The itinerary planned by the god Wu Li for the Federation observation group seems to be casual, but in fact, each step has its own deep meaning behind it.

Even later in the journey, the bureaucrats and councillors of Milicon could enjoy the bloody war waged against millions of supernatural beasts as the Wuli religious army opened up the new world, which could show force and exert enormous invisible pressure;

Every time a new 'world' arrives, let the Federation Flying Fortress rise into space, and take a bird's-eye view of the planet, which can prove that the different worlds that the god Wu Li tore through the void and guided the Millican mothership through are indeed different from each other, and there is no fraud or fabrication of strength;

And choosing a continent to land at random, so that the Milicians can truly witness the living and working environment of those believers living in the glorious land of Wuli, can let these federal 'tourists' intuitively understand that although the Wuli civilization has not been formed for a long time, it has an incredible material production capacity and spiritual cohesion for the people.

The effect of his arrangement was remarkable, and the five-day observation trip was fleeting, and when all the twenty-one Wuli theocratic 'worlds' were revealed to the elite of Millican, everyone understood the horror of this mythical civilization that had suddenly appeared.

Perhaps this young civilization is not as strong as the Atlanteans, but it has unlimited potential, and more importantly, even if he is not at the peak of his strength at the moment, it is enough to crush Milicon to pieces.

On the last day of the journey, the starry world of green fire in the middle of the night was shining, the sky was cloudless, and the Milican Air Force space carrier 'Bald Eagle' was suspended in the sky, and it could accommodate more than 300 people in the main conference hall for strategic layout meetings. Hundreds of high-ranking federal bureaucrats and parliamentarians, along with their presidents, listened with stern expressions to the loud statements of a middle-aged man who was slightly in high spirits.

“... According to their efficient social structure and division of labor, at least five to six years, at most ten years, can digest those other worlds without native intelligent creatures, after all, no matter how powerful the brainless monsters are, it is impossible to block the invasion of more than two billion intelligent beings with strong productivity and combat effectiveness.

Then, after one or two generations of peaceful development, according to the fertility habits of the Wuli civilization, it will take about 30 to 50 years, and the population of this civilization can reach 1,000 to 140 billion. So I'm sorry guys. The range of numbers is a bit large, but there is no doubt that we are facing an extraordinarily powerful civilization with unlimited potential.

This 'monotheism'. And I have never seen a civilized society ruled by gods. It was never even imagined that it would appear in the real world. I'm afraid it's the only one in the whole world.

Because there is no reference relationship, many cases can only be inferred, but one thing is certain. Ignoring the shortcomings of the lack of democracy and the rule of law, and the restriction of human free thought and will, the reactivity and 'mobilization' of this civilization are unimaginable in terms of efficiency alone.

The 'body of civilization' composed of tens of billions of people is completely directed and mobilized by a single thought, which is very valuable for research..."

Sitting at the main seat of the oval conference table dozens of meters long in the center of the conference room, looking at the increasingly nervous excited expression of the sociologist who was playing a slideshow and making a long speech from afar, an inexplicable irritability rose in the heart of the federal president.

He leaned out violently, knocked on the microphone on the wooden table in front of him, and made a 'pop...' sound, attracting everyone's attention, and said, "Professor Edelman, although your analysis has been an eye-opener for me, but now that time is pressing, please get to the point?"

As if interrupted by talking about the excitement, Edelman frowned dissatisfiedly, lifted his glasses and said unceremoniously: "The point is that although the social structure of the Wuli civilization is barbaric, rough, and has no human rights, it is much better than Millican in terms of war mobilization and durability.

Assuming that they are equal in strength to ours and continue to fight against each other, we must be the first to collapse the social structure.

Not to mention the real power comparison, the idiot also knows that the Federation is no match for it at all, so my advice is that whatever it asks for, as long as it does not deprive us of our freedom and life, it is better to say yes. ”

"Could it be that the Wuli civilization is more powerful than the Atlantean civilization, Professor," a tall, gloomy senator asked in a loud voice at the judgment of the most academic-obsessed, uncultured and uneducated scholar in the White House think tank, "It's better to say yes, I remember you didn't make such a pessimistic conclusion even when you faced the Atlanteans." ”

"Of course, the Wuli civilization is weaker than the Atlantean civilization at this stage," Erdman replied with a disdainful expression, shaking his head, "But don't forget, sir, the social structure of the Atlanteans is nine relatively independent 'core star' governments, which rule over twenty-three conquered 'resource stars' under the constraints of the Charter.

