The news of the founding of the new country naturally can't escape the Federation's intelligence network, and while those countless immigrants went to the planet Dresser, the alliance agents hidden among the Chinese are also diligently sending all kinds of information about the planet Dresser back to the Emperor Star.

In the General Headquarters of the Federal Military Department of the Emperor Star, several bigwigs of the Nine Great Families looked at the refreshed information one by one with stern faces. Xinhua Guo's expansion in the planet Delaisay is a big shock to them. But for now, the Union army is just recovering from constant losses.

The loss of the Kent family was a big blow to the Federation. The loss of at least 10 million elite soldiers has deprived the Federation of several planets for military supplies, and after the loss of the Kent family, the entire system of the Federation's marines is also making significant adjustments.

The Abraham family and the Statham family arranged for many of the family's cronies to enter the Marine Corps system, but the Keane family did not take any advantage, but even worse, lost the Sixth Fleet.

Similarly, on the frontline battlefield, the human form is not very rosy. In order to retaliate against the Zerg's invasion of Kent, the Federation organized many expeditions for counteroffensives, but they were all in vain again and again, but the losses were greater than the first.

The Poolo, for their part, rarely take the initiative to attack humans, but they have been feeling like they are on the verge lately. On many mineral planets, Puldomen and some alien races have launched small-scale attacks on humans. Although the scale of the battle was not large, it held back the federal army.

Although the Poolodo did not use their main forces to fight the humans, and the high-level Skywalkers were all on the battlefield against the Zerg, the humans still did not take advantage of it. Even with tanks and mechs, humans are still not as sophisticated as the Purdons in terms of the quality of their troops.

Perhaps, as the Gothic analyzed, the galactic balancers need a galaxy with different races and civilizations to balance development. The Poolordians let the petite humans of the threat develop to make sure that the galactic balancers don't come to their trouble.

Problems within the Human Federation are also a good thing for Purdo. Now that they have not been attacked on the human side for a long time, they have more and more sufficient troops to counterattack the Zerg and take back those occupied planets.

Ford Focus, as the patriarch of the Fox family, is currently the head of logistics at the General Headquarters of the Federal Military Department. He had been exhausted by successive defeats in battles and the great attrition of expeditions. Now he is looking at the list of reports from his subordinates in the office at the top of the General Headquarters, and at the same time thinking about attending a charity dinner in the evening to raise funds for the army, hoping to make efforts to help the current overstretched military budget.

Looking at the strings of red deficits on the virtual screen, the Ford Focus really wanted to swallow the Mustafa chiefs of staff alive. The so-called battle plan they made was so perfect, that is, the Gang caused the greatest damage when it was irreparable. Organized legions are like stones thrown into the sea, and when they see only a splash, they disappear.

That's it, the phone on the virtual screen lit up, and the caller was a face full of flesh. and Marlon has a fight of the fat man. The fat man was very old, and the flesh on his face drooped down, and he looked extremely uncomfortable. The fat old man was wearing a dress, and his already ugly face was even more ugly.

Ford Focus frowned, the caller was the patriarch of the Abraham family, Tim Abraham. It is not a good thing for this guy to call in general, it is often a problem with equipment production.

Sure enough, Tim Abraham opened his mouth and said, "Ford." There's bad news. Many of our factories have been on strike recently, and those operators are demanding a wage increase! So the 20,000 mechs before. It may have to be postponed. There is also the possibility of partial deliveries. ”

"Don't tell me this, you old fat man. I know that your factories are all automated production, all robot assembly lines, and it doesn't matter if there are a few fewer people. Those mechs must be delivered to me on time. ”

"Ford, you have to think about my troubles too! Now that the Chinese are leaving the Union, there is already a shortage of labor. I'm a robot with a good assembly line. But it also needs someone to maintain it! ”

"Humph! Those mechs were ordered by the Keane family and the Statham family. You also know the current situation on the front line, if there is no equipment by then, will you let the Keane family huddle in cans to fight? ”

"But ......"

"Nothing. Hurry up and find a way to get to work. If you really can't, don't tell me, talk to Moon. ”

"I'm not going to look for that old pervert! Forget it, I'd better think about it again! He said. Tim Abraham ended the call.

Seeing the other party end the call, Ford Focus cursed in his heart: "What are you going to do with so many mecha at once?" ”

"Of course there is a big move!" A voice came and frightened Ford Focus to jump out of his leather armchair. If someone were able to sneak into his office without anyone finding out, it would be a great threat to his safety.

"Jones! You're going to scare people to death! "The man who came was Jones Mustafa, the patriarch of the Mustapha family.

"What? Do you also worry about being afraid? Jones Mustafa said with a smile.

"Humph!" Ford Focus ignored Jones Mustafa, the old black guy was a master of stealth, and his favorite thing was to use his skills to scare a few of them. Ford asked rhetorically, "What are you doing here when you don't stay at the staff?" ”

"This is for you, it's the next batch of lists. This can't be known to anyone else, so I'll do it myself. ”

"What's that? Need you to visit in person? Ford took the order. It's a tiny memory chip that you can plug into your PC and see what's inside.

Seeing the list, Ford's mouth opened wide and he was stunned for a long time without speaking. Jones Mustafa also stood on the sidelines and said nothing.

"Is this going to be a big fight?" Ford Focus asked, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"That's right. Those Chinese people are becoming more and more arrogant, and they have to know who is the master of mankind! Jones Mustafa said with a hint of cruelty in his expression.

"No wonder, those 20,000 mechs too?"

"Of course. With the loss of the Sixth Fleet, the Keanes were ruthless. The dockyards of all planets are almost non-stop, and more than one warship is completed almost every day, plus the reserve warship, this time I have to teach those Chinese people a good lesson! ”

Ford Focus pinched his temples, hung his head and said, "I don't know what to say about you guys." Don't you know what's going on now? ”

"What's the situation?"

"As soon as the new conscription bill came out, the labor force of the colonized planet was drastically reduced, coupled with the campaign against the Zerg that you had planned before, the military department no longer had the budget to toss." Ford Focus said solemnly.

"What? You won't think about it? ”

"Your staff is so smart, why don't you think of a way for me, how to conjure up some military spending, or conjure up tens of thousands of mechas?"

"Stop! You go to Tim, that old fat man. I'm just in charge of strategy and tactics, and this time it's absolutely foolproof! ”

"Believe in you to have a ghost!" With a wave of his hand, a pale blue light flashed.

"Damn!" Jones Mustafa waved his hands to block out the light.

Bang! The sound of an air explosion. What Ford waved casually just now was already a powerful attack containing the Force.

"Go away, I'm annoyed when I see your staff!" Ford Focus said impatiently.

"Hey, hey!" Jones Mustafa smiled, didn't take it seriously, and left the Ford Focus office.

Ford Focus sighed, it seemed that the night's fundraiser was going with a mission, and the rich tycoons in the Federation were going to pull money out of their pockets again. It's just that every fundraising is accompanied by a lot of political ease, how long can this continue?

Looking out the window, the sunset was slowly setting, and the beautiful light was shining in every corner of the city. (To be continued......)