter Bureau at the end of the dead end on the outskirts of the Capital Special Administrative Region also became extremely depressing. Mr. Tai rushed back from his home with a grim expression.
Ordinary people in the Federation do not know what happened, nor do they know that for these departments, this rainy night is not fresh, and it is a heavy and long suffering.
When the information was finally confirmed, the tense and repressive atmosphere that permeated the various departments suddenly turned into shock and pain.
Lieutenant General Zhong Shouhu, commander of the Fourth Federal Military Region and commander-in-chief of the Xilin front line, was attacked and killed at the Wanshou Nebula.
The light penetrated the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential residence, illuminating the raindrops outside the building as clear as silver lines. Secret Service agents in black formal suits watched the surrounding movements with stern expressions like falcons. They only knew that a major event had occurred in the Federation. But don't know what's going on.
The staff in the official residence can no longer be like those familiar nights, holding coffee and eliminating the fatigue after busy overtime work. Men and women get together to laugh a few words. Sometimes they meet the President, and they can even drive a few minutes with him. As a joke, they were quiet and nervous in their respective offices, waiting for their upcoming work.
On this rainy night, Mr. President will not be in the mood to have coffee with everyone, and neither will they.
Inside the Oval Office, there was a loud swear word and the sound of heavy objects hitting.
"Who can tell me what the hell is going on here!"
Confirming that Zhong Shouhu was attacked and killed, President Pabble could no longer maintain his former demeanor at this moment, like a stabbed lion, roaring angrily at the subordinates in the room.
His dark face was getting darker, his thick lips swearing swear words without hesitation, his shirt had been unbuttoned three times, but he still couldn't cool his angry heart.
No one answered Mr. President's angry question, because no one, including Mr. President, could have expected this tragedy to happen, and no one had thought about the possibility of even the slightest imperial fleet entering the Federation to carry out a sneak attack.
Director Tai, who had just rushed over from the Charter Bureau, remained silent.
The Charter Network of the Federation should bear the greatest responsibility for this matter. However, all the important people here know that the resources of the Federation can support the Charter Bureau to conduct all-round monitoring of human society. The brilliance of the charter, in fact, has always had loopholes.
The most urgent question before the federal government at this moment is also the most direct reason for the fall of the Xilin general star - why was the imperial fleet able to pass through the space channel at the Evening Scorpion Nebula
There was a dead silence in the Oval Office. President Pabble frowned, pursed his thick lips tightly, and slammed the table twice as if to vent. Then he looked back at the oil painting on the wall and fell into silence.
"The question now is whether the Imperials are going to start an attack." Mr. President replied calmly, slowly buttoned up, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice.
"The troops are being assembled, and they can be assembled within forty-eight hours." Admiral Miles, chairman of the Federal Joint Chiefs of Staff, looked a little tired at the moment, and replied in a deep voice: "The satellite fleet of the space base has taken off and is heading towards Wan Scorpion Nebula. Go to the corridor with Gary."
"How long will it take for the Second Fleet to return to its defense zone?"
President Pabble didn't look back, he asked softly with his hands on his aching waist.
At this moment, I don't know if he will regret it in his heart. If it is not for the complete annihilation of the imperial expedition fleet and the transfer of the main federal fleet to the desolate star field outside Xilin, then is it possible for the ancient bell to escape? This catastrophe
Admiral Hong Yuliang, commander-in-chief of the Federal Fleet, appeared on the light curtain of the remote call. The sadness and self-blame on the face of the nearly fifty-year-old female general swept across the face, and was immediately transformed by the strong military will into calm and perseverance: "Mr. President , the Federal Fleet will complete the strengthening of their respective defense areas after seventy-eight Federal Standard Hours, and we are ready to meet the entire fleet of the Imperials."
She glanced down at the analysis report just sent by the staff officer, and continued: "Based on the precious information and his own judgment sent by Commander Zhong before his death and ordered by the ancient Bell... The Federal Fleet Staff Headquarters has come to the conclusion that the imperial They have not fully grasped the transition method of the torsion rate hole, but it is only a limited control. They can only send a batch of intermediate fleets at a time, and it may be because of waiting for the space storm to subside, the interval of delivery should be more than seven days. "
Hearing the military's analysis, the heaviest stone in President Pabble's heart was slightly lighter, and then he asked in a serious tone: "This judgment will directly affect the government's next response and decision-making, and it is related to the safety of the federal government. Are you sure? ?"
"Yes." Admiral Hong Yuliang thought for a moment and replied, "This is just an insidious sneak attack by the imperial people, not a precursor to a major attack."
