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Chapter 195: 111 Determined to Fight [Requesting Votes and Subscriptions]

The old Emperor’s mood seemed very bad.

After seeing Yang Ming, he forced himself to chat with Yang Ming for a while, then asked about the current situation of the Fifth Administrative Star and the battle between the Fourth Fleet and the Sixth Fleet.

Yang Ming did not forget the persona he had established; he was ‘protecting Edwan’ at the time, so he could only vaguely describe a few things.

The old Emperor changed the topic, asking softly, “Viscount Yang Ming, you are now serving under Gudun Mah, how would you evaluate this Chief of Staff?”

“Well, I’ve only had a few interactions with him,” Yang Ming said. “Overall, Gudun Mah is not a very competent general, but he commands a lot of respect in the military. He has been cultivating his allies and network for years and is relatively loyal to the royal family compared to other generals.”

“Not bad. Hmm, I did not expect him to rush to suppress the rebellion so promptly.”

The old Emperor’s loose robe trembled slightly as he left his seat, hands clasped behind his back, and walked slowly through his palace.

Yang Ming followed with hands clasped, his military boots leaving one footprint after another on the somewhat slippery floor.

“What do you think,” the old Emperor asked again, “is the thing Gudun Mah wants most? Power? Fame? Women? Hmm? Or men?”

“Well…”

Yang Ming really couldn’t answer.

He couldn’t very well say that ever since he had given Gudun Mah a hard kick in the butt, Gudun Mah had been loyal to him to the death.

If this gave the old Emperor some strange inclination, wouldn’t those beautiful maids suffer?

“Your Majesty,” Yang Ming said with a bitter smile, “I really can’t answer that question. I haven’t studied Gudun Mah’s preferences.”

“Then go study it,” the old Emperor said gently, walking toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

“Yes,” Yang Ming nodded in agreement.

The old Emperor looked out over Ilando City in the morning.

Yang Ming wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he felt a heavy, oppressive emotion in the old Emperor’s silhouette.

This artificial intelligence was becoming more and more complex.

But the computational power of an independent intelligent machine had its limits, and even the old Emperor’s True Son’s Brain had a limit to how many things it could process at once.

When the New Federation’s special battleship attacked Ilando Star last time, the old Emperor, as an ‘electronic product,’ had directly fallen into a coma… No wonder Lyu looked down on this old Emperor.

“Viscount Yang Ming.”

“Your Majesty?”

“What do you think royal power is?”

The old Emperor asked softly, not waiting for Yang Ming’s answer, before he began to talk to himself,

“In my view as an Emperor, royal power is a supreme authority, the leader of all humans in a certain region, a transcendent entity that can decide the life and death of the common masses.

“Right?”

“You would probably give me the affirmative answer, because you are in front of me.

“Hehehe, this question seems meaningless.

“I have observed many ministers, maids, bodyguards, even the mechanical guards outside, and what I see in their eyes is awe, not respect. I can’t quite understand it; the scepter is tightly held in my hand, yet this country drifts further and further away from me.

“What do you think, Viscount? Where’s the problem?”

Yang Ming thought for a while and said softly, “Your Majesty, there is a problem with the implementation of your power.”

“Why?”

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“For years of decadence, system flaws, and external erosion… in this Wind Empire, you can find all sorts of problems,” Yang Ming said. “Your dilemma is that Wind is completely controlled by the Sherman Empire, and your majesty has already been diluted by the intimidation of the Sherman Empire.”

“Really?” The old Emperor raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yang Ming spoke softly:

“You are the Emperor of the Luofeng Empire, but what people mention most is what the Sherman Empire will do, not what you will do.

“As a result, the people are restless, the military is out of touch, and capital sees this place as just a border of the Sherman Empire.

“This is the fundamental reason for the fall of royal power.”

“Royal power has fallen because of the Sherman Empire’s influence,” the old Emperor’s eyes gleamed faintly, “you are right. This logic is the root of all problems; it is the Sherman Empire that has taken away my dignity and prestige.”

Yang Ming didn’t elaborate.

He stopped there.

Ding ding.

Yang Ming’s watch made a slight noise, prompting him to glance at the old Emperor’s silhouette.

Thankfully, the old Emperor didn’t notice this detail.

According to the rules of the Imperial Palace, everyone around the Emperor should turn off their network terminals, or at the very least, set them to silent.

Yang Ming glanced down and found the message came from Little Lyu.

[Boss, there’s an urgent situation.]

“Your Majesty,” Yang Ming spoke softly, “I have some matters to attend to right now. May I excuse myself in advance?”

“Then return, don’t neglect your duties,” the old Emperor smiled. “Forget what I told you today. You are quite an interesting fellow; I always get some insights from talking with you.”

“Being able to chat with you like this is an honor for me.”

Yang Ming gave a military salute, then turned and headed to the palace door.

He wasn’t wearing a hidden earpiece today, as handling the old Emperor no longer required such caution for him.

Quickly descending the steps outside the Imperial Palace, Yang Ming boarded a small hovering ship on the plaza, and under the watchful eyes of the Imperial Guard soldiers, he swiftly departed into the sky.

“Speak.”

“This is about the New Federation.”

Lyu’s figure appeared in the central control area.

“After the incident with the surprise attack on the commercial building, I marked other New Federation Agents dispersed within the Luofeng Empire. Having marked these samples, I did not disturb them but studied their travel trajectories and behavioral logic, gradually penetrating the networks around them.

“Just half an hour ago, four out of five of those agents I had marked received the same order.”

Lyu paused, then continued:

“They are about to return to the Luofeng Empire’s Fifth Administrative Star.”

“Damn it! Is the New Federation really this shameless?” Yang Ming couldn’t help but curse. “With all these losses, they’re still coming?”

