Between the Federation and the Empire, there are two spatial passages, one at the outer edge of the Late Scorpion Nebula and the other in the Gary Corridor.
Many years ago, when the Federation intensified its efforts to develop Xilin, the pilot spacecraft of the Charter Bureau accidentally discovered these two extremely energetic torsion holes, and after a long time of calculation by the central computer, people estimated that the exit of these two torsion holes should be in the Left Sky Star Field.
For the Federation that was expanding the realm step by step and methodically, the Left Sky Star Domain was a distant and strange world.
It would take four full years to get there on the Federation's most advanced expedition spaceship, and in fact, the countless expedition ships that humans have launched into that world have all disappeared without a trace, and no useful information has ever returned.
This vast sea of stars is full of countless dangers, the process of human conquest of the universe looks magnificent, and the galaxies that can actually be touched are still very few.
Relying on the astonishing computing power of the federal central computer, countless generations of space scientists of the Federal Academy of Sciences, one after another, spent hundreds of years to finally successfully calculate all the data of these two space channels, and the annihilation curvature of the three-dimensional torsion rate and the violent cosmic ray turbulence period in the channel were all drawn.
With these precious space channel data, coupled with the Federation's countless years of experience in using torsion holes, a fleet carrying the Federation's ambition to open up the universe, under the protection of the army, slowly entered the space channel, and then the Federation was stunned to find that at the other end of the channel, the Zuotian Star Field, which was thought to be barren, already had a civilization that had developed to the current level, and that civilization did not welcome its arrival, and was extremely warlike and murderous From the first sinister contact in the last years of the Thirty-Six Constitutional Calendar, the Federation has been firmly in its own hands to control the dominance of the Late Scorpion Nebula and the Gary Corridor space passages.
The Empire will never be able to organize a large invading fleet to break through the Late Scorpion Nebula, which is full of dense stars and large gravitational fields, and the Gary Corridor, which is full of turbulent rays, until it can calculate the space channel data, so the expeditionary force sent by the Raging Empire can only circle the perimeter of the Late Scorpion Nebula, consuming seven years of time and a lot of energy, to reach Xilin, the border of the Federation.
The Federation has been able to stabilize and even dominate the strategy under the brutal and violent invasion of the Empire, except for the brilliance of the charter that spreads throughout the universe where the Federation is located, the two spatial passages under its control have undoubtedly played the most important role.
The Creator of the universe is a very wonderful being, and any large fleet that tries to force its shortcuts through it without mastering the laws it leaves behind will cause the heavens and the earth to change color and space turbulence.
However, for those humble beings that it dismisses in its eyes, it seems that this universe does not have much interest.
The space storm caused by any vehicle entering a space passage is directly proportional to the mass of that vehicle.
Although to this day, the empire is still unable to send a large army to break through the space channel, for decades, there have been many brave imperial royal mecha warriors who are not afraid of death, riding in simple small spaceships, like ants, under the nose of the creator of the universe, quietly and even somewhat humbly.
This is an extremely dangerous attempt, although the space storm caused by the small spacecraft is relatively small, but the protection ability of the small spacecraft itself is also extremely low, and those spaceships that are constantly trying to smuggle in are like a small boat on the ocean, which may be driven to the bottom of the sea at any time, and can never turn over.
Even if the Empire's special forces were lucky enough to break through the space passage, they would be greeted by the surveillance and precision strikes that the Federation fleet had never relaxed on the periphery of the passage.
Only with great strength and unfortunate luck can the Imperial Special Forces achieve their tactical goals, however, they are unable to penetrate deep into the Federation and can only land in the Bermuda Mine near the Gary Corridor.
In this process, for every hundred top-notch special mecha warriors sent by the empire, there were at most seven or eight people left who could land alive on the surface of Bermuda's mining star.
Although the number of people is small, the federal military will definitely not give up their vigilance, and the combat team of Whitewater Company and the troops led by Li Feng have always carried out the task of sweeping away these fish that have slipped through the net on these mining stars.
The problem is that these Imperial warriors who have survived the space storm and the pursuit of the Federation fleet often have extremely terrifying personal strength and are not so easy to deal with.
After all, the survival rate of big fish, small fish and shrimp depends on the size and density of the holes in the fishing nets woven by the fisherman, and the two torsion holes of the Evening Scorpion Nebula and the Gary Corridor strictly practice this simple philosophical proposition, allowing those fragments of information that swim between mass and energy to freely pass through their bodies without any reaction at all.
That's why the empire has been able to remotely command the lone expeditionary army outside the "seven years", although the transmission of military information between the two is difficult, but it has never been cut off, and even in the highly centralized civilization center of the left alien domain, in the tallest building in the capital of the planet Tianjing, there is a person who can even watch the Federation's TV news.
Of course, this kind of reverse information reception is much more difficult than purposeful information transmission, and although those picture and sound signals are still not annihilated in the turbulence of the space channel, they have become extremely weak, and to reassemble this weak signal, and then pass through the information accelerator to cross the universe that even the light feels far away, the empire consumes a lot of resources and energy.
Therefore, apart from the Imperial Ministry and the Royal Intelligence Agency, which is responsible for monitoring the movements of the Federation, only one person in the vast empire and countless ministers and people can see these news programs.
