broken world

"'A despicable person must pay his due price for his despicableness, and only force will make you understand right from wrong.' Are you saying that you need to use force to prove who is more despicable?" Ming sat in the car on the ground Hong muttered to himself, "If that's the case..."

The car on the ground stopped at the entrance of the "Winter Garden". Midsummer is not the season for winter roses to bloom, so only rosehips of different colors poke out their heads slightly under the green leaves.

Many people have gathered in the winter garden, including political and business people, military people, and even more reporters.

"Your Excellency, please express your response to the announcement of the Galactic Empire."

"Are we going to war with the empire? Then what is the significance of this war? Are hundreds of thousands of people's lives sacrificed just to prove a right or wrong?"

"Whether the mastermind of the Kummel incident that assassinated the emperor of the Galactic Empire was the alliance government, can you give a positive answer?"

……

Ming Chen led the guards to block these people one by one. Ming Hong walked into the venue from the crowd who had pulled away, shook hands with the participants in the front row one by one, and walked onto the podium.

When he routinely cleared his throat, the entire venue fell silent immediately.

"Everyone." The young president still had a relaxed smile. In fact, since his first day as president, negative emotions such as confusion and bewilderment have never appeared in the public eye.

In the eyes of the people of the Free Planet Alliance, Minghong has always been an undefeated myth, not just in the political circles...

"Victory will belong to the democratic republic, we will fight for freedom and for ourselves!" Ming Hong finished the speech with short and powerful sentences.

"Fight for freedom! Fight for yourself!" Someone echoed loudly from the audience.

"Alliance must win!"

"Democratic republic will prevail!"

……

Perhaps, many years later, when the name "Free Planet Alliance" is no longer mentioned, it is forgotten in the long river of history...

But please everyone, don't forget that freedom and democracy live forever.

The glimmer of democracy will live on forever, forever.

—Excerpt from the last volume of Memoirs of the Confederacy

Odin, who echoes Heinesen from afar, is also in the midst of intense preparations for the battle.

"Gilfies, order first-class generals Mittermeier, Reyntar, Oberstein, generals Kemp, and Murat to come to the ruling palace to see me."

"Your Majesty Reinhardt, are you going to use Admiral Shuft's proposal?" the red-haired marshal asked softly.

"Yes, in order to ensure the overwhelming advantage of our army in the Fraser theater, we have to adopt such a strategy. What's the matter? Do you have any objections, Gilfies?"

"Fortress against fortress, if we can successfully hold back the allied forces in the Feisha Corridor and ensure the absolute safety of the empire's rear, it would be a very good idea. But... considering the stability and resilience of troops, Luo Yantar Your Excellency is a well-deserved candidate."

"A first-level general, the head of the commander's headquarters... If you make another impressive feat, you can only be rewarded with a marshal. In this way, the empire will have a third marshal."

"These... are the proposals of the Minister of Military Affairs, right?" As soon as the words came out, the blond lord's face showed a look of concern, and Gilfies knew that his guess was correct, so he could only say: "If that's the case, I don't If you have any more objections, His Majesty Reinhardt, please leave."

Looking at the back of the tall red-haired figure walking towards the door, Reinhardt couldn't help stroking the silver pendant with his fingers.

"If you were here, what would you do?" The blonde lord asked in the empty air.

However, no one answered him.

Heinesen Central Space Port, Merkaz and his party are seeing Yang Xiaoli off.

According to the order of the military department, Yang Xiaoli will go to Feisha together with the No.13 fleet.The movement of the Imperial Army has not yet become clear, so the Allied Forces did not hold a unified combat meeting.According to the established plan, the combat meeting can only be held by remote communication at that time.

Yang Xiaoli had several predictions about this battle, let's start with the worst.

The [worst] scenario is that the Imperial Army takes the lead in breaking through the Fortress of Vitu Metuze, takes control of the Feiza Corridor, and sends troops from the two corridors to directly attack the Alliance.

Well, this possibility is unlikely. Reinhardt's subordinates should not have a military strategist known for his treachery like Yang Weili.

The [compromise] situation is that the imperial army first sends a part of its troops to control the imperial exit of the Fraser Corridor, and then uses the Iserlohn Fortress as a springboard to send troops from the Iserlohn Corridor to attack the Alliance.

From the comprehensive consideration and analysis of various factors, this kind of march is the most likely.But if this is the case, the battle situation will show a trend of diversification, and the small battle situations in many theaters will form a huge attack and defense area map.

The difficulty factor is the highest, and the possibility of winning... It's hard to say, there are too many links.

The [best] situation is that the alliance first sends troops to block the alliance exit of the Iserlohn Corridor. If it is purely defensive, it can stop the empire's full-scale attack in a small area.

But in this case, the fleet responsible for the defense will suffer the greatest loss...

Moreover, it does not rule out the possibility that other alliance fleets will continue to follow up in the future. To put it bluntly, this most conservative method, which seems to preserve the integrity of the alliance domain, will actually lead to the most serious loss of strength between the alliance army and the imperial army. damage……

All in all, it's a problem.

When Yang Xiaoli was stuck with these things in her head, Ren raised his foot and kicked her calf.

"Wow, Ren, what are you doing?" Yang Xiaoli frowned again.

Ren's eyes signaled to the front: "Admiral Merkaz is talking to you, pay attention."

Yang Xiaoli immediately rubbed the beret apologetically and said, "Huh?"

Merkaz smiled kindly: "Anyway, be careful all the way."

"Well, you too."

Hearing this strange conversation, Schneider had to add: "Please be careful on the battlefield, that's what you meant, Admiral."

"Well, I will be careful." Yang Xiaoli nodded hastily.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Merkaz nodded at her, turned around and was about to leave.

"Father! You too must be safe!" someone shouted from behind.

