Him and their stars.

Chapter 1975 How many friendly troops are left at the Iron Shackles?

Well, although the above statement is a bit idealistic, since Feifei is so sure, Yu Lian really can't find any reason to refute it.

Anyway, he is not very familiar with the Eight Rings in his two lifetimes combined, so he can only wait until the girl comes back and then make a long-term plan.

In order to facilitate the relocation, Feifei directly used her command authority and requisitioned more than one hundred Bifangs on site.

The scene of the chubby bouncy ball robots transforming on the spot and combining into unmanned cargo planes was actually quite spectacular, but the Imperials who died were no longer visible.

Of course, the induction and relocation of zero elements is a delicate job, and it still takes some time. During the whole waiting process, Feifei and the others also found the database terminal of the Prince Si's Mansion, which can only be regarded as a bonus after the feast.

After connecting to the Silence, Lieutenant Hines and his team cracked the firewall in less than half a minute and began copying data.

I don’t know if it will be useful, but I have to copy it down anyway.

Feifei was not too interested in all the buzzing information, but her intuition made her notice at first glance a sailing record from the Planetary Shipping Administration two weeks ago.

A cruise ship belonging to the Slen Royal Family left Slenburg two weeks ago and headed for Iron Shackles Peak.

"In other words, that little King Si is now in Iron Shackles?" Yu Lianqi asked, "What is a newly enthroned Elector King going to do in the largest prisoner-of-war camp in this star region? Could it be that he feels that his retainers are still the confidants of his predecessor and he is not able to use them well, so he wants to recruit some talents from the prisoners of war?"

As soon as he said this, Yu Lian felt that the memory of the shame game in his previous life was attacking him again.

Feifei said, "We really can't rule out this possibility. The great nobles of the empire really have a glorious tradition of recruiting retainers from prisoners of war. They are very confident in their own attractiveness."

Yu Lian had to smile bitterly and nodded: "But in fact, this path is indeed very attractive. Mr. Qi said that the history of our civilization is nothing more than the history of being content to be a dog, and the history of being an uneasy dog. In comparison, being a dog for the empire masters is not a bad choice."

Iron Shackle Peak is the largest prisoner-of-war camp in the Tailai Sector. In addition to more than 30,000 Earthlings, there are more than 10 million prisoners of war of various races from the Milky Way and even the opposite colonies.

Of course, they should be far superior to ordinary people in terms of physical fitness and knowledge level.

"Maybe she has already recruited a lot of people from Iron Shackles." Feifei smiled and said, "If I were her, I would definitely not let go of talents like General Watt Lar. Even Mr. Mota can find a promising butler job in the Wang family. Serving the young lady in peacetime and acting as a bodyguard in times of crisis, isn't this the beginning of an interesting story?"

Well, the story of a big black fat butler of common origin serving a noble beautiful young lady master is indeed a classic development.

But putting aside all the overly sci-fi developments, the fact that a noble underage girl ran to a prisoner-of-war camp does indeed exude an inexplicable sense of abstraction.

Feifei also agreed, but still had doubts: "It is indeed a coincidence that this Miss Chosen is leaning on the iron shackles at this time. Moreover, the records left in the Navigation Administration seem to be waiting for us to come and read them."

This statement is a bit free of judgment, but there is no such thing as free judgment for psychics.

"But we can't change our plan to go to the top of Iron Shackles next."

"I'm not trying to persuade you to change. I just want you to be more careful."

"..."

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm an assassin. Even though I look reckless, everything is planned out carefully."

Having said that, the Silence has been on high alert since entering the Empire. Now, there is just one more enemy that needs to be put on the watch list.

At this time, Xiao Hui said in a ghost story-telling tone, "You really have to be careful. Oh, your enemy is a military empire with a long history. They will not invade using only one visible method."

As the two looked at each other, Miss Robot laughed like a barbell and disappeared again.

"She is deliberately messing with our mentality. I just got the Dream Rainbow Pupil, and the realm of demigod is right in front of me, but I'm still very happy." Feifei said unhappily.

Yu Lian said something fair: "But she is indeed reminding us."

"Yes. But she's still messing with my mentality."

The Wide Silence left behind the razed Golden Feather Palace, the emptied treasures, and the entire planet in turmoil, and turned away. They had of course already determined that a large group of trembling nobles were hiding in the basement of the Golden Feather Palace, and even had the activation code for the armored gate. However, Yu Lian said that he was not a devil after all, and apart from giving those brave warriors with weapons a fair end, he was too lazy to bother with the old, weak, women and children.

