In the conference room, Fazzani listened thoughtlessly to the speech in the rostrum, and the curly-blond representative of the council, Donald Brown. Johnson is instilling in the Bald system and the vast world behind it. He emphatically emphasized the important geographical location of this spiral arm gateway and solemnly read out the expectations and encouragement expressed by Shen Yuehe, chairman of the Joint Assembly, to the commanders of the fleets.

Unlike many of the generals in the room, Fazani was neither surprised nor thrilled by the alluring nature hidden behind the Bald system. Judging from the information obtained by the representatives of the rescued colony of Telamon, the fiasco of the Third and Sixth Fleets at Valkyria was largely self-inflicted, but behind all these disputes lies the fact that the principals must have had a plan.

And now that the Silver Alliance fleet has settled in Chimoriza in large numbers, and the crazy rumor of the declaration of war on the Vulcans in the Bald system has finally been confirmed, after the dust has settled, looking at this series of cover-up deeds, Fazani can't help but feel emotional, and sincerely feel involuntary and full of disappointment.

The obese Congressman Johnson's explanation of the joint parliament's passage of the war resolution relieved at least the confusion in the minds of most of the attendees, and some of them rejoiced in their hearts, fueling their passion for such a bright future for humanity.

To take Bald and defeat the Vulcans is to add to a glorious future for humanity, which should be the goal of a professional soldier who wants to fight. Others, on the other hand, were aware of the military might of the Vulcans and their allies, and were dissatisfied with the all-out war against the Vulcans at this time.

But as military personnel, unlike the politicians in the Joint Parliament, they were limited by their duties, and after Congressman Johnson, who was the representative of Parliament, spoke quietly, much to the surprise of the Cooperative Party members who had suffered from the dispute.

He had always been good at mouth guns, and he was ready to fight back long before he came to the airport in a shuttle boat, and he thought that even if he got here, someone would make a big deal out of his disgust with the war.

The obedience is all on the face, the opinions are all in the heart, and the top admirals of the Silver Alliance Navy present here are all of the same mind. Now that there are formal and legitimate parliamentary documents to support it, the attempt to declare war on the Vulcans is fully confirmed, and the next step is to faithfully carry out the advice of the Supreme Command of the Military Council and launch an effective attack on Bald.

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The brief pre-war mobilization meeting was a little inexplicable, and the conspirators' ruse finally succeeded, saying that they had come to do some pre-war mobilization, but in fact they had come to whitewash the peace in the name of war.

When the civilian resolution is finished, it is the turn of the military to shed blood and tears. On the huge star map, they pointed out the targets one after another with their small hands that were not stained with oil, and then sat on the ground floor of the Military Commission building surrounded by fern vine trees, eating meat steaks and drinking frog milk in the war room, turning on the ultra-long-range particle access TV, and watching with great interest the elites of the Silver Alliance who had really gone through the baptism of blood and fire to die one by one!

Thinking of this, Fazzani closed his eyes in disgust, the punishment of not thinking about tea and dinner in the past few days was gradually manifesting itself in his physical strength. He has no energy, and he has no interest in everything, and for the sake of this damn war, as the chief of staff of the fleet, he has to leave that spacious and comfortable office constantly to hold these damn meetings of the intelligence department or the headquarters of the general staff, large and small, unnecessary and uninspired!

He sat in the back row with his head down and tried not to attract attention, but since his heart was not smooth at the moment, he muttered to himself.

"Dino, do you have anything to add to that?" Someone at the front of the room shouted to him, his name was very kind, but his tone was impatient.

Fazani opened his eyes and found that it was the chief of intelligence of the Military Council, Evan Brown, who was the keynote speaker. Frank, he remembered that he was in the Battlement Analysis Class of the Walken Fleet held by the Intelligence Bureau, not Tommy Brown, Chief of Staff of the General Staff. Hodge's Strategic Integrated Simulation Lecture.

Hoji was cold and serious, but he was the most shrewd guy in the Silver Alliance Navy that Fazani privately admitted, so some of the information he had was barely listened to by Fazani. And as for Evan. Frank's misguided clichés seemed to remind everyone of the intelligence bureau's meticulous and well-informed tone, so Fazzani didn't listen to what the previous intelligence chief had said.

"Nothing to add." Fazani shook his head and said hurriedly.

His words made Frank frown, and he didn't know if Fazzani's words were offensive or passable, but after that, the chief regained his high spirits, drew circles with his fingers, and continued to explain the so-called tactics of the Vulcans' penchant for group warfare.

", huh." Fazzani, who was about to carry out the method of opening his eyes and pretending to sleep, heard someone beside him, it was a small yellow-skinned man sitting on the edge of the back row, with the rank of brigadier general, who looked quite old, but he showed a hearty and harmless smile to Fazzani, which immediately reminded the latter of Situ Jue, the deputy commander of the Tenth Fleet, who had been courting him all day.

"Chief of Staff of the Fifth Fleet, Fan Zeyang, fortunately, General Fazzani." The little man moved from a few seats to Fazzani's side and held out his hand to him.

Because of Valkyria's miracles and the fact that he had been on the show for a period of time to promote the military committee of the Silver Alliance, Fazzani often met officers of various fleets who wanted to be close to him in Chimoriza, and he generally did not want to have too much contact with strangers, but the little man's comment just now made him like it, and he had no choice but to exchange courtesies when he saw people.

"The honor is also mine, Staff Officer Fan, the ...... of the Fifth Fleet Do you know Qin Wenhao? He remembered his old friend from the Fifth Fleet.

"Quartermaster, of course I know, and the relationship is quite good." As soon as Fan Zeyang heard Fazzani mention Qin Wenhao, the smile on his face became even stronger.

"That's my military school classmate, thirty years of friendship." Fazzani looked at Frank, who was pointing at the country in high spirits on the stage, and whispered.

"I know, he often mentions you, Lao Qin is nostalgic for the old, and he has a pistachio, but when it comes to it, he thinks about it back then, and he has mentioned a lot of things about you in front of us." Fan Zeyang spoke in a low voice, with a smile on his face.