Chapter 616: Sun and Snow
While Tilan was negotiating with the singers in the southern star region and constantly contacting the regional star region power figures, the war in the central star region was also constantly evolving.
Although it was a civil war, this war was not as life-and-death as it was four hundred years ago. It was more of a fight between the upper echelons of the Federation, and had little to do with ordinary people. Both sides were fighting over the control of the star port in the star region, and the actual control of the ground was not carried out.
The advantage of this is that it avoids many conflicts and the consumption of manpower, allowing the joint fleet of the western star region to advance directly. The disadvantage is that once the fleet that goes deep is defeated, they have almost no way to return, because these star regions that are not deeply controlled can be easily recovered by the patrol fleet of the Federation.
"We have limited time!"
On the Titan flagship of the joint fleet, Odo, who was the commander of the entire army, gave a speech to the nearly 100,000 officers and soldiers in front of him. He clenched his fist, his movements were sonorous and powerful, and the loud voice hit the hearts of everyone present.
"An incomplete victory is a failure. The Western Star Region has only this one chance. Defeat the Sixth Main Fleet, march to the Twin Trees Star Region, force the Federation to admit defeat, dissolve the Central Council, completely re-select members of the Council, and completely change the structure of the Federation!"
"This is the only way out. Give up any illusions of compromise. It is necessary to make the enemy extremely painful, so that they will restrain their greed and arrogance that they should not have."
"You are the pride of the Western Star Region, the spark of the reform of the Federation, and the loyal followers of Her Highness Blanche. Now, tell me! Are you willing to fight to death for this great mission?"
"Blood and glory!"
The response sounded like waves echoing in the Titan flagship, resounding through the starry sea.
After a long time, the ships carrying officers and soldiers returned to their respective starships, and the fleet of the Western Star Region also rested and left the star port again.
They have received news that the Sixth Main Fleet of the Federation has assembled, and at this moment it is setting up in the Anlin Star Region ahead.
The flagship hall, which can accommodate nearly 100,000 people, was now dark and empty. The only light source in the dark hall was the huge glass on both sides, which was hundreds of meters high. Standing next to the French windows that looked like a giant's palace, one after another warships were leaving the star port. Their jets of blue tails were like stars rising and then disappearing in the distance.
Although the decisive battle had not really begun, the people present knew that many people would never come back in their lifetime.
As a soldier, dying in the sea of stars is indeed a kind of romance, especially in this gradually corrupt country, devoting oneself to one's ideals has a kind of martyrdom-like spiritual satisfaction.
Although many wrong paths have been taken and life and years have been wasted, it seems worth it if one dies on this road in the end.
Such an idea is incomprehensible to those who are accustomed to the life of feasting and revelry, but for the people in the Western Star Region who have been suffering from poverty, envy and inferiority for most of their lives, this is an extremely proud and satisfying road.
Yes, they won't get it in the end, and they will most likely die tragically in the flames of war, but those who have been bullying us will not have an easy time either. It is better to perish together than to keep losing.
I would rather die than spread my anger.
The rebellion in the Western Star Region was not the evil of a certain official, nor was it the charm of Blanche herself, but the system contradictions and resentments accumulated by the Federation over hundreds of years.
The seeds have been planted long ago, and now they are just ignited.
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Under the quiet huge glass curtain wall, a figure sat there alone. Compared with the hundreds of meters high transparent curtain wall, the chair she sat on was like a speck of dust on the seabed. When the camera was zoomed out, it would even be ignored and invisible.
The starry sea is so vast, but humans are so small.
Time flows slowly in silence. In this space, you can't hear the outside sounds. You can only see the endless warships sailing into the distance. Each warship carries the future of thousands of families, but at this moment they are going to the final battlefield.
Curled up under the high throne, Blanche hugged her knees, staring at the warships flying outside without moving, her eyes like a frozen picture, with only the light spots left by the trail on the glass.
I don't know how much time has passed, maybe it's already late at night, a woman in a court uniform slowly walked from the side of the curtain wall, she stopped beside Blanche, bent over and asked.
"Your Highness, it's time to rest."
"Well..." The long gaze finally closed slowly, and then leaned on the armrest and lay down.
Seeing this, the female officer lovingly picked up Blanche carefully, and then returned step by step.