The center of the empire, Tianjing, Xingdu City, had a magnificent square in the center of countless wide and high-grade highways, but compared to the endless stretch of ancient buildings behind it, this square looked ordinary and small.
This complex was the imperial palace of the Empire.
For tens of thousands of years, this imperial palace has enjoyed the worship of countless planets in the Zuotian Star Domain, ruthlessly absorbed the blood and sweat of hundreds of millions of people, and accumulated hundreds of millions of wealth, so as to create such an imposing and countless building complex.
In the depths of the palace wall, a slightly dark palace-like high-rise rises from the ground, piercing the sky, and with the dark buildings that stretch and cover the capital like a carpet, it is like a sharp sword, driving the subjects on the ground, wanting to ask the universe who is the real master.
The momentum is immense, and it is shocking.
Regor, the famous fleet commander in the early years of the empire, on a trip back to Tianjing Star, looked at the eye-catching cyan building complex in the center of the planet from tens of thousands of kilometers, and once sighed that this was probably the most magnificent achievement of human civilization that could be seen with the naked eye in the universe.
At that time, the empire did not know that there were other human beings in this universe, and there was a deformed society called the Federation.
However, even many years later, counting all the federations and empires, this palace complex located in Tianjing Star is still the most awe-inspiring building, and there is no one.
If you can overlook the palace from a low altitude, you must have a greater visual impact.
However, for countless thousands of years, no aircraft has dared to fly low in the airspace around the palace, and there is no building on this planet that dares to exceed the height of the sword-like building in the palace.
Because His Majesty is in the palace, and His Majesty is in the Star Picking Tower.
The architectural design of the Star Picking Tower is actually very simple, the bottom is empty, only the support of countless giant columns and self-transporting equipment, but on the top three floors of the building, it is a palace that is so luxurious that it is difficult to force the eyes, it is a hanging hall.
The wind on the periphery of the Hanging Hall, passing through the seemingly weak, but actually endowed with high-tech content of the gauze curtains, turned into a leisurely breeze, so that the people living in it spontaneously gave birth to the wind to walk, so that they wanted to pick up the stars.
The chamberlains and palace maids did not dare to have any such intoxicated expression, they humbly kept smiling, kept their heads down, and did not dare to look at the situation in the soft couch at the back of the palace.
The light in the palace was dim, and a young man in a military uniform was half-kneeling in front of the screen, unable to see his face clearly, only feeling that his body was a little thin, and he did not look like a powerful imperial soldier.
On the screen is a splendid oil painting of Xiang Yuekui, reflecting a shadow, raising his hand to touch his head, as if he is scratching his belly.
"The press censorship shit, in fact, should watch more of the federal show."
This is a middle-aged man in a robe, his voice is calm and ordinary, there is nothing special, but it makes people feel extremely cold and frightened when it falls on people's ears.
The young soldier in front of the screen bowed his head and said in a clear voice, "Understood." ” The middle-aged man sat on the couch and never looked back, just his back, revealing a suffocating sense of oppression.
He looked at the press conference on the light curtain, at the cute little girl with purple hair, silent, as if he wanted to find some memories from the eyebrows and eyes there, and also wanted to find some stories from the bracelet in her hand.
The slender fingers ran over the harp beside him, and the sound was low, and the sound sounded from behind the screen again, which immediately disturbed the sound of the harp.
"Grass poems."
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The young soldier in front of the screen replied crisply: "Yes." ” "Go and talk to your useless uncle, if he insists that your more useless uncle carry out that useless task, then let them go, I don't bother to pay attention."
The voice behind the screen said indifferently: "Let the guys who are on vacation in Ambri take back the bracelet from this girl's hand, capture her, or kill her." ” The young officer in front of the screen stiffened slightly, bowed his head, and said, "In the previous mission, I have applied to accompany me secretly. ” "Although the risk is very high, I went once and came back alive, I believe in your ability."
The middle-aged man behind the screen said lightly sadly: "It's a pity that my dear brother can never come back." ” "Prince Delin will be immortal."
The officer, whose name was Huai Caoshi, replied softly that among his many uncles, probably only the uncle who died in the Federation and had never seen him was the most worthy of respect.
"Well, let's eat."
The man on the screen commanded.
Huai Caoshi's body stiffened again, and she stood up with some difficulty, walked behind the screen, picked up a thorn strip, and stood behind the middle-aged man with her head bowed.
A waiter had already put the food on the table, and the middle-aged man raised his chopsticks.
Huai Caoshi pulled off the thorn strip in his hand fiercely The thorns fell, and a bloody mark appeared on the middle-aged man's back.
"Your Majesty, have you forgotten the revenge of killing your father?"
He snorted in pain, clenched his chopsticks and replied coldly, "I haven't forgotten." ” Another smack and a hard pull "Your Majesty, have you forgotten your brother who left home since childhood?"
"Nope." syllable "Your Majesty, have you forgotten the blood of the royal family?"
"Nope."
Crisp rebukes rang out in the highest palace of the Imperial Palace, and the sound of thorn thumping on the body and painful answers rose one after another behind the screen.
To be continued: