Chapter 93 The Seventh Fleet marches into 'Sapanit'
"Exchanging positions with Captain Ila? This is so insulting."
Elp, the deputy commander of the Fourteenth Fleet "Hohenstaufen" who was sitting not far away, suddenly spoke. He and Kalki were both the commanders of the Grand Commander Ravana, and were promoted to the Grand Commander in Kalki.
Later, he also served as his subordinate. He was transferred to the fleet system only two years ago, and he still has feelings for the time he spent with Kalki at the Trayester Mausoleum.
"Ravana, in fact you have not been treated unfairly. Kalki just grew too fast and made you transfer to the fleet two years ago. You have always been Kalki's superior and senior and have never been beneath him.
"Elp straightened up and protested softly to the commander of the "Pontus" fleet, "We were all once White Tiger Knights. You see Kalki's joke, it's a bit too much."
"The verdict has been decided, it's superfluous to say anything." Ahil suddenly said something. He is recognized as the most politically capable grand leader, so he also has the highest position among all the former White Tiger Knights.
Everyone also fell silent, and everyone turned their attention to Kalki.
The demoted regiment leader stood alone in the center. No one publicly defended or interceded for him. The chill of leaving the tea seeped into his heart.
He spent half his life fighting on distant interstellar front lines, but had no influence in the center of power. A general is a tool, and if it can be replaced, it can be replaced at will.
A ray of light penetrated the entire hall, and the door of the Senate opened again.
A palace attendant wearing a special space-age fabric cut to resemble an ancient "tunica" walked into the grand hall. This was a teenage boy with a mixed-race appearance and extremely handsome dark brown curly hair. He wore an exquisite
A delicate golden olive leaf crown is worn on the shoulder with a brooch set with sapphire. This luxurious style can only be found in the palace chamberlain. Plato people, in accordance with Yuanjiao teachings, strictly prohibit wearing any jewelry.
The young man held a purple silk oracle in his hand with pride.
"The saint's handwriting..." Zhongshu Ling Nahuatl said softly.
The three elders immediately stood up from their seats and knelt down on one knee. Everyone present also saluted in the direction of the handsome chamberlain.
Everyone exchanged glances in silence, which is a rare thing that many people have never seen.
Nahuatl received the letter respectfully and circulated it among the three elders. The three grand leaders also seemed puzzled.
The exquisite purple-red fold was opened by Zhongshu Ling, and the special silk paper with silver light was filled with Platonic words that looked like a dragon in awe. Platonic words are also a kind of spelling alphabetic text, but one letter represents
One syllable is similar to the Qilu script of the ancient Bactria Kingdom [1], but it is written from right to left and looks like ancient Chinese cursive writing. The sage's handwriting is very beautiful, elegant and free and easy, and it is otherworldly at first sight. p>
"Emperor Plato's handwriting should not be regarded as an imperial decree. His Majesty the Emperor's will cannot interfere with foreign dynasties." Privy Councilor Xuanyuan Zeng shook his head after reading the general content.
The unprecedented incident put Zhongshu Ling in a very difficult position, and he had no way to deal with it.
"We can't completely deny the emperor's face." Internal Affairs Commissioner Uza's voice was very soft.
Navarrete pondered for a moment.
"Grand Commander of Kalki, no, Commander." Zhongshu Ling was obviously a little flustered, "The saint commended you for your bravery and the feat of bringing 31 Plato warriors back from Gaia. Of course, there are also two martyrs.
's remains."
Kalki, who was kneeling on the marble floor with his head bowed, could hardly believe his ears. In Plato's official narratives and announcements, he was the great hero who made history and escaped from the Gaia Prisoner of War Management Center.
"The Supreme Emperor Plato has granted you permission to continue to use the ceremonial guards and treatment of the Grand Master before your marriage."
There was silence in the Senate.
Kalki stood up together with everyone. He did not expect that his last face would be rewarded by the saint.
As the "God King", Emperor Plato was secretive. No one had seen his true face, and he was also isolated from everyone. Only today did he realize that this non-ruling ruler was so skillful - he hurt him in secret and openly.
On the surface, he praised and comforted him.
With a little bit of trivial "grace", I played with him easily, treating him as a young child.
