When Chris walked into the conference room, it was already filled with people at the peak of the power of the Eilandhill Empire.
On the side of the military generals, Waggron sat at the head of the military generals, wearing a marshal's uniform, with the highest-level medal hanging on his chest.
Marshal Genesis, who had not returned to the surface of the planet for a long time and had been drifting in outer space, did not even have time to clean up the beard on his face.
Looking further down, sitting next to Marshal Lawns is Luo Kai, the young chief of staff of the Airanhill Empire.
These three people have not sat in the same room for a long time. They each have their own things to be busy with, and all meetings are held via video conference.
But this time, they were all ordered to come and sit here, waiting for His Majesty the Emperor, who awed them, to enter this conference room.
On the other side, Prime Minister Desale has blond hair and is wearing simple and decent clothes. Just from the fabric, you can probably guess that the price of this suit of clothes is absolutely exorbitant.
Sitting next to Des is Deans, and next to Deans is Strider. Each of these ministers who have been with Chris since his days as Siris is very powerful in the world.
Imperial boss.
Of course, behind these ministers that Chris is familiar with, there are some fresh faces. These ministers are all new cadres who have been promoted as the empire continues to expand.
Before Chris opened the door, everyone was still whispering and discussing the possible content of today's meeting, as well as the battle of Higgs 5 that has been making the top leaders of the Elanthir Empire nervous recently.
The moment Chris walked into the door, everyone stood up like an electric shock and raised their chins towards Chris: "Long live my emperor...!"
Chris waved his hand casually, indicating that everyone should not be so formal. He walked to his seat, and Luther was the first to help him open the seat with a huge backrest.
As the emperor, after Chris sat at the head of the table, he stretched out his hands and pressed down, and then everyone sat down.
To get straight to the point, Chris has no habit of wasting time. He governs a huge empire composed of thousands of planets. If he wastes more time on boring things like talking around, Chris may not even have time to sleep.
So, when everyone looked at him, he spoke calmly and announced the topic of this meeting: "In fact, there is no other discussion content in this meeting. The only topic is that I plan to discuss the topic in the next two days.
, declare that the empire has entered a state of total war, mobilize all available forces, and prepare for a total war!"
After hearing the news, the ministers and generals in the front row could still remain calm, but the ministers in the back no longer cared about their manners before the king, and started talking in all directions.
The middle-aged minister in a corner turned pale, looked at another colleague beside him, and lowered his voice and said: "Why is there suddenly a war mobilization? Isn't the situation on Higgs 5 over?
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"How do I know? Maybe there is a new situation? Or there is something wrong with our loss report. In fact, we lost the battle? The enemy is still in the Higgs area?" The minister next to him didn't look very good either.
Said nervously.
Those who can sit here for meetings are naturally the big figures who control the power center of the empire. Which of these figures does not have the support of several huge financial groups or families? And how many businesses do these groups or families run in the empire?
The war means that everyone's business has become difficult, and all materials must be unconditionally tilted towards the war field. Making money must be put aside, and the so-called benefits must wait until the war is over before they can be redistributed again.
Who dares to say that he can easily understand such a big thing? If the water is muddied, who can tell clearly which fish will get fatter and which fish will be eaten?
Therefore, when they heard that His Majesty the Emperor wanted the entire empire to enter a state of war and enter a wartime system, most of everyone's reactions were unnatural.
"Your Majesty! This kind of thing...shouldn't it be better to make a careful calculation and make a better decision?" Finally, a minister had the courage to advise Chris.
It's not that he wanted to say this, but because he had already seen the look of the boss who promoted him giving him orders.
There is no other way. Since we all belong to the same interest group and there are intricate relationships behind it, we must have the awareness to be cannon fodder at this time.
Although under the strong suppression of the emperor, there has not yet been any real party struggle in the center of power of the Elanthir Empire, but small-scale cliques are unavoidable.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are people, there are groups. Sometimes it may not be a good thing to be all alone. Chris still understands the truth that when the water is clear, there will be no fish.
"Yes, Your Majesty! We don't know who the enemy is. Under such circumstances, rashly declaring a state of all-out war will destabilize the people." As soon as the first minister spoke, other ministers began to speak.
Followed up.
The first person to stand out has already stepped forward, and the pressure has been reduced tenfold and a hundredfold in an instant. Someone has helped to finish the life-threatening things, and the rest is just a game for decent people.
Therefore, among the ministers who spoke, the official rank was obviously one level higher, and such opinions were more convincing.
Chris said nothing, waiting for the ministers to continue. His fingers did not tap on the edge of the table or the armrest of the chair as usual, which showed that he did not actually consider the suggestions of these ministers.
Before he walked into this conference room, he had already made up his mind. He did not want to put his life, the life of his beloved woman, and the future of his entire empire on the fool-like idea that "the enemy might not attack."
superior.
However, none of the ministers in front of them had such thoughts. They spoke one after another, hoping that the emperor would give up such thoughts.
