Him and their stars.

Chapter 1816 He is no longer an ordinary traitor

Actually, Konoe Taro himself was just a mediocre bureaucrat. He was able to climb to this position simply because he had the longest seniority and was very popular in the community's bureaucratic system - remember, it was popularity, not prestige.

The reason why he was able to retain such a high position as Prime Minister was probably because President Nishita needed a mascot from the previous term to let the world know that he was an honest man who did not forget his roots.

In the political arena, being an honest person is always the most important character trait.

Prime Minister Konoha also returned the favor and played the role of a third-in-command with no sense of existence. Even when the imperial army was at the gates of the city, he did not flee.

This government is pretty good. Most of the MPs have fled, but the cabinet ministers are still very resolute. Is it really because they are very courageous, or do they have confidence in the mercy of the conqueror?

Marshal Ferragu thought so in his heart. Considering that he had been taken care of by the Prime Minister of the Guards when he was still a junior officer, he still reached out to support the other party and asked in surprise: "The pressure from the Vice President..."

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

Prime Minister Konoe nodded. Although his smile still seemed a little stiff, as if it was forced out of a leather suit, his excited eyes suddenly revealed a bit of gloating.

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

"Defection..." Marshal Ferragu 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 Council in Huaxu, hoping to obtain help from other countries through his work.

Although the alliance has shrunk, if the remaining civilizations and races that oppose the tyranny of the Empire unite, then they may be able to compete with the Empire.

Of course, anyone who has received basic education must know that theory is theory and reality is reality. Ideas that can only be realized under extremely ideal circumstances like this can almost be considered impossible.

But what else could we say? We couldn’t tell Minister Qiu to withdraw the delegation and wait for death.

The dignified Minister of Foreign Affairs has issued a military order, and said something like "Hua Xu is the battlefield. I will stay on the diplomatic battlefield of the Galactic Civilization Council and fight the Empire to the end." He looked like he would die by hitting the big clock in Independence Square if everyone did not agree. Of course, everyone could only wish him the best.

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, but it can only be said to be better than nothing.

The representatives of the Community to the Galactic Civilization Council still cry out in tears at the meeting place every day, and perhaps they can still attract some pitiful, empathetic and compassionate glances, but the support with real nutritional value is becoming less and less.

It can even be said that more and more people are standing on the side of the empire and starting to maliciously boo and cajole.

"You said the galaxy needs peace? Then, wouldn't Earth be able to have peace as long as it lays down its weapons?"

"Let's end this damn war quickly. The total trade volume of the Great High Seas and Femo has dropped to half of last year. We still have to do business!"

"Oh, right, there is also the New World and the Dawn Star Region."

"Yes, yes. Didn't we agree that the Dawn Star Region belongs to the entire Milky Way? Didn't we agree that we should all work together to develop it?"

"Are you going to exclude us from this war?"

"Peace! We want peace!"

The above is the mainstream opinion in the Galactic Civilization Council. When the war reaches this point, how can it be just a matter between the Empire and the Community?

The most humiliating thing happened on July 7th.

On that day, the community delegation organized a fundraising event for "Resisting Imperial Tyranny" on the streets of Huaxu. There were many onlookers, but only a few people donated generously.

After a busy day, the largest donation came from a gold royal paid by a passing Anmons diplomat, a member of the Empire's delegation to the Galactic Civilization Council.

"It's raining. Let's go back quickly. It's going to rain, so why bother?" The diplomat from Anmans said sincerely, with a pair of sympathetic eyes under his wrinkled face, like a monkey full of sadness.

This is no longer just sarcasm, it's clearly a humiliation.

The Earth representative at the scene thought, if it was a Tirelo noble passing by, I would tolerate it, but you, a red monkey, dare to be so arrogant? Do you really think that Earthlings are not your masters?

So, a good fundraising event turned into a street fight.

Then, a tall security robot arrived, separated the crowd with a water gun, and then shot electric arcs at the Earthling who took the first action according to the established procedure.

The Anmons diplomat, whose face had turned from red to purple with a hint of black, cried in front of the media cameras that rushed over after hearing the news, saying that he was really just a good person, and that when he was taking a walk, no matter if he came across a social worker collecting donations, a street performer performing, or other charity events, he would definitely help them. However, he never expected that he would be met with violence, and that the people on Earth were indeed barbaric and needed to be transformed by civilization.

As a result, the Earth diplomat who took the initiative was sentenced to six months in prison. Five other members of the delegation were also expelled from the country, including a member of Minister Qiu's secretarial team.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs suffered such a great humiliation that he became ill that day. The Community delegation was also a failure.

The representatives of the Galactic Civilization Council and the media were a little disappointed. The scene of the diplomats of the Community competing with the Empire in the parliament every day has always been the most beautiful scenery of the Galactic Civilization Council this year, and the traffic code of various current affairs media.

They are about to die and are not around anymore, so this news is hard to write...it's hard to write any more.

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

“If you think about it carefully, this country has only a history of more than 60 years, making it almost the youngest among the member states of the Civilization Parliament. Even if it really perishes, it will not make a big difference to the changes in the general trend of the universe.” A national representative whose name cannot be disclosed casually told reporters, his words full of the tragedy and shock of a grand narrative.

As for Minister Qiu, after he had recovered a little, he disappeared from the building, leaving behind only a typed letter of resignation and a handwritten note that read "I have lost all hope. Please don't worry about me."

Marshal Ferragu was shocked when he heard this: "...Why does he sound like a middle school student who has been heartbroken?"

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

Marshal Ferragu said embarrassedly: "Hehe, I studied at a culinary technical school in high school. How could my classmate disappear because of failing the exam? He could only be heartbroken."

The top student Prime Minister and the poor student Marshal Ferragu just stared at each other in silence. Five seconds later, the former burst into laughter.

