Freezing night. , the Capital Region is down... The rain, the dripping rain hits the leaves of the spicy distilled trees. Tapping on everyone's windows, disturbing their dreams. The coming summer mood was drenched back by this rain, the wet streets at night and the soft sound of violins coming from unknown buildings. Quietly and silently, it exudes a fresh and peaceful smell.

However, on the same rainy night, in those official residences that ordinary people could not reach, there was a completely different emotional atmosphere.

The president's residence, the Xishan compound, and the top floor of the parliament hill were all lit up, and government officials and military officers hurriedly walked around, making phone calls in all directions in low voices, and the shock and nervousness on their faces were extremely strong.

An hour ago, the FBI raised the Homeland Security Alert to the highest level. Federal officers and soldiers who were on leave in various places received an urgent notice. Quickly assemble at the four military district stations. Seventeen space military bases including the crescent base. Enter a state of imminent war, in a dark universe. The fleets of the Federation are advancing at high speed to the designated star field.

And at the end of the dead end of the charter bureau on the outskirts of the Special Administrative Region, the atmosphere of this mystery has also become extremely depressing. The old director Gao rushed back from home with a cold expression.

The general population of the Federation did not know what was going on. It is also not clear for these sectors. This rainy night was not refreshing, it was heavy and long.

When that information was finally confirmed. This is the tense and oppressive atmosphere that pervades the various departments. Suddenly it turned into shock and anguish.

Lieutenant General Zhong Shouhu, commander of the Fourth Military Region and commander-in-chief of the Xilin Front, was attacked and killed in the evening scorpion nebula. The address of this site has been changed to: Foot Union Concave Peng Embedded, please log in to the circle to read

The light penetrates the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential residence, illuminating the rain outside the building as clearly as a silver thread. The Secret Service agents, dressed in black suits, watched the movement around them with grim expressions like falcons. All they know is that something big has happened in the Federation. But I don't know what it is.

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 mingle and sometimes even joke with His Excellency the President, and they remain quietly and nervously in their offices, waiting for the work to come.

On this rainy night, Mr. President will not be in the mood to have coffee with everyone, and neither will they.

In the oval office, a loud expletiveness and the sound of heavy objects crashing were heard.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on!"

Confirming that Zhong Shouhu had been killed in an attack, President Pabul could no longer maintain his former demeanor, like a stabbed lion, roaring angrily at his subordinates in the room.

His swarthy face grew darker, his thick lips cursed without hesitation, and the buttons of his shirt had been unbuttoned three times, but they still couldn't cool his angry heart.

No one answered Mr. President's angry questioning, because no one, including Mr. President, could have predicted this tragedy, not even the slightest thought that the Imperial fleet might enter the territory of the Union and carry out a sneak attack.

Director Di, who had just arrived from the Charter Bureau, remained silent.

The Federation's charter network should bear the greatest responsibility for this matter, but the big people here know that the Federation's resources can support the Charter Bureau to monitor human society in all aspects, but for Haohan's universe, the so-called charter brilliance that shrouds the universe has always had loopholes.

The most pressing question facing the federal government at this moment, and the most direct cause of the fall of the Celestial Star, what does the Imperial ship think will be able to pass through the space passage at the Evening Scorpion Nebula?

There was a dead silence in the Oval Office, and President Pabur frowned, pursed his thick lips, and slammed the table twice as hard as if to vent. Then he looked back at the oil painting on the wall and fell silent.

"The question now is whether the Empire has started to attack. Mr. President regained a sense of calm, slowly buttoned up, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

"The troops are being assembled and can be assembled within forty-eight hours. Admiral Myers, chairman of the Joint Council of Federal Staff, looked a little tired, and replied in a deep voice: "The satellite fleet of the space base has taken off and is heading for the Evening Scorpion Nebula and the Gary corridor. ”

"How long will it take for the Second Fleet to return to its zone?"

President Pabur asked softly without looking back, clasping his hands on his somewhat sore waist.

At this moment, I don't know if he will have some regrets in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that the main fleet of the Federation was transferred to the barren star field outside Xilin in order to completely annihilate the expeditionary fleet of the Imperials, then would it be possible for the Ancient Bell to escape this catastrophe?

Admiral Hong Yuliang, commander-in-chief of the Federation Fleet, appeared on the light curtain of the remote call, and the sadness and self-blame on the face of the female general who was nearly half a hundred years old swept by, and was immediately transformed into calm and perseverance by the strong military will: "Mr. President, the Federation Fleet will strengthen its work in its own defense area after seventy-eight federal standard hours, and we are ready to meet the entire fleet of the Imperial People." ”

She glanced down at the analysis report that the staff officer had just sent, and continued: "Based on the precious information sent back by Commander Zhong's deathbed order Gu Zhong and his own judgment", the Federation Fleet Staff Headquarters came to the conclusion that the Imperials did not fully grasp the method of torsion and hollow jumping. It's just a limited control, and they can only send a mid-tier fleet over at most at a time. And probably because of the relationship of waiting for the space storm to subside, the interval between deliveries should be more than seven days. "The analysis of the introduction, the heaviest big stone in President Pabur's heart is slightly loose" asked with jealousy and seriousness: "This judgment will directly affect the government's next response decision, and it is related to the security of the federation, are you sure?"