Of course, the more important reason is that the surrounding imperial fleets are about to swarm in, and he really doesn't have time to argue with these old men who have no strategic value.

Before the Nobov fleet arrived at the galaxy, the Silence, which had finally recovered a lot of the "Mirage" system's energy, entered stealth mode again and passed by the imperial fleet closest to it.

…well, actually it’s rubbing against a galaxy.

Of course, with the stealth capability of the Silence and the power of the arc cannon, there were countless opportunities to launch a sneak attack on the enemy along the way, but Yu Lian finally gave up this tempting plan.

In this way, the Battle of Schlenburg came to an end. Overall, although there was a hint of uncertainty due to King Slenn's actions, it was still a victorious battle, a glorious battle, a fruitful battle, and a battle that would go down in history and move towards the future.

If there really is such a high-sounding group as "future historians", their evaluation of the Battle of Schlumberg would surely be full of vivid colors, right?
This war has been going on for more than a year. With the Community already functionally destroyed, it was the first time that the people of Earth brought the flames to the heartland of the Empire. It was the first time that a densely populated urban planet witnessed a meteor crash. It was the first time that the upper class of the Empire felt the heat of the war in the most direct way. The previous commerce-breaking fleet and the Silence had of course done the same thing, but they had basically been wandering around in the border star regions, and what was knocked down were purely military facilities.

In any case, this galaxy is the seat of an electoral emperor after all, located in the heart of the empire's homeland, and an overly dramatic and large-scale turmoil is destined not to last too long.

Half a day later, when General Nobov's troops arrived at the planet, fully armed armored grenadiers dropped into the city and began to quell the rebellion. When they treated the rioters, zero-dollar shoppers, rebels, or innocent passers-by equally, all the armed and unarmed, and even ordinary citizens who were trembling in their own houses and dared not go out, it was time to stop the unrest.

It's like chemotherapy, but whether it's cancer cells or good cells, everything is equal.

In just two hours, the troops suppressing the rebellion killed at least 100,000 people, and the number of those injured by mistake was simply impossible to count. But in any case, after such a brutal suppression, the large-scale riots in Schlumberg did stop.

This still cannot change the tragic fact that the Jinyu Palace was burned down, but at least there are no "rebels" and "thugs" driving tanks and firing indiscriminately in the central square of the city.

Then, it’s time for the statistics that everyone loves to see.

Just a preliminary count determined that at least tens of thousands of nobles and ten times that many citizens died in the turmoil.

The above figures do not include the palace guards which have been defeated.

Lieutenant General Nobov immediately shot the four surviving brigade commanders of the royal guard, but this did not make the atmosphere on the planet better. It was more like a typical act of venting anger.

The Tirrero people's seemingly insatiable desire for conquest has brought suffering to people all over the world. Now it is the turn of the noblest Tirrero people to howl.

However, this is not the end. How many weapons have fallen into the hands of the "rebels" and how long the long-term unrest and security decline on the planet will last, even the leaders of the Xingjian Pavilion and the bigwigs of the Privy Council cannot guarantee it.

And this is indeed the case. Even ten years later, vicious incidents caused by military weapons still occur from time to time in Schlumberg.

However, that's for later.

As for the instigator of all the above, after making sure that he had sneaked out of the encirclement of the Imperial Fleet, he lifted the stealth status of the Silence. Although this Mirage system is easy to use, it is still a big energy consumer, so of course you have to save as much as possible.

"The Imperial Army should soon discover that King Slenn is not in Slenburg, and may even confirm that she is at the top of Iron Shackles." Feifei said.

"Indeed. They will restore the law and order of Schlumburg as quickly as possible, and then rush here as quickly as possible." Yu Lian said, then looked at Deng Zhengqing.

The latter replied: "We have cleared enough space inside the ship. Although it is a bit cramped, it is enough to accommodate another 30,000 to 40,000 people. However, it will still take some time to organize so many people to board the ship."

"How long will it take exactly?" Yu Lian asked.

"This is not something we can decide. We can only look at the situation on the spot."

Having said that, he immediately took out a detailed plan: including statistics on all vehicles in the Silence, the average time for entry and exit between small transport boats and the Silence itself, as well as the known traffic conditions at Iron Shackle Peak, etc.

"It will take at least 48 hours, assuming our friendly forces can maintain officer-level organization and fully cooperate?"

Deng Zhengqing nodded slightly, his expression serious and his tone frank: "In addition, how many friendly troops are left on the Iron Shackle Peak is really worth discussing."

(End of this chapter)