On the planet of Myersa, the headquarters of a near-terrestrial combat army group of the National Defense Forces, the private general of the Supreme Commander General Yuri, is located in the mansion of the luxury house. The bright neon lights reflect the entire mansion very brightly.

In that luxurious living room, Old Yuri, wearing a light pajamas, was lying comfortably on the sofa, holding a high-legged wine glass, squinting his pair of lustful old eyes and admiring, a graceful young woman dancing on the wool carpet in the center of the living room, was his personal personal female adjutant, and of course, he was undoubtedly one of Yuri's extremely pampered little lovers.

"Bang." Just as the two were enjoying their comfortable time, a clear sound came, and all the lighting systems of the entire mansion suddenly went out of power, and the huge living room suddenly fell into endless darkness.

"Crazy." Before Old Yurui could get up from the sofa, he heard a few crisp sounds from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the balcony of the living room, followed by a few tall figures and rushed in.

"Who?" Amid the sharp screams of the female adjutant, Yuri stood up calmly and stood in the living room, frowned and rushed loudly. The tall figures that suddenly flashed near him shouted angrily.

"The person who sent you on the way." A series of clanging footsteps came, and two pairs of steel arms, obviously wrapped in thick armor, suddenly stretched out from both sides of Yuri's armpits, savagely clamping his body. Then, an assault rifle with a sound silence device immediately pressed on Yuri's gray head. Before Yuri could even ask the second sentence, a cold voice accompanied by the dull sound of the assault rifle echoed in this luxurious and huge living room. A warm scarlet blood and the red and white squirted out suddenly. Yuri's originally high head immediately hung down weakly...

That night was destined to be a nightmare for the New Government's National Defense Forces. All the top leaders of the twelve near-enemy combat armies, including stationed on the other planets, were assassinated by unidentified armed personnel at almost the same time. From the highest commanders of each army group, to the commanders of the main combat divisions, and even the commanders of each main force group, they all fell under cold guns and hidden arrows.

In addition to the two highest commanders of the army group stationed near the capital of the planet Tikru, because they were temporarily summoned by Bortlem's younger brother Bob Teutonic to hold a secret military meeting, the remaining dozen generals and lieutenant general commanders of the ten near-Earth combat army group died at their own station or home without exception. Of course, General Ke Polo, the commander of the only space fleet under the new government, was lucky enough to escape the disaster because he happened to hide on his flagship.

According to incomplete statistics afterwards, on that bloody night, the National Defense Forces under the new government had ten generals, five lieutenant generals, thirty major generals and two or three hundred school-level officers, who fell into a pool of blood. For a moment, almost the entire National Defense Forces command system fell into a state of complete paralysis.

And this night happened to be the night when Hao Yi and others were captured and imprisoned in the underground secret prison of the Prime Minister's Office for interrogation.

"I haven't contacted General Wang yet." In the temporary command post of the Prime Minister's Office, Bethlem was anxiously paced back and forth in front of the holographic three-dimensional podium. The originally serious old face was now gloomy and terrifying.

"Not yet, Prime Minister." A colonel adjutant stood beside him with cold sweat, and carefully reported: "Half an hour ago, we lost contact with General Wang's guards. We have sent three special forces to search along the route of General Wang's return."

"Did you find out who did it?"

"Uh, not yet. Now the command centers of various army groups are almost in chaos, and even a decent person in charge can't be found." The colonel adjutant sighed and said helplessly.

"Bastard." Bethlem suddenly stood in front of the command table, and arose anger that the officers who were busy in the command post turned around in surprise and looked at him in surprise. "Dong." Bethlem, who had always been gentle, was obviously angry. The thin veteran hit the cold console with a punch and scolded with gritted teeth: "What do I want you guys to do? You are full of intestines and fat on weekdays. When the critical moment comes, they can only stare at them. I really should let the military police pull you out and shoot you."

"His Excellency Prime Minister, Captain Bob requests to have a video call with you." Just as Bethlem was furious, a major officer in charge of communication suddenly stood up and interrupted. Bob was the half-brother of Bethlem and an old fox who had been considered for a long time. After Bethlem launched a "peaceful coup", Bob was appointed as Captain Tikru by Bethlem and fully controlled all the military and political power of the second largest permanent star in the St. Proli region.

"Come in." Bertleme slowly calmed down, and waved his hand with his old face.

"Old...Prime Minister." A blue light flashed across the huge holographic console. The three-dimensional holographic terrain of the planet Meersa suddenly disappeared. Instead, it was a holographic image of a middle-aged man wearing a uniform without a military rank, beard and broad-faced man. He was Bob Teutonic and Bertleme's half-brother.

