Him and their stars.

Chapter 1796 We need to make the best use of our people
This is actually the most important part of the alliance's arms procurement plan.

President Nishita and the current government are hoping to regain the ability to build their own dreadnoughts through the construction of the last two God-class ships. Of course, they can also use this opportunity to transform their own armed forces, the Imperial Alliance, and a part of the self-produced and self-developed multinational mix and match style, into a pure alliance system.

But the problem is, how can it be that simple?

As an armament expert, Rozes discussed this matter several times with his omnipotent superior. The final conclusion was that the Mars shipyard might be able to get some equipment upgrades, and might be able to train thousands of technicians with similar experience, but in the end it could only build a hull or something.

As the most important core of a large battleship, everything from the engine to the energy terminal to the main gun to the radar, and even the special armor plating, still has to be imported from the Alliance.

Of course, even if this is the case, it is already the first step from scratch. Nowadays, who doesn’t start from the slipway?
Start with the hull, and then conduct reverse research and development on the remaining components step by step. As long as we can find a way to prevent the dignitaries from taking advantage of the situation, it will take a few decades to get this technology tree back on track.

However, it is obvious that Marshal Ferragu only wants to quickly turn the beautiful memories of his youth into reality, which is not in line with the objective development law of things. But who can blame an old man who is lost in memories?

The memories of the elderly and the imagination of children are equally beautiful spiritual worlds and should not be easily broken.

After a brief silence, Marshal Ferragu, who had climbed from a cook to the pinnacle of the army, finally returned to reality.

"When I first joined the army, the last Independence-class ship, the Liberty Flag, was coming down the slipway. At that time, I was a security captain at the Mars Shipyard. I watched the shipyard bustling with people and heard Marshal Li tell us that the Mars Shipyard must start building its own Titan in 20 years. However, it has been almost 50 years, and we don't even have the ability to build a Dreadnought."

The inexplicable fire at the Martian shipyard destroyed the fantasies of many people.

"Before the war started, who would have thought that there would be a Titan docked in this shipyard?"

Rozes remained silent. He knew that the other party didn't want any answer.

After a moment, Marshal Ferragu came back to his senses and looked directly at Rozes, his eyes flashing with deep emotions: "Lieutenant Colonel Rozes, I guess you are very familiar with this Independence?"

This is natural. Maybe no one in the community is more familiar with this ship than I am. This sentence pattern flashed through Rozes' mind, and he almost wanted to laugh out loud.

If that person were present, he would definitely say that.

However, Rozes is indeed worthy of this evaluation. When this ship was still called the Nature's Emblem, he was present at the battle to seize the ship, and even participated in the landing in person wearing armor. He also participated in the subsequent repairs, maintenance, transportation to the earth, and the final major construction.

Now, the new leadership of the Independence were all installed by the dignitaries from various factions, but only he, the close friend of the "Dawn Dragon", remained in office, and he was a very important second mate, which was a clear example of his ability.

As an elite officer from a prestigious family with high emotional intelligence, Lieutenant Colonel Chester Rosser smiled and said, "If you want to appoint me as captain, I will naturally accept the appointment. However, this is not in line with the personnel system and will surely cause an uproar in the army, right?"

Marshal Ferragu laughed instead of getting angry: "Haha, as expected of his subordinates, you should have such a courage and determination! No, a real soldier should also have such a courage and determination."

He shook his head again in self-mockery: "This is a courage that people like me will never be able to learn in our lifetime."

You are too kind. You are the Marshal of the Community and a model of soldiers. Rozes felt that if he said this directly, it might sound sarcastic.

However, before he could finish his words, Marshal Ferragu interrupted him and said, "Lieutenant Colonel, I am indeed not a qualified soldier. I am just a low-class politician who rose to the top by relying on special operations. Haha, although I wear a military uniform and hold a marshal's baton, I know my background. My great-grandfather and grandfather served the governor of the empire, and my father and brother served Mr. Mao. Only then did I have the opportunity to advance. Hahaha, if old Paul was not so handsome, people might say that I got to the top by selling hooks. In comparison, cook is already a very polite name."

