Him and their stars

Speaking of which, Konoe Taro himself is just a mediocre bureaucrat. He has climbed to this position just because he is the oldest in the community's bureaucracy and is very popular - remember, it is popularity, not popularity. .

The reason why he can stay in such a high position as Prime Minister of the government is probably because President Nikita needs a mascot from the previous term to let the world know that he is a kind person who does not forget his roots.

In the political arena, a kind person is always the most important person.

Prime Minister Konoe reciprocated the favor and has been playing the role of a third-in-command with no sense of existence. Even when the empire's troops came to the city, he actually didn't escape.

Speaking of which, this government is really good. Most of the congressmen have fled, but the cabinet ministers are still very determined. Was it really courage, or faith in the benevolence of the conqueror?

Marshal Ferragu thought so in his heart. Considering that he had been cared for by Prime Minister Konoe when he was a junior and middle-ranking officer, he reached out to support him and asked in surprise: "The pressure of the Vice President..."

People who are under pressure are responsible people, but old Paul has never seen such advantages in Mr. Hierro before.

Prime Minister Konoe nodded. Although his smile still looked a little stiff, like a dent in his leather sheath, his excited eyes suddenly revealed a bit of schadenfreude.

"Well, Minister Qiu of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, who is Vice President Hierro's classmate and friend, defected."

"Defection..." Marshal Ferragut still remembered that after the alliance declared neutrality in the war, Minister Qiu Moran of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs led a delegation to the Galactic Civilization Parliament in Huaxu, hoping to obtain help from other countries through his work.

Although the alliance has shrunk, if the other civilizations and races that oppose the tyranny of the empire unite, why can't they compete with the empire?

Of course, anyone who has received basic education must know that theory is theory and reality is reality. An idea that can only be realized under such extremely ideal conditions can almost be considered impossible.

But what can anyone say? You can't tell Minister Qiu that if you withdraw the delegation, we will die.

The dignified foreign minister issued a military order and said something like, "Huaxu is the battlefield. I will stay on the diplomatic battlefield of the Galactic Civilization Council and fight the empire to the end." He was killed in Independence Square if he refused. With the appearance on the big clock, of course everyone could only wish him well.

As for the results of Minister Qiu's hard work on his own battlefield for more than half a year, it cannot be said to be a remarkable achievement, it can only be said to be better than nothing.

The representatives of the community in the Galactic Civilization Parliament still weep and shout at the meeting every day. They may still attract some pitiful, empathic, and compassionate looks, but the support with real nutritional value has become less and less.

It can even be said that more and more people are siding with the empire and starting to maliciously boo and boo.

"You said the galaxy needs peace? Then, as long as the earth puts down its weapons, won't there be peace immediately?"

"Hurry up and end this damn war. The total trade volume between Grand High Sea and Feimo has dropped to half of last year. We still have to do business!"

"By the way, there is also the New World and the Dawn Star Territory."

"Yes, yes, it was agreed that the Dawn Star Territory belongs to the entire galaxy? Was it agreed that everyone would develop it together?"

"You're not going to continue this war and exclude us, are you?"

"Peace! We want peace!"

The above is the current mainstream public opinion in the Galactic Civilization Council. With the war going to this extent, how could it be just a matter between the empire and the community?

The most humiliating thing happened on July 10.

On that day, the community delegation organized a fund-raising event for "Resistance to Imperial Tyranny" on the streets of Huaxu. There were many onlookers, but very few people donated generously.

After a busy day, the largest donation came from a passing Anglaise diplomat who took out a golden dragon. He is a member of the Imperial delegation to the Council of Galactic Civilizations.

"It's raining. Go back quickly. It's going to rain, so why bother?" the Angmansi diplomat said sincerely, with a pair of original eyes full of compassion under his wrinkled face, like It is a sad monkey.

This is no longer a strange thing, but clearly a humiliation.

The Earth representative at the scene felt that if the person passing by was a Tirero noble, I would not tolerate it. How dare you, a red monkey, kick your nose in the face? Do you really think that the people on Earth are your masters?

So what was a good fundraiser turned into a street brawl.

Then, the tall security robot arrived, separated everyone with water guns, and then fired arcs at the Earthlings who took the first action according to established procedures.

The Anglo-American diplomat, whose face was beaten from red to purple with a hint of black, cried sadly in front of the media cameras who came after hearing the news. He said that he was really just a good person. No matter what he encountered during his walk, Whether it's a social worker's fundraiser, a street performer's performance, or other charity activities, it will definitely be a great event, but I never expected that I would be violently attacked. The people on earth are indeed barbaric and need to be transformed by civilization.

As a result, the Earth diplomat who took the lead was sentenced to half a year in prison. Five of the remaining delegation members were also deported, including a member of Minister Qiu’s secretarial team.

