I built an armada.

Filled with resentment, Carterwell started cursing again.

"Fuck, the Dragon Summer Tribe is getting more and more arrogant in trying to get us to back down."

"They don't respect our Eagle Tribe at all! It's infuriating! Do they think we have to beg them? A bunch of greedy bastards!"

"I called you guys first, isn't that a concession? What else do you want? Don't push your luck!"

"The more I think about it, the angrier I get! I'm so angry!"

After grumbling for a while, Carterwell made up his mind to put the matter aside.

He didn't want to lose face any longer; this was something no human being would do, especially not a high-ranking member of the Eagle Tribe like himself.

Having grown accustomed to being high and mighty, the thought of suddenly making him yield is more appealing than simply killing him with a knife!
"Damn it, whoever has the nerve to beg the Dragon Summer Tribe can go ahead and beg, I don't care anymore."

"Whoever is interested, let the hell do it."

After complaining, he made a decision to report the matter to the chief and ask him to find someone more capable to handle it.

On the other side, in the Black Palace, in the Great Chief's office.

The chieftain and his advisor waited anxiously for the latest news from Carterwell. They were unaware that Carterwell had not yet come to his senses and remained as arrogant as ever.

"I wasn't mistaken, was it an order for Carterwell to personally communicate with the Dragonxia tribe?"

After receiving confirmation from his advisors, the chieftain frowned and said, "Almost two minutes have passed, shouldn't we have the results by now?"

"Great Chief, rest assured, Carterwell is a very experienced foreign affairs officer."

The aide nodded seriously. "And you've already told him that the situation at the front is extremely urgent and that both sides need to sit down and negotiate immediately."

"I believe he should be able to understand what we mean and handle this matter well."

The chieftain nodded seriously and said, "That's good."

He carefully recalled the things he had just told Carterwell, and then he felt a little more at ease.

Regardless, they are the strongest nation on Earth in terms of overall national strength. For Carterwell, the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, to personally contact them is already a huge favor to the Longxia tribe.

If it were any other country, would Carterwell need to personally intervene? Sending an assistant or the local ambassador would suffice.

"Ding ding, ding ding!"

Suddenly, the red internal telephone on the chief's desk rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Carterwell. He immediately pointed and gestured to his staff, as if to say, "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

The aide nodded and quickly moved closer, intending to listen to what Carterwell had to say together with the High Chief.

As a staff officer, the advisor needs to learn from Carterwell what demands the Dragonsha tribe has made, and then offer suggestions that are beneficial to the Eagle tribe. This is the duty of a staff officer!
The staff were already working at full speed, figuring out how to continue their struggle with the Dragonxia tribe, but they didn't expect Carterwell's very displeased voice.

"Chief, Ambassador Chen is too arrogant. He doesn't take us seriously at all. They are deliberately making things difficult for us. This is something no human being would do."

“I took the initiative and approached them in a very polite manner to suggest that both sides need to sit down and hold consultations again. That damned Ambassador Chen had no intention of sitting down at all, and even said that you have to beg someone's hand when you ask for help. He was obviously trying to get us to make major concessions.”

"Great Chief, look how arrogant they are! They don't take us seriously at all!"

"They're too arrogant. They actually want us to make concessions. Should I give up my position to them?"

Hearing Carterwell's complaints, the High Chief's brow twitched violently, and a very ominous premonition arose in his heart. The aide standing nearby looked utterly embarrassed; he had just been showering Carterwell with praise, never expecting him to be so easily flustered and utterly cringe.

The situation at the front was already incredibly urgent, and this round trip wasted so much time. It's uncertain how much longer the Enterprise carrier strike group can hold out. If time continues to be wasted, who knows what might happen at the front?

The chieftain naturally realized this as well, and was therefore very anxious.

"Cartwell, do you know that what you're doing is delaying national affairs?" the chieftain rebuked in a stern voice.

Carterwell's head was buzzing when he heard this; he was utterly shocked.

Holy crap, what on earth happened? How did I manage to delay national affairs?
He was the head of the foreign affairs department of the Eagle Tribe, representing the face of the Eagle Tribe in foreign exchanges. Now, he was ridiculed by the head of the foreign affairs department of the Dragon Summer Tribe and suffered a great injustice. He originally wanted to complain to the chief, but shouldn't the chief stand on the same side as him and attack the Dragon Summer Tribe?

Why did they suddenly turn around and unleash a torrent of abuse on him? He felt like he had been hit with a critical strike, and it was from one of his own people.

Holy crap, why does it feel like the Great Chief isn't from the same country as me?

The Great Chief's attitude has changed too drastically! How did he end up pleasing neither side?

No, there's a saying among the Longxia people: "When things are out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on." There must be something going on behind this, otherwise the Great Chieftain wouldn't be acting this way.

After thinking it over, Carterwell realized something was wrong and gritted his teeth, asking, "Chief, please tell me, what exactly happened in the conflict at the front?"

"In the end what happened?"

The chieftain's tone was icy cold, "Do you know how many people will die or be wounded on the front lines because of your deliberate delay? Do you know?"

"What? Because of me?"

Carterwell felt like he'd been punched in the back of the head; he couldn't understand how he'd caused so many deaths on the front lines. It seemed like it had nothing to do with him.

He always followed the same procedure, didn't he? Everything was perfectly normal, so why did it change today?
The chieftain, suppressing the urge to beat Carterwell up, explained irritably, "Our Enterprise carrier fleet has been hijacked by the Dragonxia Navy. They only gave us five minutes, and you've already wasted at least two. If you waste any more time, don't blame me for dismissing you and sending you to court!"

