Chapter 444 Three Plans
Yang Ming had no intention of comparing his mistresses.
But Catherine was indeed the one closest to him in terms of physical strength, and could make him feel relieved of stress after the madness.
After they had stayed on the uninhabited planet for seventeen or eighteen galaxies, they formulated the detailed steps for incorporating the Domingos resistance organization.
If it weren't for the urging from the Military Intelligence Bureau, Yang Ming really wanted to stay here for another ten days or half a month.
Unfortunately, Catherine still has a lot of things to do.
Yang Ming can ignore the Military Intelligence Bureau, but Catherine cannot ignore her brothers and sisters.
After bidding farewell to each other, Yang Ming and Xiao Lu reviewed the details of the follow-up plan. The Dongfeng made a detour, circled twice outside the empire, and then rushed to the airspace to meet with the Military Intelligence Bureau.
According to the law's calculations, three conditions must be met in order to cause internal division of the empire or a drastic change of power in a short period of time.
First, the people were seriously dissatisfied with the imperial authorities.
Second, the empire's entire defense system will not take action. The ideal situation is that it will exert force in the opposite direction.
Third, there is a certain external force driving it.
Uniting the resistance organizations on the border of the empire is a very important step in the third condition.
Only by making the empire look precarious, will the New Federation, the United States of Freedom, and other powerful countries that have long been wary of the empire be able to push the empire toward the abyss.
In order to achieve these three conditions;
In particular, in order to achieve these three conditions before the Sherman Empire attacked the Fallen Wind Alliance, Yang Ming and Lu formulated a series of plans.
Among them, there are three most important plans, code-named [Glimmer], [Flame], and [Challenger].
What Lu said made Yang Ming feel a greater sense of urgency.
The year 753 of the Imperial calendar.
Before that, Faya's game must be started, which should also be one of the rules set by the Faya people.
The remaining time is obviously insufficient.
…
When Boss Yang appeared on the Military Intelligence Bureau's special train command ship, he looked refreshed, and his big eyes under his thick eyebrows were bright and spirited.
This made Major General Atlo, the deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, somewhat puzzled.
Artero pulled Yang Ming to a corner and whispered, "Hanton, shouldn't you be... um... shouldn't you be in a state of panic now?"
Yang Ming wondered, "Why am I so anxious?"
"No, now that so many people are doing their best to discredit you, and rumors are spreading everywhere that you want to change the imperial system, you don't even go online?"
"Heh," Yang Ming smiled and shook his head, "You already said it was a rumor, so why should I care about it."
"People's words are scary."
Atro said in a deep voice:
"Let's not talk about anything else. What would His Majesty think? What would the great nobles who truly control the lifeline of the empire think?
"Aren't they jealous of you deep down?
"You are a great hero that only appears once every 50,000 years in the Empire. You are the vanguard of the human race against the space Zerg. You are also the only ancient god warrior in history who surpasses any biological modification. Now your prestige and influence have surpassed the royal family. The royal family will never tolerate you continuing like this."
Yang Ming looked at Atero, carefully discerning Atero's kindness.
This guy really seems to consider himself a friend.
However, Yang Ming also understood Atlo. This guy was a realist at heart. Although he could not be said to be profit-driven, if the stakes given by others were high enough and he himself was safe, he would betray his friends without blinking an eye.
"Atro, what do you think I should do?"
Atro asked, "I heard that the military wanted you to go to Domingos to capture slaves, but you refused and scolded them?"
"Otherwise?" Yang Ming said sternly, " How tried to plunder slaves? There is only one kind of justice in the Milky Way, and that is to defend one's right to survive. There is also only one kind of injustice in the Milky Way, and that is to deprive others of their basic human rights."
"But the problem now is!"
Atro lowered his voice: "They are about to unite and impeach you!"
"I think that your wise Majesty and the Sherman family leaders behind your Majesty will not allow this situation to continue."
Yang Ming said seriously:
“If the nobles impeach me, it will only tear the empire apart, exposing the contradictions that have been suppressed within the empire for tens of thousands of years to the light of the stars. This is an extremely dangerous thing.
"If I have done anything wrong, I will resign voluntarily .
"I have done nothing wrong, but you still want me to discredit myself. I really can't do it."
"I came here today to talk to you about this, otherwise I wouldn't come to such a dangerous place," Artero lifted the corner of his shirt, put his hands on his waist, and paced back and forth in front of Yang Ming.
Yang Ming leaned leisurely on the deck and said gently, "Atro, don't worry, things are not that bad yet."
"Something's wrong, Hamton."
Atro frowned and looked at Yang Ming:
"Aren't you the best at creating hype online? Why did your technical team remain silent this time? Did they just let them slander you?"
