Chapter 299: Those Who Left Their Hometown

The ‘subtext’ behind the words of Her Royal Highness Princess Agnes is easy to understand, and everyone in the conference room can understand it.

"Norton II, stop pretending, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?"

Faced with Agnes's unkind inquiry, Norton II did not have any special reaction. He said calmly:

"Dear Princess, I know that there may be some 'minor frictions' and some 'minor conflicts' between us due to political differences.

But under the interpretation of some people with ulterior motives, in the eyes of others, it seems to have become some kind of life-and-death struggle.

I personally hope that this over-interpretation will not have any impact on both of us, nor do I hope that there will be some misjudgments due to these things.

While His Majesty is ill, we should work together to maintain the stability of the Empire and deal with threats from the Federation. "

Norton II had a kind smile on his face, as if there had never been any conflict between the 'Regent Party' and the 'Princess Party'.

If Amber saw this scene, she would have to praise Norton II for his excellent acting skills, and he is worthy of the title of 'loyal minister of the empire'

Finance Minister Jacques Fanco raised his eyebrows unconsciously when he heard this. He even wondered if he had not woken up. Otherwise, how could he hear these words from the regent's mouth?

If you two hadn't fought to the death, would the good empire be like this?

Of course, Jacques Fanko would never say such words, and he was not a fool.

So the finance minister didn't say anything. After glancing in Princess Agnes' direction, he continued to sit back and watch.

"Threat to the Federation?"

Agnes directly filtered out a large section of the previous paragraph, which she thought was nonsense, and captured the final key point.

"Yes, your highness must have received the news. The two celestial fortress battle groups A and B led by Duke Hastings and Duke Artesia suffered a minor defeat from the Federation in the Millen Galaxy. "Return', we have retreated to a border system we occupied to rest and recuperate."

Norton II said the names of the two dukes calmly. From the perspective of the princess party, it was like a slap in their faces.

However, he didn't care what the person opposite him thought, but continued to speak on his own:

“Let’s leave aside the reasons for the defeat of this battle. We may not have time to discuss it. Judging from my research on the Federation over the years, they will definitely pursue their victory and even launch a so-called ‘strategic counterattack’.

If everyone here does not want the war to burn within the borders of the country, you may need to consider the escalation of the war. "

"You want to say a 'general mobilization order'? In your opinion, has the war reached this point?"

Agnes finally began to seriously think about the question raised by Norton II.

"Your Highness, I said this is just my personal opinion, but based on my understanding of the Federation and my research on the Federal Government in recent years, it is very likely that they will be the first to sign a general mobilization order and launch a campaign to completely eliminate the Star Dragon Empire. 'War for the purpose of destroying the country."

"Even so." Agnes looked at the middle-aged man across the long table and said:

"Only my father has the authority to sign the general mobilization order. It seems meaningless for you to tell me this."

"According to the "Imperial General Mobilization Act", if His Majesty is unable to sign for other reasons and the Empire is facing a crisis, the royal heir can sign on his behalf."

As soon as these words came out, Agnes's expression became serious, because Norton II successfully threw this hot potato into his hand, but he couldn't throw it out again.

Her Highness Agnes looked around at the other people present. In addition to Finance Minister Jacques Fanco, the Imperial Chief of General Staff, the Director of the Imperial Crisis Response Department and others were also present.

"Do you have any thoughts on the Regent's proposal? Or, in your opinion, has this war reached a point where you need to sign a 'General Mobilization Order' and start an endless battle with the Federation?

If the situation has reached such a critical level, then we may need to complete the discussion as soon as possible. After all, if we mobilize one day late, we will be more passive in subsequent battles. "

Agnes asked the others, seeking their opinions.

"I think the Regent and Her Royal Highness the Princess are aware of the current financial situation of the empire. If we sign the general mobilization order under this background, we will have no other choice but to win the war."

Jacques Fanco, who had been watching from the sidelines, was the first to speak.

With his lead, others in the conference room quickly followed his lead.

Chief of General Staff Stephen followed him and said:

"If it is really necessary to sign a general mobilization order, my suggestion is that the sooner the better, and at the same time, you may need to be prepared for the war to spread within the country."