"Before I leave the Senate, can I make a merciless request? As a member of the 'Seven Governments', I have only been able to observe for four years and have not been able to make any political suggestions. This matter has nothing to do with my personal interests. Please
All distinguished elders support me..."
Kalki spoke in a low and dignified voice, and everyone was listening quietly to his last request.
"We are all the top Platonic nobles. Everyone has great power, but not all Platonic people are as lucky as us. Top gene owners are extremely rare, and there are more ordinary people. Their life trajectories are destined to follow
We are very different. Didn’t Yuanjiao once look forward to a heaven where everyone is equal? If the cruel war divided us and created classes, can we not forget the original motivation of love..."
He paused and continued: "While I was captured, I felt how weak and helpless the individual was. The captured soldiers were far away from home. If most of their fighting collectives were killed, they would be quickly forgotten by the system. Gaia
People have parents. A large number of Gaia prisoners of war only have hope of being redeemed because of their parents and family members. What should Plato’s grassroots soldiers do? Young people don’t even have partners. 1450 light years is too far away. An individual prisoner disappears.
, is just a statistic, but it means everything to this soldier. How painful it is to be completely forgotten by the system..."
Kalki's words affected everyone present, and no one thought that his last request was made by a low-level sergeant whom he had never met.
At this time, even Yinghuo, the leader of "Qinglong" who had always hated him, seemed very quiet.
"I hope that the law on the rapid exchange of prisoners of war can be passed and the confirmation of prisoner of war exchange can be accelerated to within 48 hours. The sooner the better..."
"I can understand your mood, but it means we will pay more." Uza, the internal affairs officer, interrupted softly, "The efficiency of negotiation is determined by the conditions proposed by both parties."
However, many soldiers present turned around and stared at this powerful elder, as if they wanted to see through the face under the black cloak.
At this time, Uza could only remain silent.
"For what purpose do we maintain this system and shed blood and sacrifice for it? For a dream, an ideal for all mankind to unite and live equally. If we give up, all the previous sacrifices and pain will become a useless waste." Kalki's words made all the non-white elders present nod in agreement.
"The reason why the strong are strong is because they have a nobler heart, a heart that sympathizes with the weak."
No one dared to oppose him anymore, and those colleagues who were jealous of Kalki could only remain silent. They also knew that his extremely high prestige came from this support for equality and friendship.
He has done everything he should do, and he is no longer needed here.
Kalki carried the chair on the high platform where he once sat and walked towards the door of the Senate without looking back.
He stood on the platform extending to the sea high up in the palace, looking at the rough sea in the distance with a little confusion. The weather today was gloomy, just like his mood.
From now on, he will no longer be the grand leader of the White Tiger Knights.
During the 19-day voyage to Messier Base with the fully-staffed Seventh Fleet, Lancer Xu worked frantically with many staff members in the fleet staff to formulate a rescue plan.
He is also responsible for assembling the latest weapons in place. The flagship of the Seventh Fleet has recently been greatly modified and equipped with the latest mobile plasma turret.
"After every battle, we will modify the entire ship's artillery system." The technical chief engineer of the Seventh Fleet's flagship "Kunpeng" explained to Second Lieutenant Xu, "Otherwise, the Platos have intelligent programs to avoid artillery attacks and collect our various artillery data.
So the best way is to always change, constantly change, or even change all the time, so that the enemy will never be able to figure us out."
"I understand, just like the evolution of human beings, they continue to evolve."
Lancer Xu looked around at the extremely grand modification site. He stood in the transparent single elevator and supervised it as it went up and down.
This is such a huge battleship, and the weapon system is so complex. Countless mechanical soldiers and intelligent robots are busy in their respective positions, like worker ants.
On his way back to the headquarters, Second Lieutenant Xu passed by a long row of transparent sides. He stopped and stood admiring the deep black universe.
Not far away, countless warships of various types, frigates, transport ships, etc. surrounded the flagship like stars, stretching for hundreds of kilometers. The entire huge fleet was like a school of fish, swimming in the sea of stars.
Such scenes make young people excited.
"We will carry out a three-level time and space jump in ten minutes. Please return to your respective combat positions and prepare." A soft intelligent female voice echoed on the huge "Kunpeng".