"Listen to me carefully. This time, you must negotiate with the Dragonxia Tribe with utmost sincerity to secure a chance for the Enterprise carrier fleet to survive!"

"Did you hear that? You damn bastard!"

Carterwell felt like his ears were about to explode, as if he could already see the Chief crawling out of the phone line, grabbing him by the collar and yelling at him. His mind was in turmoil, utterly shocked.

He had previously thought that the war on the front lines would not go too smoothly, after all, it was the Longxia tribe, a country that had the power to overturn the table, so he needed to sit down and negotiate with them.

In any case, this is the home ground of the Longxia tribe. The Longxia people have always liked to keep things to themselves. Even if they have any trump cards or weapons, they are used to hiding them. Therefore, if the Longxia army makes any big moves, the aircraft carrier fleet really won't be able to withstand it.

This is perfectly normal and understandable.

But to his utter surprise, the crisis at the front was more than ten times worse than he had imagined!

The Enterprise carrier strike group is on the brink of destruction, and the crew members are in grave danger.

Thinking of all this, Carterwell felt a chill suddenly shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and his body trembled violently. No wonder the chief was so angry; it really was his fault that he had almost caused a disaster!

"Great Chieftain, what should I do next?"

Carterwell's voice trembled. "The Dragonxia people want our stance, and they want us to make concessions. What stance should I take, and what concessions should I make?"

The chief was somewhat bewildered and couldn't help but gasp. He finally understood why Carterwell was so irritable and couldn't even handle this simple matter.

It turns out that the Longxia people wanted their attitude and substantial concessions.

Moreover, such a concession is likely to be substantial, and the Longxia people will certainly take the opportunity to make exorbitant demands.

If this had happened before, and the aircraft carrier fleet hadn't been hijacked by the Longxia Navy, the Great Chieftain would have been furious and cursing.

But now, he has to suppress his anger and calm down to consider what kind of concessions he should make.

He couldn't help but look at his staff, signaling them to quickly come up with a solution—how could they save the Enterprise carrier fleet at the lowest possible cost?

A moment later, the advisor suggested, "Chief, let Carterwell try to contact the Dragonsha tribe again to sound them out. I'll consider it."

The chief immediately understood, and after telling Carterwell to "just wait," he hung up the phone. He then immediately called Hawke Henry, the head of the military affairs department.

Upon receiving the call, Hawke Henry immediately understood the chief's meaning and said, "Please rest assured, Chief, I will now speak with the high-ranking officials of the military affairs department of the Dragonxia tribe."

"Alright, then I won't keep you any longer. Get moving as soon as possible." The chieftain hung up the phone after saying that, and at the same time breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Finally, there's someone who understands things, unlike Carterwell who's inflexible and keeps putting on airs even when things are really bad.

Is now the time to put on airs? If the Enterprise carrier fleet were to be completely annihilated, the news would shock the entire planet, and they would lose face. How could they then dominate the planet?

How can they then lead their Western allies to stir up trouble around the world and profit from the chaos?

On the other side, in the Longxia tribe, within the Beijing Military Region, in a quaint courtyard house.

Xue Shuai sat comfortably in his chair, sipping his tea and quietly awaiting news of the final victory at the front. The moonlight, like milk, spilled across the courtyard, inspiring him to appreciate the beauty of the scene.

Two minutes ago, the sky was covered with dark clouds and not a single star could be seen, but now they have all disappeared.

The bright moonlight and the ancient courtyard complement each other, creating a beautiful and charming night scene that is refreshing and delightful.

Just then, a guard rushed over with a mobile phone in hand and reported, "Report, Hawk Henry, head of the Eagle Tribe's military affairs department, requests a direct call with you."

"Why?"

Xue Shuai was clearly taken aback, somewhat confused as to why the other party would suddenly seek to speak directly with him.

After a moment's thought, he immediately guessed that the emergency call was probably closely related to the battle at the front.

He didn't know how far the war had progressed, but he firmly believed that his side had the absolute initiative and even had control over the Eagle Tribe's aircraft carrier fleet. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sought communication so urgently, especially at such a late hour.

"In that case, let's take it."

Commander Xue nodded in agreement, and soon the two sides established a telephone communication link at the highest level of the military affairs department.

"Mr. Hawke, you never visit me unless you have a reason. What brings you here so late?"

After the call connected, the two exchanged pleasantries for a while before Xue Shuai got straight to the point, cheerfully asking the question.

Hawk Henry visibly frowned, but said directly, "Commander Xue, I won't beat around the bush, the situation is urgent."

"I need to discuss with you the situation of our Enterprise carrier fleet."

"So that's it."

Xue Shuai seemed oblivious to what had transpired at the front lines, instead asking with a look of surprise, "Mr. Hawke, what's the situation with your Enterprise aircraft carrier? I'm not quite sure. Shouldn't it be stationed at the Eastern Wilderness Tribe?"

"Oh I see."

"You recently issued a notice to replace the Enterprise carrier fleet with the Condor carrier fleet, which will continue to be stationed in the Eastern Wilderness Tribe. Could it be that an accident occurred during the rotation of the two carrier fleets?"

Xue Shuai was talking to himself, pretending he knew nothing.

"You had an accident, so you should handle it yourselves. Why did you contact me in the middle of the night? I was sleeping, and you woke me up. How cruel of you is that?"

Hawke Henry was so angry at Xue Shuai's attitude of pretending to be ignorant that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Damn it, do you have no shame at all? The Enterprise carrier fleet has already been hijacked by you, and you still have the nerve to say something like that?
And then he accused me of disturbing your rest, what a smooth-talking way of turning the tables!

This is infuriating! How can the dignified commander-in-chief of the Longxia tribe's three armies be so shameless? (End of Chapter)