The third person to speak was the director of the Crisis Response Department. What he said was very simple, that is, it was necessary to assess as quickly as possible whether a general mobilization order was really needed.

After all, once this thing is signed, it enters an irreversible state.

The military, logistics, logistics, market, economy, public opinion control, etc. Everything related will be operated according to the requirements of the "General Mobilization Order". At this time, it will be too late to stop.

Moreover, large-scale mobilization is bound to attract the attention of the federation. Assuming that this is a misjudgment on our side, the other side did not carry out general mobilization.

But after seeing the actions of the Empire and considering that the two sides are now in a state of war, the Federation will not hesitate to follow the general mobilization.

At that time, the situation will be completely unresolved.

——

In the Federation, T2 galaxy circle, Canobi galaxy.

Clark, a skilled worker, is walking on the last leg of his way home from get off work in the gradually cold wind.

Recently, the news about "total war" from the capital galaxy has also swept the entire planet.

Yesterday, there were still a large number of young people holding flags and marching on the street, and several enthusiastic girls also gave him brochures about the war.

Although Clark has not experienced war, he probably knows that this is not a good thing. After all, war means that someone will die.

And he, who already has a family, is very resistant to death, so he also dislikes "war".

Can't you just live a good life? Must you fight for your life in a strange place with a group of people who may never meet in this life?

Clark's aversion to war also comes from another aspect, that is, overtime.

And there is no overtime pay.

The food processing factory where he works has recently received a large number of orders from the military, so all the factory's assembly lines are almost in a state of 24-hour non-stop operation.

This also forced technicians like him who were responsible for maintaining and repairing the assembly lines to extend their working hours.

The factory refused to pay them overtime wages on the grounds that "it is the duty of every citizen to contribute when the federation needs it."

In addition, due to the outbreak of the war, prices have been rising almost day by day, so Clark and his family have actually been living a more and more difficult life during this period.

When he walked to the neighborhood of his apartment building, Clark saw a drone flying towards his window sill.

There was a material storage box hanging under the drone, and the logo of "March Department Store" was printed on the fuselage.

This is the company's commodity transportation robot, and the material storage box contains the food that Clark just purchased online.

"Tsk, the salary paid last month hasn't been warmed up yet, and it's almost spent now."

"War? What's good about war?"

Clark complained as he returned home.

The moment he saw his virtuous wife and his 11-year-old son, Clark swallowed all his complaints.

For the sake of his family, he was willing to endure some hardships.

"Hey, has little Dio grown taller today?"

Clark smiled and walked towards his son, ready to pick him up and take a good look, but was stopped by his wife.

"Go away, you haven't washed your hands after working all day, wash them before you hold your son."

"Okay, I'll wash them right away. Mua~"

Clark kissed his wife on the face, and then walked towards the bathroom amid the latter's anger.

But at this moment, his personal terminal, which had been set to vibrate, suddenly rang with a piercing ring.

Clark, who suddenly twitched in his heart, seemed to have thought of something. He stopped where he was and slowly took out his personal terminal, looking at the flashing red light on the screen, and his heart finally died.

"Citizen No. 56213854, Clark Wayne

According to the Federal General Mobilization Act, please report to the nearest military station within 3 hours.

If you exceed the time limit or refuse to report, the Federal Military Affairs Office will take compulsory measures in accordance with the law."

As a middle-aged man, Clark was naturally among the "mobilized people" of the general mobilization order, but he did not expect that all this would come so quickly.

"Clark, are you okay?"

Seeing her husband frozen in place, the wife hurried over and supported him from behind.

But when she also saw the information on Clark's personal terminal, a series of complex expressions immediately appeared on her face.

The most common one among them is called worry.

"Why are you mobilized in the first batch?"

"Maybe I have better physical fitness? My sweetheart, you know, I am as strong as an ox."

"At this time, you are still in the mood to joke"

Looking at her husband's appearance, Clark's wife was angry and amused.

At this moment, the voice of their son, Little Dio, rang out from behind:

"Dad, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

Hearing his son's words, Clark's body trembled. He was naturally worried about his son, but the mobilization order was also irresistible for the citizens of the Federation.

Clark sighed softly, turned around, squatted down, touched Little Dio's head, and said gently:

"Little Dio, Dad is going to a very far place."