Commander's Anime Harem

Chapter 630: Loyalty! Sincerity!

The heartfelt words of the parade representatives were able to move some of the lower-ranking soldiers and officers of the Gamiras Air Force. However, the highest-ranking officers were often loyal to the president, their lives and property tied to the presidential palace. Naturally, they would not be moved by the representatives' words, and some even felt very dissatisfied.

"Ma's group of troublemakers is no good. They didn't even run away when faced with the airlift troops. They are no longer just ordinary troublemakers. We must strike hard!"

The officer standing in front repeated his previous words through a loudspeaker with a cold face, which fully explained the nature of human beings.

If communication was completely blocked, or if Albert Disla's order was to disperse the march, the escalation of the conflict would be inevitable.

Seeing that the airborne troops had not moved an inch and were still blocking their way, the angry protesters began throwing bricks, empty bottles filled with garbage and other debris at the airborne troops. The airborne troops, whose faces were covered with black bricks, did not show any weakness. They directly fired tear gas and used high-pressure water cannons to attack the crowd. The explosion-proof team rushed forward and used sticks to violently disperse the crowd. For a while, the sky above the huge imperial capital was filled with screams and cries.

Amidst the tear gas smoke, the soldiers of the Gamilas Airborne Force, all composed of noble blood, were ready to show their skills with their tough sticks and armor, and were ready to deal with this group of unruly people who dared to rebel.

Suddenly, an agile figure rushed out of the thick smoke, seemingly unaffected by the tear gas. Before the leading group of airborne troops could react, they strode forward, blocked with their arms, disarmed, captured, and knocked down!

With a series of smooth movements, he easily knocked down an air transport soldier who was showing off his power just a few seconds ago.

Then, the muscular man grabbed the baton dropped by the former, nimbly dodged the bear hug of another soldier, grasped the handle of the baton and hit the back of the head of the attacking soldier mercilessly, making him follow in the footsteps of his colleague.

The leading officer noticed something was wrong with his neat and tidy demeanor. This was obviously not something an ordinary person would have, but rather something that only soldiers in thin veils on the battlefield would have. Before the operation, his superiors informed him that there were spies from Higla mixed in the parade, and he did not expect to encounter them so soon.

"catch him!"

The officer thought like lightning, made a quick decision, and shouted to arrest people, but his men reacted a beat too late. In the interstellar age, the space fleet is the foundation of the empire's strength. Without the funds, even the air transport force protecting the imperial capital would have been devastated by now. Soldiers who could be trained every three days were considered strong soldiers.

The tough guy rushed in front of them in the blink of an eye. With the military-grade nano-machine-reinforced muscles in his body, he hit them with twelve sticks in one second. After a burst of Gamilas swearing, and then screaming and begging for mercy in the accent of the Central District of the Empire, only the tough guy was left standing.

In the gradually dissipating tear gas smoke, similar scenes kept happening all around. The Gamilas clones specially prepared by Xiao Renwu for this operation mixed into the parade, just like Nig's own night optical invisibility. The air transport troops' attempt to disrupt the order of the parade failed, and the chaos was quickly quelled.

This is not over yet.

Soon, under the incredulous eyes of the senior officers of the air transport force, the demonstrators, armed with various homemade weapons and even firearms, came like a raging wave, frantically attacking the blockade line of the air transport force, and under their feet were trampled the riot control team that had been sent out before and whose life and death were unknown.

Seeing that they could no longer hold their defense line, the officers of the air transport unit ignored the orders from above and prioritized saving their own lives in the face of the mob.

"Let them bring up the heavy armored vehicles!"

"Damn it, they have guns, they have guns!"

"Fire! Fire!"

In the eyes of the pure-blooded Gamilas people, Gamilas people with impure blood can only be servants, and Gamilas people with non-blue blood and skin are pigs and dogs. Now, this group of lowly servants and pigs and dogs dared to turn against their master. The nobles could not tolerate it, and threw Albert Disla's order not to expand it behind their backs, and vowed to kill this group of "rebels".

The CIA's color revolution tactics were a novelty in Xiao Renwu's original time and space, and they were ubiquitous. Behind every parade in every hotspot area, there was always this group of people. In the eyes of Xiao Renwu, a pragmatist, if it can be used and is easy to use, then use it. He would not talk about any bullshit moral principles with the enemy. Xiao Renwu scoffed at the idea of ​​spending money to help, build schools for education, develop the economy, and then influence the locals. What would make the barbarians understand the truth is that you can always attack his military base at any time.

Without the guarantee of force, we will only raise jackals that can never be fed.

