The Sword of Galaxy

Chapter 87

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It was perhaps the most absurd mutiny in league history. As the military center that protects the country, the military department showed a sharp butcher knife to its own government departments. Under the leadership of the Union Marshal, it seized the Capitol building like bandits. Those congressional staff who were still smiling and greeting the officers yesterday Today was a prisoner of war, and the whole building was filled with unbelievable screams and cries.

The officers and soldiers of the military department were like wolves that came out of the gate. Using the hall as the battlefield, they quickly took down the military police who had returned to help, and killed nine soldiers who resisted violently and Captain Patrick; The heavy fire covered the intrusion, blocking the command center of the building from all directions—but at this moment, the red alert system of the Capitol was activated, the harsh alarm sounded throughout the building, and the guard robots poured out!

"Marshal! Kaleyan! The XM109 flying turret is heading towards you!" Abel led his men to jump off the suspended ladder from the staggered firepower net, and roared in the sky full of glass fragments: "—two hundred machine guards are coming from Chase us up and down, be careful!!”

At the same time, at the other end of the building, Celia pressed the headset with one hand and shouted sharply: "Griffin!"

The red golden arc leaped from his earlobe, turned into a single shoulder-fired rocket launcher in the air, and pressed heavily on his shoulders; the next second, the XM109 flying turret smashed into the wall while pouring bullets crazily, and the moment it faced the top, The muzzle of the rocket launcher beeped and rotated to align.

-boom!

The rocket flew across the corridor with white smoke, blasting the XM109 flying turret into a ball of flames!

"Up up up up up up up up up up up up up!! Everyone hit the red gate of the command room! Go up!!" Kaleyan straddled the blasted threshold, pushed the last commando into the smoke-filled corridor, turned around and rushed in . At this time, a man in a guard uniform suddenly rushed out from the corner and threw a grenade towards them. Kaleyan immediately pushed the soldiers around him to the ground: "Get down!"

With a bang, the grenade exploded, and broken glass, metal, and masonry hit them like a torrential rain. Kaleyan wiped his face and stood up, only to see that the man turned around to run away, raised his hand and shot him down, and shouted: "All teams report casualties!"

"One person in K1 was slightly injured!" "K3 had zero casualties!" "One person in K2 was slightly injured!" Kaleyan yelled in the communicator for a few seconds, "Where is K4? K4 answered!"

"Report! K4 team leader is seriously injured, requesting emergency medical supplies!"

"There's no fucking supply! Get blood tonic!" Kaleyan cursed, walked over and saw that the guard was still twitching on the ground, dragged him to the cracked metal corner, and locked him with electromagnetic handcuffs. A kick kicked him until he vomited blood.

"Kareyan," Celia's voice came from the headset.

"Fuck me—" Kaleyan reluctantly threw a blood tonic on the prisoner of war, turned around and shouted: "K2 Pioneer scouting and covering! The red gate of the target command room, all teams charge at full speed!"

20 minutes after the start of the blitzkrieg, most of the machine guards were destroyed, and Admiral Abel occupied the control center on the first to fifth floors of the building; at 26 minutes and 48 seconds, Lieutenant General Mo Wen led his troops back to help, and completely destroyed the security system that kept sending out distress signals; At 33 minutes and 24 seconds, Kaleyan led fifty death squads to break through the central control room and opened a 7.5-meter gap in the anti-aircraft defenses on the top floor of the building...

7.5 meters is not even enough for a gunship to pass, but it is an important signal that the impregnable Capitol has finally been breached from the inside.

Thirty-nine minutes after the attack on the Capitol, the news reached the Parliamentary Public Tribunal, causing an uproar in the Parliament.

Before that, everyone was sure that Celia would come to trial obediently and accept any decision made by the parliament meekly—as long as the decision was voted by the democratic system. After all, Celia's behavior style has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people for hundreds of years. He is such a person, and his belief in the alliance system cannot be changed until his death.

However, this time it was beyond everyone's expectations—he turned his face. Not only did the face-off turn over so thoroughly, everything was as unexpected and earth-shattering as a landmine detonated. In just 39 minutes, the entire coalition government was elected into a chaotic and unpredictable situation.

After a short period of confusion, the Public Tribunal announced the establishment of a wartime team, citing the electoral law, and urgently dismissed Markas from the post of speaker. Immediately, Douglas Consetlin was urgently appointed as the acting speaker under artillery fire, and the first order after taking the oath was to launch electromagnetic missiles into the air—

However, it was too late.