"We are not even sure whether those enemies will come again. Isn't it a bit hasty to start expanding the space fleet like this?" A minister shook his head and said.
In his opinion, the enemy may not come again. Expanding the space fleet is a complete waste of time and hinders economic development.
"I think we can first increase the production speed of battleships, put the Violence-class cruiser at the top of the production list, first draw up a one-year fleet development plan, and then take a look at it and make it more reasonable." Another minister then said.
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His words seemed to be a compromise, and seemed to give His Majesty the Emperor a huge step forward. However, according to what he meant, nationwide mobilization was not within the scope of consideration at all. Just increasing the production speed of some warships would be enough.
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Des frowned slightly. He glanced at Chris and did not express any opinion. On the one hand, he was the prime minister. If he spoke, it would mean that almost the entire civil service group did not agree with His Majesty's decision.
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But even though he thought this was a bit of a fuss, he had no intention of dissuading Chris. He could put forward his own opinions in private, but he would not contradict Chris in such a meeting.
In fact, he still has some blind worship of Chris. In his opinion, Chris has never made any mistakes in his decision-making, so he thinks there must be a reason for Chris to make such a decision.
He, who had been silent until now, suddenly discovered that Chris's fingers, which had been tapping the edge of the table for many times, were not raising and lowering them rhythmically.
He realized that Chris didn't seem to be weighing the advice of the ministers in front of him. His Majesty the Emperor had already made up his mind. There was no doubt about it.
When he saw this small detail, he immediately adjusted his mentality. He leaned back on the chair at leisure, lowered his eyes, and said nothing, like an old monk in meditation.
Deans didn't say anything. He looked curiously at Des as he adjusted his sitting posture. He also picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip of the bitter tea made from the magic bee honey in it, letting the sweetness and bitterness linger.
The taste lingers on the tongue.
Behind him, another minister of lower rank agreed: "Yes! Your Majesty! I agree with this point of view. I think we still have a lot to do now, including developing the planet and adjusting production capacity..."
Not far away, another minister spoke up and raised the threat of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect: "Should we solve the problem of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect first? In this way, we can avoid fighting on two fronts and avoid being attacked from both sides.
situation."
In fact, even a fool could tell that he was talking about the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect on the surface, but what he actually wanted to remind the emperor was: I hope that during the battle on Planet 2, even if we face the full-scale attack of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect, there will be no
Carry out large-scale war mobilization.
Anyway, although Chris didn't have time to talk to these ministers in a roundabout way, these ministers had to be more tactful in their advice to Chris.
You can never say to His Majesty the Emperor: There is something wrong with your decision-making, just watch our performance honestly, sit there and don't talk, just be a clay Buddha.
With all the talk, another minister acted like he was a loyal minister and would risk his own life to dissuade him, and said, "Stop talking, I still feel that such a hasty start of a full-scale war will put the entire country in danger.
"Your Majesty, please think twice!"
"Perhaps the other party has begun to prepare to negotiate with us after seeing our strength, but we are preparing for a war!" An official from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs spoke at this time and expressed his opinion.
As a result, Marvin, the foreign minister's face turned pale. He recognized who the person who spoke was. He decided to arrange for this bastard to be sent to the farthest star field after he went back, where he would work for the rest of his life.
Grassroots work!
In short, all the smart people have shut their mouths now, leaving a group of people who have to stand up and speak out, talking and chattering endlessly.
When these ministers gained momentum, they relied on the capital behind them, and when they achieved political achievements, they also relied on the power groups behind them. At this time, they need to protect the interests of the groups behind them. If they don't speak up, they may not have a chance in the future.
Open your mouth again.
As for the military, it was very quiet this time. They knew that now was not the time for them to speak, and all His Majesty the Emperor needed was their actions.
To put it bluntly, His Majesty the Emperor does not need their stance or support at all to deal with those civil servants, even including military generals like them. Taken together, they are no match for His Majesty the Emperor.
As long as His Majesty the Emperor raises his arms, everyone present can only support one option. This is Ailan Hill, and this is the most perfect explanation of the word "Emperor".
The Ilanhir Empire has never been a free empire, and even structurally speaking, it is not an advanced feudal system in which the emperor and scholar-bureaucrats rule the world.
From the day it was born, this empire was actually the sole authority of His Majesty the Emperor. However, with the expansion of the empire, the territory gradually became vast, and the number of officials increased little by little, some people always forgot this fact.
Smart people generally have good memories, so Waggron Lawns didn't say anything, Luo Kai has been studying the pen he has used for three years, and Wilkes Modler and others are even a little drowsy.
meaning.
Similarly, neither Strider nor Aldlake sat quietly, not even willing to look at the clowns behind them.
The grass on the graves of the last group of people who tried to prove that they could influence His Majesty the Emperor's decision-making was already three feet high, right? Deputy Prime Minister Alves didn't even listen to the noise of those people, and thought with a sneer in his heart.