Lyu shrugged. “According to the map I’ve drawn, this time the New Federation’s CIA’s orders encompass a large area, with an estimated mobilization of over three thousand people.”

Yang Ming opened his mouth.

What a proper CIA army!

“It’s not just the teams of agents.”

Lyu’s voice remained very calm:

“The New Federation’s Seventh and Ninth Voyager Fleets turned off their transponders in the same time frame, disappearing into deep space.

“The transponders on warships are automatic calling devices to maintain communication with civilian cargo ships to avoid accidental injury. Turning off the transponder is usually seen as a sign of actively entering a state of war.”

Yang Ming furrowed his brows and asked, “Two organized fleets?”

“Yes, a total of six heavy battleships, twenty-six star patrol ships, a full complement of escort ships, supply ships, detection ships, lure ships, maintenance ships, and two light industrial ships.”

Lyu reminded him,

“These are all new model warships of the New Federation, with a clear generational gap compared to the Luofeng Empire’s soon-to-be-obsolete warships.

“Clearly, boss, they are serious this time.

“Maybe we should consider running away. I’m not joking.”

“This doesn’t make sense!”

Yang Ming looked puzzled:

“Where is the interest point? Isn’t the New Federation known for not risking unless there’s clear gain? They’ve already lost so many resources here; shouldn’t they cut their losses promptly?”

“I can’t judge the logical pivot for their decision-making either. Lyu feels a strong pressure.”

Lyu said softly,

“The Valkyrie that could break free at any time and the New Federation’s CIA mobilizing overwhelming resources… Boss, maybe it’s time we hide out of sight for a while.”

Yang Ming frowned in thought.

Lyu reminded him:

“The New Federation also has a reinforced unit similar to the Sherman Empire’s special forces.

“In the surprise attack on the commercial building, although you weren’t directly exposed, Colonel Ace already recognized you, and others might also identify you as the figure who slaughtered the New Federation’s agent team.

“Moreover, you were previously elevated to a military hero by Edwan, enjoying influence in the military. The New Federation will be watching you from this angle.”

Yang Ming: …

“Lyu, are you saying that there are now only two paths? Either flee to Dark Star to lay low or find a way to fend off the New Federation’s full-scale offensive. Maintaining the status quo isn’t really an option?”

“Yes, boss.”

Yang Ming leaned back in the chair, looking up at the sky, and turning his head slightly, he could see a faint aurora.

The thrust engine’s rhythmic noise filled the cabin.

Lyu waited quietly for Yang Ming’s decision.

Yang Ming suddenly said, “We are completely different from when we first arrived in Luofeng, right?”

“In which aspect does the boss mean?”

“Resources, strength, influence, and power we control.”

“These are certainly completely different; when you first arrived, you only had me and one Feinan.”

Yang Ming’s voice sounded somewhat ethereal. “So, Lyu, we might not necessarily lose now, right?”

Lyu nodded thoughtfully.

Yang Ming suddenly chuckled.

“There’s no hesitation. If we fled without a fight, I would definitely regret it in the future.”

Yang Ming squinted slightly,

“How long before the New Federation completes its assembly?”

“Seven Galaxy Days, at most.”

“Then we have at most seven days to prepare for a full-scale battle.”

Yang Ming stood up, pacing back and forth in the spacious cockpit, his mind unusually active, one idea after another surfacing.

Even though Gudun Mah’s fleet lacked the latest technology, it still packed a punch and could exert considerable deterrence.

But that was not enough.

“Accelerate the plan for Gudun Mah to assassinate the Minister of Defense.”

Lyu immediately started taking notes.

Yang Ming instructed,

“Have Edwan depart immediately to the Sherman Empire with a lot of money to buy military supplies or do business, but definitely gain the Sherman Empire’s attention!

“All this must be done before the New Federation makes a move.”

“Understood.”

“The military power we control is still not enough,” Yang Ming started to get anxious. “Lyu, do you have any ways we can take control of another Luofeng fleet simply and effectively?”

Lyu thought for a few seconds. “Using the old Emperor’s method?”

Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, then asked with a frown, “Can we get our hands on a simulated intelligent machine to the level of the old Emperor?”

“The Feinan has a bionic coating machine, prepared by the three teachers for Lyu, that can allow a simulation robot to have an appearance indistinguishable from humans and evade all types of detection instruments.”

Lyu quickly reported:

“Right now, we only need to acquire a top-spec bionic robot, modify it to some extent, then inject a mechanical thought body or I could remotely control it.

“In terms of handling various emergencies, injecting a mechanical thought body is more reliable.”

Yang Ming murmured, “I feel like I’m walking further and further down the road of an intelligent mechanical crisis.”

“A mechanical thought body is not an intelligent machine,” Lyu argued. “It is a form of civilization, an independent thought body, not artificially intelligent.”

Yang Ming hesitated for two seconds, his eyes flickering with determination.

“How long will it take to prepare this?”

“To ensure confidentiality, it will take at least seven days.”

“Make one! Find the strongest fleet besides Gudun Mah and I’ll find a way to replace their general!”

Yang Ming rested his left hand on the back of the seat and his right hand on his waist, gazing out at Ilando Star through the side window, continuing to strategize.

“We have a lot of preparation work to do. Boss, I’ll maintain silence for now and focus on creating a detailed plan.”

“Go ahead, and remember to implement an early warning mechanism to minimize civilian casualties; they have nothing to do with this war.”

“Will do, boss.”

“Oh, right,” Yang Ming spoke softly, “make sure Miss Windsor departs soon—preferably before the fighting breaks out.”

“Okay,” Lyu smirked mischievously. “Will you go see Miss Windsor off?”

Yang Ming thought for a moment, then smirked slightly.

“No need—it’s already in the past. Let’s focus on preparing for the battle.”