Second Lieutenant Xu immediately ran and returned to the flagship headquarters through the intelligent speed channel. He sat on his seat facing a projection screen with a lot of touch keys. After pressing the keys, he was automatically tied up with straps, and then the seat formed an egg shape.
Protective cover.
Everything is enveloped by a special strong magnetic field, which allows all objects in the ship to break through the physical "molecular resistance" in the extremely high energy field and be pulled directly to the jumping space point.
There was a burst of spatial distortion that dazzled everyone, followed by another long stretch of consciousness.
Lancer felt like he was being sucked into a different space for a moment, and he instinctively narrowed his eyes. He felt that his body and mind were more twisted than the most exciting rides, and he couldn't move, as if time had frozen.
This was something he could never experience while working in the office of the General Staff. This was the second time in his life that he went on an expedition with the space fleet. The novelty of space war had not faded away. He was very nervous, but also felt a little bit excited.
After releasing the time and space jump mode, everyone returned to normal working status one after another.
Lancer walked towards the headquarters of the flagship center, when a very imposing baritone sounded in his ears.
"Please pour me a glass of wine."
The commander of the Seventh Fleet, Admiral Dlamini, is a mixed race of South African and American descent, with shiny brown skin. Although he is not tall, he has a majestic figure and looks like a nobleman.
Like many Gaia generals, he likes to smoke and drink. He never cares about the smoking regulations in the military. He sits leisurely on the large command chair of the fleet commander, takes a cigarette in his hand and starts puffing away, and he smokes like a
It's like burning a house. It's called smoking to help strategic thinking.
"Oh, okay."
Lancer hurriedly went to pour the wine, because these words were not spoken to the orderly, but to him.
He lowered his head and saw the unique brandy crystal decanter suspended on the wine table beside him, which looked crystal clear against the lights displayed by various instruments.
Seeing the young lieutenant's clumsiness in pouring the wine, General Dlamini took the glass and laughed.
Everyone else followed the commander's laughter and looked over, which made Lancer very embarrassed. Although the commander treated him as an orderly, the general's personality seemed to be very easy-going and generous, which did not make him too annoying.<
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"Thomas Ball and I are old acquaintances, but I didn't expect this bastard to kill himself like this." The general took a sip of the dark amber wine, "Plato's knights are all berserkers, especially those white tiger knights.
A bunch of bloodthirsty lunatics!"
Not knowing what to say, Lancer quickly returned to his combat position.
There are about 280 personnel from various departments in the command room. Because war in the space age has become extremely complex, although artificial intelligence is involved, it still requires the participation of a large number of personnel. Therefore, there are always people coming and going in the general command headquarters of a flagship, which is very complicated.
Busy.
If it hadn't been for the Knights of Plato's terrorist attack on Star City, which sent a young staff officer of the Seventh Fleet into the hospital, he would not have been sent to the front line. General Dlamini suddenly summoned him because he wanted to take the opportunity to get to know him.
.
He felt a lot of pressure when he thought of fighting against the Knights of Plato. Originally, he wanted to be a clerk at the General Staff for the rest of his life and get a stable salary, but he didn't expect——
Although he followed the staff and worked in the flagship command room this time, which almost made him safe, he still occasionally worried that this might be because his martial arts skills were relatively weak. He saw the White Tiger Knight in the first battle after graduation.
He was frightened by the murderous nature of Captain Kalki.
"This is the layout of Plato's fleet in the Pasanite area..." A young operational staff member demonstrated the three-dimensional operational map to General Dlamini, "The Messier General Base is right here. This is our most important place today.
A general base."
The area guarded by the Messier base is called "Sapanit" [2]. This is a vast area that stretches for 2,500 light-years. It is also one of Gaia's largest "water concentrate" energy production areas, especially in recent years.
In the middle of the year, several rich mineral spots such as asteroid 166P were discovered and mined, which caused the importance of "Sapanit" to rise suddenly, and also made the Messier Base the place where the Gaia War Department was most willing to invest manpower and material resources in construction.
Space base.
Lancer Xu couldn't help but prick up his ears and eavesdrop. He was a small role in the general headquarters, but he was very concerned about the strategic deployment of the general.
[1]Kharosthi, an ancient North Indian script, is widely spread. Legend has it that it was taught by immortals and is also called donkey lip script.
[2]Sarpanit, the "god wife" of the main god Marduk in Babylonian mythology.