It was Xiao Renwu who formulated the plan to infiltrate Gamilas and use the local situation in Gamilas to create chaos. As for the fact that many Gamilas civilians would die, it had nothing to do with the Higra Empire, and the records of the actions would be destroyed afterwards.

The conflict had been deliberately directed into a full-blown riot.

"Snapped--"

A glass bottle with flames was thrown onto the command vehicle of the air transport troops. The moment the glass shattered and fragments flew, the sticky and flammable liquid inside, which was filled with a strong explosive, was instantly ignited. The soldier who was shooting at the civilians on the roof of the vehicle was splashed all over by the liquid and immediately turned into a man of fire, rolling down from the roof with a scream.

Immediately afterwards, several round objects fell to the ground, and then thousands of steel balls exploded, blasting a group of soldiers.

"Molotov cocktail?!"

“Grenade—?!”

A group of air transport troops screamed and hurriedly ran away from the command vehicle that had turned into a torch, but they didn't react at all. They should have taken out the fire extinguisher to help their colleagues who were already half-cooked. Looking at the burning human body that was burning more and more fiercely while rolling, and the screams that pierced their eardrums, fear was like a mandala that suddenly bloomed, rising and lingering in the hearts of these air transport troops. Unlike ordinary violent conflicts, this was really an existence that could take their lives in an instant!

In the ferment of fear, even the soldiers who sympathized with the marchers looked at the crowd in front of them who were pretending to throw weapons again, and without even carefully distinguishing whether they were stones or Molotov cocktails, they trembled and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the midst of panic, the sound of gunfire was also contagious. For a moment, the air transport troops who had been sleepwalking opened fire one after another. Amid the loud gunfire, the reporter Shigra, who was on the edge, was also frantically snapping pictures of the Gamilas Empire air transport troops with distorted faces, shooting wildly at the people with their guns.

These evidences will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back for the Gamilas Empire's fleet that is still resisting.

I'm urgently asking for leave, dear readers. The incident happened suddenly because a serious wildfire broke out in the township below, and we have been urgently transferred to put out the fire. At present, we are not clear about the situation at the scene, and we don't know when the fire will be extinguished. The situation is urgent, so I can only go there first and see what happens next.

So I can only take a leave here first. I will see when I can come back tomorrow and there will be an update.

Chapter 631: The Empire's Tragedy

Neon lights convulsed in the gunpowder-scented smoke. The shattered projection of the holographic screen that once stretched along the broad road of the central square toward the Imperial Government's central building now floated like a ghost in an air filled with tar and blood. Melda Diz's military boots stepped on the road studded with bullet casings. The girl, with a worried look on her face, gazed at the massive figure of a heavy tank hurrying past in the distance, an unspeakable sadness emerging from her deep blue face.

When the girl was sad, the bodyguards quickly gathered around and used their bodies as shields to protect the young lady firmly in the center. Because the current head of the Diz family, Gal Diz, surrendered to the Higla Empire, the reputation of the Diz family, an emerging noble family that followed the Disla family in the unification war, plummeted among the people. Although the top leaders of the empire knew the inside story of Gal Diz's surrender, it was normal for a mob to want to kill the children of a "traitor".

In the sky, several Gamilas assault landing ships were descending to the ground. As soon as they landed, they opened the tail compartments, and the mighty and huge bodies of heavy tanks drove down, crushing the still hot blood and heading towards the distant blocks that needed support.

More Gamilas Army soldiers were also gathering. They drove trucks and threw the bullet-riddled bodies of civilians into the trucks. Blue-green blood dripped onto the ground through the gaps in the fenders like diluted asphalt.

No one cared at all at this time, or the people who cared were probably among the pile of corpses in the carriage. The soldiers carrying the corpses suddenly burst into laughter. One of the soldiers held up half of his finger. The ring on it sparkled in the sun. It was obviously a valuable piece of jewelry. Under the envious gaze of his companions, the tall soldier carefully placed the ring in the pocket of his shirt near his heart. As for the half finger, he threw it into the carriage to let it accompany its owner.

Perhaps it was the tall man's success that made the soldiers begin to carefully search the corpses for valuables. From time to time, someone would find valuable property or coins. They ignored the women among the civilian corpses, wantonly stripped off their clothes, and pried off the jewel decorations on their underwear. This was a good extra income for the soldiers, and perhaps they could buy some clothes for their children at home. Under the empire's precarious wartime economy and high taxes, even the soldiers in the capital had a difficult life.

“Why did things turn out like this???”

Melda, who witnessed the atrocities of the airborne troops like jackals and tigers, could not bear to watch this scene. The corpses lying on the ground were the same as her and those soldiers. They had the same blood, but they were killing each other here. The girl could only go to the government building, hoping to find someone who could solve this tragedy.

