At the beginning of the year 486 A.D., Rear Admiral Rudolf von Favnier left Odin with his fleet of 3,300 ships and headed for the distant field of Ejtenherz. The chief of staff of his fleet was still Colonel Gustav von Schutkhajan, and there were still some shortages in the fleet, which were to be filled by the Ministry of Military Affairs after the fleet arrived at its destination.

Of the 3,300 ships of the Fafnir fleet, there were 300 battleships, 100 of the carrier mine-strikers and 100 of the mother-carriers of the Royale, 900 cruisers and 1,200 destroyers, and of the remaining 700 ships, 200 supply ships and 300 utility ships, and the last 200 were assault landing craft and half reconnaissance ships. The fleet consisted of 170,000 men, including nearly 5,000 marines, under the command of Major Dick von Karl.

After a two-month voyage, the Fafnir fleet arrived at the Ejenhertz space. The local nobles, administrators, and military governors in the star field sent local police fleets and private soldiers to welcome the arrival of this fleet directly under the Empire.

"It seems that the above is trying to straighten things out........."

"I don't know what kind of person this major general is transferred this time?"

"Shall we take him to make a fortune with us?"

"Let's see, the most important thing now is to restrain those actions a little bit, and not to give excuses to the bureaucrats from the central government. ”

These whispers under the surface of the water are constantly communicating and fermenting on the planetary ground and in the cosmic space.

After staying in the planet's orbit and the docks of the terrestrial spaceport and the ship factory, the Favennir fleet did not do anything, but began to release the officers and soldiers one after another, and a large number of soldiers poured into the planet's commercial districts, red light districts, and tourist areas to spend money - and Colonel Shotekhaujan's subordinates also began to blend in with the soldiers to gather information on this star field.

"Don't worry at all, I guess the higher-ups on this planet are already rotten. Let your people get to the bottom of it first and see what industries they occupy. Major General Fafnier said to Colonel Schutkhaughan.

Brigadier General Odin Midamaia brought his wife, Effenserine, to his parents' house. He was astonished to find that old Midamaia was not working in the garden as usual, but sitting at a table with a chubby young man drinking beer. Old Midamaia stood up when he saw his son and daughter-in-law come in, and the young man stood up and saluted.

"Oh, this is Dareth Midamaiah, your cousin. His grandfather was your uncle and grandfather, and his father also studied with me, a cousin, when he was younger. Dares used to be here when he was a kid, and you played together. Remember? Wolvergan. ”

"I remembered. Cousin Dareles, you're still as fat as you were when you were a child. Midamaia immediately remembered his cousin.

"Why are you free to come here today? I remember that you live in the star field in the interior of the empire, and it will take you a few months to come. By the way, I remember that you also became an Imperial soldier, and I heard my father say it before. ”

"Dales is reporting from the Ministry of Military Affairs this time, and he has a new place of work. You weren't there the first few times you reported on it, so you didn't meet you. Old Midamaia said.

"Cousin Wolvergan, I'm also an Imperial Major. You shouldn't have forgotten that I graduated from the Accounting Department of the Imperial Military Academy, right? This time I came because I was assigned to serve as a major logistics staff member in the Fafnir fleet stationed in the Ajtenhertz star field. Soon to be gone. ”

A few Midamayer sat together over beer and chatted, and after dinner, Dares Midamayer took his leave. He will immediately report from Agen Hertz on board the Imperial communications ship.

"Bah, there's going to be war again? Oh... No wonder, this year marks the thirtieth anniversary of His Majesty the Fourth's accession to the throne, 'to teach the rebels a profound lesson'. It's good that we don't have our share. Major General Fafnier looked at the information that had just been sent through faster-than-light communication and said to Colonel Schutkhajan in the back.

"By the way, how did you get to the bottom of it?"

"All 15 local nobles were involved in smuggling. They were divided into several factions that monopolized all the smuggling channels, and at the same time co-opted a number of administrative and military bureaucrats. And pirates are basically hunting dogs they raise, and they are not too harmful to ordinary civilians. Schutkhao Jane gave a serious report, then took out a laptop and handed it to Fafnir.

"Okay, I'll take a look. You go get busy first. In short, all smuggling here must be 'eliminated'!"

Schutkhao bowed and returned to his office, he looked at the logistics staff member who had just come to report, Major Darles Midaemiaer, "Dalles, we haven't seen each other for a while. You go and sort out our logistics first, and then, if you have time, you can take a good look at what I sent to your computer within three days. Hand the report to me. ”

Not to mention how Fafnier calculated, the third battle of Diamat was already in full swing.

Thirty-five thousand four hundred warships under the command of Marshal Gregor von Mückenberga set out from Odin for the Alliance Star Field, preparing for the "crusade". The attention of the entire galaxy is focused on the Diamat field, and all parties are nervously calculating and speculating on the progress of the battle.

"How many did you receive?"

"Three. Major General, how many beauties did you receive?"

"Hahaha, they sent a whole dozen over to try to get on good terms. You don't have enough weight, Gustav. What a tragedy. ”

Fafnier laughed at his friend, triumphantly showing off the beauties he had received, while showing off his obscene three-dimensional photographs and small films.

