Blackstone Code

"This is... the port management office. We are looking for a transport ship numbered... that departs from the Federation and is destined for Nagaril. If you hear this, please call back."

Every fifteen minutes, the port radio station will transmit the message more than once, and ships entering and leaving the port will generally relay it.

This is not some rule written on paper, but a convention.

Today they will relay these radio messages, and if one day they get into some trouble, someone else will relay these radio messages as well.

But no matter what, no one answered, and no one conveyed the reply message.

"It's already a whole day later than expected. There's no reason why there's no news at all. Something must have happened that we don't know about." The commissioner of the United Development Company sighed after coming out of the radio station.

It was originally just a very ordinary transportation, but the scale was a little larger, and no one would think that... something would go wrong.

After all, there are warships following, and even if they encounter pirates, those pirates will not be so stupid as to cause trouble for the federal transportation team.

Not to mention, those freighters were all marked with the United Development Company's logo and the United Development Company's flag was also hoisted.

If someone really dares to take action against it, then these people must be mentally prepared to accept violent revenge from the most powerful group of people in the Federation!

People firmly believed in this and there would be no accidents, but unfortunately, there was an accident.

Twenty-four hours after the disappearance, both Nagaril and the Federation began to send ships to search for him.

It takes at most four days to get here from the Federation. Even if they deviate from the waterway, one day is enough for them to correct themselves.

The commissioner glanced at the darkening sky and sighed deeply.

If something happens to this shipment, it will be a nightmare!

Even at this time, the commissioner hoped that the transport team had been hijacked. As long as the transport team itself did not suffer any losses, it didn't matter if they paid some money or something.

In the future, we can slowly regain our face, and it is more important to start work.

The materials organized this time are enough for many factories in Nagaril to produce for three months to half a year. If these raw materials are lost, in addition to the loss of wealth, it will take a lot of time to get a new batch of such raw materials. .

For example, some compounds or extracts of rare minerals cannot be produced in two or three days with long production cycles or unstable extraction success rates.

The wasted time is the most troublesome thing.

The commissioner, who had not eaten for a day, touched his hungry and aching stomach, and walked dejectedly towards a small restaurant near the port.

I ordered something casually and was filling my stomach with random thoughts when someone suddenly ran over in a hurry.

"Your Excellency Commissioner, someone responded to the radio inquiry just now. They said that they encountered local thunderstorms and were delayed. They will be able to enter the port in about an hour. They hope that we can free up some berths. One of their ships was injured."

The person running over was panting. The commissioner was stunned for a moment, and then the expression on his face changed from frustration to surprise!

As long as these ships come over, even if they are a little injured and lose a little cargo, at least most of the raw materials will be fine, and his butt will be stable!

He finished the food on the plate in a few bites, dropped two dollars, and without even asking for change, he got up and ran towards the berth.

In summer, strong convection phenomena occur frequently above the ocean, and it is actually quite normal for thunderstorms to occur in some uncertain areas.

In this era, there are no weather satellites or more advanced means, so no one knows what is happening on the ocean.

But no matter what, it’s good to be able to enter the port safely.

Since the transportation team belonged to the United Development Company, and the United Development Company was the actual ruler of Nagalir, the port soon cleared some berths for the fleet that was about to enter the port.

In addition, some ambulances also came, and many shipwrights were also called over, planning to carry out emergency repairs on the transport ship overnight.

Not only do they have to transport things, there are also many parts and production materials in the port's warehouse that need to be sent to the federation.

More than forty minutes later, it was almost completely dark, and the lights from the port tower could not shine farther.

Rather than illuminating the sea, the tower is actually more valuable in pointing the direction for ships in the dark.

In the far distance, some black shadows appeared on the sea level. Looking at these black shadows, the commissioner finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The radio station also received the communication and prepared to enter the port.

Considering that some ships were damaged, the commissioner also specially asked some tow boats to come over and help some damaged or lost ships enter the port if necessary.

Those black shadows were getting closer and closer, but gradually, the commissioner faintly noticed that something was wrong.

He had seen these transports, more than once.

He knew very well what these transport ships looked like, and that was definitely not what these black silhouettes looked like!

"Have people turn on all the searchlights and notify the local garrison..."

