Bloody Harry's death caused the unbridled blood mist to spiral out of control, turning into a fine rain of scarlet blood, scattered with dots and dots. The obscured line of sight finally became clear as the blood mist dissipated.

"Robin, damn it...... I thought something had happened to you! ~"As soon as the signal was restored, Li used the short-frequency signal to shout loudly in the communication.

During the whole battle, due to the obstruction of the blood mist, Li who was ambushed on the third deck could not form an effective support for the battle situation, and the interruption of communication made Li fall into extreme anxiety for a while. It is only because of his extremely firm confidence in the ace duo of Robin and Zhuo Luo that Li Cai has been patiently anxious and silently waiting for the final result.

"Rest assured, we're still standing here." Looking at and smiling at Zolo, Robin clenched his right fist and raised his arms and shouted, "Go tell everyone that we won!" ～”

Win! ~ The moment Robin's voice sounded from the communication channel, the entire central command room, the TR-735 and U-2 landing ships on standby, the fighter formations, and the Marine Corps that had just finished the battle all boiled at the same time.

For these soldiers, who had just left their prisoner of war status and stepped into the battlefield again, they urgently needed such a victory to regain their self-confidence. Moreover, the achievement of being able to defeat a powerful armed group with a Knife frigate and occupy such a vast star field was a miracle that no one dared to think of a month ago. But now, such a miracle is really happening in front of their eyes. Even they themselves became part of the creation of this great moment. Such pride, this exciting victory, so that they can't wait to vent the happiness in their hearts, and in this happiness, they and the team are completely united, becoming an inseparable whole.

…… An hour later.

After being inspected by Martha in the rest cabin, Robin and Zolo walked into the central command room with a smile on their faces, draped in loose civilian clothes.

Unlike the soldiers who cheered heartlessly outside, the central command room was as quiet as ever. All the staff officers, including Chief of Staff Yárvis, were in a state of intense work, as if the victory had not affected them at all.

However, as long as you look at it a little, you can find that even Chief of Staff Yárvis, who has always been unsmiling, has that uncontrollable smile on his face. On the small command table in the central command room, there were some empty paper cups with tea stains left in a mess.

Picking up a paper cup and sniffing it in front of his nose, Robin asked with a slight smile, "Why don't you get some wine?" ”

Perhaps awakened by Robin's voice, many staff officers in the Central Command who were in a state of intense work immediately put down their work and stood up and saluted like an electric shock: "General! ～”

“……”

Robin couldn't help but be stunned by such a formal salute from the General Staff, he was not very comfortable with the title of 'General', so he waved his hand a little embarrassed and said, "Don't be so formal, just be casual." ”

As usual, after Robin said this, everyone would have relaxed and taken their places. But today, everyone stood up straight, raised their heads and chests in a rare way, and it wasn't until Robin found a place to sit down that everyone sat down.

In the past, Robin was revered for his position as the Supreme Commander and for his dedication to saving them all. But most of the newcomers in the army were skeptical about his personal abilities. After all, Robin was too young in terms of age, and his position in the army was no more than that of a Marine commander of a logistics detachment. Such shallow qualifications are difficult to get in the eyes of these military elites who were once the main force of the army, so after the initial reluctance to reorganize, most of the newcomers in the army are actually more willing to obey the orders of Chief of Staff Yalvis, and only the soldiers who originally belonged to Robin will unconditionally trust their supreme commander.

It is undoubtedly a huge potential hidden danger for an army to have two voices, but now, this hidden danger has completely disappeared with this great victory. After all, the real miraculous triumph is more powerful than any legend than hearsay.

With such a victory, Robin completely conquered the General Staff, and the entire Staff recognized Robin's unparalleled strategic vision. And in the eyes of all the soldiers, such a victory was undoubtedly a verification of the true surname of those previous stories, and they really began to believe that their supreme commander was a genius general who was good at performing miracles and could lead them to victory.

This change of heart made them have a different attitude towards Robin, they no longer looked at any of Robin's decisions with a skeptical eye as before, and when facing Robin, they also began to show the iron discipline unique to the army.

Such an obvious change Robin naturally felt it clearly, which made him a little uncomfortable while stealing joy. After all, when they were in the fleet before, everyone got along more as friends and comrades-in-arms, so Robin was more accustomed to that relaxed and harmonious atmosphere.

"The soldiers look happy, maybe we should go out for a drink." Robin, who felt a little awkward about the atmosphere, suggested.