Yang Ming: …
From now on, if anyone calls Atlo stupid, he will be the first to disagree!
“I haven’t made a move yet.”
Yang Ming calmly crossed his arms, reinforcing his body language of "confidence", and said with a smile:
"I'm waiting for the attitude of the royal family. If they put some pressure on me like the great nobles, then I will take my own way."
"Your own way?"
"Yes," Yang Ming shook his head. "I want to maintain this influence and give up the real power in my hands. I can realize this power at any time through various means as long as I want. But the prestige I have worked so hard to build up at the grassroots level of the empire will be gone if it is damaged. I cannot become the enemy of the people, nor can I become a real privileged class. I must maintain my basic image of fighting for justice and defending the people's right to survive."
Atro was speechless for a moment.
He looked at Yang Ming with complicated eyes: "This is an extremely dangerous idea. Do you know... do you know what my third uncle told me when I came here?"
"uh-huh?"
"My third uncle told me to keep a distance from you and not get too close to you, or you might become the enemy of the imperial regime! You must make a choice now: assimilate with the power center of the empire, or be excluded by them and stand against them."
Yang Ming restrained his smile and said seriously: "I am looking for a third way."
"Oh, there's unlikely to be a third way."
"Letting your third uncle and his people make changes is the third way."
"They have spent their entire lives to get to where they are now. They will not give up all their own interests, nor will they allow anyone to shake the status quo of the empire!"
“That’s probably the conflict between me and them.”
Yang Ming shook his head:
“I still say the same thing. You can tell them for me that after I deal with the Domingos terrorist organization, I will return to Saka to live in seclusion and quietly wait for my mission to come.
“If the Empire needs me, I can stand up.
“There is no need for me in the Empire, and even if something happens, I will try my best to keep silent.
"This is the biggest concession I can make for the sake of the overall situation."
Atlo pondered for a moment and sighed, "Okay, I'll pass the message on for you... Actually, there's no need to do this, Hanton. If you want to get to the center of power, you have to endure having your hands stained with blood and having ink and paint splashed on your body."
"That's not what I envision the empire to be."
"Ideals are just ideals. The human civilizations in the Milky Way are just competing to see who is worse."
“That’s them!”
Yang Ming said it with absolute certainty.
Atro couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead and sighed deeply:
“Why didn’t I see that you were so upright before… But, you have always had such a strong personality.
“It is true that the empire’s nobles are rotten, and the empire’s power institutions are also rotten, but this is after all related to all aspects of hundreds of billions of people.
"Okay, Hanton, let's not discuss this topic anymore, but I still want to remind you that they may take action in the near future."
He glanced around, lowered his voice, and whispered:
“Your Majesty is now somewhat regretting transferring you from Saka. If you can recuperate for a longer period of time, the resistance from the entire noble class will definitely be much smaller.
"This time, we have to strike while the iron is hot and cut the Gordian knot to wipe out the Domingos terrorist organization. We can arrest a group of terrorists and then we'll be done. You can go back and rest."
Yang Ming nodded with a smile and said leisurely: "Let our people cheer up. I want to take revenge on those guys who dropped human poison gas bombs in my territory."
"But, Hanton," Atro asked, "how are we going to locate them?"
"Don't worry, I haven't shared all the information I have with the Military Intelligence Bureau," Yang Ming whispered. "I asked Admiral Thomas to let our Military Intelligence Bureau get involved, just to help you gain military merit. After all, the Military Intelligence Bureau system is my only real political support."
Atlo smiled brightly: "I like this kind of thing, you can do it as you like."
"I will launch a solo attack later. You can act as a war correspondent for me. You don't have to worry about anything else."
"You mean, you want me to broadcast live to my uncle and his friends how you chopped down the terrorists?"
"You've become smarter, Atlo," Yang Ming praised sincerely.
Atro was stunned: "Is this your threat to them?"
"you guess."
Yang Ming blinked gently, and Artero was a little stunned for a moment.
"By the way, Atro, the one who ordered the Domingos massacre, the frontline commander of that fleet, is he really your third uncle?"
"Hmm," Atro said, "Although this is not an achievement worthy of praise, my third uncle did do such a great thing more than a hundred years ago. It was after this incident that he successfully entered the real core of the military."
Yang Ming nodded, looking thoughtful.
"Why are you asking this suddenly?"
"Just asking."
Yang Ming patted Atlo's shoulder and walked towards the bridge with his hands behind his back.
"You still have to put in some effort to show your skills. Follow me and I'll teach you how to do a live broadcast."
…
Half a galaxy later.
