"Stop."

While passing through a downtown area on the outskirts of Tiangang City, the planetary capital of New Luo Song, the first executive of the Grant Group and the new governor of the New Luo Song Executive Star, Mavis Shetton, told the driver to stop and walked out of the convoy alone.

"No need to come here, I'll go over there and have a look."

Just in mid-air, she saw that recruiters from the Ministry of Military Administration were promoting and recruiting in the city, and she wanted to go over and take a look.

The car was parked not too close to the recruitment point, and the staff did not notice her, and the people of Sillason did not know the woman who had just become the chief executive.

She walked along the road alone to the recruiting point, and the bodyguards and the people in charge of protecting her safety from the Shin Luo Song branch of the Baishan Company had to stand guard on the perimeter of the city.

The war had broken out, the civilian navigation had not yet been completely closed, and the Silla Song was now a mixed bag, and although the bodyguards were very slanderous about the behavior of the executive lady, no one directly questioned it.

The staff at the recruiting site were playing an incendiary recruitment advertisement, and many residents in the vicinity were watching, and young people were gearing up, hoping to gallop through the vast universe and protect their homes like the brave Marines in the advertisement.

But most of the inhabitants had been watching the bustle and quiet for a long time, and they didn't seem to care much about whether their rulers were an alliance or a group.

With a smile on her face, Mavis stood at the outermost of the crowd, huddled with the onlookers.

Amid the music and sounds of the recruitment advertisements, the young recruiters spoke dryly to the crowd about the high taxes and fees that the Union had imposed on the agricultural growers and coffee merchants of Sillasong, as well as the preferential treatment that would be available to the people after self-government.

He should be a resident of the neighborhood, and from time to time he mentioned the name of one of the residents at the front, and he said it so eloquently that the crowd nodded frequently.

"Therefore, under the lobbying of the boss of the Baishan Company, the alliance government has signed an agreement on the autonomy of Sillasong, but these militants in the military, completely ignoring the face of the alliance, forcibly attacked our Sillasong, just to press us to the feet of those big chaebols in the capital star circle! Can we say yes? ”

"Can't!" The young people in the front row shouted.

"Old Song, after self-government, how much tax do you have to pay to the group?" He asked, pointing to a less active farmer in the middle of the crowd.

"Well, I'm not at the time to pay the tax yet, but I heard from the tax collector that this year's planting tax should be three points." The apparently honest farmer replied with some embarrassment in the face of the crowd's gaze.

"What about last year? Tell everyone, how much tax do you pay to the Union? ”

"Twelve points."

"That's right!" The young recruiter shouted, "These people are now hitting the Star Gate, just to let us go back to the days of exploitation and oppression!" They have also blocked the trade routes between us and other administrative stars, if the coffee, leather and luxury goods in the hands of those traders cannot be sold, they will not buy raw materials from us, the coffee and grapes you planted this year, and the swamp fireflies and flash foxes you raised this year will only rot in your own hands, can we bear it? ”

"Can't!" More voices began to respond to his question.

"Right now, our own fleet in Sillasson is fighting the damned warlords on the outskirts of the Fourth Planet, using less than half the enemy's strength, struggling to resist the enemy's mighty fleet, just to protect our own homeland from the enemy. However, our fleet is far from being an enemy opponent, and sooner or later those bastards will land on our planet, and when the time comes, we will be left to defend our homeland on our own! ”

He pressed a button on the holographic display, and the battle on the Great Ring of Planet 6 was shown on the screen, and the battle scene was filmed by an unmanned reconnaissance vehicle far away, but it was still clear that at the end of the battle, the Sillasson frigate forcibly crashed into an enemy ship with a twist and jump acceleration.

The crowd was silent, everyone holding their breath and watching the flames burning silently in space.

An old woman who lived nearby came over with a large tub of brewed coffee and distributed it to everyone who was watching the conscription, and Mavis also got a cup and said thank you.

"Girl, I haven't seen you before, are you from out of town?" The old woman asked.

"Well, I see that there is a conscription here, so I will come and take a look." Mavis smiled.

"Seeing that you are not too old, you should also go to join the army." The old woman spoke crisply and crisply, with the uprightness and simplicity of the Silla Song people.

"That's right," Mayvis said with a smile, "I've already donated a lot of money to the group, and if necessary, I'll pick up a gun and fight." ”

The old woman looked her up and down: "You look like a rich man, but this war is about each of us, don't expect us to use money to protect your precious life." ”

Mayvis nodded: "No one's life is more expensive than another, I have already joined the Marine Corps." ”

"What did you do before?"

"I have been doing charity for a few years, mainly helping orphans, and occasionally doing some social work."

The old woman's eyes softened a little, filled Mayvis's cup, and pointed at the holographic display with a large, rough hand: "My daughter is in the fleet, about the same age as you, and she is the loss manager on the 'Saturn', and I have always been proud of her!" ”

After speaking, she pointed to the recruiter who was giving an impassioned speech and said proudly, "This is my son." ”

"You are the mother of a hero." "I want to thank you on behalf of the group. ”

The old woman waved her hand: "It's not the group you said, it's our Xinluosong." ”

Mayvis nodded: "Yes, not yet, but I think sooner or later, they will be the same concept, and they will all belong to our sense of honor." ”

The old woman began to divide coffee for the others, but did not hear her, and Mavis listened for a while, and when she saw that many young men and women had begun to sign up, she quietly withdrew from the crowd and returned to the car where she was waiting.