"Alright, Gustav. Tell Carl to prepare! Give them a 'surprise'!"

In mid-February of the year 486 of the Imperial Calendar, it was only five days before Rear Admiral Fafnir arrived in the field of Ejenherz. What happened in the middle of the night is completely absent from later records, and no "historian of conscience" has carefully traced what happened that night. The only thing that is known is that there are a total of fifteen local nobles in the Ejenhertz Star Field, who have lived here for hundreds of years and have tens of thousands of relatives, all of whom disappeared without a trace in this night. In the months that followed, news continued to circulate that "a certain nobleman was killed by a meteorite/space junk/pirate while on vacation in space/travel/work/business, and there was not a single living mouth on the whole ship", which for Ejtenhertz was: "half a year of bloodshed". Many of the Administrators/Military Officials were assassinated by "pirates/rebels" one after another, and Major General Rudolf von Fafnier, who was stationed there, exclaimed: "This is the deepest contempt for the Imperial soldiers! At the same time, a military prohibition order was launched in the entire star domain.

Fafnir chases every smuggler/pirate ship in a cruiser, happily wielding his sword to kill all the people on board, and the cargo is confiscated under the label of the Imperial Army. In just half a year, "smuggling" and "piracy" were exterminated in the Eitenhertz field. However, there are some items on the market that are not missing at all, except that they are now legal Imperial goods, although the Imperial Tax Department does not receive an additional Reichsmark tax.

"Now, all this smuggling route is ours, and the money is like a tide!

"Your Excellency, is it really okay for us to slaughter so many pigs?"

"Don't worry! From Odin's side, this is just a pile of dirt buns. And fortunately, the third battle of Diamat, which ended earlier, attracted attention. And what we did was also called clean, and we also gave a lot of dry shares to Odin's other group of pigs, even the Imperial Military Department also received a lot of black benefits. Who's going to care?!"

"That's right! Xiu Tek Haojian! I remember the helmet and mask that the whole army changed into armored suits! Damn, I × it, I have long seen that the mask is not pleasing to the eye! Three holes! I want to insert it and make a mess of it! I don't have any deterrent effect at all! Why is it designed in the shape of a skull! Remember to ask the factory to produce a completely realistic skeleton mask this time, don't give me an abstract thing like three holes! Remember to make the helmet into a Roman style with lower ear protectors and a brim. Favenir puffed up that he had long since seen the helmets and masks of the Empire's armor suits unpleasant. "Next time, try to modify the military uniform, this military uniform is really ugly, similar to the's tights!"

"Then let's wait until Your Excellency is promoted to Marshal......"

"By the way, this is the report record of the battle of Diamat. The Golden Retriever's luck is so good! The other side is a machine with zero IQ! He dares to play the enemy's front turn! If the League on the other side is a fool or a tenacious guy, it is time for us to attend the funeral of the first rank general Mugel. It's really a kid who violates military orders, a kid who likes to play tricks...... I just can't figure out why Marshal Mukenberga doesn't punish this little guy?"

"Oh, Xiaguan has just received this report......... Does the Golden Retriever really play like that? Looks like his sister has a big face!"

"Okay, now that the Golden Retriever is a general....... next time I return to Odin, I will call him 'Lord Count Royankram'.........."

Just a week later, the official document of the Imperial Ministry of Military Affairs appeared: "Major General Rudolf von Fafnier has made meritorious contributions to extinguishing smuggling and piracy!" Wangqing and others will live up to their responsibilities and make new contributions!"

This time the battle lost thousands of ships on both sides, and none of the Admirals were killed on the Alliance side, but the Eleventh Fleet suffered considerable losses, but the Imperial Army was also stopped by the Alliance in the ensuing attack, paying an equal number of casualties - making up for the Alliance's wounded heart.......

In July 486 AD, the fleet of Fafnir was ordered to be reorganized back to Odin, and Viscount Fafnir himself had to attend the palace for an audience - a must for high-ranking Imperial officers.

There were no surprises or regrets in this visit. On the same day, Vice Admiral Fafnier went to the Cosmodrome Command and the Military Affairs Department to salute Marshal Mukenberga and Marshal Alan Bock, the military secretary, and finally this fellow completed the etiquette in an orderly manner, and was not pushed out again by the gendarmes to lose the face of the Imperial officers.

Fortunately, his position was not kicked out of an idle position- As with Reinhardt today, he was still the commander of the Imperial fleet, and the number of ships under his command was increased to 6,000, and the number of battleships and motherships was also increased: 1,000 battleships, 500 each of the lightning carriers and Śrguray carriers, 2,000 cruisers, 2,000 destroyers, 150 assault landing ships excluding the official number of operations, 400 work ships and 400 supply ships, and 200 reconnaissance and hospital ships. What pleased him the most was that his personal flagship had been booked for production, and it was estimated that he would be able to get this personal flagship within the year: the flagship was the flagship of the Wilhelmina-class large fleet of the same type as the flagship of Marshal Mukenberga, and it was especially required to strengthen its defense and speed, and its communication command ability was enough to command a fleet of 30,000 ships, and as for the name of the ship, it would have to wait until the launch of the ship to be named by the vice admiral himself, and Fafnier had already booked the ship name "Rocky".