One hour and 25 minutes after the start of the mutiny, the first stormtrooper of the 702nd Division of the Shining Legion arrived from the capital station, and eight armed airships equipped with heavy firepower assembled over the Capitol; The blocking interference completely cut off all communication channels.

Twenty minutes later, the fierce beach fight came to an end.

The stormtroopers cleared the way with flesh and blood, and blew up the anti-aircraft defenses on the top floor of the Capitol, and the 7.5-meter-wide fortification gap was blasted into a huge empty dome. The 702nd Division of the Glorious Legion rushed into the building from the top floor, and the soldiers occupied the entire building from top to bottom, just in time to meet up with Admiral Abel, Lieutenant General Mo Wen and others on the bottom floor.

So far, the mutiny is over, and the parliament is gone.

For the first time, the military department occupied the congress building, which symbolized the supreme power of the alliance, as a master.

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Celia stood in front of the paulownia gate of the public trial court, looking calmly at the two exquisite and heavy brass handles.

Kaleyan stood behind him with more than 40 special forces. Seeing that he had not moved for a long time, he couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Marshal..."

Celia raised her hand to stop him, and looked up at the two guards separated on the left and right by the gate: "——Open the door."

Those two guards were very young. Those who can be selected to guard the gate of the public trial court of the parliament are almost all young people with good family background and handsome appearance, and their personal bravery is second to none. Compared with this group of special forces who had just experienced a life-and-death battle and their blood had not faded, the two guards were obviously lacking in momentum. They could only cling to the door frame with gritted teeth and trembling, "You, you can't go in..."

Celia asked: "I have a parliamentary summons, and I came to the public trial as a defendant. Why didn't I go in?"

The guards looked at each other in panic, and for a while the younger one stood up and said, "The Council stipulates that you are not allowed to enter with weapons! Marshal, Marshal, please hand over your weapons!"

This reason can be called quick-wittedness, Celia smiled slightly, and really took off the pistol and the saber at his waist and threw it over, "Is that all right?"

The young man had no idea that the Marshal actually disarmed, caught the gun and saber by surprise, held it like a hot potato and didn't put it down, and after a while he held it in his hand and stammered: " The people in the back and the people behind are not allowed to enter either! The summons was only issued to you, you, you must...you, you must..." His voice became more and more trembling in the corridor lined with swords and guns. If it weren't for the door frame being propped up, he would probably kneel fell down.

"Marshal?" Kaleyan asked in a low voice.

Celia could hear the ruthlessness in his voice, but only shook her head, and turned to the guard very gently: "These people can stay outside, but according to the regulations of the parliament, general-level officers can bring their adjutants to assist in their defense, so Carle Yang Zhong will come in with me... here is a summons, open the door."

—Actually, there is no mechanism for this door, and it can be opened with a light push. Even if those congressmen piled up all the tables and chairs at the door, and just called a special soldier to come over and shoot a cannon, the entire door panel could fly in along with the wall. What's more, although most of the congressmen were old and unbearably old, they would not do such a shameless thing.

But Celia just wanted the guard to open the door for him.

Disarm outside the court and the guards open the door. This is the most formal and solemn etiquette in the public trial of the parliament. Like the accused, he followed the etiquette meticulously and walked through the door.

The guard trembled and almost cried.

"Hurry up!" Kaleyan glanced at the face of the marshal, turned to the guard and said angrily: "Stand up! Open the door! Don't be so fucking stupid!"

This drink was so shocking that the two eighteen and nineteen-year-olds almost collapsed. After trembling for a while, they could only open the door in despair. The heavy paulownia door was indeed unlocked, and the gap was slowly opened with a creak. The sound made more than forty special forces in the corridor shiver at the same time like a signal for war!

However, Celia raised her hand to stop them:

"Kareyan, come with me."

Celia walked towards the half-open heavy paulownia door, Kaleyan looked back at his men, hesitated for a moment, then turned and followed.

·

At this time, the exchange of fire had not completely ceased, and the sound of explosions sounded from downstairs one after another. Small-scale gun battles in various parts of the building broke out sporadically and then fell silent, causing the ground to shake slightly, and people's hearts trembled uncontrollably.

The heavy door gradually closed behind him, and closed completely with a bang.

The huge hall under the steps was filled with densely packed parliamentarians. At first glance, the seats were in disarray, and everyone's faces were still in shock. It was obvious that they had experienced a fierce conflict just now. Judging from the single shoe, tie, and battered watch that appeared on the steps under his feet, there is no guarantee that someone else tried to escape from here, but it is more likely that they were stopped by others.

