At the beginning of the 486th year of the Empire, Major General Rudolf von Favnier left Odin with his fleet of 3,300 and headed to the distant Aigenhez star field. His fleet chief of staff was still Colonel Gustav von Soustekhaujan, and there were still some shortages in the fleet. This was necessary to be dispatched by the Ministry of Military Affairs after the fleet arrived at its destination.
Among the 3,300 ships of the Favnier fleet are 300 warships, 100 lightning boats and 1,200 Wilgure Motherships, 900 cruise ships and 1,200 destroyers, 200 supply ships and 300 work ships, and the last 200 are raid landing craft and reconnaissance ships. The entire fleet has 170,000 officers and soldiers, of which nearly 5,000 landing troops are led by Major Dick von Karl. [..com]
After a two-month voyage, the Favnier fleet arrived at the Aigenhez star field. The local nobles and chief executives in the star field, and the military commander sent local police fleets and private soldiers to welcome the arrival of this imperial direct fleet.
"It seems that the superiors are interested in rectifying..."
"I wonder what kind of person the major general who was transferred this time is?"
"Do we want to bring him to make a fortune together?"
"Let's take a look. Now the first thing is to restrain those actions a little, and not give excuses from the bureaucrats from the central government."
These whispers under the water constantly communicate and ferment in the planetary ground and in the universe.
The Favnier fleet did not do anything after staying in the planetary orbit and the docks of the ship factory. They just started to take the leave of officers and soldiers one after another, and a large number of soldiers flocked to the planet's commercial areas, red light areas and tourist areas for consumption - and Colonel Shutkehaojian's subordinates also began to mix in with the soldiers to collect information about this star field.
"No need to hurry at all. I guess the top leaders on this planet are already terrible. Let your people first try it out and see which industries are occupied by those people." Major General Favnier said to Colonel Shuttkehaojian.
Odin and Brigadier General Midamaya brought his wife Afencelyn to his parents' home. He was very surprised to find that Old Midamaya did not work in the garden as usual, but sat at the table with a chubby young man. Old Midamaya stood up when he saw his son and his wife walking in, and the young man stood up and bowed.
"Oh, this is Dales Mida Maiya, your cousin. His grandfather is your uncle. His father also studied with me as a cousin when he was young. Dales also came when he was a child, and you also played together. Do you remember? Vovogen."
"I remember it. Couple Dallas, you are still as fat as you were when you were a child." Mida Maia suddenly remembered this cousin.
"Why did you come here today if you have time? I remember you live in the star field in the empire, and it will take several months to come here. By the way, I remember you have also become the emperor's man. I heard from my father before."
"Dales was reported to the Ministry of Military Affairs this time, and he has a new job location. You were not there when you reported the previous few times, so you didn't meet him." said Old Mida Maia.
"Cousin Wofogen, I am also a major in the Empire. You shouldn't forget that I graduated from the main program at the Imperial University, right? This time I came because I was assigned to the Favnier fleet in the Farve Nier who was stationed in the Aigenhez star field as the major's logistics staff. I will leave soon."
Several Midamaya sat together and chatted with beer. After dinner, Dales Midamaya said goodbye. He would immediately take the Imperial Communications Ship to Aijianhez to report.
"Ya? The war is coming again? Oh... No wonder, this year marks the 30th anniversary of His Majesty's ascendance to the throne. 'I want to teach the rebels a profound lesson'. Fortunately, there is no share for us." Major General Favnier said to Colonel Shutkehaojian, who had just been sent through super-light communication.
"By the way, how are you doing the survey?"
"The fifteen local nobles were all involved in smuggling. They were divided into several factions and monopolized all smuggling channels, and each attracted a group of administrative and military bureaucrats. The pirates were basically hunting dogs they raised, which did not harm much to ordinary civilians." Shuttkehaojian reported seriously, then took out a laptop computer and handed it to Fafnier.
"Okay, I'll take a look. You can go and do it first. In short, all smuggling here must be 'eliminated'!"
Shuttkehaojian gave a greeting and returned to his office. He looked at Major Dalles Midamaya, the logistics staff member who had just come to report. "Dales, we haven't seen each other for a while. You can go and count our logistics supplies first, and then if you have time, summarize the things I sent to your computer within three days. Leave the report to me."
Not to mention how Favnier was planning, the third Diamat Battle has begun in full swing.
The 35,400 warships led by Marshal Guregoll, von Mükenberga departed from Odin to the Alliance Star Field to prepare for "determination". The entire Galaxy's attention was focused on the Diamat Star Field, and all parties were nervously calculating and speculating on the progress of the battle.
"Shutkehaojian, how many have you received?"
"3. Major General, how many beauties did you receive?"
"Hahaha, they sent a dozen to try to get along. You are not worth enough, Gustav. It's such a tragedy."
Favnier laughed at his friends, proudly showing off the beauty he received, and at the same time showed off the obscene three-dimensional photos and small movies he took.