The dignified foreign minister actually suffered such a shame and humiliation, and became bedridden that day. Of course, the Community delegation has no hope either.

Representatives of the Galactic Civilization Council and the media were a little disappointed. The scenes of community diplomats competing against the Empire in parliament every day have always been the most beautiful scenery of the Galactic Civilization Parliament this year, as well as the traffic code of various current affairs media.

If they are about to die and they are not here anymore, this news will be difficult to compile...and difficult to write down.

In short, more and more people feel that the Blue Star Community is about to perish.

"If you think about it carefully, this country only has a history of more than sixty years in total. It is almost the youngest among the members of the Civilized Parliament. Even if it is really destroyed, it will not be able to do anything to change the general trend of the universe." The national representative, whose name cannot be disclosed casually, told reporters that his words were full of the tragedy and shock of a grand narrative.

As for Minister Qiu, after he recovered a little, he disappeared from the building, leaving only a typed letter of resignation and a handwritten note that said, "Everything is in despair. Don't read it, please don't look for me."

After hearing this, Marshal Ferragut Manliang was shocked: "...it sounds like a lovelorn middle school student."

Prime Minister Konoe asked curiously: "Isn't it a middle school student who failed the exam?"

Marshal Ferragu said embarrassedly: "Hey, Xiaguan went to a culinary technical school when he was in high school. How could my classmate disappear because he failed the exam? It could only be because he was broken up in love."

Prime Minister Konoe, a top student, and Marshal Ferragut, a low-school student, looked at each other wordlessly. Five seconds later, the former burst into laughter.

The Prime Minister, who was as thin and wilted as a withered tree branch, always looked grimacing wherever he went, but now that he was laughing so heartily, he suddenly looked even uglier.

Of course, the attendants passing by Mao Mansion also saw the rude Prime Minister, and naturally everyone looked at him with suspicion. But as an elite housekeeper who has been tempered for thousands of years, he has nothing to say.

"So, has Minister Qiu been found?" Marshal Ferragut asked.

"Found it. People from the National Bureau of Statistics found the man named Qiu in a pasture outside Huaxu."

"Sure enough... the intelligence stations of the Kuomintang and Commissariat can only operate in the safe areas of allies or neutral countries!"

Prime Minister Konoe let out a lifeless laugh: "There are three of his lovers there. The eldest is fifteen years younger than the old guy, and the youngest is only fifteen years old."

Marshal Ferragut was amazed and at the same time in awe.

Of course, strictly speaking, this cannot be regarded as "defection", it can only be regarded as disembarkation.

"How does the National Government prepare to deal with it?"

"Of course we can only let it go. This is Huaxu. You can't do dirty work and execute a dignified foreign minister." The Prime Minister said with a wry smile: "Mr. Mao also said, when disaster strikes, we all fly away, so why commit another murder? ?”

A retired former prime minister whose identity is only a lifelong member of parliament can actually directly command the National Intelligence Service's secret service teams stationed in foreign countries.

Marshal Ferragu thought this was normal. He, old Paul, was not someone who would be loyal to any cat or dog. Only a real behind-the-scenes boss like Mr. Mao Yuanzuo could make clouds and rain even if he was not in the temple. He can be considered a real man!

Of course, this was what he had thought before.

But the current marshal will inevitably think that if it were the Empire or the Alliance, and his senior officials left without saying goodbye, even if they fled to the opposite capital, they would definitely hunt them down to the end, right?

Military discipline must be strict when fighting in a large corps, but when it comes to family and country affairs, isn't military discipline even more stringent?

No, if it was during Marshal Li's era, this kind of thing would not have happened.

What if it was in that boy's time? Marshal Ferragut couldn't help but think about it.

He heard the Prime Minister continue to ramble: "Marshal, I can quite understand Old Man Qiu. The war has reached this point. Tens of millions of people in our small community have died, one marshal and one minister. Even died in diplomatic activities, right enough We deserve the spirit of the independent sages. However, the reality is that we have been betrayed by the Alliance. After Nephi abandoned us, we are now alone in this vast universe, and we have to do our best to obey fate. That’s all.”

Prime Minister Konoe Taylor smiled like a portrait of a deceased person.

The marshal, who was as fat as a ball, supported the staggering Prime Minister Konoe and couldn't help but said: "Prime Minister, during the War of Independence, 100 million people died."

Prime Minister Konoe shivered and turned to look at Marshal Ferragut, but what caught his eye was still that kind, honest and simple smiling face, which was as round as if it were filled with warm cotton.

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Ten minutes later, all the guests were seated in the large conference hall of Mao Mansion. There were parliamentarians, senior military officers, and of course cabinet ministers, as many as twenty or thirty people. If the person sitting at the top was President Nikita himself, it would be quite like a high-level military and political meeting of the community.

