In fact, Lu has begun to seize control of the opponent's command system, and has begun to send various wrong tactical instructions to the terrorist organizations, giving the opponent's high-level officials some information such as "the invaders have been eliminated" and "hundreds of imperial warships have been discovered on the periphery".
False information.
As a result, the opponent's grassroots combat power continued to converge in Yang Ming's direction. Yang Ming's path was smooth, and the senior leaders of the Chauvinist Freedom Organization were completely unable to judge the current situation.
Under Lu's guidance, Yang Ming rushed directly to the opponent's hangar, where there were dozens of small and medium-sized ships.
After a not-so-fierce shootout, hundreds of bodies were left in every corner of the hangar.
Yang Ming skillfully took out miniature anti-matter bomb patches from his pocket, pasted them on the bottom of these ships, and rushed to the next target area in the outer layer like a leisurely stroll.
After walking out of the hangar, Yang Ming tapped his watch a few times.
Amidst the huge roar, the air in the corridor first surged towards the hangar, and then spewed out in the opposite direction.
Yang Ming stood quietly in the recess of the corridor for a few seconds, and then continued to run forward accompanied by the rolling heat wave.
The lightsaber hanging on his waist has not yet been activated.
To deal with these human enemies, it is of course faster to use a gun.
…
In the virtual conference room of the senior officials of the Imperial Military Department.
Several more elderly people appeared at the front of the auditorium, most of them looking solemnly at the live broadcast on the virtual screen.
This is a ghost live show only for them.
Yang Ming did not use his most terrifying ancient god power. What he acted at this moment was more like an empire's super-modified warrior conducting a single-soldier breakthrough.
The empire's generals have seen similar combat content many times. Each of them is a general who has experienced battles for a long time and has climbed up from the middle or grassroots level of the army step by step.
But today, they felt a little uneasy for no reason.
The white ghost suddenly showed them this killing feast, and the threat was extremely obvious.
As soon as these generals think of the terrifying ability of cell mass rebirth as warriors created by high-dimensional civilization, their moods suddenly become even more depressing.
If the white ghost's reserved cell mass cannot be found, it is impossible to actually kill him.
Then, with the means and strength shown by White Ghost at this moment, it would not be too difficult to attack their residence or fleet.
Plus...the immense prestige of the White Ghost itself...
Generals may even feel that if the White Ghost wants to deal with them, there is a certain probability that their officers and soldiers will simply lay down their weapons without resistance, or even hand them over voluntarily.
In the live broadcast, Yang Ming once again found the classic 'ghost passage' - going up and down the elevator shaft.
The security system of this underground base is very complete, and it is obviously regarded as a doomsday fortress by terrorist organizations.
Yang Ming continued to demonstrate his tactical prowess as an imperial soldier, and the lightsaber hanging on his waist was still not activated.
There are a few more figures in the virtual meeting room.
Admiral Thomas calmly pushed up his glasses, walked to the corner of the front row, and began to enjoy the battle scenes of the White Ghost.
By Thomas's standards, Yang Ming's single-soldier breakthrough can only be described in four words - pleasing to the eye.
No enemy can stop the white ghost from advancing.
The entire base seems to have organized an orderly defense, but now, except for the areas where fighting has occurred, no one knows that the intruder is the white ghost of the empire.
That's not the only battlefield.
Next to the main screen, there are several small screens that alternately show explosion scenes on different planets.
The empire's battle was a complete victory.
Fifteen shaped bombs successfully detonated thirteen, destroying thirteen terrorist bases on the deserted planet.
This is already a very important achievement.
General Thomas used the corner of his eyes to glance at a location not far away.
Artero, the deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, was standing next to his third uncle with his waist bent, listening to his third uncle's admonishment.
The other party did not turn on the privacy mode. General Thomas turned up the volume of the surrounding environment and heard the conversation between the uncle and nephew.
"Have you checked it out?" asked the third uncle.
"It has been investigated clearly," Atero frowned and whispered, "the spies we marked and placed in the military by the new federal CIA have all received wrong information. These should be the ones controlled by the CIA.
The only reason why terrorist organizations are waiting for us to bomb."
"wrong information?"
"Yes, General," Atero explained, "The information they obtained marked a dozen terrorist bases that had nothing to do with our attack targets, and the New Federal CIA focused their attention there."
"Isn't it done by your Military Intelligence Bureau?"
"If we want to report it to the superiors, then I must say that after our unremitting efforts, in fact... this is Hanton's own strength."
It was only at this moment that Atero realized what this meant.
White Ghost has a secret technical team. This is something everyone knows. This technical team is mysterious and mysterious, but it has very rich network resources. Eighty percent of the credit for White Ghost’s current popularity must be attributed to it.
This team.
Now, the team shows its stronger side.
It directly misled the CIA of the New Federation, recognized as the strongest intelligence organization in the galaxy.
The third uncle's old eyes narrowed slightly and he murmured: "Infiltration of the two major intelligence agencies of the Empire and the New Federation, and using information gaps to control the liberal chauvinistic organizations supported by the New Federation's CIA. This is
What he's going to show us today."
"Third uncle," Atero said, "there is still some information provided by the Military Intelligence Agency..."