But halfway through the journey, something attracted Melda's full attention. It was a doll wearing a white military uniform and a cloak, with golden hair and a light blue face. It was Albert Disla's doll. At this moment, it was lying alone in a pool of blue blood, and half of its body in the white military uniform was soaked in blood.

The girl picked it up. The doll's funny and smiling face looked extremely hideous against the backdrop of blood. It was a great irony that the holographic projection device that was still broadcasting the president's speech was still around. Judging from the amount of bleeding, the doll's owner was probably lying in the carriage, and might even be stripped of all clothes by the crazy soldiers just to find valuables.

Under the protection of the bodyguards, Melda arrived at the magnificent building where a large number of air force soldiers and armored vehicles gathered.

"Ms. Melda Deeds, do you have an appointment?"

The officer guarding the gate spoke politely, but his eyes were extremely cold. Melda felt that he was looking at her as if she were a commodity, as if he was calculating how much she, a woman from Gamilas, could be sold for in the market.

Despite feeling a chill in her heart, Melda was no fairy. She didn't dare use her gender and identity to offend a group of air force soldiers who had just completed a massacre. She chose to answer honestly and normally, "Yes, I have an appointment. This is Mrs. Demel's invitation letter."

As soon as Melda finished speaking, the bodyguard behind her slowly walked out, raised his hands to indicate that he had no intention of attacking. He almost moved in front of the officer in charge of interrogation, handed the rather classic letter to the officer with both hands, and then slowly moved back.

"Yes, it is indeed Mrs. De Meir's invitation letter. It is also recorded in the system. You can go in."

The officer carefully checked the envelope and found that the sealing wax had indeed the seal of Elisa Demel. Elisa Demel was the wife of the deceased commander-in-chief of the Galaxy, Admiral Elke Demel. She was very influential. In addition, the system did have the approval document issued by the President, so the officer naturally had no need to offend Melda and her group.

The soldiers who received the order from the officer operated the shield generator a few times, creating a small hole in the shield covering the entire building, allowing Melda and her group to enter.

At this moment, the imperial central government building was in a bleak state. The dignitaries standing at the top of the empire were walking around in the luxurious corridors in a panic. The men were smoking thick cigars in the non-smoking area without caring about their manners, as if only this could ease the bloodshot eyes and the panic in their hearts.

The women gathered in a corner, but this time it was not a tea party among noble ladies or a salon where they discussed the cutting-edge fashions of the empire. They used handkerchiefs with intricate and luxurious patterns to wipe the tears that kept flowing from under their red and swollen eyes.

This is all thanks to the Higla Empire. According to the latest intelligence, the Higla people who easily defeated the imperial fleet are rushing to Gamilas and will probably reach the sky above the planet within a week. However, the empire no longer has enough mobile forces to stop them. In other words, the empire will be destroyed in another week. It is normal for the nobles to look like this.

Melda walked forward, and the bodyguards followed closely, because the eyes of the nobles were too scary, as if they would rush up and eat them alive at the next moment. Although the top leaders of the empire knew the truth about Gal Ditz's surrender, they did not mind putting the blame for the empire's current state on Gal Ditz's head. If it were not for Albert Disla's insistence on going against the majority, Melda would have been beheaded long before she could be released, let alone standing here.

"Damn traitor!"

"Kill her! Kill her!"

"It's all the fault of the Dizzi family. It's because of the excessive number of these insects that the empire has become like this!"

Amidst countless insults, Melda entered the president's office, and the order she received was...

"Melda Diz, I appoint you as the ambassador for negotiations between the Gamilas Empire and the Higla Empire. You are fully responsible for negotiating the surrender of Gamilas with the Higla people."

So said the decadent President Disla Albert.

Chapter 632 Peace Talks

"Welcome to Xihe City, the capital of the Higla Empire, Ms. Diz."

Lux pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on her high nose and greeted the Gamilas peace negotiation group that had just landed at the military airport, but her tone did not contain any welcome, but even a hint of disgust, as if Melda and her group came to Xihe City to beg for food.

This was indeed the case in the eyes of media reporters, because the reception standards were indeed not very high. There was only a team of honor guards in the airport, and even the red carpet was not laid. The group of elementary school students who presented flowers to welcome the guests in the past did not appear, and even the reception vehicles parked behind Lux ​​were all military vehicles. There was no trace of the various luxurious and low-key luxury cars in the past.

If Xiao Renwu said that he had no opinions or difficulties with the Gamilas Empire, I'm afraid he himself would not believe it.