All the lights in the port suddenly lit up, and the fleet that had entered the port also revealed their true appearance!

That was not a transport ship from the United Development Company, but... a warship, a warship from a strange country that I had never seen before!

At this time, there was only one thought in everyone's mind that made them feel ridiculous and extremely frightening - a fucking enemy attack!

The moment the commissioner turned around, he was lifted up by a huge force. He was spinning in the air, with no expression on his stiff face.

Then he fell heavily to the ground, and there was no more movement!

The fleet entering the port began to bombard the surrounding lighting equipment and buildings further away. The entire port was instantly engulfed in cries and screams.

A large number of landing ships approaching quickly from a distance began to land around, and a large number of soldiers were sent to the land of Nagaril!

Ten minutes later, Mr. Trueman's communication with some foreign friends was interrupted. He walked into the office. Almost all the generals on duty in the Ministry of Defense were there.

He sat on the chair and looked at these people solemnly, "What happened?"

The lieutenant general on duty at the Ministry of National Defense pursed his lips and said, "Mr. President, we suspect that Pengeo's fleet attacked the port of Nagaril and made a landing just now..."

The next second, Mr. Trueman stood up suddenly. He looked at the civilian lieutenant general of the Ministry of National Defense in disbelief, with a ferocious expression.

Undeclared war!

Mr. Trueman actually understands the importance of Nagaril better than other government officials. Many government officials have a very stupid view. They believe that the value of Nagaril is to provide cheap labor and low-end markets for capitalists. .

They couldn't see it at all, or chose not to see it. It was a huge factory with a population of 200 million!

In addition, there are rich mineral resources and large reserves of oil!

No surprises are allowed in Nagaril!

Once Nagaril falls, all walks of life in the Federation will be immediately affected and impacted.

I thought that if Pengjieo wanted to use force, he would definitely declare war in advance, but it seems that he overestimated them!

This is also an empirical mistake made by Mr. Trueman. He instinctively believed that such a powerful country must at least have a little shame...

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the office door. It was Mr. Trueman's adjutant. His expression was a little anxious.

"Mr. President, the capital of Marillo and the cities we occupied have been shelled to varying degrees, and some military stations have also been attacked by the enemy..."

While he was talking, someone came over again, a secretary from the Presidential Palace.

The secretary was stunned for a moment and said quickly, "Mr. President, News Channel..."

Mr. Trueman immediately asked someone to turn on the TV. An urgent news was being broadcast on the Federal Television Channel 1.

Several formally dressed gentlemen appeared on the TV screen. The guy standing in the middle was reading a document and read it to the end.

"...I am entrusted by the Emperor Pengeo to once again announce His Majesty the Emperor's decision."

"From now on, the Pengeo Empire and its tributary countries officially declare war on the Bayler Federation!"

The next second, countless flash lights came on, and the reporters frantically tried to put the microphone into the man's mouth. The scene was chaotic.

Mr. Trueman had sat back in his chair. He put his hands on the table and rested his chin. "They were ready early."

"Everything happened at almost the same time and it was planned."

He has calmed down.

These things have already happened, and there is no point in getting angry or slamming the table.

He looked at the lieutenant general on duty, "Notify all military generals in Bupen that we need a meeting." After the people from the Ministry of National Defense left, he looked at his assistant again, "Notify Congress that from now on Starting from now, the Federation has entered a state of total war, and I need their authorization!"

In fact, the president can decide that the country will enter a state of all-out war without authorization from Congress.

But... to put it bluntly, this thing is just a process. If you give Congress some face, they will cause trouble later, and you can save some trouble.

Procedural justice (correctness) has always been the highest political norm in the federation, and there is no gain in undermining it.

The assistant then ran away, and his eyes fell on the little secretary again, "Notify the media and TV stations that I will hold a national televised speech..."

Soon the news about the Pengeo Empire's declaration of war on the Federation spread quickly, and almost all the diplomatic ambassadors with embassies in Bupain called to ask whether this was true.

The entire country seemed to have paused at this moment. People took to the streets, talking uneasily about the war and the future.

At 8:15 in the evening, Mr. Trueman appeared on TV, his expression had never been more serious!