"I support the judgment of the fleet." Admiral Miles added tiredly: "If the imperial people have been able to fully master the space channel technology, according to the emperor's brutal and gambling character, he will definitely dispatch all the fleets at one time, and put the This most precious first sneak attack opportunity is on S1."
There was silence in the Oval Office again. President Pabble turned around and looked at the important ministers of the federal government and said, "The government's top priority now is to stabilize the situation in Xilin."
When the fierce tiger in Xilin died, how would the brave soldiers under his command, as well as the ordinary Xilin people who loved and respected the Zhong family, react
"A press conference was held in the early morning, and I came to announce this sad news to the people of the Commonwealth, especially the people of Xilin."
Mr. President took a deep breath, a hint of perseverance flashed on his dark face, put his hands on the desk, leaned forward slightly, and said in a solemn tone: "No matter how despicable the imperial people are, they can't disrupt the pace of the Federation. , they can't stop us, they just inspire us."
"I ordered that the President's special fund within three years will be invested in advance into the construction and improvement of the advance base. The Ministry of Defense must come up with the final forming plan within one month, and the production of the final assembly base and various supporting companies must be accelerated, and no one can Delay this for any excuse or I will take him to court martial."
President Pabble looked at the people in the Oval Office and said, "We have declared war on the Empire, so let's advance the war on their land."
"I unconditionally support the instructions of His Excellency the President." On the remote light screen, Federal Vice President Byron took the lead to express his support, and said solemnly: "Tomorrow I will convene an emergency meeting of the Federal Parliament and submit a request to pass the secondary military control. ."
A black armchair and a black funny little round hat were worn on the head of the old man in Liyuan Palace.
This old man is a real federal financial oligarch, because the federal financial community will always have only the leader or master of the Tie Suanli family, and the object of their struggle will always be the federal government and the president with the highest power in the official residence.
As a patriarch of the Seven Great Families with a cold taste of money and numbers flowing in every pore, Liyuan Palace has rarely been moved by anything over the years. Even the federal government has forcibly passed the financial integration algorithm on Parliament Hill in order to crack down on the Li family. On that day, the wrinkles on his face were still like sleeping.
Today, however, the wrinkles on his face began to pile up like the loess washed by the river, piling up complex and sentimental thoughts.
Thinking of the previous phone calls with several other old friends, the old man of Liyuan Palace said to himself with mixed emotions: "It's going to rain, the Federation is going to fight, no one can stop it, it's just a tiger, you're going. So suddenly, such a big family business is only a problem."
Don't worry about the back mountain.
Mrs. Tai stopped her hand chopping the onion and took off her goggles. She has been feeling a little restless today, those eyes are a little sad because of the onion or the news.
"It has been confirmed, the news is true." Tai Zhiyuan, who was thin, stood in the light rain and night wind on the terrace by the lake, looked at his mother with a lonely expression, and said, "Please check this matter, I always feel that it is not so. Simple. Plus, no matter who the feds chooses to take over as Tiger's frontline commander-in-chief, I'm going to go to Westwood."
"Second level martial law? I don't know if the parliament can pass it."
Du Shaoqing hung up the phone call from the big man just now, and then sat in the shadows by the apartment window, looking at the raindrops outside the window through the curtains, and was silent for a long time.
The enemy of his life died in the fire of the Imperial Fleet. This famous general of the Federation should feel fortunate, gloat, relieved, relaxed or strongly unwilling. However, all these emotions did not appear in his heart. On the contrary, the one was as gloomy as an iceberg. On the cold face, an uncontrollable complex emotion gradually emerged.
Du Shaoqing's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he was about to cry, but it didn't flow. After a long silence, he opened the drawer beside him and took out a rare old-fashioned photo.
This is a group photo of five young people in their prime at the First Military Academy many years ago. In the photo with the slightly rolled edge, there are two beautiful girls squatting in the front row. The Cao Jiaren on the left is now the family of Nan Xiang Mrs., on the right... She is Zhong Shouhu's wife.
In the back row were three young officers. Standing in the center, Zhong Shouhu had a slightly chubby face and was full of youth. Fatty Tian was still a thin bamboo pole and was happily pestering on one side, while his icy self was bored on the other side.
Du Shaoqing looked at the photo fascinatedly, and remembered a lot of past events. She gently slid her fingers on the photo and slid over the girl's face, as if she was gently stroking her who had disappeared into the universe.
Then his cold eyes flashed with uncontrollable anger.