"Your Majesty! We can first carry out war mobilization in the Higgs area where problems arise. I don't think there are any enemies that can allow the current Airan Hill Empire to fully mobilize." In the distance, the admonishing ministers continued.
, they have never felt so powerful as they do today.
Now, there are more than a dozen people who have tried to persuade the emperor to take back his life, representing different interest groups, dozens of planets, and huge capital worth tens of trillions.
In their opinion, even His Majesty the Emperor should consider changing his decision. No matter how strong the Emperor is, he cannot ignore the opinions of so many people at the same time, right?
"It's completely unnecessary. Your Majesty, you know how terrifying the production capacity of the Airanhill Empire is... Once this mobilization order is issued, we will produce countless war supplies every day." An old minister spoke on behalf of
The opinions of many nearby ministers.
There are huge interest groups behind this old man. These groups are giants and span all walks of life.
Of course, at this time, there were also several civil servants who sneered at such advice, because behind them stood an arms group...
The old minister analyzed it from the perspective of the imperial economy, and was recognized by many colleagues: "Your Majesty! If there is a war that consumes these materials, of course it doesn't matter. But we are not sure that the war will definitely break out, so if the war does not break out as scheduled,
The useless war materials we produce will only become a pile of useless garbage."
He talked eloquently, and the more he spoke, the more it made sense: "From an economic point of view, there is no difference between doing this and committing suicide! What we are doing is more terrible than going to war!"
If he didn't have to take care of his own manners, some ministers would even clap their hands and applaud to build up his momentum.
Even so, it can be easily seen that these ministers strongly agree with the old minister's analysis.
In their view, making money is the top priority. Everyone can earn less or earn slower, but if they want to take away 90% of what everyone earns, they will kill their parents.
In a sense, this is also a war, an internal war about the distribution of interests!
The old minister became more energetic as he spoke, as if he was moved. As he spoke, he spread his arms, and every word attracted many people to nod and agree: "War is to bring benefits to the country! If only
With no output from the investment, such a war will soon bring about the collapse of the country!"
Chris looked at the minister with great interest, as if he had just discovered that among his subordinates, there was such a capable man who spoke well and could impress others.
The old minister also saw the gaze cast by His Majesty the Emperor, and his courage suddenly disappeared.
However, because he had to speak for the family and group he represented, he could only continue to bite the bullet and end his performance with one sentence: "The problem is, we haven't started a war yet! We are preparing for one
A war that may not break out!”
"Let me say a few words?" Seeing that the old minister had closed his mouth, Chris looked at the chattering ministers and the silent generals, and asked softly.
The moment he asked this question, the entire conference room became extremely silent. No one spoke anymore. Everyone looked at their Majesty the Emperor, waiting for His Majesty the Emperor to continue speaking.
"I know you all want to make money. If you make less money, you will naturally feel sad, depressed, and even miserable." Chris said coldly, looking at the people who just now kept admonishing him not to go to war.
Mobilized ministers.
"The investigation of Higgs 5 shows that the invading enemy... will destroy everything we create! Houses, gold coins, bullets, puppets! Even destroy our bodies! Destroy our lives!" His tone was full of severity.
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"If we fail! Even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, we fail! Then everything that proves our existence will be erased! Nothing will be left!" At this point, he stood.
Standing up, he looked down at a pair of shocked eyes: "Victory, we can live, failure... we will all be wiped out! This is the meaning of this war, this is the purpose of this war!"
"So, I'm not here to ask for your opinions!" Chris said: "War mobilization! Start from this moment! Everyone...go and execute it!"
"Wow!" To Chris's left, the military generals who had been silent all this time stood up, stood at attention and saluted in response to Chris's order: "Long live my emperor...!"
On the other side, Des slowly stood up, followed by the ministers sitting in the front row. They raised their chins and sang loudly: "Long live my emperor!"
But just now those new ministers who seemed to be so majestic in normal times who kept admonishing, making noises, and gossiping, sadly found at this moment that they could not stand up.
I don’t know why my legs are weak and disobedient...
"My lord...my lord...what's wrong with you, my lord?" Beside the old minister who was talking nonsense just now, the anxious voice of a middle-aged minister attracted the attention of many people.
All I saw was that the old man rolled his eyes and leaned straight back on his chair. He was obviously unconscious.
"Although the position is not very important, what's going on with the officer's physical condition? Is he working too hard?" Des glanced at the officer and asked an official next to him.
The minister behind him did not speak, but lowered his head slightly and looked at the emperor not far away from the corner of his eye.
The still radiant man stood there, not even interested in taking a look at the situation on the other side.
At this moment, the Airan Hill Empire, which spans the vast universe and is home to countless planets, has entered a state of all-out war because of the decision of His Majesty the Emperor Chris alone——
It's a little late, but here's a 5,500-word chapter.
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