Galactic Conquest Manual

Chapter 532
The commander of the Seventh Fleet located in the Mughal theater was transferred to the Minaya theater, so that the officers and soldiers of this fleet were temporarily unclear about the intention of the top.

Changing generals before the battle can be described as a taboo for military strategists, and this happened once half a year ago.

And at that time, the war strategy was adjusted, so that the entire Seventh Fleet, which had a blood feud with the Mughals, was like a wild beast imprisoned in a cage, restrained from the anger of revenge.

Although the commander who succeeded the original commander Mike followed the steps and won consecutive battles against the Mughals, even so, the morale of the entire Seventh Fleet was very low.

However, the various combat plans that the Seventh Fleet originally implemented today have all been put on hold, and the Seventh Fleet will face another change of command before the battle.

The officers and soldiers in the headquarters naturally talked about the Seventh Fleet's replacement.

"I'm afraid the Ministry of Defense wants to dismantle our entire Seventh Fleet?"

"Hey, our predecessor was the famous Seventh Fleet in the Earth Era. Look at it now, how can it have the glory it once had."

"No matter how smooth the war is, it seems that everyone's enthusiasm is restrained by those guys from the Ministry of National Defense."

"Whoever his commander is this time, I will retire after this battle. Millikin has let me down."

A gloomy mood is spreading from top to bottom of the Seventh Fleet.

"Pfft..."

As the mechanical door of the headquarters opened, an officer and soldier happily broke into the headquarters: "My God! The new fleet commander is here! The new fleet commander is here! Everyone, gather quickly and prepare to line up to welcome!"

The officers and soldiers of the headquarters looked at the guy who came in with a look of bewilderment, wondering what the hell was this reckless guy doing?

I saw him with a happy face, dancing and saying: "Hurry up, why are you still in a daze, the commander will arrive soon, hurry up and gather in line!"

However, the soldiers in the command headquarters looked negative and started to move slowly, not caring who the new commander was at all.

"Puff puff puff..."

As the mechanical door of the headquarters opened again, a heroic man strode in from the door, with his hands behind his back, his eyes scanned the crowd like an eagle.

Those eyes were full of murderous intent, which made everyone excited.

The man said with a sullen face, "What are you doing?"

At this time, the officers and soldiers of the command immediately cheered: "God, it's General Mike!"

"Is he our new commander!"

"Oh my God, I thought General Mike wouldn't have anything to do with us after being transferred to Minaya!"

Everyone and Mike experienced the nuclear explosion in Mahatma City together, and they were very clear about Mike's hatred for the Mughals.

And now what it means for Mike to come back, the guy with a brighter head immediately smelled the changes. The war strategy of the United States against the Mughals has changed.

Someone reacted and muttered: "No wonder all the offensives in the past few days have stopped."

At this time, the projection of Moss, the artificial intelligence of the Seventh Fleet, stood in front of Mike and greeted him: "General Mike, the Seventh Fleet welcomes you back."

Mike glanced at Moss, still the cold mechanical voice without emotion.

That time I was relieved of command, although I had nothing to do with this guy, but as an executive, Mike didn't like all artificial intelligence.

Mike didn't agree with Moss, but looked at the officers and soldiers in the headquarters who were sluggish in place, and ordered: "Report the Mughal battle situation to me, now, immediately!"

"Yes!"

There is no grand welcome banquet, but to devote oneself to work with the most enthusiasm is the greatest welcome given to Mike by the officers and soldiers of the headquarters.

In the headquarters of China's Third Fleet, the artificial intelligence Xiaomei appeared beside Wu Jianguo holding a document with a smile: "Commander, a notification from the alliance is about the transfer of the commander of the Seventh Fleet of the United States."

Wu Jianguo was stunned: "It's the Seventh Fleet again. Didn't the commander just change? Another commander?"

Wu Jianguo was really confused by Millikin's operation and couldn't understand it.

However, when Wu Jianguo opened his wrist and accepted the information from Xiaomei, a joyful expression appeared on his face.

"Hahaha, that guy Mike has actually returned to the Seventh Fleet. No wonder some time ago it was said that the war restrictions on the Mughals were lifted, but the higher-ups didn't let us carry out the battle immediately, and sometimes waited for the rice army to launch operations together."

"I also said, what are you waiting for the U.S. military to do? It turned out that I was waiting for the return of the Mughal protagonist, haha."

"Send a communication request to the Seventh Fleet, and I want to congratulate Mike."

"clear."

In the headquarters of the Seventh Fleet of the Mi Army, Mike was checking the relevant information of various Mughal battlefields with the help of Moss, who was more affectionate.

At this time, two communication requests popped up.

Mike saw that one was from Huaxia Wu Jianguo, and the other was from Lucia Poronov.

Two friends I met from the Europa joint military exercise, Mike connected through the communication casually.

I saw Poronov with a red nose and warm welcome: "Mike, my old friend, welcome back to the Mughal battlefield. Wu and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Wu Jianguo's hologram laughed beside him and said, "Mike, do you want to go to Poronov's place and drink vodka to cleanse you, or come to our Third Fleet for Chinese food?"

Facing the two old guys who fought side by side, Mike stretched out his fingers and waved his hands: "No, no, if you want to welcome me, why not immediately make a plan to eliminate the Mughals. The tasks I received are three Defeat the Mughals within a month, time waits for no one."

"After the Mughal war is over, I don't need you two to invite me. I should invite you to the Seventh Fleet to try the ancestral BBQ."

Wu Jianguo was a little surprised by the order Mike received: "3 months, the pressure is too tight, Lao Bo and I are both 4 months old."

However, Mike said word by word: "The war restrictions have been lifted."

Wu Jianguo suddenly realized that although the war restrictions were lifted, Huaxia's end to the Mughal war could indeed be shortened to 4 months.

But for a country like Milijian who has a deep hatred for the Mughals, it is possible to take extreme measures and shorten it to 3 months, or even 2 months.

Poronov speculated on the side: "Mike, are you planning to push flat violently?"

Eliminating the Mughals in the same way as aliens would have ended the war within 3 months.

At this time, Wu Jianguo reminded: "This matter must be handled carefully. Minaya may trigger the invasion of extragalactic civilizations. You know this."

"After all, the Mughals are still human beings on Earth, and they will be an important force for us to jointly fight against the invasion of extragalactic civilizations in the future. The corruption is not as high as the Mughals who grew up in a modern educational environment."

Mike pondered for a moment: "So I need us to work out a detailed combat plan together."

In a secret base in Gandhi Star, the lifelong Mughal Prime Minister Cindy looked solemn.

Minaya's trick led to the transformation of the Alliance and officially replaced the United Nations.

And the right to speak in the entire human world on earth is also controlled by the alliance, and its own guidance of public opinion fell apart in an instant.

Cindy was somewhat caught off guard by the establishment of the united front of human beings on Earth. Baizuo, Our Lady, and human rights organizations were even more severely suppressed by the Alliance and the nations of Earth.

And Mughal was even charged with betraying and harming mankind, and the top leaders of Mughal may not be able to escape the charge of war crimes.

Cindy punched the table heavily. This was the moment he felt the most angry since the beginning of the war: "Damn Minaya, what kind of mess did you make? The entire Mughal collapsed because of her."

Cindy was furious, but still said: "Go! Contact Minaya quickly! The Mughals need the support of the Axis powers!"

However, after a while, an assistant said helplessly: "Minaia said that they could not send troops to help us. They are doing a major event that will allow the Axis countries to win, and they can't tell who they are."

(End of this chapter)