Having recently been promoted from colonel to the rank of admiral, the newly promoted Supreme Commander of the First Fleet of the Federation, Reynard Brown, who is only thirty-nine years old. Atkinson has been a bit annoyed lately.

For half a month, the officers in the Commander Center of the Moon Base could see Major General Renard's tightly frowning brow and the unconcealable confusion in his eyes every day.

They could also see that Major General Renard had been standing by the huge porthole of the command center lately, staring at the blue human home star in the distant starry sky, and then sighing from time to time.

It stands to reason that Major General Renard should be excited that he has just been promoted in rank and position, but everyone can understand why Major General Renard behaved like this.

The war on the front line is no secret in this command center, and perhaps the lower-level soldiers and federal citizens are still kept in the dark, but the command center receives a lot of information every day, and from this information, it is not difficult for everyone to judge what is happening on the front line.

But no one dared to discuss these things openly, and in order to avoid unnecessary panic, the military department had issued a gag order, but the gag order could not stop everyone's cranky thinking, and the performance of Major General Renard undoubtedly exacerbated everyone's uneasiness.

Reynard didn't realize what kind of bad influence his performance would have on others, he was just an academic officer with little combat experience, he was still a gentleman before he was stuffed into the First Fleet by his family, he was good at intrigue and power struggle, and he didn't have the experience and strength to deal with such a crisis.

However, his good performance on weekdays obviously covered up this shortcoming, so he was appointed as the commander of the ten detachments of the First Fleet that stayed at the lunar base, and then after the defeat of the main force of the First Fleet, he naturally became the chief officer of the First Fleet.

It's just that this change can definitely make Renard happy in the past, but now it only makes him feel a lot of pressure.

Because after becoming the new commander of the First Fleet, he found that the situation at the front was far worse than he had judged.

The enemy is about to reach the New Persian system!

Hell yes, the Earth Federation is just two habitable galaxies! And there is only one habitable star in the solar system, the Earth!

If the New Persian system is lost, without the population and productivity of the New Persian system, the Earth Federation will be able to survive for a while. But it's no different from perdition!

It wasn't until today, after so many days of bad news, that there was finally a decent piece of good news, Major General Renard, who was standing in front of the huge porthole in the command center and looking up at the earth as usual. Received a battle report from the military headquarters, which stated that the 13th Independent Fleet, through the coordination of the military headquarters, had set off from the DU-08 system to the New Persian system to garrison it.

This news surprised Rear Admiral Renard a little, and he knew what the so-called Thirteenth Separate Fleet was all about. He also knows the combat effectiveness of this fleet.

I didn't expect the top to say that this damn robot fleet could be moved?

On the same day as this good news, the lunar base arrived with a batch of strategic supplies from the New Persian system.

A giant cargo ship sent these supplies to the moon, and Renard noticed that the escort fleet escorting the cargo ship turned out to be only a few small warships, and judging from the numbering and livery on the hull, this invisible escort fleet was still improvised from several local fleets, and this discovery made his mood that had just improved slightly worse again.

To use such a rabble to escort important military supplies, even in a safe hinterland, such an arrangement is a bit too child's play, and sure enough, the situation ahead is a mess, right? Could it be that there is no longer even a decent escort fleet?

The cargo ship quickly ran out of cargo. Then he hurriedly departed, escorted by the poignant-looking convoy.

Dozens of large and small containers were stacked in the unloading area of the spaceport, waiting for the acceptance of the base to be divided into the corresponding warehouses, and an electronic list was packed in a tablet terminal and delivered to Major General Renard.

This batch of strategic materials was given to include some combat robots, some parts of warships and fighters, and a certain amount of ammunition supplements, as the New Persian system is about to fall into the flames of war, this is likely to be the last batch of supplies that the lunar base will receive from the New Persian system, so Renard attaches great importance to this batch of supplies, he knows very well, because the Federation moved most of the heavy industry to the New Wave system. Once the New Persian system goes to war, many of the things on this list cannot be provided by the solar system alone.

He looked at the list carefully, and after making sure that there were no problems with either the type or the quantity, as planned. Renard ordered the supplies to be put into storage as soon as possible.

His orders were effectively carried out, the First Fleet was an elite division, and the attached base staff were also elites in their respective industries, and that night, all the containers had been opened, and all the materials inside had been inspected and put into storage. Several of these new combat robots, which are used to supplement the defense forces within the base, have also been assigned to the hands of the relevant departments.

No one would find anything wrong with these new combat robots, so by the next day, these initialized combat robots had even replaced the outdated combat robots that were scheduled to be scrapped and entered their respective jobs.

Because of this, no one noticed that during some unnoticed hours, these new combat robots quietly released some strangely shaped microrobots from their bodies in the corners.

Then, over the next few days, these miniature robots quietly spread to all corners of the lunar base.

At the same time, on Earth, in the former Galapagos Islands of South America, somewhere in a very modern style of coastal villas, the Johnson family is also secretly ready for everything.

In a secret base below the villa complex, a small converted high-speed warship is ready to take off at any time, and a heavily armed army has also secretly assembled, boarded several underwater transport ships, and dived into the deep sea through the underwater passage in the base.

This army consists of a large number of combat robots.

All of them are equipped with simplified versions of learning AI combat robots, light and heavy, and there are even a few siege robots, as well as dozens of [Iron Soldier] robots that the elder Johnson sr. smuggled back from the 13th Independent Fleet, all equipped with power armor provided by the Johnson family.

A battle that completely ended the fate of the Earth Federation began quietly.

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