"Dogs don't eat." In a small communication room in the backup base of the Tikru Planet Government, Bob's loud shout made the eardrums buzzing.

A few minutes ago, Bob was discussing with his three generals how to deal with the possible massive attack of Jeff's forces. Guo Ling, who rushed in, brought the ultimatum sent by Jeff, who suddenly received.

The ultimatum requires that the government of the Tikru planet, together with the three defence force near-Earth combat armies stationed on the planet, must collectively declare allegiance to the new government headed by Jeff within 24 hours. Otherwise, taking the city of Tiko as an example, Jeff's space fleet will wipe out every city on the Tikru planet.

Bob, who has always been irritable and hates others to threaten him the most, became furious when he saw this ultimatum that he hardly took him seriously, and almost smashed the information receiver without punching him.

In this secret room, in addition to Bob and his personal adjutant Guo Ling, Haoyi was also fortunate to be invited by Bob to participate in this secret business. According to Bob's intention, after marrying Erin, Haoyi was considered a member of their Teutonic family. He was fully qualified to participate in secret meetings of this level. This explanation made Haoyi a little amused and cried, and he always felt that he was "sold". Due to the habit of the Teutonic family that the Teutonic family never allowed female relatives to participate in major events, Haoyi's newly married wife Irene was naturally "coaxed" back to the new house by Bob.

On the huge holographic three-dimensional wall on the communication room, half-body images of the top commanders of the three National Defense Forces Army Groups of Irving, Pwell and Dorton were displayed. Of course, the three generals also saw the ultimatum sent by Jeff, but looking at Bob who was furious like a furious hero, the generals and Guo Linghaoyi, both of them closed their mouths consciously and waited quietly for Bob to vent.

However, unexpectedly, this time, Bob did not continue to curse as usual, but miraculously gasped and slowly calmed down.

"General Irving, what do you think of Jeff's ultimatum?" Bob raised his beard and broad-faced, and asked General Irving, the commander of the Sixth Army Group in a deep voice. Because he didn't sleep all night last night, he personally inspected Tico City in the daytime with the threat of nuclear radiation aftermath. Bob's bull eyes were now covered with red blood.

"Sir, according to the opinions of the lower officials, Jeff's ultimatum is quite unspeakable. The lower officials speculate that the intention is to force us to negotiate with them. Although we are not clear about what Jeff's true intention is now, at least one thing is certain, that is, behind this seemingly aggressive ultimatum, Jeff seems to have left us with some room for improvement." Among the commanders of the three army groups, Dodon was just directly instructed to promote by the Planet government. Pwell and Irving are about the same age as Irving, but there is no behind Irving in the military. So Bob clicked Irving as soon as he spoke, just to hear the opinions of the veteran general.

"You mean, that guy who is inferior to the beast wants us to come to him and negotiate with him." Bob was obviously surprised by Irving's judgment, and asked coldly with his bull eyes narrowed.

"Xiaguan said that this is just my guess, Master Qiuzhang." Seeing that Bob's bad words, the experienced Irving quickly spread his hands and explained: "Of course, if Master Qiuzhang, you have a better way, Master Qiuzhang will naturally be happy to listen carefully."

"Pwell, Doton, you two will talk, too." Bob waved his hand and interrupted Irving's words, turned his head to ask the other two generals, "General Pwell, you talk first."

"The opinion of the subordinate is roughly the same as that of General Irving." Pwell first confirmed his position, then frowned and analyzed in a deep voice: "After seeing Jeff's ultimatum, the two battle cruisers that suddenly appeared last night's strange tactical intentions became obvious. There is no doubt that Jeff wanted to use this to tell us that as long as he wanted, he could instantly turn any city on the planet Tikru into ruins anytime and anywhere."

After a moment of pause, Pwell looked at Bob and the other two colleagues with a serious expression, sighed and said: "At present, in our poor small fleet, six battlecruisers as the main force have become a pile of space scrap iron, and they cannot play a slight role at all. The total number of anti-rail guns deployed around the world is no more than fifty, and many of them are almost difficult to effectively protect the nearby cities due to the launch angle. Under the premise that Jeff's power has one or two hundred battlecruisers, in the predictable war, we have no strategic initiative at all, and can only passively..."

"Stop, stop." Pwell's long speech made Bob, who was irritated, feels a little overwhelmed. The captain of the planet Tikru, waved his hand impatiently to interrupt Pwell's so-called analysis and said, "Old Pu, just talk about what we should do now."

