"Send troops to Kotaris? Why?" Lieutenant General Henderson still did not understand the seriousness of the problem. "The only navigable hyperspace channel on the planet Feida is through the planet Kotaris, and then through Agama
planet, and then we can reach the planet Palin-Minor, the capital of the Ninth Army. As long as we hold back the geth fleet on the planet Feida, they will not pose any threat to our rear."
Gilad Pellaeon said seriously: "As I said just now, the geth may have mastered the method of faster-than-light navigation that we don't know about! So facing such an enemy, the first lesson we need to learn is
Their range of action will no longer be restricted by hyperspace channels! They can start from anywhere and appear anywhere!"
"What did you say?" Henderson was shocked.
It’s not his fault, everyone in the galaxy will not immediately turn around this twist and turn. Just like when we talk about a car, we know it is driving on the road, and when we talk about a train, we know it is on a track.
It is running, but one day someone suddenly said that the train can do without tracks and can cross-country, so our first reaction is that we cannot understand how such a train will move and where it will appear.
"From now on, every planet of ours is a battlefield and a front line! We have no rear in the absolute sense! Until we have the ability to figure out the principles and scope of Geth's faster-than-light navigation!" Gilad-
Pellaeon said.
"That is to say, even our supply transportation must be escorted by heavy troops." Wolf-Yularen said seriously. He turned to Henderson and said: "Without further delay, we need to contact those transport ships immediately.
Contact us and send them to a safe place! ...No, no place is safe, our fleet is the last safe haven."
He then opened the communication and gave a few instructions to another commander, asking him to immediately lead a fleet to the planet Kotaris to protect the army's supplies and heavy vehicle units.
Gilad Pellaeon added: "Then we need to start landing as soon as possible. We have brought 300,000 clone troops and they must all land within two days! General Henderson, you are more familiar with the situation here.
We are familiar with it and need your cooperation. These 300,000 troops need a station and a landing site."
"300,000 clone troops?" Lieutenant General Henderson was surprised again, "As far as I know, the Galactic Republic has never deployed so many clone troops at once in any battle!"
"That's because this time, our enemy is different." Gilad Pellaeon said, "How many ground troops do the Geth have now?"
"Before, there were about 6 to 8 million corpse puppets. As for the Geth, we can only estimate the strength at about 100,000. But then, the Geth sent a large number of transport ships and successfully landed. Now I can't estimate how many there are.
The geth are on the planet Feida," Henderson said.
"We need to mobilize every person, every factory, every gram of food, and every piece of metal on the planet!" Gilad-Pellaeon said. "Issue a general mobilization order on the planet and implement military control. It requires people over 18 years old.
All adult males under the age of 50 are required to enlist in the army, and age requirements for people of other races are set according to corresponding standards. All factories are nationalized, and planning and output are unified!"
"Are you going to send civilians to the battlefield? And you also want to rob privately owned factories? That's ridiculous! Before the geth come over, the planet will fall into riots!" Lieutenant General Henderson also couldn't understand this.
War mode.
"No, we have to be like this." Admiral Wolf-Yularen could understand, he said: "Just like when we faced the Eternal Empire 3,600 years ago, and when we faced the Sith Empire 1,000 years ago, the battle with the Geths
War is a total war that risks the survival of our civilization and race."
Lieutenant General Henderson's face looked a little pale, and he nodded slowly.
…
One day later, the capital of the planet Feida, Chinasti City.
[All young and middle-aged residents, please go to the nearest street to register immediately! Distribute weapons and conduct training!] A spaceship was flying in the sky. A large holographic projection device was installed below the spacecraft. The terrifying scenes of corpse puppets and their majesty were repeatedly played on it.
Pictures of stern soldiers of the Republic.
[The invasion of Geth has left us with no retreat! We have no retreat, no surrender, no mercy! If we fail, everyone will be made into zombie puppets! 】
[It is impossible to evacuate an entire planet. The only thing we can do is to resist! Resist resolutely! The Galactic Republic has sent millions of troops to reinforce, but this is still not enough! We need everyone's support!
We need every pair of firm hands to fire scorching blaster beams at the brutal geth!】
In every street and every region, the Galactic Republic began to set up registration points, enrolling all people of appropriate age into reserves and conducting simple training so that they could go on the battlefield.
There was a long queue in front of the registration point, and every resident in the queue had an expression of fear and confusion on their face. For them, war has never been so close.
[Every male of school age is obliged to join the army and fight for our survival! Anyone who refuses to join the army will be arrested for anti-civilization crimes and will also be sent to the most dangerous front lines!] There are spaceships flying at low altitudes everywhere
, using high-power loudspeakers and holographic projections to publicize conscription orders.
Either motivation or coercion.
According to Gilad Pellaeon's plan, he used all 250,000 of the 300,000 clone soldiers for recruitment at the rear, and only 50,000 soldiers were combined with Lieutenant General Henderson's 40,000 or so troops to continue building
Frontline position.
As the recruitment work began, a large number of conscripted militiamen began to come to the front line, and they began to assist in the task of building bunkers and positions.
Over an inconspicuous building, a LAAT/I assault transport craft flew quickly. Several clone soldiers got off the transport craft, and they broke through the door directly.
Inside, I saw dozens of mercenaries getting drunk, empty wine bottles everywhere, and several women who had been toyed with and were on the verge of death.
The clone commander stepped forward and said: "You have been recruited. Please follow us immediately to the nearest station for reorganization."
At this time, a fierce and sturdy man stood up and said ferociously: "Do you know who we are?! We are the Fire Steel Mercenary Group! We..."
Bang! His head exploded instantly!
The clone commander turned the blaster pistol in his hand and said coldly: "From now on, your number is the Fieda Legion of the Galactic Republic, Fire and Steel Combat Team. Return to the team immediately!"