Soon after, an interesting incident occurred when a certain Marquise failed in an assassination attempt against a certain Countess, whom the Countess Viscount Fafnier had met at the Grand Nobles' Reception back to Odin. "What I saw was the Countess Griwald, the sister of the blonde boy......... Babbling, the old emperor is really a sexual × blessing. But I remember that she loved that red hair...... I guess something very interesting will happen in the future. ”

A certain marquise was given to die...... "What a waste!" Can't we let the brethren rejoice and then die?" Fafnir thought in his mind with a great rebellion.

In August of the year 486 of the Imperial Calendar, unlike in March as in the original book, and after the failed assassination of the Marquise, Duke Bransch Baike, one of the most important nobles of the gate, issued a banquet for the emperor's majesty in his private residence, and a banquet of friendship between high-ranking officers and their wives. Viscount Faffnier also received invitations, and those who were eligible to attend the banquet were all brigadier generals and above, that is, people with the title of "Your Excellency". Colonel Schutkhao Jane was unable to attend. The stipulation that "regardless of active service, retirement, and reserve service" is probably to gather more nobles. With all the three major items of vanity, emptiness, and waste, it will probably be a grand banquet.

The light of the crystal art lamp strangely reflects the noisy group of gentlemen and ladies with a hypocritical impression. to the Emperor

The emperor's guest seats were the center, and the seats of the highest-ranking nobles were lined up, and the outer seats were prepared for standing. Put the guests so

It is very rude to divide the land into high-ranking places, but this is originally a banquet held by the host to boast of his status. Of course, Fafnier was only a standing guest, and opposite him was Reinhardt.

Duke Branche rose up to greet him amid applause, and then continued.

"The Ministry of Imperial Affairs came to inform him, and His Majesty the Emperor, on the way to the venue, suddenly felt abdominal pain, and returned to the palace halfway. very

Unfortunately, I was unable to attend this time. We hope you enjoy the water, wine, and food. ”

Among the visitors, there was a rather formal voice of disappointment, but in fact, for those who did not possess the charisma and wisdom of personality

The absence of the emperor did not have anyone who sincerely regretted it. Duke Brownsch's gaze rested on one seat.

"What about the Marquis of Kronputuk?"

"This ...... I haven't seen him since now. ”

Because the marquis's seat was empty, Menghua's chair, which was only five or six steps away from the emperor's seat, took up the space. in the chair

There was a black box at his feet. The aroma of the steamed cow on a silver plate gradually cooled down.

Reinhardt stood by the wall with a wine glass in one hand, and a rough sound was heard.

"Oh, that's a ...... Loyal and brave Imperial soldiers, gorgeous geniuses have also arrived?"

Reinhardt used the filter of will to hide the disgust and insult that flashed in his eyes. Although he hated almost all the nobles, Baron Filgel, who was now standing in front of him, was the one who was the furthest from Reinhardt's favorites and hobbies. He was five years older than Reinhardt, twenty-four, and had the rank of major general in the reserve, but this was because he was the niece of Brownsch, and was not judged for courage or military skill. The young man was surprised by Reinhardt's promotion to general, but had no doubts about becoming a major general with no battlefield experience. The basis for his value judgment is based solely on the existence or absence of historical vested rights, and his evaluation of Reinhardt is a hazard to destroy the garden

Bird.

There was no spark between the two. Because before that, a fellow intervened, grabbed a large piece of cream cake and began to devour it, and Baron Fürgel was about to accuse him of this unseemly behavior, but found out that it was Viscount Favenier. And he had to retreat feebly—what was the use of accusing a man who had no discipline at all? There seems to be some miasma floating behind him.

On the front of the hall, a portrait of the Beast Dorf the Great, from a high pedestal, looks down on Reinhardt and others. It is depicted from the time he ascended the throne at the age of thirty-four. He is 195 cm tall and weighs 99 kg, with a thick chest and broad shoulders. Burgundy hair. There are no maneless under the nose and jaw, and the side sideburns that ripple the sideburns are impressive. He is not an elegant and beautiful man, but a great man of strength and sharpness, who regards domination over others as the highest value, and is extremely powerful. I can't help but wonder if the lives of human beings and the fate of the Great Empire are heavier for these shoulders. An object of transcendence, not of reverence.

There was a small commotion. A certain baroness fell to the ground due to anesthesia, and immediately raised a shout of "call the doctor",

But for the time being, there must be a seat for the lady to sit on.

"Borrow a little from the seat of the Marquis of Klopschutek and take the box away.

The body of the baroness was placed on a chair by the waiter, and the black box was given to a young nobleman. The belongings of the guests with status cannot be disposed of at will. For the time being, it will be kept by the frame next to the entrance, and if the guest forgets to retrieve it, then later

I'll have to send it back.

The box was about to be removed from the hall.

Initially, light and heat were emitted, and after a split second, loud noises and storms formed a vortex.