"Yes. Admiral Hong Yuliang thought for a moment and replied, "This is just an insidious sneak attack by the Imperials, not a precursor to a major attack. ”

"I support the judgment of the fleet. Admiral Miles tiredly added: "If the Imperials have been able to fully master the space passage technology, according to the Emperor's murderous and gambling character, he will definitely dispatch all the fleets at once, and put this most precious first sneak attack opportunity on the lead." "The address of this site has been changed to summer: foot couplet concave Peng embedded, please log in to the circle to read

There was silence again in the general office, and President Pabur turned to look at the important cabinet members of the federal government and said, "The first task of the government at the moment is to stabilize the situation in Xilin.

Xilin's tiger died, how would the brave soldiers under him, and the ordinary Xilin people who loved and respected the Zhong family, react?

"I held a press conference in the early hours of the morning to announce this sad news to the people of the Federation, especially the people of Xilin. ”

Mr. President took a deep breath, a trace of indomitable perseverance flashed on his dark face, his hands pressed 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, on the contrary, they can only inspire us."

"I ordered. Within three years, the special presidential fund will be advanced for the construction and improvement of the forward base. The Ministry of Defense must come up with a final plan within a month, and the production of the final assembly base and the supporting companies must be accelerated, and no one can delay this matter under any pretext, otherwise I will ask him to go to court-martial. ”

President Pabul looked at the people in the Oval Office and said, "We have declared war on the leading country, so let the flames of war reach their land a little earlier." ”

"I unconditionally support the instructions of His Excellency the President. On the remote light curtain, Federal Vice President Byron took the lead in standing up to express his support, and said in a solemn tone: "Tomorrow I will convene an emergency meeting of the Federal Assembly to propose the passage of second-level military control." ”

A black hoop chair, a ridiculous black round hat, wearing the top of the head of the old man of the Liyuan Palace.

This old man is a federal financial oligarchy in the true sense of the word, because there will always be only one leader or master in the federal financial community, and the object of their struggle will always be the federal government and His Excellency the President, who has the highest power in the official residence.

As the head of the Seven Families with the cold smell of money and numbers flowing from every pore, the Li Yuan Palace has rarely been moved by anything over the years, even on the day when the federal government forcibly passed the gold fusion algorithm in order to crack down on the Li family, the wrinkles on his face were still like falling asleep.

Today, however. The wrinkles on his face began to accumulate like the loess washed by a river, piling up complex and sentimental thoughts.

Thinking of the phone calls with several other old friends before, 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 left so suddenly." I'm afraid of such a big family business. Troublesome. ”

Don't worry about the back mountain.

Mrs. Gao stopped cutting the onion and took off the mouth guard. Her mood today has been a little restless, and those eyes don't know if it's because of the onion or the news, and they are a little sentimental.

"It has been confirmed that the news is true. "The skinny head of the department stood in the drizzled night breeze on the lakeside terrace. looked at his mother with a lonely expression, and said, "Please check this matter, I always feel that it is not so simple." Also: Whoever the Federation chooses to take over the post of Tiger's front-line commander-in-chief, I will make a trip to Xilin. ”

"Second level of martial law? I don't know if the parliament can pass it. ”

Du Shaoqing hung up the phone call that the big man had just called, and then sat in the shadow by the window of the apartment, looking at the rain outside the window through the curtains, and was silent for a long time.

The death of his lifelong enemy in the fire of the Imperial fleet, this famous general of the Federation should be glad and gloating. Extrication. Relaxed or intensely unwilling, yet none of these emotions appeared in his heart. On the contrary, on the gloomy and cold face like an iceberg, a certain irrepressible complex emotions gradually emerged.

Du Shaoqing's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he was about to cry, but he didn't shed it in the end, and after a long silence, he opened the drawer beside him. Take 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, on the photo with the edge slightly rolled up, there are two beautiful girls squatting in the front row, Cao Jiaren on the left is now the wife of the Nanxiang family, and she is the wife of Zhong Shouhu on the right.

In the back row is a young officer from Sanjin, Zhong Slender Tiger standing in the middle has a slightly chubby face and is full of youth, and Tian Fatzi is still a thin bamboo pole. is happily clubbing on one side, while his cold self is a little bored on the other side.

Du Shaoqing looked at the photo intently, remembered a lot of past events, and gently slid his fingers on the photo, sliding over the girl's face. It's like gently caressing her who has disappeared into the universe.

Then an irrepressible anger flashed in his cold eyes.