Ten days later, the joint fleet of the Western Star Region and the Sixth Fleet came into contact, and the two sides had a preliminary battle. The Sixth Fleet had an advantage in equipment and weapons and defeated the vanguard of the Western Star Region, but did not pursue, and then retreated to the Anlin Star Region where it was entrenched.
"The other side wants us to have a decisive battle in the Anlin Star Region." Several marshals gathered in the General Staff Command Hall of the Western Star Region Fleet to discuss.
"Logically, the weaker party should seek a decisive battle to determine the outcome, while the stronger party should take the initiative and choose the battlefield and timing at any time."
"From the perspective of fleets and equipment, the Sixth Fleet undoubtedly has the advantage. The longer it drags on, the more advantageous it will be for them." A general was puzzled, thinking that this might be a trap.
"It's not that complicated." The old man, who was a marshal, shook his head.
"You only saw what happened on the battlefield, but war is often a continuation of politics."
"From an overall perspective, the longer it drags on, the more passive we will be, because no matter the logistical pressure, fleet replenishment, rear stability, industrial shipbuilding capabilities, etc., we are not as good as the other side." "
But our opponent has never been the entire federation, but only the part of people who currently control the parliament. Because of the destruction of the Fifth Fleet, their position has been greatly shaken, and opposition voices from all sides are surging. Local star regions have also begun to choose to wait and see. At this time, if they continue to drag on, the prestige of the Central Parliament will be destroyed, and they will not be far from stepping down."
"So, they will definitely urge the Sixth Fleet to fight a decisive battle, resolve the civil war as soon as possible, and restore order."
"Only in an era of perfect order can these politicians' tricks work. If it is an era of chaos, who will care about the life and death of those parasites in the Central Parliament? They will no longer have the power to call the shots."
"Similarly, we actually have no choice. As I said before, if it drags on for too long, it will be difficult for us to maintain supplies. At the same time, the Federation will enter a wartime economy and the military-industrial behemoth will start to move. At that time, we will no longer have the capital to negotiate conditions."
"At that time, what we will face is not these greedy politicians who play tricks, but the military-industrial behemoths that are truly locked up. These forces have been suppressed in the past because of the need for stability maintenance by the top federal officials. Look at how many members of parliament supported by the military can enter the highest seats. Basically, they are excluded because this force was too strong during the civil war. As soon as the civil war ended, Aimuralin ordered the dismemberment of various giant military-industrial enterprises and dispersed the gathered military-industrial enterprises to various star fields, which eliminated the overly powerful military group."
"Since that's the case, we have no choice. This decisive battle is inevitable."
"All ships set sail. Target: Anlin Star Region."
"Yes!"
In the deepest and safest room in the Titan flagship, Blanche woke up from her sleep. She opened her pale golden eyes, sat up and asked the maid beside her.
"What time is it now? Where is the fleet?"
"Your Highness, the fleet is currently heading for Anlin Star Region and will arrive in about three days." The Dawn Maids who were guarding the side answered. These maids were wearing light armor. The tight white armor protected the upper body, the lower body was a skirt armor, and the half-length cloak covered the back of the shoulders and the front of the body. Such clothing took into account both defense and etiquette needs. They often accompanied Blanche and were the last barrier to protect the singer.
"Anlin Star Region..." Blanche silently recited this relatively unfamiliar name. The Federation is very large. Among the hundreds of star regions, she has not been to many, and this name has only been seen in books.
"It is said that it is a beautiful place with beautiful scenery and white birds flying." She recalled what she had learned in the past.
After that, she sat up and suddenly saw a few golden patterns on her wrist. The golden vines that resembled sprouts were wrapped around her wrists and extended to her arms, with small branches and leaves on them.
"Etched marks..." Blanche muttered, then stopped looking and turned to leave the room.
Etched marks, special patterns will appear on the body of the singer who has the Sun Crown. The appearance of these patterns is often related to people's impression of the singer. Blanche's former title was "Golden Sun Grass", and now her title is "Ten-pointed Sun", so the appearance of the marks will be related to grass leaves and the sun, so it presents a golden and gorgeous grass leaf.
Such a mark is a manifestation of power, which will greatly increase the singer's ability to use related abilities, but it is also a curse and reminder.
