Old Minsk's abacus was crackling. He originally planned to agree to Lehman, but he had laid enough preparations for John over the years. As long as Lehman showed a little sign of "just" to oppose the next action to overthrow the Federation, Minsk was very confident that Lehman's eldest nephew would refuse to leave, and he would not blame him at that time.

But what Minsk didn't expect was that Lehman would go down after he came---Aren't you full of resentment towards the Federation now? Okay, let's go to the Federation!

John Reno suddenly felt good about Lehman, the uncle he had just met. At this time, Minsk had to stand up. He coughed softly and stood up to say that Lehman had formed an alliance with the son of Kha, and would launch a series of combat operations against the Federation together. John Reno, a large naughty boy, was so happy after hearing this.

Seeing Minsk stand up and pull his own platform, Lehman nodded, but immediately stated that his large fleet would be mainly responsible for intercepting possible reinforcements from the Federation in the universe, and Antiga's ground war will still be led by the son of Kha, etc. After that, he took the opportunity to say that John's grandparents were still waiting for his own place. Before the battle began, he hoped to take the children back to reunite with his grandparents.

Minsk looked at John who was excited and happy, and knew that if he wanted to join the league at this time, he could not do anything else. So he nodded and said that the first combat operation against Antiga would start 3 hours after standard time. Kerrigan will lead the team to conduct ground reconnaissance first, hoping that Lehman would cooperate and provide corresponding firepower support to Barabala.

So Lehman took his brother and nephew to bid farewell to Minsk who looked regretful, and Carrigan, who looked reluctant to leave John, took a shuttle of the son of Keha, and flew towards the Earl Zeppelin, the flagship of the first special-mix fleet that was changed to his flagship at this time.

Sitting in the small shuttle, Lehman was holding his face with his hands and looking at the starry sky outside thinking about what was going on. Suddenly, he heard a sigh in his ear. He turned his head and found that his nephew John was sighing. Considering the importance of the ideological development of his nephew's age and the kid who had been with Minsk before, Lehman felt that it was necessary to care for the child's ideological education issues.

As for the option of letting the child's biological father take on this responsibility, Lehman was directly spent. Just kidding, his brother is not that material. What else can he do except shouting freedom and justice...

After a few simple questions, John was naturally lamenting why his mother, father and himself suffered such a fate, why the Federation could do whatever he wanted, and said that it was because the Federation's fist was definitely big enough, which is why it was like this.

"The regime is out of the gun, and that's right," Lehman nodded, and then changed his mind, "But, the current situation of human society, the death of your mother, and the injustice that your family suffered, do you think it's really just because of the big fist of the federal fist?"

"What else?" John was simple-minded and didn't think so much. He was stunned by his uncle's questioning.

"The regime, or political system, itself is a machine created by the people to manage the progress of society. Nephew, society is the foundation of the government, and the people are the birthplace of the government. If you do not deeply understand the people of Kepru, defeating a federation will only give birth to a new government that is no different from the federation." Lehman slowed down and explained to John slowly.

In the cab where Lehman couldn't see it sideways, Matt Horner, a young man who had always been dissatisfied with society, pricked up his ears and began to eavesdrop.

"This is impossible. Acturus will become a new ruler. He will build a beautiful new world!" A few years of life that was influenced and brainwashed by Acturus made John jump out and start to refute others and defend Minsk.

"Don't worry, nephew, I don't doubt that Acturas wants to build a beautiful new world," Lehman waved his hand at John, affirming Minsk to stabilize John, and then continued, "But for him, it would be a very difficult road. After all, kid, revolution is not a treat to dinner, it is not something you can succeed if you want it to succeed. You have to understand a lot."

"What's the difficulty?" John continued to retort toughly. In the eyes of the child, this was indeed very simple. As long as Arturas ascended to the throne, he would definitely solve all problems. Whoever did not accept the service of the air gun was there, what else could not be done or what difficulties would be there?

"I know what you are thinking, John, but things are not that simple. The army wants to have weapons, raw materials, and technical workers. Who is in the hands of these things at present? Have you ever thought about it?"