The third uncle frowned and looked at Atero, who just laughed.
"I think," Artro said sternly, "I just feel this way personally. Hanton doesn't want to put pressure on us, but wants to tell us...well, I don't know how to explain it, but at least,
Third uncle, there is absolutely no problem with my position. Today’s live broadcast was mainly arranged by him.”
"Okay, let's go back."
The third uncle waved his hand.
At this time, in the battle screen projected on the virtual screen, the white ghost, which had been advancing smoothly, encountered some troubles.
There were more than sixty modified warriors wearing exoskeleton mechas, working with ten micro-unmanned combat mechas, to set up checkpoints on Yang Ming's way.
The white ghost threw away the laser rifle in his hand and picked up a lightsaber in each hand.
Buzz——
The light blade unfolds!
Two lights, one red and one blue, illuminate the dim corridor.
Yang Ming walked quickly and suddenly turned the corner in front. A violent storm of laser light and ion beams appeared directly in front of him.
The red light film around Yang Ming surged outwards, and he jumped up, dodging most of the attacks as if he was flying over a wall, and cut into the defense line with his lightsaber.
When the lightsaber cut off an arm covered with exoskeleton armor at close range, the intensity of the battle escalated again.
Yang Ming felt like he was in a deserted place.
The red light film was constantly splashed with hot blood.
Those reformed people from the New Federation seemed to be weak wooden men in front of the imperial soldiers.
Screams came and went;
Those voices shouting "White Ghost" into the communication device could not reach the ears of other terrorists at all.
Fortunately, the live broadcast perspective this time is Yang Ming’s first perspective.
——Boss Yang mainly wants to give the military generals an immersive feeling.
If Atro's third uncle were to see the leaders of terrorist organizations at the bottom of the base who were unaware of the imminent disaster, I don't know what this empire's meritorious general would think.
The information these leaders received was:
'The battle situation is basically under control. There are not many imperial fleets on the periphery, and the New Federation's support fleet is on its way.'
'The ship with the hangar hidden at the bottom is safe and reliable.'
'The security gates of various departments have been lowered, and this small group of soldiers from the empire's secret force will be blocked in the middle level of the base.'
Etc., etc.
The battle in the live broadcast became increasingly bloody.
The empire's ghost warriors seemed to be aroused with ferocity, and their attacks became more and more fierce. They showed no mercy to the more and more desperadoes on the road ahead, and occasionally began to use their mental power to create shocks to improve their killing efficiency.
Fighters throughout the base were surging towards his direction.
The lightsaber in Yang Ming's hand formed a two-color whirlwind, harvesting the lives of these soldiers and stimulating the nerves of the senior generals of the Imperial Military.
However, just to this extent, it is obvious that these generals cannot be suppressed.
The combat effectiveness that Yang Ming has shown so far is not much different from that of the empire's top super-modifiers.
not enough.
Deterrence is not enough.
But it doesn't matter, the plan formulated by Ritsu includes steps for him to fully unleash his strength.
Yang Ming also wanted to see what kind of power he had now after defeating the Queen's body.
Ding ding!
The information given by Lu appeared in front of Yang Ming's eyes.
[Boss, there is a big fish here. Through their artificial transmission of information, they have just identified the leader of the Free Chauvinists. The retired senior agent of the New Federation, the old man with an inexplicable code name, is at the bottom of the base. ]
[This man has direct evidence that the New Federation cultivated a liberal chauvinist terrorist organization, and he himself is a member of the New Federation.]
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly.
New Federation?
This is a good opportunity to deflect conflicts.
…
Inexplicable.
This is the name Greenbrough gave himself on a whim one afternoon sixty-three standard galactic years ago, and he continues to use it today.
He doesn't want people to know who he is.
He didn't even want his former family and friends to know that at the age of thirty-five, he gave up the high-paying job he had found in the New Federation, gave up his dream, and embarked on the path he is on now.
'What on earth made me decide to become one of them?'
Inexplicably, he was sitting in a wheelchair, staring at the pond in the "courtyard", and began to think about this question that he had asked himself countless times.
He is on the thin side, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is skinny. Due to too many injuries in his early years and too many treatments using cell activation therapy, he is now less than a hundred years old and has already entered the twilight years of his body.
In the past two years, inexplicably, he has often told his cronies, followers, and believers that he has only a few years left to live, in order to encourage the ambitions of these young people.
But in reality, who is willing to give up this hard-won life easily?
Rumble——
The ceiling was shaking slightly.
The courtyard and pond were shaking slightly, and then the whole room returned to its original appearance, with the silver-white walls emitting a faint light.
The inexplicable old man turned his head and looked aside, and several of his close men immediately moved forward, waiting for a response.
"Is the ship ready?"
"Please rest assured that nothing will happen to you."
"We only need to wait for the support fleet of the New Federation to arrive, and we can eject from the inside and quickly escape the encirclement of the imperial fleet."
The old man nodded. He was about to say something to encourage them, but his expression was a little dull.
He heard a familiar singing voice.
Not only this old man, but also the leaders of the organizations on the side all showed the same expression, and their eyes became empty.
The old man tried to stand up, and the wheelchair under his butt levitated on its own, carrying him to the corridor...