Mr. Mao Yuanzuo, who was sitting in the first place and had "retired for a long time to live in retirement", still looked calm and calm, as if he was not affected by the actual war situation at all.

"It has come to this, but it is not time to do everything and leave it to fate. There are still things you can do." He smiled, his tone calm and natural: "I hope everyone will do their best to maintain the law and order of the Earth-Moon System and hand over a stable Earth to the Empire. This is for the innocent people."

Marshal Ferragu stared at his benefactor who promoted him to general and marshal, sighed in his heart, but did not show his expression on his face, and moved the ruby ​​on the marshal's staff.

...

Ten kilometers away from the Eternal City of Praise Island, an ordinary atmospheric airship was floating in the sky 2,000 meters above sea level, hiding in the clouds.

Inside the flying car, several technical officers wearing community combat uniforms but without rank badges and unit armbands were commanding the on-site operations in an orderly manner. An officer was scanning the distant Mao Yuanzuo Mansion with a high-powered telescope, and at the same time, he did not forget to issue new instructions to his subordinates: "The marshal's signal has been received. The marshal's signal has been received. Start the action."

"Group A is in place."

"Group B is in place."

"Group C has entered the combat area and will be in place in 20 seconds."

"Group D begins to determine the target."

As the responses from various routes entered the communicator, the light spots on the holographic map in the cabin became clearer.

Under this airship that served as a temporary command center, four sniper teams composed of more than a dozen elite marines have already taken action at an astonishing speed. They deployed their weapons in the city opposite the Mao Mansion, on the cruise ship in the nearby sea, or in the lush mountains.

Their closest team was only 500 meters away from the courtyard of the Mao Mansion, and the farthest was hidden in a building on another island 10,000 meters away. However, even so, they were all within the range of the electromagnetic rail anti-material sniper rifle.

In just half a minute, the courtyard of the Mao Mansion, and even everyone in the mansion, were within the hunting range of these elite shooters.

And if they were on the battlefield, they could also use half a minute to raze the manor to the ground with deadly bullets that could tear apart armored vehicles.

Of course, according to the intelligence determined in advance, the sniper team still has priority targets. Including the elegant old housekeeper at the main entrance of the mansion, the simple old gardener who was pruning the flowerbed, the old gatekeeper who was napping in the sentry box at the gate, and the strong security captain who was patrolling.

...Except for the last one, the others sounded a little innocent. Of course, in the world of psychics, everything is possible.

In addition, this is by no means all the arrangements.

Outside the gate of the Mao Mansion, Marshal Ferragu's guards had already got off the car and were wandering outside the gate as if bored. However, their sharp eyes were hidden in the relaxed movements.

There are a hundred armed guards in this mansion, but they can't be their opponents. Although they were wearing ordinary uniforms, they only used the uniforms to cover their close-fitting power combat suits. The ordinary car behind them also hid heavy weapons.

The only tricky thing might be the psychic.

Mao Yuanzuo has been the boss behind the Gongrong Party for so many years, so of course there will be psychics working for him.

However, since they have received the order from the marshal, they should act immediately. As a soldier, how can they not dare to act because of the possible existence of a strong enemy?

These elite marines quickly completed their plans for how to attack the Mao Mansion. They only exchanged a few glances quickly and acted tacitly.

Several soldiers suddenly jumped up at the same time and rushed towards the main gate.

At the same time, the fire support from the distant city was also launched. The guard room at the door was instantly shattered by the bullets of the electromagnetic rifle, and the old doorman who was taking a nap could no longer see clearly.

…

In the huge underground hangar of the Mao Mansion, Gan Jiang and Moye, who had successfully infiltrated, twitched their ears at the same time and looked at a small exhaust vent at the end of their sight. Her sight had passed through the small well that only allowed mice to pass through and caught the dense smoke.

"It must be Marshal Ferragu's people."

"He is indeed one of us."

"Not one of us, but he is definitely not a bad guy."

"After all, he is a colleague of Junior Master. No matter how unreliable he is, he can't be that unreliable."

"Yes, Junior Master also said that we are the most unreliable."

"Junior Master is always right. Of course, what Senior Brother said is also right. Mr. Mao's mansion is not simple. He is no ordinary traitor."

"Yes, he is a mysterious and powerful traitor, so we must fight hard."

At this point, the twin girls have stopped in front of the elevator door and stopped talking. They put their hands on the lightsabers at their waists at the same time.

In fact, ten minutes ago, when they entered the basement and felt the pulse of the spirit vein, they had already entered the battle state.

Then, the elevator door slowly opened in front of them, and a middle-aged man in a simple uniform put his hands behind his back and looked at the girl quietly.

That was another Mao Yuanzuo, a Mao Yuanzuo who was fifty years younger.