Bob also served in the main force of the federal army. He fought all the way from a big head soldier in the Marine Force and became the leader of the main force. During his tenure, he led his troops to fight bloody battles with the pirate robbers group that were roaming between the planets. Bob, who crawled out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, was quite different from Bethlem. He was generous and domineering, and often gave people a feeling of being arrogant without anger. Most senior officers in the National Defense Forces have said privately that he would rather offend Bethlem than offend this thunderous and fierce killer god.

Bob originally wanted to call Bethlem "Old Guy", which was the usual name they both privately called, but he suddenly saw the colonel adjutant beside Bethlem and the other officers in the command post, so the remaining two words turned into "Prime Minister". His broad beard and face turned slightly red.

"You go out first, no one is allowed to come in without my instructions." Seeing Bob's expression of wanting to speak, Bethlem's heart moved and ordered the colonel and other officers with a calm face.

"How is your situation there?" After the officers in the command post came out one after another, Bethlem asked anxiously without waiting for Bob to speak.

"Old guy, you're also anxious." Bob rarely saw his brother who had always been calm and stable, and he teased with teasing. Seeing that Bertlem's face was not good, he quickly coughed twice and said seriously: "I'm not bad here. Among the three army groups, except for some school-level officers of the front-line main force and the commander of the 10th army group, the command system of the other two army groups did not suffer much."

"So, at least those two army groups can be guaranteed to be dispatched at any time." Burtleme asked with a frown in his words.

"Yes." Bob thought for a moment and answered: "I can also ensure that at least half of the 10th Army Group can be waited for dispatch at any time. I have ordered these three Army Groups to enter the red combat readiness state. All the troops that can be used have completed assembly nearby and can board the warships and reinforce Myersa at any time."

"No." Hearing Bob's words, Bethlem suddenly interrupted in a deep voice: "Let your troops immediately block all the star ports entering and leaving the planet Tikru. In addition to capturing those mysterious killers, all the main forces are ready to deal with foreign invasions."

"Old guy, are you confused?" Bob said in surprise when he heard this: "Now your five near-Earth combat army group command systems of Myersa have collapsed, and there may be a disaster of collapse at any time. Do you just watch Jeff's men rushed to your Prime Minister's Office to tear you apart?"

Hearing Bob's questioning, Bertlem just shook his head lightly, sighed, and said: "It may be too early to conclude that all this was done by Jeff. The news I received was that Jeff's two field army commands were also raided by unidentified armed personnel, including Karu and Chelsea, and two lieutenant generals and a group of senior commanders, were also not spared."

"Then what you mean." Bob's beard and big face almost wrinkled into a ball.

"I have lost contact with the veteran General Wang Guangping. Jeff's adjutant came to news that Jeff's whereabouts were unknown." Bertlem took his hands and paced back and forth in front of the podium, muttering: "What I worry about is that if all this was not what Jeff did, it may very likely mean that there are foreign forces to attack us, and that they can have such power and at the same time attack the command system of all the new army group groups, the only thing that can attack the Federal Military Department. Just imagine, if a federal expeditionary fleet silently enters my St. Proli star domain at this time, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Old guy, you are still talking for that bastard boy." Bob was stunned, then jumped up and cursed in anger: "I know that that boy must have given you some ecstasy soup, making you confused and bury into the trap he set step by step, waiting for you to put your neck on his chopping board. Why haven't you understood it yet? No matter how capable the Federal Army has, it is impossible to assassinate almost all senior national defense generals so smoothly. The only thing that can make a difference is this little beast you raised with one hand. I should have long since..."

"Stop." Bob, who was blushing, was cursing happily, but Bethlem suddenly interrupted with a stern face.

"I know you are for my own good, Bob." Seeing that the half-brother's face froze by his own drink, Bertlem felt a little apologized, and his tone softened, explaining: "However, before the matter was fully understood, I don't want to provoke a civil war in a daze. Jeff's wings were hard, but I can't think of any reason he had to make him betray me and the entire new government. I just happened to have a military command sent to sneak into the special operations team of Myersa. Maybe from them, I could figure out whether all this was done by the military command."

"Or, let's do it first." After pausing, seeing Bob's beard and big face still bulging, Bertlem pondered for a moment: "You make all the active troops of the 10th Army Group ready to support Meersa, and the other two Army Groups must ensure that they can at least defend Tikru."

Speaking of this, Bethlem showed a faint worry between his eyebrows and said with a loss of regret: "Maybe your Tikru will be the last position of our new government."
Chapter completed!