The path of the singer and the path of the dark sun are actually similar, but the singer is more flexible and selectively gathers the wishes and spiritual resonance of many lives. The advantage of this is that the singer only needs to bear a huge mental impact when the Sun Crown is raised, and can still maintain herself like an ordinary person at other times.
But if the singer gathers more and more resonance and raises the crown of the sun, the etched marks on her body will become more and more gorgeous, which means that she is getting closer to the dark sun. However, the singer is not the dark sun after all. This kind of spiritual resonance without filtering and purification will bring a shock that even the dark sun cannot bear. Therefore, every time the crown of the sun is raised, the backlash and shock it faces next time will be stronger, until one day the singer can't bear it, the whole person collapses, and the soul consciousness is torn apart.
The reason why the color-level singers have completely different talents is that their souls are similar to the original and can withstand the invisible impact of this soul consciousness. Otherwise, just a few "suns" cannot illuminate the darkness of the galaxy.
The time for the decisive battle is getting closer and closer, and there is also a fierce debate in the central parliament.
"I oppose letting Orles go to the front line." An elf councilor stood up and spoke. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and there was a crescent pendant on his slender ears.
"At present, Orles has not reached the stage of the sun-level singer. Forcing her to perform the ceremony is to gamble with her life." He frowned and gave the reason.
"Member Deison, your objection is invalid. Now countless children from federal families are gathered in the Anlin star field, waiting for Orles to come. We need to win, the federation needs to maintain unity, and those children need to survive, so we must raise our sun crown like the Western Star Region!" Another member of the meeting scolded.
"Yes, Miss Orles is a big risk, but who is not fighting at great risk now? Don't you want to go now? Do you have to wait until the enemy fleet arrives in the central star field and points the main guns at you before you know how to fight for your life?"
"I don't want to murder Miss Orles, but I want to tell you that this is a war! A life-and-death war! Those losers four hundred years ago, they are here for revenge!"
The roar of this member of the meeting made the meeting noisy and chaotic. Countless people echoed, argued, opposed, and loudly emphasized their ideas. When the contradictions intensified to a certain extent, the vested interest groups that had originally clung to each other also began to attack each other.
All the factions in the Central Star Region hope that Orles can resist Blanche. After all, they have spent so much energy and resources to build momentum for her in the past six months. Why? Isn't it just to fight against the Sun-level singer? Now it's the most critical moment of the decisive battle. The elves don't want Orles to go up. This is simply a betrayal in the eyes of other forces in the Central Star Region.
But in the eyes of the elves, the situation is completely different. As long as Orles is alive, she has a high probability of being promoted to the Sun-level singer. At that time, the entire elf faction will benefit and gain a lot of say. But now, if Orles is allowed to go to the front line, it is almost like letting her die and destroying the hopes of the elf families. Of course, they don't want to. Whether
Orles will die or not, the other forces in the Central Star Region don't care, as long as they can resist the joint fleet led by Blanche. Even if Orles dies, as long as she can lead the Sixth Fleet to lose most of the warships in the Western Star Region, the battle will be won.
The weak Western Star Region Fleet could not go deeper, and as time went on, the Central Star Region had the industrial potential to restore the Fifth and Sixth Fleets and recapture the entire Western Star Region.
In other words, for these people, Blanche and Orles died together in the decisive battle, which was the best result. This would not only eliminate the rebellion in the Western Star Region, but also prevent powerful singers from controlling the parliament in the future. They could still enjoy their current power and status.
The fierce quarrels within the Central Parliament spread from the inside to the outside. The media and platforms that had been constantly building momentum for Orles began to make all kinds of weird remarks at this moment, satirizing some singers for being afraid of death, the elves for being mean and disloyal, and so on.
Seeing the situation gradually getting out of control, the pressure of various public opinions began to besiege the elf faction group. Under the attack of many speeches, Orles finally couldn't help but stand up and announced at the press conference that she would go to the Anlin star field to live and die with the soldiers and officers on the front line.
As soon as this news came out, the previous sarcastic remarks immediately disappeared. The entire central star field played glorious and magnificent poems, proclaiming the nobility and bravery of this silver-haired ice elf singer. At the same time, those "singing festivals" wearing white and ice blue uniforms also took to the streets and began to sing the elegy of the ice elf girl.
"The scorching sun and white snow, wind and clouds meet in the sky"
"The ice crystals in the sky fall from here..."
(End of this chapter)
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