Several special warships from the Imperial Skywrath Fortress, with optical stealth activated, carrying a special forces member and more than 3,600 logistics supply crew members, arrived at the synchronous orbit of a giant gas planet.
For the sake of stealth, these special warships sacrificed a lot of firepower and energy units, which runs counter to the Empire's usual shipbuilding philosophy.
There is a terrorist base on one of the planet's satellites.
As the deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Atlo convened an online meeting and invited dozens of core generals of the empire to conduct a closed-door live broadcast of combat footage.
The first perspective of the live broadcast was the bridge of the battleship.
Atlo stood beside the big screen in the virtual conference room and introduced seriously:
"This is our intelligence support team. They are busy preparing for the early stages of the operation.
"According to the intelligence provided by the Ghost Grand Duke, we have successfully locked onto this place. When the operation begins later, we will use a variety of means to block communications in this airspace.
"What we can confirm now is that there is a huge terrorist base here, which is one of the three bases of the Freedom Chauvin Organization. The reason why chose to attack here first is because we have received clear intelligence that nearly half of the management of the Freedom Chauvin Organization are holding a meeting here for half a month.
"In addition to here, we will also conduct simultaneous operations in fifteen directions. When the battle begins here, the secret fleet we send out will directly destroy the enemy's fifteen bases."
Atro pressed the remote control in his hand, and a four-by-four grid split screen appeared on the big screen.
Fifteen small fleets consisting of three to five imperial special warships have arrived at various hidden starry skies.
Then, a close-up of fifteen ultra-high-yield shaped charge bombs appeared on the screen.
"Once the operation begins, we will drop fifteen shaped-energy bombs to directly destroy the bases of these terrorists."
Atro continued with a smile:
“And at the request of Grand Duke Ghost, we specifically left this most important enemy base to Grand Duke Ghost to deal with personally, which is also the main reason why we held this meeting.
“The Ghost Duke wants to use his actions to prove his absolute loyalty to the Empire.
"Of course, more importantly, we need more intelligence data. Only by invading the base, rather than directly bombing it, can we find this information and continue to expand our victory.
“There are a total of 19 terrorist organizations established by the Domingos, and half of them are within our strike range this time.
"I think today will definitely be a moment that pacifists will remember!"
The scene switched again to the bridge of Yang Ming's ship.
Just as Artero was about to continue his speech, a gray-haired Imperial lieutenant general interrupted him impatiently, frowning and asking, "Where is Lieutenant General Hanton now?"
"Oh, there he is!"
Atro pressed the remote control, and the empty ship's bottom cabin appeared on the virtual screen.
Yang Ming, wearing a light green imperial military uniform, stood quietly in front of the weapon rack, wrapping his hands with bandages to increase friction.
As if he sensed that many people were watching him, Yang Ming began his simple battle preparations.
Adjust the tightness of the laces of the military boots and stick some explosion-proof patches on the outside of the boots;
He took out a tactical belt, tightened his uniform, hung two special lightsaber hilts on each side, and slung a laser gun that was standard military equipment across his body;
After doing all this, Yang Ming walked to the long table at the side, looked at the gray-white exoskeleton armor on it, and gently stroked his palm across the armor, as if saying some kind of farewell.
Atro cleared his throat, "Hanton, we have arrived at the designated drop zone."
"Yeah," Yang Ming responded, took a deep breath slowly, lifted the helmet and put it on his head, then put on the flight backpack.
Then he walked to the side cabin door.
There was a tiny ship only three meters long parked there.
The overall shape of the ship is a rocket, and the exaggerated nozzle at the back reveals its powerful thrust-to-weight ratio.
What Yang Ming felt was a pity was that the Empire's special ships were not equipped with electromagnetic acceleration rails. Relying solely on the acceleration of the small boat itself and the current speed of the mothership, it would take more than twenty minutes to reach the surface of the target satellite.
This is definitely a garbage time.
However, even if the terrorists in this base discovered the invaders, they would have nowhere to escape.
Before Yang Ming met Atero, he had already circled here and scattered some tiny drones.
This base has been fully controlled by Lu.
What Yang Ming wants to do today is to show his brutal side.
——There’s no way. The visual impact of chopping insects is far less than that of chopping people.
This is the first step of the Challenger plan.
"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for massacring civilians, free chauvinists."
Yang Ming's voice was clearly heard in the conference room.
My third uncle, who was sitting in the middle seat, had an unnatural expression on his face.
The mothership's bottom hold is opened.
The assault boat slid down, and its tail fin emitted a deep blue flame, drawing an elegant arc in the silent space and rushing towards the reddish-brown celestial body in front.