"Okay, Gustav. Call Carl to prepare! Give them a 'surprise'!"
In mid-February, 486, Major General Favnier arrived at the Aijianhez star field only five days before he arrived at the Aijianhez star field. What happened late at night? There was no record of the future. There was no "conscientious historian" carefully checking what happened this night. The only thing I know is that there were fifteen local nobles in the Aijianhez star field. They lived here in a complicated manner for hundreds of years, with tens of thousands of relatives, all disappeared without a trace in this night. In the following months, "a certain nobleman took a vacation in space.
travel
Work
Being meteorite while doing business
Space rubbish
The news that pirates killed, and there was no living person in the whole ship" was leaked in the newspaper, which was "a bloody six months". Many chief executives
Military officials have been repeatedly pirated by "pirates"
The rebels assassinated, Major General Rudolf von Favnier, who was stationed here, shouted: "This is the most deeply rooted contempt for the Emperor* people! We want to take revenge!" At the same time, a military ban was initiated in the entire star field.
Favnier chased every smuggler on a cruise ship
The pirate's ship started a gang fight, happily wielding his sword and killing all the people on the ship, and the goods carried were confiscated by the God-** Department. In just half a year, the two acts of "smuggling" and "pirates" were exterminated in the Aijianhez star field. However, there were not few items on the market at all, but they are now legal imperial commodities-although the Imperial Taxation Department did not receive an extra tax from the Imperial Mark.
"Now, this smuggling line is all ours, and the money is like a tide! Hahahahaha"
"Your Excellency! Is it really okay for us to slaughter so many pigs?"
"Don't worry! In Odin's opinion, there are just a bunch of earthen buns. Fortunately, the third Diamat Battle ended earlier attracted attention. Moreover, we were also doing it neatly and divided a lot of pussy tales to Odin, and even the Emperor's Division received a lot of black benefits. Who would take care of it?!"
"By the way! Shuttke Haojian! Remember to change the helmets and masks of the whole army in armored uniforms! Mom, I have long disliked that mask! Three holes! I want to insert it in and do it! There is no deterrent at all! What else is it designed to be a skeleton shape! Remember to ask the factory to produce a completely simulated skeleton mask this time, don't make abstract things like three holes! Remember to make the helmets into Roman style with ear protection and brim of the hat." Favnier said angrily. He had long disliked the helmets and masks of the imperial armored uniforms. "Next time I try to modify the military uniforms. This kind of military uniform is really ugly, similar to the tight clothing of the gay man!"
"That's up to you to become Marshal..."
"By the way, this is the report record of the Diamat Battle. Golden Retriever is so lucky! The opposite side is a machine with zero IQ! He actually dares to turn forward! If the alliance on the opposite side is a fool or a stubborn guy, it should be our funeral of General Mujer. He is really a kid who violates military orders, a kid who likes to play tricks..... He will suffer from him in the future! I just can't figure out why Marshal Mookenberga didn't punish this little guy?"
"Oh? Xiaguan just received this report... The golden retriever is really playing like this? It seems that his sister has a great face!"
"Okay, now the Golden Retriever is the General.... Next time I return to Odin, maybe I will call him 'Earl Royankram'..."
Just a week later, the official documents of the Imperial Affairs Ministry appeared in the document "Major General Rudolph von Favnier made contributions to exterminate smuggling and pirates! He was promoted to Lieutenant General. Wangqing and others lived up to their heavy responsibilities and made new contributions!"
In this battle, both sides lost thousands of warships. No admiral in the alliance died in battle, but the 11th Fleet suffered considerable losses. However, the Emperor** was also stopped by the alliance in the subsequent attack and suffered equal casualties - making up for the injured soul of the alliance...
In July 486, the Favnier fleet was ordered to be transferred back to Odin for reorganization, and Viscount Favnier himself had to go to the palace for an audience - this was what the senior officers of the Empire had to do.
There were no surprises or regrets during this interview. On the same day, Lieutenant General Favnier went to the Space Fleet Command and the Military Affairs Department to pay a gift to Marshal Mükenberga and Marshal Allen Bock. Finally, this guy completed the etiquette in a regular manner and was not pushed out by the military police again, so that he lost all the face of the emperor.
Fortunately, his position was not kicked into a free position - just like Reinhardt now, he is still the commander of the Imperial Fleet, and the number of ships under his jurisdiction has also been increased to 6,000, and the number of warships and motherships has also been enriched: 1,000 warships; 500 lightning motherships and 500 Wilgure motherships each; 2,000 cruise ships; 2,000 destroyers; 150 raid landing ships that do not include the official combat number; 400 work ships and 400
Supply ship; 200 reconnaissance ships and medical ships. What made him most happy was that his personal flagship had been booked for production, and it is estimated that this personal flagship would be obtained within the year: the flagship is the same type as the flagship of the Wilhelmina-class large fleet flagship and Marshal Mookenberga. It was especially required to strengthen its defense and speed, and its communication and command capabilities were enough to command 30,000 fleets. As for the ship name, it would be named by Lieutenant General himself after it was launched. Favnier had already booked the ship name "Loki".
