If you think of the Federation as an anthropomorphic individual, his growth has not been smooth, and it can even be said that he has stumbled along the way, and to this day he is still in constant friction with other large human forces.

The most conflicting of these is an interstellar empire in the western part of the Federation, transliterated as Peacock.

Although the Peacock Empire has the same population as the Federation, it is two generations behind the Federation in terms of technology, and it stands to reason that they should be very honest, but I don't know where they get their self-confidence, they always feel that they are stronger than the Federation.

Because of territorial disputes, the Federation and the Mauryan Empire have repeatedly broken out skirmishes on the border, with a battle loss ratio of 1:30, that is, for every thirty Peacock soldiers killed, one valuable Federation soldier is lost.

Thousands of Union soldiers die every year.

Angry Federated hawkish generals go to war every year. However, the ancient gods are about to recover, and it is not appropriate for a war to break out abroad, and the anti-war sentiment of the people of the Federation is also very high. So every time I was pressed down by the leader on the grounds of taking the overall situation into account.

However, just as the three armies of Fuxi, Pangu and Nuwa formed a combined fleet to defeat Magma, the Peacock Empire stirred up trouble on the border again.

This time it's bigger than ever.

The Peacock Empire is on election day again, and their current leader has decided to show a tough attitude towards the Federation in order to be re-elected, and has launched thousands of warships in one go to compete for a star system controlled by the Federation.

The well-prepared federal army relied on satellite fortresses and planetary cannons to confront the thousands of warships of the Peacock Empire on the scale of 300 warships, and the battle was about to break out.

Do you want to fight this time?

"If you want me to say, you have to fight! Can't put it off any longer! ”

The hawkish general of the Federation had a serious expression: "The general situation has changed, we must make those stupid birds who lack a string in their heads obedient and join forces with our other civilizations to deal with the ancient gods, otherwise all human civilizations may be subverted." ”

The dovish generals looked at each other, and no one spoke, which was considered a tacit acquiescence. While there is still time, the conflict within humanity should be resolved first.

The two generals agreed, and they looked to the other end of the table—the one who could actually make the decision.

The leader said calmly: "Bring new equipment, fight quickly, and let them return to the negotiating table within half a month." ”