On the opposite side of the trial seat were more than forty high councilors wearing purple robes. They all looked quite young, and some of them even had white beards and hair. There was no obvious fear on the faces of these people, and they all stared at Celia with vigilance as she walked up the steps step by step, until the chief, Douglas Consettrin, slowly got up and said in a deep voice: "You are finally here!" Yes, Marshal Celia."

Countless eyes focused on the marshal in white military uniform, but instead of answering Douglas, he turned his head and chatted with Kaleyan: "Have you been here before?"

Kaleyan shook his head: "I used to only go to the House of Lords for meetings, but I haven't been here since it was built... There hasn't been a public trial in the fifty years since the alliance moved its capital. This may be the first time this auditorium has been used."

"—For the first time." Celia paused, smiled and said: "Look carefully, this is the real battlefield. The gunpowder smoke and flesh and blood you experienced just now are just appetizers, what you are facing now is the real battlefield." It is our battle, a desperate battle that determines the future direction of the entire alliance and the division of power."

He stepped up to the last step and stood far in front of the judgment seat. In the dock not far from him, Speaker Markas got up excitedly, but before he could speak, he was pressed back nervously by the guards.

Douglas said calmly: "Is it necessary to use this kind of formation, Marshal?"

There is a high judgment platform between them, the red carpet stretches under their feet, and above their heads is the majestic and gorgeous golden eagle scroll image of the Union National Emblem. Celia looked around, her eyes swept across the faces of fear or hatred in the distance, and finally looked at several rows of dense purple-robed councilors, and settled on Douglas's face.

"It seems that the proposal for the re-election of the speaker has now been elected? The Consettrin family, which led the alliance to surrender fifty years ago, has finally ascended to the throne of supreme power again. I should express my sincere admiration for you, Douglas You may not be able to change it to the imperial government or the free galaxy federation, but in the alliance, you are simply a political person by nature."

Only Celia's voice echoed in the tall auditorium, and it sounded like she was still smiling. Douglas's molars clenched, but his face remained expressionless: "It was the people of the Union who chose me in an emergency—"

But his voice was interrupted immediately, and Celia looked at the floating display with great interest, and the voting results were displayed in rows: "Brant Finger, who was awarded the title when the Alliance was defeated fifty years ago Major General, ten years ago for his meritorious service in defending the capital, he was awarded the rank of general by leapfrogging. After voting, he was elected as the leader of the military department with more than 90% of the votes, and was awarded the position of marshal—”

Brant Finger, who was named by him, stood up from his seat upon hearing this, and saw that he was a tall middle-aged man. Although he tried his best to remain calm, his slightly twitched cheeks still revealed a trace of panic: "Marshal... "

As soon as Celia raised his hand, his voice immediately disappeared as if blocked.

"Francis Infield, who was born in an alliance family, did not join the army fifty years ago. He did not enter the army until the capital was moved under the leadership of his uncle who was the commander of the army. In the second year, he was repeatedly promoted because of his outstanding achievements. , became a major general with 73% of the votes in this re-election... Howard Ragnatius, who came from the same family, rescued many dignitaries after the alliance was defeated and successfully organized a retreat, with 80% of the votes Elected as the Commander-in-Chief of the Eighth Army... Joseph Carter, the former captain of the gendarmerie, was recommended by many congressmen to be a colonel and became one of the powerful commanders of the military department. Command..." Celia shook her head regretfully, "Colonel Joseph, I'm sorry, the gendarmerie has been imprisoned for violating multiple military orders."

Joseph Carter suddenly stood up: "How can you!"

"I can." Celia waved her hand, which was a gesture for him to sit down: "There is nothing for you here, Colonel Joseph. Don't talk or move around. After I get the ideal election results, everyone You can go home safely."

The former gendarmerie captain stood still for a while, then sat back silently.

Everyone in the auditorium was in danger, and all the candidates could hardly hide the apprehension on their faces.

Although I don't want to admit it, the facts are clearly here: these officers who were pushed up after the First Galactic War because of their background, connections, factional struggles, etc., are not as good as those who fought with Celia before the First World War The generals came hard. Embracing the thigh of the parliament and relying on one's own military exploits are two completely different concepts, especially when the latter has stretched out the bloody butcher's knife in front of his eyes, and those backgrounds and relationships that usually work are useless.