Luo Zeshi said sincerely: "You are an excellent commander. Even if Commander Yu were here, he would say the same thing."

"Although he is a disobedient boy, he is still a good boy. Ha, Lieutenant Colonel, you too." Marshal Ferragu was moved sincerely, and his subsequent self-mockery seemed more sober: "But I am the same kind of person as them."

He pointed at the blue planet outside the porthole and said, "I know too well that this so-called defense of the Earth is just a political show. Should my Titan...our Titan be wasted in such a battlefield? Lieutenant Colonel, you are his first adjutant. If he were here, what would you do?"

Is this a sincere question, or is this fishing on behalf of someone else?
Rozes looked directly into the marshal's eyes and hesitated for a moment.

However, Marshal Ferragu did not wait for an answer. Or rather, he did not want a definite answer now, and he suddenly changed the subject: "The advisors of the alliance fought side by side with us until the end, and more than a dozen of them died in the battle. They proved the friendship between the two countries with their blood. And the rest are all talented people, much better than the mob under my command. As for Major General Claire Belmonte, he is both civil and military, and very handsome."

Luo Zeshi said: "He has the potential to become a great commander. This is what Commander Yu Lian said."

Marshal Ferragu glanced at the second mate of the Titan with a meaningful look: "That's good. He is also on board this Titan now, and I did not stop him. Lieutenant Colonel, if Brother Yu was here, he would definitely make full use of him. Don't you agree?"

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At the same time, the mercenary Claire Belmont was walking in the corridor of the rear cabin of the Independence with brisk steps as if he was taking a stroll.

He was just a mercenary without an official identity. Theoretically, he should not have entered the core part of the community's largest battleship, but it was obvious that no one was prepared to restrict their actions.

In fact, he had passed through at least ten checkpoints along the way and encountered patrol robots and guards no less than five times, but no one raised any questions.

There was even an officer he knew, a man who called himself Colonel Londel, who exchanged a few words with him.

"General Bei, are you going to board this ship as well?"

"Well... our current identity is mercenaries, and we obey the orders of your country's National Defense Committee and Marshal Ferragu." "Marshal Ferragu can't do without you." Colonel Londel nodded and said, "Doesn't that mean that I can always listen to your teachings? I look forward to it very much."

Colonel Rondell spoke the business courtesies meticulously, and then saluted meticulously to say his last.

Of course, when they parted, Claire couldn't help but look at the other person's back a little longer.

From the tone of his voice, it sounded like he was an old acquaintance. Perhaps he was a member of the local fleet, and he had fought on the New Asia front with him and then retreated back to Earth together. If that was true, then he was an old comrade.

However, Claire found it difficult to confirm whether he knew this person.

This uncertainty was enough to make him extremely alert. Although Master Claire Belmont was a cynical and playful person, he was, after all, a psychic with a family background. Not only did he have a memory far superior to that of an ordinary person, he had also received systematic training in intelligence. There was no reason for him not to remember the people he had met.

What's more, the colonel is a senior military officer and he can't be a background role no matter where he is.

This Londel had used his psychic power to distort his perception, right? Krel made such a judgment.

"So, who is he representing by showing up at this time? What is he trying to convey to me? Hey, is there anything you can't just say? Don't you know that the thing I hate the most is the Riddler?" The eldest son of the Belmont family put his hands on his hips, looking out the window at the distant Earth, his eyes wandering:
"This damn place, the Earth, looks like a jar, but it's actually a deep well. Brother Yu Lian, if you want long-term peace and stability, you have to work hard."

Of course, no matter how deep the water is, it has little to do with him. Although he was vigilant, Krell's first priority was not to argue with an unidentified Earth psychic. He temporarily put this little episode behind him and continued to move forward, and soon went down to the second engine control room on the lower level of the Independence.

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Of course, although it is called the Titan's second "engine control room", the atmosphere inside is not high-tech at all, and it is even a little bit anti-civilization.

Compared to the spacious space of the main power control room and several sub-engine rooms, this place is indeed much darker. Although the walls and floors are also paved with circuits and energy pipelines, and artificial lights are occasionally flickering, the pedestal in the center of the house that seems to be made of ancient jade is naturally a scene that is quite distracting.

