Chapter 626: Federation’s Counterattack
"I'm so stupid, really."
This was the first sentence Isabel heard from Amber when she found him after the coup in the federal capital subsided.
"I only knew that stirring up trouble in the federal capital would make the situation more chaotic, so that we could benefit from it; but I didn't expect that this bunch of federal politicians would be so weak and weak. They were just tough on the outside. The impeachment was launched in the morning, the coup was launched at noon, and the people were gone at night."
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Isabel wanted to say a few more words, but when she thought about the dramatic light-speed end of the coup, she didn't know what to say for a while.
At present, it seems that the nobles who have launched rebellions in the Star Dragon Empire are indeed relatively strong, not as weak as the politicians on the federal side.
In Isabel's memory, the longest-lasting rebellion was by a Grand Duke whose name was "erased". After failing to ambush the fleet of the emperor himself, the Grand Duke withstood two years of siege on his own planet. In the end, he was killed in the bunker by orbital strikes because his whereabouts were exposed by a traitor.
So from this point of view, the so-called "military coup" launched by these politicians in the Federation seemed like a joke.
It can be said that the Atlas Group, including Amber, made major strategic misjudgments from top to bottom this time, and even pushed the "Iron Triangle" to the pinnacle of power.
And the "Iron Triangle" also took advantage of this opportunity that could only exist in theory to eliminate 90% of the opposition in one breath, especially the two-party members and members of the two houses of Congress who were wiped out. It can almost be said that the Federation's "political elites" were collectively harmless.
This is also why the capital galaxy continued to maintain martial law, and after Marshal Trafalgar returned, it was able to announce the establishment of a military government at the speed of light.
Because no one could object.
After a while, Amber recovered from his "Xianglin Sao" state and looked up at Isabel again.
"So now the establishment of a provisional military government is publicly announced?"
"Yes~"
Isabel nodded, and then summoned a virtual screen in front of Amber, on which was the content of the previous public speech by Federal President Brandon.
At that time, because the federal politicians who staged the coup were defeated too quickly, after hearing that three orbital ground attack missiles directly razed the Capitol and the surrounding area, Amber's eyes went black on the spot, so he was not in the mood to read the subsequent public speeches.
"'Illegal military coup', not a military coup, there are legal ones, right?"
Amber raised his eyebrows and read the whole text. When he saw the last sentence saying that after the normal constitutional order was restored, a fair election would be held as soon as possible, he finally smiled.
"This is the person who can believe such words."
Amber gave a thumbs up, and then continued: "The military and political power of the entire country is in their hands. When to hold a new election or whether to hold an election in the end, isn't it all up to the three of them~"
Thinking of this, Amber couldn't help but sigh again.
Originally, I wanted to add fuel to the fire of the Federation, so that they could fight each other for a while and consume the limited resources of this huge national entity, but I never thought that by mistake, the "Iron Triangle" would complete the last step of centralization.
Although in the long run, the "temporary military government" which is essentially a military dictatorship is definitely not a good thing for the Federation, but in the short term, it at least extends their life.
When the military and political power of the entire country is in the hands of three people who are closely connected and have long cooperated, at least the handling of some decision-making matters and the response to major issues will be very fast.
Especially since Marshal Trafalgar has completely lost his control, Amber can't help but wonder how many of the rebels and independent forces in the Federation can get by under his command.
Amber: "The Renaissance Alliance must hold on!"
Isabel: "That's not certain, Amber"
"Is there something I don't know about?" Isabel's words made Amber's heart tremble for no reason, and she asked hurriedly.
"Alas, we just finally confirmed the news."
Isabel's expression was also a little tense. She put another document on the virtual screen and continued:
"It's the one Franklin consulted with you. Isn't his 'future father-in-law' the Speaker of the House of Representatives? He was thinking about cooperating secretly with the Renaissance Alliance before."
"Fuck, I remember!" Amber, who had realized something, covered her forehead in pain. "The Speaker of the House of Representatives also presided over the impeachment vote that morning. He was gone with the others, right?"
Isabel nodded: "Well, it's not completely gone. The news from the capital is that there are very few DNA biological samples extracted from the ruins of the Capitol, and it is impossible to verify the deaths."
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When Amber and Isabel discussed the issue of the Renaissance Alliance, Franklin was standing outside Eleanor's bedroom door.
When the details of the federal capital were sent back, Eleanor ran back to her room crying and locked herself up.
For two whole days, the girl stayed in the room without eating or drinking. If the control panel at the door of the room had not shown that Eleanor's vital signs were still normal, Franklin would have forced the door open.
Today, after concluding an emergency meeting on the follow-up strategic planning of the Renaissance Alliance, Franklin returned to Eleanor's bedroom door and wanted to call the girl out.
He stood quietly outside Eleanor's bedroom. The dim and dim corridor lights made his figure appear slender and slightly lonely.
The leader of the Renaissance Alliance, whose prestige has increased greatly due to his recent cooperation with the Atlas Group, slightly raised his tired but still steady hand, and lightly touched the cold door with his fingertips. superior.
The sound of knocking on the door was clear and soft, slowly echoing in this so silent space that people felt a little panicked.
"Eleanor dear, open the door."
Franklin said to the intercom on the control panel at the door, but he never got a response.
In the room where he couldn't hear the sound, Eleanor's sobs were like tiny blades, cutting the oppressive air intermittently, like a wounded nightingale in the darkness that was so deep that there was no end in sight. , letting out a desperate and sad cry.
It seemed like a century had passed before the door finally opened slowly.