Merkaz's footsteps paused for a moment, and when he turned back again, the other party had already walked into the passage quickly, leaving only a fleeting figure behind.

"Oh." Merkaz sighed.

"What's the matter? Sir, are you still worried?"

"How should I put it, Schneider, rather than worrying about what will happen to her on the battlefield, I'm actually more worried if she meets on the battlefield..."

"Did you meet Royan Kramm?"

"No, it's that person."

Of course, Schneider knew who Merkaz was worried about. In fact, when he was in Odin, he once imagined that if the lieutenant of the Allied Army hadn't appeared, the person most likely to be Miss Shirley's husband would be ...

Well, this is all just fantasy.

Now it's even more of a bubble.

Odin, there is no going back.

Everything can't go back to the past.

However, why did the God of Destiny, the malicious mocker, allow two people to meet when he knew they would become enemies, or in that way...

Encounter?

Schneider smiled helplessly when he thought of the word.

I must be thinking too much, I hope they will not meet on the battlefield.

In the central spaceport hall of Heinesen, a young officer with orange-red hair rushed into the officer's corridor in a hurry. After finding that there was no one there, he hammered the wall angrily:

"Damn it! It's all caused by DJMAX! If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have played it so late."

"I've said it before, if you come here at this time, they must have left early, hahaha, Andreas, you are really late for everything except the combat meeting!" The officer with short gray hair joked.

"Fan Fan! What else can you do besides hitting people! I'm here for business."

"Business? Let me guess, you probably want to chase after that Admiral Yang, but judging from the age of her adopted son, she should be at least thirty, alas, Andri Yasi, I didn't expect you to change your taste!"

"What! Thirty! Well, I'm not interested in older women, but... no matter how you look at her, she's only 25 or six years old."

The young gray-haired officer blinked, "Yes, otherwise, why would our commander always look favorably on her?"

After hearing this meaningful sentence, Andreas couldn't help feeling curious: "Fan Fan, why do you say that, it makes people think that the person who is interested in General Yang is actually..."

"Stop here!"

"Why?! You obviously started the topic, and you have the responsibility and obligation to explain it."

"What are you explaining? If the commander knows that we are chewing his tongue behind his back, do you still want to hang out in the Seventh Fleet? Let's go, Andreas, you have to wait until you finish chasing women." Let’s talk about the battle.”

"What! Why are you talking about me again? We were talking about Ling Ye and Fan Fan just now. Tell me, is there really such a thing?"

"What's the matter..."

"Oh, it's just...that, you're a man, you know it!"

"But... Even a man has something he doesn't understand. What are you talking about?"

"Fan Fan, tell me quickly."

……

Although there is no evidence to prove that if someone speaks ill of you behind your back, you will definitely sneeze. However, when Ling Ye participated in the first-level Taekwondo black belt examination as an examiner that day, he did sneeze.

And more than once.

After he sneezed for the second time, the Taekwondo examiner sitting next to him asked him, "Are you really all right? Otherwise, leave the actual combat part to us later."

"It's okay." Although he said so, the young Confederate general had already determined that he had a cold.

It must have been caused by not taking a shower in time after practice...

As far as military tactics are concerned, this general is definitely worthy of the word "famous general", but Ling Ye has some habits that can be called cleanliness in life.

One of the habits is not to bathe in places other than home and army quarters.

Well, this is the most direct reason for his cold, he didn't take a bath and change clothes in time after practicing Taekwondo. -

When the assessment part progresses to the actual combat part, the examinee needs to stick to the actual combat for 2 minutes with protective gear for a total of 3 rounds.

Considering that this assessment needs to continuously launch boxing and kicking movements within 2 minutes, it is not performed by one examiner, but by several examiners in turn.

When it was Ling Ye's turn to play, the opponent was a girl around her age. Unlike the girls who would go crazy when they saw the commander of the Seventh Fleet in the past, this girl had a calm and determined expression.

The requirement for a black belt is one and a half years, and the age is over 1 years old, so her age is not too young.

However, for a genius like Ling Ye who broke the rules and obtained the seventh-dan black belt before the age of 30, the opponent was indeed a little immature.

After performing the etiquette, the actual combat part of the assessment officially began.

In fact, at this time, Ling Ye's brain began to slow down to a certain extent, and his handsome cheeks were pale pink due to the heat. Fortunately, there was only one female student among the students in this assessment, otherwise, it is estimated that there will be another chatter in the dojo. The sound of falling to the ground.

Well, digressing.

The main point is that for a scholar who has just stepped from a red belt to a black belt, the seventh-dan rank is absolutely unfair in terms of its own strength.

Therefore, the 2-minute actual combat assessment is mainly aimed at evaluating the defensive ability of the examinee, and does not require real actual combat.

But our General Ling, ahem, is General Ling who has entered the cold and fever period. After performing the etiquette, he obviously forgot this point. His first move is to kick the opponent's face with a strong side ( Strength 100%).

Ahem, everyone knows that Taekwondo has very strict training on the strength and method of kicking. The assessment content of the first-level black belt includes kicking 9 movements and kicking target 9 movements. The higher the rank, the stricter the requirements. The objects were upgraded from pine planks to marble...so, you get the idea.

A full-strength side kick with a seventh-degree black belt + Admiral Ling's own extraordinary explosive power. While kicking the opponent's protective gear into pieces, the huge inertial force directly kicked the little girl in the face. He made a head shake, but the left temporomandibular joint was still hit.

As a result, a heavy muffled sound of falling to the ground resounded in the dojo, accompanied by the sound of joint dislocation...

The author has something to say: broken tools are nonsense... please do not imitate.I was also talking nonsense about the Taekwondo exam... By the way... About Ling Ye, I was really talking nonsense, 囧