This prime minister, who was as skinny and listless as a shriveled branch, always had a grimace on his face wherever he went, but now that he laughed so heartily, he suddenly looked even uglier.

The servants passing by the Mao Mansion also saw the Prime Minister's loss of composure, and naturally everyone looked at him with a sidelong glance. However, as elite domestic workers who had been tempered for thousands of years, they had nothing to say.

"So, has Minister Qiu been found?" Marshal Ferragu said.

"Found it. The National Bureau of Investigation found a man named Qiu at a ranch outside Huaxu."

"As expected... the intelligence stations of the National and the Committee can only operate in the safe areas of allies or neutral countries!"

Prime Minister Konoe laughed a lifeless laugh. "There are three of his lovers there. The oldest is fifteen years younger than the old man, and the youngest is only fifteen years old."

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

Of course, strictly speaking, this cannot be considered "defection", it can only be considered getting off the ship.

"How will the National Government deal with this?" "Of course we can only let him go. That place is Huaxu, we can't do dirty work and execute a dignified foreign minister." The Prime Minister smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Mao also said that when disaster strikes, everyone will flee, so why commit murder again?"

As a retired former prime minister, who is only a lifelong member of parliament, you can actually directly command the National Integrated Intelligence Agency's secret special service team stationed in foreign countries.

Marshal Ferragu thought that this was normal. He, Paul, was not someone to whom just any Tom, Dick and Harry would be loyal. Only a real boss behind the scenes like Mr. Mao Yuanzuo, who could make things happen without being in the government, could be considered a real man!

Of course, this was his previous thought.

The current marshal could not help but think, if it were the Empire or the Alliance, if a senior official of his side left without saying goodbye, even if he fled to the opposite capital, he would definitely be hunted down to the end, right?

Military discipline must be strict when large troops are fighting. Isn't military discipline even more strict when it comes to matters of family and country?

No, if it were during the time of Marshal Li, such a thing would never have happened.

What if it was during that boy's time? Marshal Ferragu could not help but imagine.

He heard the Prime Minister continue to mutter: "Marshal, I can understand old man Qiu. The war has reached this point. Tens of millions of people have died in our small community. A marshal and a minister even died in diplomatic activities. It is worthy of the spirits of the independent predecessors. However, the reality is that we have been betrayed by the Alliance. After Nephi abandoned us, we are isolated and helpless in this huge universe. Now, things have come to this point. We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate."

Prime Minister Konoe Taro was smiling, and his smile looked like a portrait.

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

The Prime Minister of the Guards shivered and turned to look at Marshal Ferragu, but what he saw was still that friendly, honest and simple smiling face, round as if filled with warm cotton.

Ten minutes later, in the conference hall of the Mao Mansion, all the guests were seated. There were congressmen, senior military officers, and of course cabinet ministers, as many as 20 to 30 people. If the person sitting at the head of the table was President Nishita himself, it would be like a high-level military and political meeting of the community.

Mr. Mao Yuanzuo, who had been retired for a long time and was enjoying his old age, sitting in the first seat, still looked energetic and calm, as if he was not affected by the real situation of the war at all.

"Things have come to this point, but it is not time to do everything we can and leave the rest to fate. There are still things you can do." He smiled, speaking in a calm and natural tone: "I hope that everyone will do their best to maintain law and order in 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 had promoted him to general and marshal, sighed in his heart, but remained expressionless, and moved the ruby ​​on the marshal's scepter.

……

10 kilometers away from the Eternal City of Praise Island, an ordinary atmospheric airship was floating 2000 meters above sea level, hiding in the clouds.

Inside the flying car, several technical officers wearing the 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."

"Team A is in place."

"Team B is in place."

"Team C has entered the combat area and will be in position in 20 seconds."

"Team D begins identifying targets."

As the responses from various sources 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 consisting of more than a dozen elite Marines had already started to move 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 group was only 500 meters away from the compound of the Mao Mansion, and the farthest group was hidden in a building on another island meters away. However, even so, they were all within the range of the electromagnetic rail anti-material sniper rifle.

In just half a minute, all the people in the courtyard of Mao Mansion and even in the buildings were within the hunting range of these elite archers.

And if they were on a battlefield, they could raze the manor to the ground in half a minute using deadly bullets that could tear apart an armored vehicle.

Of course, according to the intelligence determined in advance, the sniper team still had priority targets, including the elegant old housekeeper at the main entrance of the building, 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 bit innocent. Of course, in the world of psychics, anything is possible.

Also, this is by no means the entire arrangement.

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

There were a hundred armed guards in the mansion, but they were no match for them. Although they wore ordinary uniforms, they only used them to cover their close-fitting power combat suits. The ordinary car behind them also contained heavy weapons.

The only tricky thing might be the psychic.

Mao Yuanzuo has been the behind-the-scenes boss of 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 soldiers, how could they not dare to act just because of the possible existence of a powerful enemy?

These elite Marines quickly planned how to attack the Mao Mansion. After exchanging a few glances, they took action in unison.

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

At the same time, fire support from the distant city was also launched. The guardhouse at the door was instantly shattered by the bullets of the electromagnetic rifle, and the dozing old man at the door 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 a glimpse of the thick gunpowder smoke.

"It must be Marshal Ferragu's men."

"He really is one of our own."

"I can't say I'm one of us, but I'm definitely not a bad person either."

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

"Yes, yes, Junior Uncle also said that we are the least reliable."

"What Junior Uncle Master says is always right. Of course, what Senior Brother says is also right. Mr. Mao's mansion is very special. He is no longer an ordinary traitor."

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

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

In fact, ten minutes ago, when they entered the basement and felt the pulsation of the spiritual vein, they had already entered combat mode.

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, one who was fifty years younger.