CHAPTER 404: 5 VOLUMES 25 CHAPTERS INSPIRATION_3

The funds spent to build Glory City could be used to construct twenty ordinary sub-cities of the same size! Extensive use of ultra-strength alloys, new construction materials fused with the latest technological crystallization, complex and solid internal structural design, coupled with a super energy shield device, the most powerful central computer, the most advanced electronic systems, and three flight squadrons and a missile base stationed on the open dome — the value of this building is imaginable.

Such a city is naturally not owned by any wealthy individual. In fact, a look at the entire map of the western suburbs of Hydefield City reveals that this city belongs to the military. Which billionaire could place an armored division around their home and designate a fifty-kilometer radius as a military and no-fly zone, patrolled day and night by the newly developed Eleventh Generation Mecha and fighter jets?

In fact, Glory City is the location of the Military Department of the Feiyang Republic. Everyone working here, even the janitors, are Republic Guard warriors who have undergone strict screening. Working here is an honor in itself! In the center of the building, there is a floor that many officers who have worked a lifetime in this city have never been to.

In an unremarkable office in this heavily guarded floor, an elderly man with a kind face sits in a wheelchair, half-closing his eyes as he listens to the report of a Major General.

In the silent room, only the steady and cautious voice of the Major General can be heard: "We and the Southeast Expeditionary Army of the Ryan Republic have reached the outer public Star System of the Knevel Republic. In twenty hours, we will enter the Blue Baltic Star System at the invitation of the President of the Knevel Republic."

"Hmm." The old man nodded, asking, "Now, have there been any changes in the battle situation between the Desic Empire and the Leray Federation?"

"No!" the Major General replied respectfully, "In the last twenty-four hours, the Desic Empire launched another attack on the space jump passage from Galileo to the Newton Star System, with two mixed fleets suffering over one-third losses while facing the ten-hour siege of four mixed fleets of the Leray Federation. Because the time management of the third attacking fleet was not adept, they were entangled by Leray’s Newton Local Fleet and unable to gain ground, and thus all retreated back to the Galileo Star System."

He glanced at the electronic folder in his hand and continued, "According to the judgment of the Combat Department, the Desic Empire is incapable of organizing a second attack within forty-eight hours..."

"Forty-eight hours," the old man muttered to himself, lightly waving his hand, "That’s enough. With Puditok and Tatania containing Desic, they can’t allocate more troops, and with our forces arriving now, it’s a pillar to the Southeast. I don’t hold much hope for the militarily weak alliance of four countries, but as long as the strongest among them, the Knevel Republic, can provide a forward base, with the fleet entering Little Pyrenees, this Western Alliance chess game isn’t going to be easy!"

As the old man spoke, his eyes opened, revealing clarity and sharpness surpassing that of young people, starkly contrasting with the cloudiness typical of ordinary elders: "Order Admiral Fiscella to proceed as planned, the advance troops must capture the Little Pyrenees Jump Point within forty-eight hours."

"Yes!"

"Our target is the Desic Empire; however, since we’re in Gazalin’s territory, we’ll inevitably have dealings with them, reach out to the Leray Federation, and see which faction those cunning politicians are currently collaborating with in Gazalin."

"Marshal, we’ve just received word that there is still a Leray Federation unit active in Mezrich, led by that Major General Tian Xingjian. Perhaps we can make contact with them."

"Oh? That much-trumpeted hero of Leray? He isn’t dead yet?"

"No."

"Alright then, help him out. It’s also an encouragement for Leray. After finding him, let him and his troops join the allied forces."

"Yes, Marshal Hastings."

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Fatty examined his hands closely, utterly bewildered. Breaking through his hand speed was one thing, but why, upon breaking through, was there no end to it?

His hand brushed lightly over the keyboard of the virtual cabin in "Sky-Filling Fire," and the computer data once again froze at 3600.

Sixty moves per second — it seems to increase every day.

"Damn it..." Fatty’s face twitched: "In a few days, won’t I be able to mock whoever the hell I want?"

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