Soon, an interesting thing happened. A marquis failed to assassinate a countess. The countess Viscount Favnier also met at a great noble party back to Odin. "What I saw back then was indeed Countess Greyward, the sister of the blonde boy.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
A certain marquis was sentenced to death... "It's a bit of a waste! The Marquis Penimidey is actually very good-looking. Can't the brothers be happy and then be sentenced to death?" Favnier was thinking about being ruthless in his mind.
In August 486, the imperial calendar did not happen in March as in the original work, and after the Marquis failed to assassinate, Duke Bronxbak, a major town among the nobles, issued by him, he wanted to invite His Majesty the Emperor in his private residence and hold a friendly banquet for senior officers and their wives. Viscount Favnier also received invitations, and those who were qualified to attend the banquet were all brigade generals or above, that is, those with the title of "Your Excellency". Colonel Shuttkehaojian could not attend. The provision of "regardless of active service, retirement, and reserve service" was possible, probably to gather more of the number of nobles. All three major items such as decoration, emptiness, and waste would probably be a grand banquet.
The light of the crystal art lamp strangely reflects the noisy group of gentlemen and ladies. Yihuang
The emperor's guest seat was centered on, and the most senior noble seats were lined up, and the ones prepared on the outside were station seats. The guests were so
It is very rude to be a senior in the ground, but this was originally a banquet held by the host to boast about his identity. Of course, Favnier was just a guest at the stand, and opposite him was Reinhardt.
Duke Brownschbaek stood up to greet him in the applause and continued.
"The palace introspection came to inform him that His Majesty the Emperor suddenly felt abdominal pain on his way to the venue and turned back to the palace halfway.
Unfortunately, I can't attend this time. I hope you can enjoy the wine and food."
A quite formal voice of disappointment sounded among the visitors, but in fact, for those who do not have personality charm and wisdom
The Emperor's absence was not truly regretful. Duke Brownschleck's eyes stopped in one seat.
"Where is the Marquis of Keronpustutke?"
"This... I haven't seen him since just now."
Because the Marquis' seat was empty, Meng Hua's chair, which was only five or six steps away from the emperor's seat, took up space in a simple way.
There was a black box under my feet. The aroma of steamed milk cows on a silver plate gradually became colder.
Reinhardt stood by the wall holding a wine glass in one hand, and a rough sound came from this moment.
"Oh! This is really... the unparalleled and brave emperor, and the gorgeous genius has also arrived?"
Reinhardt used the filter of will to cover up the disgust and insult expressions flashing in his eyes. Although he almost hated all the nobles, Baron Firger, who is standing in front of him, is the person who is the farthest from Reinhardt's favor and hobbies. He is five years older than Reinhardt, and is currently twenty-four years old, and has the class of reserve major general, but this is because he was the nephew of Bronxbak, and it was not evaluated for his courage or military skills. The young man felt incredible about Reinhardt's promotion to general, but he did not have any questions about his own experience in the battlefield. The benchmark for his value judgment is based only on the existence of historical vested rights, and his evaluation to Reinhardt was a metaphor for the damage to the garden.
bird.
There was no spark between the two. Because before that, a guy inserted it in, grabbed a large piece of butter cake and started to swallow it. Baron Firger just wanted to accuse this unspoken behavior, but found that it was Viscount Favnier. He had to retreat powerlessly - what's the use of accusing a man who had no moral integrity? At this time, a group of noble ladies came over and pointed, and Baron Firger walked over. There seemed to be some miasma floating behind him.
On the front of the hall, the portrait of the Beast Lord Emperor looked down on Reinhardt and others from the high pedestal. It was a figure depicting his throne at the age of 34. He was 195 cm tall, weighed 99 kilograms, with a strong chest and wide shoulders. Burgundy hair, no mane under the nose and jaw, and the side of the hair was impressive. He was also an elegant handsome man, but a powerful and powerful man who regarded dominating others as the highest value and powerful person in power. He couldn't help but wonder whether human life and the fate of the great empire were heavier for these shoulders. The object of transcendence rather than a object of respect.
A little noise occurred. A certain bauble fell to the ground because of anemia, and immediately raised a shout of "call the doctor."
But there must be an agent for the wife to sit on for the time being.
"Borrow the seat of Marquis Kloppsotke and take the box away.
The baubles' body was placed on a chair by the waiter, and the black box was handed over to a young nobleman. The items carried by the identified guests cannot be disposed of at will. They will be kept by the frame table next to the entrance. If the guests forget to retrieve them, then later
It has to be sent back.
The box was about to be removed from the hall.
Light and heat were emitted at first, and in a moment, a loud bang and a storm formed a vortex.