But the fact is that the level of the Gamilas peace negotiation group is too low. It is not that the Shigra Empire lacks courtesy. As the Minister of Foreign Affairs, it is already a great honor for Lacus to appear here. The administrative chief of the peace negotiation group is Melda Diz, who was appointed by Albert Disla. She seems to have a high official title and a great identity. She is the daughter of General Gal Diz who has surrendered to the Shigra Empire.

But Melda was too young. Although she had developed well, the real issue was not who had big breasts was the coolest. Neither Higla nor Gamilas would put national affairs on a girl who was only 19 years old on Earth and had just reached adulthood. An official of this level at this age would be looked down upon in other countries. Those with bad tempers would probably turn their backs on her on the spot, thinking they were being humiliated.

The stereotype that people with beardless mouths are not reliable is not unique to the big Eastern countries. This stereotype also exists in other civilizations and cultures.

This is not the main reason for the low reception standards. There is another dangerous person in the Gamilas peace negotiation group. She is the Giler star known as the witch, Mireinelle Linke, a special agent of the Gamilas Central Intelligence Department. It is said that the Giler star is a direct descendant of the Aquarius civilization.

The Gilles can transform their souls into spiritual bodies, break free from the constraints of their physical bodies, and project themselves tens of thousands of light years away. In the original plot, Mireille Linke used an amplification device to project herself into the Yamato, and in an instant she controlled everyone on the ship, making them immersed in the beautiful dream she had woven. At the same time, she also controlled the Yamato to head towards the trap set by the Intelligence Department. If Gudai Jin and Mori Xue had not been patrolling outside and discovered the abnormality in time, the witch could have destroyed an entire space battleship by herself.

This time the witch appeared as Melda's deputy and reported her abilities. However, although Xiao Renwu could deal with such a dangerous person, it was as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

Without much delay, the Gamilas peace negotiation team soon got the opportunity to meet with the emperor.

The cold light reflected by the crystal dome flowed on Melda's pale blue skin. She strolled in the palace of the Higla Empire. The soft handmade carpet did not calm the girl's mood. Although she tried not to let her emotions affect herself, when she thought of the tragedy that happened in the capital that day and the blood-stained doll, Melda wanted to see Xiao Renwu immediately. Even if it meant using her own life to ask him not to participate in the war, the girl was willing to do so.

But this is just Melda's fantasy. All she can do is fight for independence and dignity for the Gamilas people.

Melda, who had stopped at the tall figure of the Imperial Guard, looked up at the young man sitting on the throne a hundred meters away and said respectfully, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Melda thought she was sincere. She raised her head and looked at Xiao Renwu, as if she wanted to find out whether the emperor was an old monster pretending to be young or a young emperor with a weak mind. The tentacles of the Gamilas Intelligence Department stopped at the colonial planet of the Higla Empire. This time, they sent the witch, not without the intention of stealing Xiao Renwu's information.

In the former case, Gamilas would consider compromising and joining the Higla Empire.

If it's the latter, then there's a lot of room for maneuver, and there might even be a chance for someone to usurp the throne. (Maribel, now completely transformed into Xiao Renwu, gave the Gamilas Empire a thumbs-up.)

"Don't you think the galaxy belongs to you? You are a race that prides itself on being noble, yet you treat other humans like pigs and dogs~"

Xiao Renwu's voice was not loud, but his playful words were like a thorn that pierced the hearts of the people of Gamilas. Even Melda, who was the most open-minded and most recognized Albert Disla's policy towards foreigners and believed that it was an important development direction for the empire in the future, had to admit that the equality in Gamilas was actually a set of rules of various slavery that restricted second-class citizens. Even her father would never let her marry a non-pure-blooded Gamilas.

"Your Majesty, this is a historical issue left over from our country. Please consider the conditions proposed by our country. As long as you agree, Gamilas will become your territory."

Melda, who did not know the truth about Gamilas, did not rush to defend her motherland's racial discrimination. Instead, she urged Xiao Renwu to read the conditions proposed by Gamilas. The faster he read, the slower the deterioration of the environment of the people of Gamilas would be.

"Heh~ Keeping the Kingdom of Gamilas as an autonomous region, leaving the appointment and dismissal of officials and the development of the military to you Gamilas people, does your President think I'm stupid?" Xiao Renwu's voice remained flat, as if he were not angry. He raised his hand nonchalantly, and the holographic projection on the dome suddenly switched to a star map of the Magellanic Clouds. The Gamilas Empire was already in turmoil, and the icon of the Higla Empire fleet was rapidly advancing towards its core space domain. "Or, do you Gamilas people want to enjoy the fireworks show of our home planet being shattered by the wave-wave cannon?"