"Akturas represents the just cause of all Tron's humanity. As long as we ascend to the top, how can we......"

"You occupied an arsenal and hope that the workers in the factory can produce weapons for you, but the workers in the factory have families and they need to eat themselves. What if someone threatens with food at this time? What do you think they will do?"

"Then we will distribute the food, and we will control the food and control the raw materials ourselves!"

"Very good, kid, you've realized the key to the problem, that is, raw materials, materials needed for production, resources necessary to maintain society, from food to steel, from media radio stations that control information flow to interstellar networks that transmit information, the key is who controls these things," Lehman said with a smooth plan on his face, "So, do you think, people like your father and mother, the vast majority of suffering people, have these things on their hands?"

"No…..." John said blankly as if he was struck by lightning.

"There are no production materials and no assets in your hands. Your parents, your grandparents are like this. They are not from their own homes. They run around for a meal every day, have no time to think, and have no time to receive education. One of the major reasons why your father joined the army is to get some money for our family. We are so numbly ruled by those who have resources. John, do you know what people like us should be called?"

"I...I don't know..."

"What is called?!" An urgent question came from the driver's seat. Lehman turned his head and found that the handsome driver was turning back and asking anxiously.

What a strange guy, Lehman muttered in his heart, but still answered:

“W class.”

"The W class..." Matt Horner muttered with bright eyes.

"Yes, but how to improve the education level of the people, how to improve the ideological level of the people, and directly make people give up their desires, and live according to their needs is very unrealistic. What we need is not the religious atonement theory. What we need is more education, great progress in social productivity, and many more. This is a very complex theory," Lehmann watched John gradually dissipate his fanaticism and began to emerge with another kind of light nodded with satisfaction, "I have a book that has conducted a very detailed analysis of human social problems. If you have time, you can read it and deepen your understanding of social contradictions and the future construction of mankind."

"I want to see it now!!!" Matt shouted from the driver's seat.

Why are you so fanatic? Who are you? Lehman complained in his heart, but nodded happily:

"I'm glad that comrades are so enthusiastic about the future of mankind. I'll send you a copy later; as for John, you'll go with your grandparents first, and then wait until I've cleaned up Antiga, let's talk about the future of the W class and the world."

John nodded. In the tranquility of fertility, the shuttle of the son of Keha arrived at the Earl Zeppelin. The moment the shuttle cabin door opened Lehman and stepped out, he frowned--the opposite model of the female mental who had just shouted out [Earl Zeppelin, obey the commander of the fleet], why no one taught her the rules, a short skirt, a black stocking, a white shirt, a small shirt and a small tie, what does this look like? Are you the core of a warship or are you here to seduce the commander?!

"Go back to work," Lehman waved his hand, "and, put your outfit in order to clean up. The officers of the Atonement Fleet have their own rules of clothing. If they change it later, my parents will take it and arrange them to my room."

After saying that, Lehman was about to leave, and a shout came from behind him:

"Please wait a moment, you promised to send me a book!!!"

"Oh, sorry, I almost forgot," Lehman looked back at the driver, and then greeted Zeppelin's mental model, "You brought the batch of books I just applied for in my room, and gave it to this gentleman with a black cover and a red one."

After saying that, Lehman nodded to Matt Horner, whom he didn't know at the time, and left, leaving Zeppelin's mental model with an awkward look on his face--Tirpitz, you little slut, isn't right? Why doesn't the commander like our world like you said? How can he beat the little bitch from several other factions now......

Matt Horner waited for his book with great anticipation.

Lehman knew nothing about these two episodes. He took his brother and nephew to his room, hoping to see his adoptive parents waiting inside happily. The door opened. Lehman looked in and was stunned:

My adoptive parents were indeed waiting inside with joy, but who could tell me the swelling of the Tex next to me who was looking very decent with a smile on his face and was lighting a cigarette and pouring alcohol for the old man?!

Also, Gulida, who was supposed to play games on Tirpitz, was lying on Carol's mother's thigh like a dog, and was furrowed... What's going on?!
Chapter completed!