Eleanor appeared at the door, her eyes as red and swollen as if they were ripe peaches that had been severely rubbed. The originally bright and moving eyes were now shrouded in endless sadness.
Tears flowed freely on her pale and almost transparent cheeks, and the tear marks were crisscrossed, like the ruthless marks of fate, and like the withered flowers after the rain, it was poignant and heartbreaking.
Although Franklin was already the leader of a force, he was actually still a young man. When he saw this scene, he felt as if his heart was being grasped by an invisible hand, and a sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body.
Without hesitation, he opened his broad and warm arms, gently but with irresistible force, and slowly took Eleanor into his arms.
Eleanor seemed to have found her only support. She leaned weakly on his shoulder, her body trembling slightly. The trembling was transmitted to Franklin through her clothes, as if she was crying out from the unspeakable grief deep in her heart. .
Her tears were like floods bursting from a dam, quickly soaking Franklin's clothes. The warm and bitter and salty tears seemed to have the magic power to penetrate the skin, burning straight into his heart, making There was also a sour ripple in his heart.
"My father...he is gone, and I have no relatives in this world anymore."
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Eleanor's voice was squeezed out of her throat with difficulty, a whimpering sound, broken like glass that fell to the ground. Every word was full of despair and helplessness, ringing faintly in Franklin's ears. His heart tightened.
Franklin knew that Eleanor's biological mother died due to a genetic defect when she was very young. Although her father later married a second wife, Eleanor never recognized her stepmother's identity.
So when her father, Speaker of the House of Representatives Rodham, also disappeared in the dazzling light of the orbital strike along with politicians from both parties and members of the two houses in the shocking incident in the federal capital a few days ago, this poor woman The girl indeed lost her last immediate family member.
Franklin's hand seemed to have its own consciousness. He slowly raised it and gently stroked Eleanor's long hair, which was as smooth as seaweed but slightly messy. His movements were gentle and soothing, as if he were stroking the world. The most precious treasure, every touch is filled with endless distress and love.
"Don't be afraid, dear, I'm here."
Franklin only felt the girl in his arms tremble slightly, and then the hands around him tightened around his waist. He continued to caress and comfort the girl, and then continued:
"I know all this is like a nightmare for you, but no matter what, I don't want you to sink into this 'nightmare'. I will wake up with you, because we still have a lot to do. do, and”
Franklin paused and said firmly: "Don't you want to avenge Mr. Rodham? After all, the coup initiated by the leaders of the two federal parties has nothing to do with him. It is just his duty to preside over the impeachment vote in the House of Representatives. In other words, this respectable elder stuck to his post until the last moment."
Hearing these words, Eleanor looked up from Franklin's arms. Her tear-soaked eyelashes were like two small fans, fluttering with confused and angry eyes.
"But what should we do? Even if it is the Renaissance Alliance, its current strength is still too small compared to the Federation."
"Perhaps we may not be strong enough now, but what about the future? We have walked step by step from the beginning to the present. Isn't this the group that pursues federal rejuvenation slowly growing in strength?"
Franklin held Eleanor's face in his hands and said in a tone that others could not distinguish between true and false:
"Today's Federation no longer has the so-called 'democracy and freedom', and now it has become a dictatorial 'junta'. Eleanor, do you remember? During your father's lifetime, even in that Federation, the situation was turbulent and crisis-ridden. At this moment, he still took the initiative to seek cooperation with me with good expectations for the future.
In his heart, he must be hoping that the Federation can get rid of its shackles and move towards true light and democracy. How can we bear to live up to his ardent expectations?
How can we watch the millions of people who long to breathe freely and live under a fair and just sky continue to struggle and cry in the abyss of despair? "
Eleanor has always been very clear about her father's character, but at this moment, driven by grief and anger in her heart and Franklin's description, the original shadow of her father in her heart began to gradually blur, replaced by a more "majestic" back
The girl who had just experienced the pain of losing her father wiped the tears from her face and nodded:
"You are right, Franklin, I can't retreat. We must overthrow this military government and avenge my father who became a victim of the coup. I must fight to the end, even if I end up in pieces, I will never regret it. "
If Amber saw this scene, he would definitely applaud Franklin. After all, this ability to "bewitch people's hearts" in the blink of an eye is something that ordinary people cannot develop even if they practice.
Pure talent, a gift from God.
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Whether it is for the Atlas Group, the Renaissance Alliance, or other forces in the Federation that have raised the "anti-flag", the next period of time can only be described as "frequent good news".
It's just that this good news is from the Federation.
The "iron triangle" that has completed the integration of military and political power first took advantage of the opportunity of military martial law to almost wipe out the remaining opposition and "progressives" in the country.
Then, Marshal Trafalgar commanded the Federation fleet, which had completed a short rest, to attack again, and began to use the Federation core With the heart galaxy as the center, it radiates outward to sweep away the rebel forces in various galaxies.
Just as Amber had guessed before, when Marshal Trafalgar was free to do what he wanted, the efficiency of the Federation Navy in combating the rebels was not even enough to be described as "autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves".
Many fleets that declared independence had no ability to resist after encountering the Federation fleet, and the victory or defeat was often basically decided after the first three rounds of shooting between the two sides.
Of course, there are also some independent forces and like-minded "revolutionary groups" who will choose to join forces to fight the enemy in this situation, and occupy a large advantage in the number of fleets in some battles, trying to destroy the fleet of the Federation Navy.
However, this approach can be said to be exactly what Marshal Trafalgar wants.