Although there is a unified leader of the so-called 'supreme power', it is not even as close as Milgian's federalism.

And we all know that even within the 'supreme power', the Senate has the power of the charter and the supreme judiciary;

The House of Parliament, which governs military affairs and has the supreme power to decide on important affairs, and the House of Wisdom, which nominally has no power but is in fact the spiritual support of all Atlanteans, are not so harmonious.

In this case, through the diplomatic division and struggle, Millican, who has a certain military strength, has no problem in protecting himself in the face of the Atlantean civilization with hundreds of 'voices'.

But there is only one 'voice' of the Wuli civilization, and there is no meaning at all in diplomatic mediation, division, and fighting, and that 'voice' likes the Federation, and the entire civilization likes the Alliance;

That 'voice' is hostile to the Federation, and the entire civilization will destroy Mirican at any cost, so from the perspective of danger, for the relatively weak federal power, 'Wu Li' is actually far more terrifying than 'Atlantis'.

After all, an 'organization' is an institution that has no personality or preferences, and can think purely rationally, while people, or intelligent individual beings, cannot!", the sociologist's voice fell, and there was a dead silence in the conference room.

After a long time, the Federal President rested his elbows on the conference table, clenched his fists, and broke the silence in a low tone, "Ministers and parliamentarians, do you have any opinion on my decision to conclude an alliance with the Umurian regime in my capacity as President of the United States of Milliamerica?"

After staring at each other for a while, the White House cabinet members shook their heads silently, indicating that they had no objections;

The members of the Senate and the House of Representatives also expressed their support for the president, among which Nigras, who was the most criticized for this 'trip to another world' that originated from a scam, and was also the oldest and most respected of all the members, said in a bitter tone: "Your Excellency.

I will personally convince the Democrats in the Senate to recognize the status quo and let them know that there is no choice left for Milicon to form an alliance with the 'Wu Li'...

Lord, why have you given me such a long life to go through such a bleak and humiliating moment of Millicorn's brilliance..."

The old man's last aria-like moan echoed through the silent chamber, leaving a bleak look on everyone's face, and the corners of the mouth of the god Wu Li, who had learned that the federal government was willing to conclude an alliance, were unusually pleasant, in contrast to the gloomy mood of the Milican elite.

Bathed in the night breeze, he flew near the federal mothership, quietly watching the small biochemical ships deliver gifts representing the goodwill of the Wuli civilization to the deck of the mothership, and at dawn he tore through the void and returned to the world of Noah.

Just three days later, in the only sprawling and astonishing office on the top floor of the Neptune Hotel, located in the heart of New Washington A, the actual Covenant of Submission appeared in Zhang Lisheng's hands.

“... the exchange of non-strategic weapons technology;

create a space rift in Noah's World New York City where large-scale commerce and trade can be conducted, and mutual recognition of zero tariffs on trade;

Establish a common defense system, one side is invaded, and the other side has the responsibility to provide necessary assistance, including military support..."Sitting on the sofa next to a huge floor-to-ceiling window and submerged in the artificial jungle, looking at the text unilaterally drafted by the Chinese government, Zhang Lisheng whispered to himself in surprise, "This seemingly fair covenant is simply a blackmail contract.

Who's the weaker party, hell...", muttered for a while to read the covenant, but finally he signed his name without hesitation.

The Federal Deputy Secretary of State, who was only responsible for delivering the first draft of the covenant, saw that Wu Li had no interest in bargaining, so he hastily signed the covenant almost child's play, and his eyes unconsciously widened and showed a look of surprise.

However, his good diplomatic skills quickly made him realize his gaffe, and he immediately stood up and applauded: "Doctor, allow me to cheer for the peaceful alliance between the civilizations of Milicon and Wuli, and wish us friendship forever. ”

"Charlie, open a glass of the best wine, and let us have a drink together, and another wine for our Undersecretary of State to take with us, Mr. President, along with this signed covenant. Zhang Lisheng smiled and ordered Charlie, who was sitting next to him.

Then he looked at the old man with broken blond hair and wrinkles on his face opposite, and said, "I hope my cheerfulness didn't scare you, Secretary Charles, I know it's a bit unexpected to sign so directly, but it represents my goodwill to the Federation and..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Lisheng suddenly choked, his eyes turned sharply to the hidden door of the office, wrapped in black leather, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. (To be continued......)