This is a scene that should appear in a fantasy world like Gaboya OL, not in a space battleship in the Galaxy Age.

Of course, Krell himself was in a stable mood. In fact, there were also these weird and mysterious things on the Titan ships of the Alliance. He had seen them many times when he was twelve years old.

The stone platform is engraved with all kinds of complex and delicate runes, full of ancient style and charm, like the crystallization of wisdom of some lost ancient times.

The spiritual light quietly lit up as these characters moved, and sprinkled into the dark room, just like the mottled stars in the night sky. With the extremely rhythmic flickering, the air in the room seemed to be becoming more solemn and grand. However, this was only Belmont's own experience.

If an ordinary person were here, he would be dazzled by the rhythm of the aura, but he would not be able to feel any changes in the aura. He turned on his terminal, put on the glasses-like instrument, and scanned all the scenes within his sight. The picture fed back by the terminal perfectly restored everything on the scene, except that the aura could not be scanned.

Claire sighed secretly, "Sure enough", and carefully took out a piece of golden paper from somewhere deep in the gap of his belt, stuck it on his terminal, coughed twice, and then dialed a number.

After the terminal rang three times, a small holographic half-body finally popped up, and it was none other than Yamida Berenkester.

"Oh my? Isn't this the defeated general, Major General Claire Belmont?" She folded her hands expressionlessly, looking at him as if he was looking at garbage.

Belmonte twitched his lips and said in distress, "Haven't I already reported the details? No one can survive a situation like that."

"So an entire fleet was defeated by a single ship? This once again made that orange...mother dragon famous?" Yani snorted coldly.

So do you blame me for being beaten, or do you blame me for making King Su famous?
"This, this Imperial Fleet was also defeated by Brother Yu Lian with just one ship, wasn't it?"

Yani's eyes were suddenly filled with unspeakable sorrow, as if she had seen a sad old mother whose son, whom she had raised, had fallen into depravity and become a gigolo.

"Krel, Krel, I thought a healthy adult shouldn't compete with others. Even the slightly ambitious Tasseled Sandpiper wants to be a lord male, and shouldn't indulge in the humble life of a satellite male selling hooks. But look at you now, you are not even as good as a clam. You shouldn't be like this. Have you really been intoxicated by the flavor of the Earth?"

Claire was humiliated thoroughly, but he still stammered in a weak voice, "This, this can't be blamed on me... Even if King Su hadn't defeated her with just one ship, her follow-up reinforcements would have continued to arrive. At least I persuaded Marshal Ferragu to retreat decisively, and the fleet was intact. These Earth fleets are not under my command, so how can I do my best? I, and others, are also working very hard."

Yani smiled and said, "Yes, I know you tried your best, so I didn't order you to commit suicide to thank the world."

How did she get to the point of committing suicide? Claire couldn't judge whether this girl, no, this lady who was the special assistant for defense affairs of the Azure Palace, was joking. Anyway, as the situation of the community took a sharp turn for the worse and Yu Lian and the dragon ship disappeared, her condition seemed to be a little unstable.

Fortunately, the current instability is only reflected in the sharp words. Overall, Miss Bei's attitude is still natural when dealing with serious matters.

"How is the Titan now?"

Claire cleared his cough and reported, "Their spirit engine uses a secret encryption, so I can't take pictures. I can only rely on my naked eyes and rote memory. However, I can confirm that in terms of stability and endurance, they are indeed one era ahead of us. Yani, we have to admit that in terms of military technology, the Empire is actually ahead of us, especially in the combination of mysticism and science."

Miss Bei admitted this frankly: "I know. Of course, the decision-makers of the alliance also know this. The reason why we can form a strategic balance with the empire is because of our size advantage. If we can't play this advantage, we will only suffer in the confrontation with the empire. It's a pity that the alliance is in a turbulent moment right now."

At this point, Yani couldn't help but spit and gritted her teeth and said, "That little rascal really gave me a big eye drop."

You should let those leaders of the member states who fear you like a tiger see what you look like now. Claire wanted to raise his eyes and roll his eyes vigorously, but he didn't dare to do so.