"Let's go." She got into the car and said.

In the car, Mr. Grant, who had not gotten out of the car, asked, "What do you see?" ”

Mayvis thought silently for a while, and said, "I always felt that I was guarding this planet for him. It wasn't until I saw the thoughts and thoughts of every ordinary person here that I felt that this burden was really heavy. ”

The car floated into the air, and Mr. Grant looked through the window at the crowd on the ground, whose emotions had been fully aroused: "Silla Song has the most simple people in the entire league, and they know very well what they are fighting for. ”

He went on to say: "However, as a qualified politician, one should look further afield. The role of the Governor and the Executive is to protect the people, but not to protect a specific person or individuals, and you should look at this from a historical perspective. ”

Mavis nodded: "If the Alliance fleet lands, these young people below may all die." ”

"They knew that when they signed up." Old Grant, whose hair was already a little gray, said, "Just like when I decided to invest in you, I knew that there would be today—it was our choice, and wherever you led us, it was the choice of history." ”

Mavis stopped talking, Mr. Grant had used all the capacity of his mining company to assist the group in the production of military supplies, and the merchants of the new rossson who had decided to attach themselves to her had also begun to raise supplies and weapons for the group through various channels, this was the stubbornness of the people of the new rosson, and once they made a choice, they would go on the path they agreed to regardless of anything.

Others may not know, but Mr. Grant, who has been an adviser to her, knows very well that this war will not last long, and the enemy may want to fight a quick victory, but Silla Song's strategy is a "drag" word, dragging Han Jianfei back from the capital area, dragging to the supply line of the alliance fleet can no longer afford it.

Although the strength in the early stage is not as good as the enemy, as long as the core members of the Grant Group are not beheaded by the enemy, Xinluosong, who has the vast majority of the population and resources of the entire star circle, will eventually be the final winner.

"Go to the Ministry of Military Administration." She said, "Call all the advisers and call a combat meeting right away!" ”

The special car adjusted slightly in the air and reversed, heading towards the former Baishan Company office building in the eastern district of Tiangang City.

"This is it." Zhao Xiaonan stopped the motorcycle, and the partridge also jumped out of the back seat.

Looking at the inconspicuous small building in front of him, Partridge hesitated a little: "Are you sure this is the office of the White Mountain Company in Xinluosong?" The huge white mountain, just this face? ”

"I'm going in, are you going?" Zhao Xiaonan was too lazy to deal with this former Baishan sniper who would babble endlessly once he opened the chatterbox, and took out a backpack from the trunk of the motorcycle.

Of course, she didn't know where the White Mountain headquarters were, but the amusement of the mechanical lifeform she carried in her backpack was clear.

After leaving the ghost base, when Han Jianfei and Chen Mingyuan were still fighting in the conference room of the alliance defense department, they mixed up with a cargo ship bound for Novorosson from Fort Augustus with the help of Doubi.

While the Star Gate was still closed, they smuggled all the way from Fort Augustus to Silla Song, and it was with the help of Funny that they were able to successfully reach Tiangang City and find this inconspicuous-looking three-story building.

Of course, Partridge didn't know about the existence of Terrilla the whole time, but kept lamenting that the luck of the two was too good.

Zhao Xiaonan was carrying a schoolbag containing a joke, and was just about to step into the small courtyard, when he was stopped by an agent who didn't know where he was hiding just now: "Where are you going?" ”

"Find someone." Zhao Xiaonan said.

"There's no one you're looking for here," the agent said, "look elsewhere." ”

"I'm looking for Han Jianfei."

The two agents exchanged glances, and one of them said, "No." ”

"Let's go," said the partridge, "you must be mistaken, this can't be ...... It's that place. ”

Zhao Xiaonan believed in the judgment of the mechanical life form on his back: "It's impossible to be mistaken, this is the Baishan Office." ”

"Who are you?" The agent looked warily at the young girl in front of him and the man behind her.

The girl's eyes were condensed, there were injuries on her body, and there were calluses in her hands, and then looking at the man's movements and posture, she looked like a person who used a gun all year round.

The agent drew his gun and pointed it at the two: "Leave immediately, or you will be killed immediately!" ”

Zhao Xiaonan pursed his lips.

A gust of wind blew overhead, and she looked up to see a black hovercar slowly descending in the courtyard.

Seeing the car, the agent became even more nervous: "Hands above your head!" ”

The hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, and the partridge raises his hands.

Mei Weisi just got out of the car and looked back at this side, but Zhao Xiaonan cut her hair short after being injured, and she didn't recognize it.

Zhao Xiaonan recognized Mei Weisi at a glance, and hurriedly shouted: "Sister Mei! ”

Hearing the noise, Mayvis turned her head and finally recognized her: "It's you." ”

Seeing that the executive officer knew this person, the agent no longer stopped him, but still watched the girl's every move vigilantly.

Mayvis smiled and grabbed the girl's calloused and scarred hands: "Why is it hurt like this?" ”

Zhao Xiaonan shook his head: "I fought a few battles before I came. “

I don't know why, although more than a year has passed, she is still a little nervous when she sees Mavis.

"By the way," Mavis asked casually, taking her hand as she walked into the building, "where's my cat?" “