Douglas stared heavily at the candidates, and everyone subconsciously avoided this gaze. He could only sigh in his heart, and turned to Celia with a gloomy expression: "Your so-called ideal election result, shouldn't it be Marcus will continue to serve as the supreme speaker, right? And you who brought the imperial army to the alliance, do you think you can continue to serve as the commander of the alliance?!"

He slapped the table hard, and the entire auditorium echoed an angry accusation: "It's a joke! Everyone saw what happened in the auditorium that day! In order to keep your position, you reached a peace agreement with the empire. They even brought the imperial army over our heads in order to destroy the cooperation between the alliance and the Dark Star Hall! — Don’t you know how dangerous this is? The entire alliance government was almost destroyed!”

Celia looked at him calmly, and Douglas panted and shook his head vigorously: "You simply treat the safety of the alliance as a child's play... We cannot accept such a person as the commander of the army, and the people of the alliance cannot accept a traitor who colludes with the empire! Marshal Celia, please hand in your resignation immediately, otherwise I will use the power of acting speaker to remove you in the name of the entire parliament!"

-boom!

There was a loud gunshot that interrupted the accusation, and the councilors backed away in surprise. Some of the daring ones looked back tremblingly, and saw Kaleyan, who was behind Celia, retracting his pistol from mid-air, as calm as if he had just squeezed it. Blow up a balloon.

"Don't scare the people, Kaleyan." Celia said lightly, "I still count on these voters to cast a sacred vote for us. What if you scare them to death now?"

He walked steadily towards the election seat, and several candidates from aristocratic families stood up tremblingly, subconsciously retreating. Former Gendarmerie Captain Joseph Carter gritted his teeth and didn't want to give way. Seeing that even the candidate for Marshal Brant Finger was too busy to step aside, he could only grit his teeth secretly and stood up swallowing his anger.

If this scene was recorded, it would be ridiculous—these candidates who were fighting for life and death just now dispersed in panic like vultures vying for carrion, and the speed of their retreat was too late to stop them. Several purple-robed councilors wanted to stand up and yell, but their voices were blocked in their throats before they could come out, and they could only lower their hands in vain.

Celia stood on the candidate seat and turned to face the MPs with different expressions. His figure is not tall and his words are not passionate, but his deep and powerful voice spread throughout the audience, and every word seemed to hit people's hearts heavily: "Gentlemen, the military department has officially controlled the Capitol. The land under my feet has been completely occupied by my soldiers. These soldiers survived from the most dangerous and harsh front line of the First Galactic War. They are the only professional soldiers in the alliance who have experienced the brutal war and are still serving. , Those who have done meritorious service by organizing the retreat are not the same.”

"I am standing here now, representing the fact that the military force has overwhelmed the parliament for the first time in nearly a thousand years of history, and has become the master of the alliance regime. I can immediately escort you to prison, and then slowly find out all your unpopular things. The secrets I know, let you obediently become puppets in the hands of the military; or I can let you cast the sacred vote in your hands and let you choose the path you want to take in the future."

"I used to believe that the current system is the only system that can embody the spirit of the alliance, but it turns out that you have brought the alliance to its end. But I still believe in democracy, and I believe that a military dictatorship elected by democracy is the most desirable military dictatorship. So now I ask for a re-vote, and I will be here to watch everyone vote until the military department is satisfied with the results."

After saying this, the public trial court fell into a deathly silence. Celia stood in front of the election seat, stretched out her hand and lightly pressed the refresh button, and the voting results on the entire floating screen were instantly cleared.

The expressions on everyone's faces were indescribable.

This may be the first time that the military has shown its ferocious fangs to the parliament—although there were conflicts before Chen Qiao's mutiny and disputes during the First Galaxy War, they were all resolved under Celia's compromise. In fact, all conflicts are resolved by this method. Over time, many people have forgotten that the military department is a highly unified autocratic organization. Although the parliament has infiltrated a large part of the forces in the past fifty years, it is far from touching the military department. soul.

"... You are unwilling to delegate power, Celia..." Douglas said softly, with a hoarse chill in his voice: "You still want to continue to be the ruler of the military department like fifty years ago, but this is impossible..."

Celia turned around, "Oh, you don't want to vote again?"

Although his tone was raised, there was not much doubt or threat in his voice. It sounded like he was saying: Stop making trouble and go vote.

Douglas narrowed his eyes and stared at him coldly, as if trying to find a trace of panic or anxiety in his flat expression, but gave up after a few seconds.

"I can vote." Douglas paused, "but I won't vote for you—"

"Because you are an Omega, and the person who combined with you is the Emperor Heinrich, the people in the military department will not obey you."