"If the New Federation can withstand the pressure from the Empire, that's fine, but if the New Federation Main Battle Fleet fails, their territory will be gradually eaten away by the Empire, one-third of it. Note, it's eaten, not annexed, the Empire will launch plundering wars."

"Hundreds of billions of people will directly become refugees and victims, with casualties beyond count."

Emilia remained silent.

Suddenly she said:"But brother, this has nothing to do with us."

"Yang Ming initiated this war to divert the Empire's attention. How does that have nothing to do with us?"

"Even though we sympathize with the people of the New Federation, what we need to care about more is our own people," Emilia said, "Isn't this what they deserve? This assassination incident was merely the final straw that broke the camel's back."

Edwan took a sip of the now cold tea:"I do sympathize with them, I just feel...we actually have other means, there's no need to drag half of the Galaxy into war. The lives lost directly or indirectly due to war will surely be incalculable."

"But brother," Emilia said, "We must also consider the feelings of the bounty hunters."

"Bounty hunters?"

"It's Yang," Emilia said earnestly, "I know you're righteous, brother, but righteousness has no positive effect in interstellar politics. His diversion this time was extremely successful. What shocked me most were those liquid robots that appeared and disappeared like ghosts. Most of them escaped. What level of technology does it take to produce such things!"

"Alright, let's not discuss this now," Edwan said gently, "You should focus on your studies, well, go study."

"Brother, are you okay?"

Emilia asked softly.

Edwan shrugged:"I just feel, to protect Wind, what Yang did...was somewhat extreme. But I am definitely grateful to him, deeply grateful and sincerely believe that his strategy is the best solution at present."

"Alright, stay spirited!"

Emilia made a cheering gesture:

"Taking advantage of the Empire's expedition, we must speed up absorbing those small countries between us and the Nonar United Kingdom into our alliance, then we can formally dismantle this enemy."

"Only by doing this can we make them pay a price and avoid subsequent retaliatory wars."

"Actually, brother, often righteousness needs to be implemented from another perspective, blind righteousness is actually indecision."

"Like this United Kingdom, we've never provoked them before, and now their politicians and army have listed us as archenemies."

"But as long as we actually occupy them, avoid endless wars, and treat their civilians gently, strive to improve their local living standards, wouldn't that be practicing righteousness?"

Edwan laughed:"You're lecturing me now, war is too cruel, Emilia."

"I'm not whitewashing acts of war, but we're defending ourselves," Emilia lifted her head slightly, "We're expanding the alliance, not territories. I understand this principle, letting the alliance benefit mutually, develop together, and confront the encirclement by Galaxy, is the core guideline of our plan!"

Edwan shook his head:"Alright, worry less about these things, spend more time researching those small countries when you have time."

Emilia clicked her tongue.

Her brother, after all, is somewhat conservative.

"But this is still better than those greedy schemers."

She said softly, walking lightly to her large wardrobe.

The most troublesome thing now is that she doesn't know where the bounty hunter's aesthetic point is.

...

A gray military cap was placed in front of Yang Ming, its wide brim reflecting the bright light of the ship's corridor.

He raised his hand to touch lightly, and a series of images seemed to appear before his eyes.

Fleet battles raging in space, constantly flickering scorching spheres of light, energy beams surging like interstellar rivers;

Victorious ships begin to invade beautiful planets, where the thin defensive systems keep firing but are suppressed by stronger firepower.

The stereo cities echo with ear-piercing alarms;

Panic-stricken crowds strive to reach the nearest shelters;

Ships in the air continuously turn into fireballs, slamming diagonally to the ground, buildings breaking into debris in the aftermath of the explosions, mixed with countless human blood.

This is the war of space civilizations.

"Hanton...Hanton?"

"Hmm? What's wrong, Vice Admiral?"

"Is something uncomfortable?" Admiral Thomas in full dress asked with concern.

Yang Ming smiled softly and said slowly:"A bit unaccustomed, nothing else."

"Remember, for the press conference and the following military meeting, you're in the main seat. Don't worry, everyone understands the significance of your presence here, and the comprehensive considerations of the royal family, there won't be any actions against you."

"Alright," Yang Ming nodded, "Just in time to learn about battleship command techniques from you."

"Come on, they're waiting for us," Admiral Thomas voluntarily stepped back half a step and smiled, "The main commander goes first."

Yang Ming:...

This is also an old fox.

Yang Ming took the wide-brimmed hat, slowly putting it on correctly, while the two soldiers in front had already pushed open the alloy door.

He stepped forward, with spotlights and floating spheres simultaneously surging in, reporters and officers clapped, thunderous applause echoed everywhere.

......

PS: Recommend Black Mountain Old Ghost's new book "End of Mystery", I think it's the best eerie novel he's written, surpassing (or equaling) Red Moon. Outside the brackets is a friendly promotion, and inside the brackets is my reading evaluation.

No idea what he's thinking, thinking this space opera of mine has a lot of readers.

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