Chapter 93
War is not as simple as winning or losing or killing the enemy. Every year, the insect swarms attack the borders of the outer planets where humans live.
If the federal army on the border is defeated, the people on dozens of planets inside will have to move away and give their homes to the Zerg so that they can reorganize and build a defense line deeper in the area.
After the Zerg occupy a planet, they will reproduce and develop more rapidly until they have devoured all living things on the entire planet, and then they will leave and attack the next planet.
As usual, Yang Jingyu added several areas where Zerg activity has intensified that were discovered this year.
The star maps of those places flashed red dots on Aiden's tablet, and more teams needed to be dispatched there, or they needed to be handed over to several legion commanders to handle personally.
"We're going to a symposium at the end of the year to arrange the Zerg defense for the next five years. Will we still arrange it the same as in previous years?"
The symposium is a meeting attended by all the top countries in the current star field. It is usually held every five years. The main topic is to discuss the distribution of the Zerg defense line.
Weak countries need military support from other empires, while powerful empires need local specialty products and can collect a considerable amount of military expenditure.
Existence is reasonable, and countries always need to depend on each other.
There was a joke in the military academy:
Thanks to the common enemy, the Zerg, there are fewer conflicts between people in the world - at least people are not swinging their swords at their own kind.
Of course, there is also a widely circulated second half of this joke:
To the invincible Etherland, I pledge my eternal loyalty.
This is also true. With the princes of Eselan on the front line, the insect tide can always be eliminated as quickly as possible, which greatly reduces the casualties of the army.
Powerful, beautiful, and graceful, Eselan is the jewel of the empire.
Even if only one of these pearls remains, it still hangs high above the empire, enveloping all its subjects within its mighty and powerful borders.
After Yang Jingyu finished his report, the reception room fell into a brief silence.
Aiden Esserland's eyes were half closed, his hands hanging vacantly on the armrest of the sofa.
This is a very familiar posture, representing that the Emperor of Eselan is in a brief moment of thought.
Normally, this means the emperor is in a good mood and in standby power saving mode.
Well, if this happened in Congress, the people below should just shut up and reflect on whether they are talking too much nonsense.
Since Aiden Eslan ascended the throne, the efficiency of the flow of affairs under his leadership has reached an astonishing level.
All documents submitted on the same day will be reviewed and issued within three days, with clear instructions on whether they are feasible or not.
When talking to this emperor, you never had to worry about whether you would lose your head, because whether you were beheaded or killed, it would be done on the spot, so there was no point in worrying about it.
In the workplace, he is an excellent leader and there is no need to guess his intentions; in state affairs, he is truly diligent.
He was just too diligent in his work. Not to mention the harem, he even announced that his family line would be extinct.
The sound of Yang Jingyu's report gradually faded away in the spacious reception room, leaving only the faint crackling sound of burning wood in the fireplace.
Aiden Eslan did not respond immediately. His long eyelashes covered his usually sharp eyes, leaving only a shadow, making his whole demeanor seem much gentler.
If he had been born into an ordinary family, Aiden Eslan would have been just old enough to start his own business and could have enjoyed a few more years of living under the protection of his parents.
Aiden Eselan was pushed by the situation to take over the supreme power from the suddenly deceased former emperor Ivo Eselan at an age when his peers had just graduated. Now he has been powerfully running the steel behemoth of the empire for twenty years, pushing the Eselan Empire into a new period of rule.
Yang Jingyu looked at the slight blue spot under the young emperor's eyes and felt a little distressed.
He muttered to himself:
I still have two weeks before leaving for the parliamentary symposium. What will happen even if I report this later?
His Majesty had just returned from the border, and even an interstellar jump would take a day and a night, yet he was hurriedly summoned to the palace in the evening to report on his work.
I even met the person at the gate of the palace.
His Majesty looks only a few years older than his grandson. What can be done if he is always overworked at such a young age?
His mind raced, and he couldn't stop worrying about Aiden Eslan.
The old guys in the House of Representatives are always wondering why His Majesty doesn't even have a love affair, but with so many things to deal with every day, who has time to talk?
Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something and speculated in his heart:
Speaking of this, I don’t know what happened to that previous incident.
Lao Zhang said that the empire has a successor. Is that true?
Yang Jingyu's mind was full of his own little thoughts. He didn't dare to look at Aiden Eslan's expression, for fear that His Majesty would see through his heart.
Just as he was daydreaming, Aiden Eslan suddenly waved his hand, his slender fingers gently waving in the air with a hint of impatience and fatigue.
Yang Jingyu was so frightened that his heart tightened, and he almost confessed all the 200 contribution points that the old men in their parliament had bet on the issue of "the empire having a successor".
He panicked, thinking Aiden had heard his thoughts and was going to throw him out.
Coming to his senses, he laughed and blamed himself for being ruined by the miraculous analysis of Eslan's mental power level uploaded on the Star Network.
It says that His Majesty's mental power is so powerful that he can catch his enemies off guard across thousands of light years; he can also directly see through other people's mental fluctuations...
Yang Jingyu secretly slandered in his heart, this is mental power, not superpowers.
Only the mental induction brought by blood ties can cross a distance of thousands of light years to create something similar to telepathy between the two parties.
The author of this analysis of level abilities probably didn't receive 12 years of compulsory education properly, so he missed a big point.
Yang Jingyu figured it out and thought that His Majesty's action probably meant "There is nothing else important, you can prepare to leave."
That distracted demeanor clearly said: If you have something else to say, talk about it. Don't just stand there. The parts that weren't objected to were tacit approval. The arrangements would remain the same as they were in previous years. He had to announce everything. Was this huge House of Representatives just for free?
This is very Etherland.
All the Eselans are like this. They prefer to go to the battlefield rather than be trapped in a pile of paperwork and listen to the gossip below.
Every Eselan is no exception.
Although Yang Jingyu understood it in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful:
Everything will probably remain the same as before, and His Majesty will not bring the child to the symposium.
A group of veteran officials in their house were still wondering whether the child could make it back and appear at the year-end symposium.
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