The Whole Empire Thinks The Admiral Wants To Steal The Bride - Chapter 18

Chapter 18 – Preparing for War

　☆☆、Chapter 18 – The whole empire is urging the admiral to propose (Part 2)☆☆、

　　Glenn and Joshua were very cautious in their judgment. They held an efficient combat meeting with Ke Xi and Miranda, then chose a dwarf planet two stars east of Thunder Stone as the fleet’s temporary stop.

　　The atmosphere of the meeting was very peaceful.

　　Miranda had just had her eyes healed, and she looked as listless as a quail with its beak sawed off. She had been arguing with Ke Xi while applying the medicine, and her pheromones were flying everywhere. The old military doctor forced her to take half a bottle of sedative and take a fifteen-minute nap.

　　Her old rival, Admiral Ke Xi, had never grown up without a bone in his body when he was not holding a gun. He was as lazy as a pool of mud and was only responsible for moving his lips and tongue, and occasionally using his brain.

　　As for the two people who were previously at loggerheads…the two hands hidden under the table never loosened from beginning to end.

　　Glenn had a stern face as he calmly repeated the intelligence about ThunderStone Star from his memory, pointing out several weak points of the Gray Pigeon defenders— the base was small and the facilities were simple, they were outnumbered, and the coach was irritable and easily impulsive.

　　His palms were wet with sweat.

　　Joshua couldn’t relax his smile at all, it was like the sunlight in August in Dulan City, no, it was even more dazzling than the sunlight.

　　Admiral Ke Xi, a single man with sharp eyes and ears, received ninety-nine points of damage, and he patiently wrote down every single detail in the little notebook in his mind.

　　You ask whether the retaliation will be successful?

　　——My friend, everyone should have some dreams in life.

　　”First, let’s assume that the House Empire will not send reinforcements,” Glenn said calmly, “then the mission is very simple and we don’t have to confront the ‘Gray Pigeon’ head-on.”

　　Joshua smiled and said, “Yes, our goal is to bring back Princess Victoria and other traitors. If Gray Pigeon chooses to retreat, we might as well negotiate terms with him.”

　　Glenn recalled the confrontation with Hawthorne before leaving Thunderstone Star and coughed softly: “If it really comes to that, can we let Joshua conduct the negotiations?”

　　Ke Xi and Miranda nodded in unison. Compared to Joshua, they were really not good at it.

　　In the interstellar era, the birth of mechas and starships made wars as clear as possible. The various military tactics, layouts, and strategies recorded in the history of the First Galactic Era were gradually replaced by absolute power differences and technological levels.

　　The military is increasingly not good at government affairs, and politicians stay away from mechas and starships. This separation of military and politics is a feature of Fran, and it is also the current rule that Joshua and Glenn agree with.

　　What decides negotiations is the mind, and what decides the outcome of a war is the military strength. They have twice as many troops as the enemy, and Joshua’s head is filled with who knows how many things.

　　This is an absolute double advantage.

　　For commanders, the factor that needs to be considered more is to control the losses.

　　Theresa, who is still Joshua’s fiancé, attended the second half of the meeting remotely. With a flying kiss and an enthusiastic “Hey, fiancé, how are you?”, she successfully earned the black-haired admiral’s charcoal-black face and an elegant and steady “Get lost”.

　　Theresa watched as the holographic projection area suddenly went dark and bared her teeth in disgust.

　　”Tsk, you deserve to be single for eleven years.”

　　•=|=•

　　As everyone was finalizing a few details, the starship commanded by Theresa and the 5,000 mecha soldiers on board happened to arrive. The starship with the flaming rose flag was running smoothly and slowly approached the detailed coordinates given by the Fran starship.

　　The docking of two huge aircraft was a technical job, so delicate that it was disgusting. Hundreds of starship pilots adjusted the angles in various ways, hovering at a constant speed to a parallel state, and then slowly docked, colliding with a deep muffled sound.

　　The Archduchess has been busy fighting with the Crown Prince of the Celine Empire lately, and the two of them are fighting each other. Counting the days, Theresa hadn’t touched the operating screen for two or three months, her hands were itching badly.

　　This opportunity was rare, so the Grand Duchess personally showed up, driving a red mecha named “Transy” and leading a team of personal soldiers to land on the starship of the Fran Empire, and she still exclaimed that it was not exciting enough.

　　Glenn looked at the scene outside the round window, and a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind. He suddenly asked, “Is this place only two stars away from Thunderstone Star?”

　　Miranda didn’t understand what he meant, and nodded gloomily: “Yes, the star map shows that this dwarf planet numbered LSBD12 is 2.7 star miles away from Leishi Star.”

　　Glenn: ‘Somehow I forgot about baby Black.’

　　Who the hell knows what’s going on?!

　　Unlike Glenn who was trapped in self-condemnation, the Crown Prince’s brilliant smile was directly upgraded to the second power of brilliance.

　　He rubbed his thumb across the back of the other person’s hand in his palm, all the way down, and scratched Glenn’s rough palm.

　　——Beauty can lead to the downfall of a country, this is truly a true saying.

　　•=|=•

　　Lei Shixing, the Gray Pigeon’s residence.

　　According to the time of this planet, it was almost dawn. The vegetation, which was more than ten meters high, densely surrounded the station of the “Gray Pigeon”. The vines grew most luxuriantly, and the leaves stretched and twisted, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, covering up a lot of the star’s light.

　　Hawthorne’s wounds had completely healed, and he ordered his men to gather their troops. He angrily changed into combat uniforms that were convenient for operating mechas, and reappeared in front of people.

　　The two arms exposed under the grey cloth were white and smooth, the figure was long-legged and thin-waisted, and the long hair was tied behind the head. It was no exaggeration to say that it was hard to tell whether the man was a woman or not.

　　Unfortunately, the space pirates were not surprised at all. They stood in square formations in various postures with their heads down and legs crossed.

　　Hawthorne looked around, snorted coldly, and asked calmly: “You haven’t seen blood in four years. Are you afraid?”

　　”No.”

　　”Afraid!”

　　”You’re afraid of shit!”

　　”Yes…kind of.”

　　”I’m not afraid either!”

　　•=|=•

　　The pirates were in chaos, like a gun version of a vegetable market on a deserted planet.

　　Hawthorne: “…” Damn, you want to give up.

　　Deputy Norton was a tough guy with a scar across his face. He raised the shoulder-fired howitzer in his hand and fired two shots into the sky, then watched in silence as the crowd became as silent as he was.

　　”……” It’s OK this time. Hawthorne nodded with satisfaction.

　　Just as the second-in-command of the Gray Pigeons was about to speak, the team leader in charge of communications who had appeared at the crack in the mecha hangar earlier rushed over with his men, with four words written all over his face— “Something big has happened!”

　　In his hand he was holding a communicator that looked very familiar to Hawthorne…

　　The chief recalled some not-so-nice memories and became furious.

　　The team leader was unable to resist this invisible spark and said with a sad face: “Boss, we just received another communication request.”

　　”Didn’t I tell you to not pick it?!”

　　”It’s not that one,” the captain stammered. The burly man looked as aggrieved as a girl. “It’s… it’s the Omega Crown Prince of Fran.”

　　Hawthorne’s eyelids twitched joyfully again—this time it was his left eye.

　　”Lead the way.” He said fiercely.

　　-TBC