"There are only two suggestions from the officials." Pwell pondered for a moment and said briefly: "First, according to General Irving's opinion, we will immediately send someone to contact Jeff to convey our "wish" that we are willing to negotiate with, so as to delay time as much as possible. Second, we send secret envoys to seek help from other forces near the stars. As long as we can find any party that is enough to fight against the space fleet in Jeff's hands to support us, then our three near-Earth combat armies will have enough confidence to defend the land of the planet Tikru. Only after we firmly defend the planet Tikru, can we have the opportunity and time to accumulate strength, build our own space fleet, and achieve the goal of ultimately eliminating Jeff's rebellious forces."

"Other star zone forces." Bob was stunned at first when he heard Pwell's seemingly novel proposal, then shook his head and denied it: "Old Pu, your second suggestion is a bit whimsical. If my brother is here, with his experience and prestige accumulated over the years of hard work, he might also be able to bring in a few forces that had been in contact with us and send a fleet to help us fight against Jeff.

But now my brother has passed away, and I have never participated in diplomatic affairs for many years. In such a short time, it is almost impossible to gain the trust and help of other star zone forces. And there is another point that at the moment of a great melee in the colonial star zone, the forces in other star zones are either trying their best to consolidate their own power or are busy preparing to deal with the federal anti-rebellion expeditionary force. No one has the extra energy to care about the "family affairs" of our star zone. Even if there are, they may be some forces that have attempts to fight against our star zone. These forces will definitely hope that we will fight with Jeff and both sides will be injured. At that time, they will be able to reap the benefits of the fisherman and annex our Saint-Proli Star Zone in one fell swoop."

"Uh, this is not what the hell did." Hearing Bob's subsequent analysis, Prewell was frightened and sweated in a cold sweat, and hurriedly said: "It's still the wise man of the ball."

"Okay, stop flattering." Bob scolded a little unhappy, and then continued to ask Dodon, "General Dodon, do you have any good suggestions."

"Master Ball, the lower lord is not as thorough as the two veterans Irving." Dodon listened for a long time, probably unable to come up with any good idea. He frowned and shook his head and said, "I only know one thing, that is, we cannot show weakness in front of Jeff's ultimatum, otherwise, Jeff will be more aggressive and make more demanding demands. In that case, we may all become Jeff's dead souls under the knife in the end."

"It's useless to say it." Listening to Dodon's rather empty words, Bob waved his hand and muttered.

"Master Ball Master, the official suggested that the troops should be ordered to gather as soon as possible and enter pre-constructed positions in various places, and be ready to fight the enemy's landing troops at any time." Old Owen jerked at this time and said seriously: "Whether it is decided to negotiate with Jeff, we cannot expect Jeff to let us, the old guys who hold heavy troops easily. Even if Jeff is preparing to turn all the cities on the planet Tikru into ruins, we must be prepared to fight to the death. Even for our new Saint-Proli Republic, for Prime Minister Lord Bethlem, for those innocent civilians who died unjustly under Jeff's guns, as soldiers of the Republic, bloody battles are our duty."

"Hey, hey, brothers, is the matter as serious as you imagined?" Listening to Old Owen's rather "tragic" words, Haoyi finally couldn't help but speak out. Originally, it was good that Bob could be invited to attend a secret meeting of this level by Bob. Bob didn't expect this niece-in-law like a boy to make any useful suggestions, but he had a vague idea of ​​letting Haoyi replace his old father-in-law to "respond to the political affairs."

"You little brat, isn't the matter serious enough? People have hit our nest. What do you think? The cat is waiting to die here." Sure enough, Bob turned around and stared at the bull's eyes and scolded Haoyi.

"No, listen to me first." Haoyi was a little anxious for Bob and said with a chorus: "I'll listen to your words. Didn't that Jeff just rely on the several broken battleships in his hand? Let's get all those battleships, and everything will be solved."

"Young man, you're talking lightly. That's nearly two hundred large battlecruisers. How to do it? This is not a house." Haoyi's tone was quite shocked, which made Owen and others stunned at first, and then Old Owen asked with a smile. Obviously, this old guy regarded Haoyi's suggestion as a joke of a young man who "unknown the world". After a word came to the ground, even Bob and others laughed.

"I said, brothers, can you be serious? I'm talking about serious business." Haoyi suddenly complained with a black head, and then he talked about his plan seriously: "Don't there be any remote control modules in those warships? Let's steal the control password, so that the warships under Jeff's men can be put together? Of course, first of all, we must send people to the Space Fleet headquarters. I've thought about it. You guys are responsible for pretending to negotiate with Jeff and delaying time. Then, let the six battleships in our hands send messages to the space fleet, lying that the battlefield uprising is going to return to organization, so that our people can successfully enter the fleet headquarters. Next, it's about how to steal passwords and launch devices. Although it's a bit difficult, I think it's much more useful than brothers and others here. Do you think it's not."
Chapter completed!