"Your Majesty, we are sincere..."

"shut up!"

Melda stood up eagerly and wanted to argue, but Xiao Renwu just waved his hand again. The sudden increase in gravity pressed on her thin shoulders and pushed her back abruptly. The girl frequently looked back at the witch Mireille Linke, signaling her with her eyes to implement plan B.

When doing something, of course you have to have a backup plan, you can't just rush into it.

The witch Mireinelle Linke just blinked, then looked at Xiao Renwu, her eyes beginning to shine.

The sudden appearance of gravity was just like when it came, it appeared suddenly and disappeared suddenly, all because the witch had begun to weave a beautiful dream for the emperor of the empire. However, the witch forgot that her soul left her body and entered the game with her body, which meant that she entered Xiao Renwu's ocean of consciousness.

When Mireille opened her eyes again, she saw the naked Xiao Renwu walking towards her slowly.

"Don't come over here and bite your teeth!!!"

Chapter 634: If it gets stuck, something bad will happen

The crystal dome was replaced by a yellowish white putty wall, and the magnificent and majestic towering pillars were filled with various quilts that were changed during the change of seasons. The clothes were neatly stacked inside according to the winter and summer categories. The sunlight was shining through the curtains onto the computer that had been dusted for a long time but had not yet been cleaned. On the table was a box of uneaten cheese biscuits and a large 1,000 ml cup filled with drinking water.

"This is home."

Knowing that he was in a dream, Xiao Renwu fearlessly picked up a cheese biscuit and threw it into his mouth. While enjoying the sweetness of the cheese, he lamented that the dead memories were bombarding him again. He returned to the home where he grew up, the home he had reminisced about countless times in his dreams.

Pushing open the slightly damaged door, everything familiar comes into view. What comes into view is the sofa combination that is very common in Chinese families. The yellow and red sofa covers have been scratched by the Xiao Diao cat that has accompanied two generations. Even though the stitching on the sofa has burst and pilled, it still remains clean and tidy. If you get close, you can smell the unique fragrance after washing with detergent.

On the TV cabinet in the living room were photos of people whose faces were no longer recognizable and a broken TV that had not been used for a long time. In the center hung a huge painting of a great man, with gentle eyes staring at Xiao Renwu, as if he had traveled through time and establishing the Shigla Empire was just a dream.

There is a cat bed made of a large box by the wall. When you put your hand in it, you can still feel the residual warmth. It is obvious that Xiao Diaomao has gone out to hunt in the wild again, and no one knows when he will come back. When you open the door, there are mountains, trees, and home. Opposite is a mahjong hall. The rustling sound of shuffling cards mixed with the rumbling sound of motorcycles makes Xiao Renwu miss it very much. He lies on the railing and looks into the distance, waiting for the afterglow of the sunset to fall on the yard.

After collecting the dried clothes that still smelled of the sun, Xiao Renwu returned to his room and skillfully clicked the mouse and keyboard that still had marks of sweat on them. He looked at the computer interface where he had fought in various ways, and a smile involuntarily appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"The imitation is quite similar~"

Xiao Renwu, slumped in the chair and supporting his chin, gave a thumbs up to the dream created by the witch Mireinelle Linke. The Gillesians were worthy of being the remnants of the ancient civilization Aquarius, as they were able to restore it so well. But it was time to wake up from the dream.

Before Mireniel could bring his relatives back to life, Xiao Renwu took the initiative to shatter the dream. He would miss the past, but he would not stay in the past. Now he had his own family, his own life, and even a vast empire spanning several nebulae. He had to be responsible for his new life.

With just a slight sound, Xiao Renwu arrived in front of the witch Mireniel.

"You! You! What kind of monster are you!"

The failure of her always successful dream-weaving tactic filled Mireniel with fear. She couldn't understand why Xiao Renwu was not controlled by her like those people who were immersed in the beautiful memories of the past, but instead dominated the entire dream.

"I'm not a monster, little witch~"

Xiao Renwu softly refuted Mireniel's slander against him. How could he be a monster? At most, he should be called the Silver Demon. He was more greedy for the beautiful girl's body and would not destroy it casually.

"To be honest, your abilities are quite useful."

Xiao Renwu, who dominated the dream, was like getting a new toy. He snapped his fingers, and the familiar sofa appeared behind him. He fell back and said, "Hmm~ It's still the same feeling. It seems that even the details and feelings in my memory are so well-thought-out. It's really amazing."

Xiao Renwu, who was in a playful mood, ignored the pale-faced witch and instead dug out various things from his memory.