"We've already celebrated victories." Jarvis gestured to the piles of paper cups on the table.

"With tea?"

"Of course, as the brain of the fleet, the staff should always keep the most sober mind, and it can't get drunk in alcohol at such a moment." Jarvis placed a large stack of papers in front of Robin: "This is not the time for us to revel, although our successful killing of Bloody Harry has largely suppressed the restlessness of the freedmen in the 'City of Chaos'. But this is the world of free people after all, and we can't relax our precautions against them for a moment. ”

"This is ......" Robin flipped through a few documents in front of him at random, and immediately straightened his back: "This is the regional structure map of the City of Chaos?" How did you get it? ”

"While you were undergoing a medical examination, I interrogated a high-ranking cadre of the Bloody Mercenary and obtained from him the password to open the Bloody Mercenary's core database. However, there are some classified files that only Bloody Harry has access to, and Christine is in the process of declassifying them, which should take some time to complete. ”

"Confidential Files!" The word immediately reminded Robin of what Governor of Police Brandon had said, and realized that the secret file was probably the secret information left behind by the Osveld family during their shady dealings with Bloody Harry.

"Let Christine speed up the process, these confidential files must find a way to get them." Robin paused, flipped through the papers at hand, and casually asked, "Is there a result for the demographics of the 'City of Chaos'?" ”

"At present there are 826,000 freemen living here. Including miniature spaceships, there are 7,124 ships of all kinds and space shuttles. More than 1,200 of them are equipped with various degrees of armament, and there are no statistics on various types of light weapons, but it is believed that the number will not be less. Jarvis casually reported a series of relevant data.

"Eight hundred and twenty thousand! ~More than 7,000 spaceships? Robin's eyes widened when he heard this: "How can there be so many?" ”

It's no wonder Robin was so surprised, because on the scale of the 'City of Chaos', it can only roughly accommodate a population of about 200,000. But now it can accommodate more than four times as many people as it would have been at full capacity, and there are a staggering 7,000 ships of all kinds anchored here, far more than Robin had originally anticipated.

"It's a special time, so it's almost the entire freedfolk population in the mine." Jarvis flipped out a list of supplies and said with a wry smile: "The supplies here are so barren that I can't imagine it, especially the fuel, the fuel stockpiled here can only supply one-tenth of the ships for short voyages. So, most of the freedmen were forced to stay here. ”

"Is it because of the material blockade decree issued by the Northern Star Domain more than a month ago?" Robin asked, thoughtful.

A little over a month ago, at the height of the frenzied interstellar pirate raids, the Autonomous Council of Othello issued a blockade of supplies against the Freedmen, which explicitly forbade the sale of fuel to the Freedmen. By restricting the fuel supply to the interstellar pirates, the council hopes to reduce the frequency of interstellar pirates' sorties from the side, forcing them to stay in the Ultra Nebula and relying on material blockades to slowly weaken their strength.

If it had been a freedman a few years ago, this decree of the parliament would have had no effect at all. Because in those days, the Freedfolk were completely a group of wanderers who lived on the ship as their home, and the Fuel Synthesis Furnace and the Ecological Cultivation Pod were the survival necessities that any Freeman ship would be equipped with. But now, due to the complete opening of the northern star field, most of the freedmen have replaced their spaceships with new ones, and they are becoming more and more accustomed to using money to buy daily necessities and fuel, so those bulky rags have long been sold by them, or thrown directly into the trash.

In just five years, the Federation has completely assimilated the free people, causing these spacecasters in the universe to completely lose their survival instincts and become dependent on the Federation and the city.

In such a situation, the interruption of the supply of goods to the freedmen would have been extremely destructive. It was a fatal blow not only to the interstellar pirates, but even to the entire freeman world.

"Yes, the statistics of the Bloody Mercenaries show that in the past month, a large number of Free Folk ships have been forced to anchor in the 'City of Chaos' due to lack of fuel, which has further exacerbated the material consumption of the 'City of Chaos'."

"Isn't there a fuel synthesis furnace here?"

"But production is low, and most of the freedmen have changed to larger, faster spaceships. Such a spaceship, while better, is also more fuel-intensive, making the fuel supply completely unable to keep up with consumption. ”

"Oh?" Robin's eyes lit up with Yalvis's explanation, and he rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully, "I think we might be able to give them fuel." ”

(To be continued)