Yang Ming chuckled, "They couldn't hold on, and ten percent of that was because I pushed them from behind."
Emilia was taken aback, "Why?"
"Because Wind couldn't be the first to stand up against the Empire," Yang Ming said calmly, "Whoever stands up first will be the scapegoat, the sacrificial chicken as a warning to the monkey."
Emilia pursed her lips slightly, "But if we sacrifice the people of other countries to satisfy ourselves, isn't that the sa as hegemony?"
"Emilia, a ruler cannot be benevolent."
Yang Ming said seriously,
"Even if I didn't give them a push, they would have reached a point of collapse.
"We are the vested interests and can offer them humanitarian aid — I an, we can take the opportunity to absorb the population and resources of these two vassal states, and then take the chance to strike the core of the Sherman Empire's vassal system.
"The next mbers that the Wind Alliance wants to develop are those vassal states with larger populations and superior resources. I've already made preparations."
Emilia quietly contemplated, looking sowhat gloomy.
"I still feel that if we can rely on ourselves to achieve victory, then there's really no need…"
"Emilia, your thinking is suitable for governance, not expansion."
Yang Ming sighed,
"When you're with , you subconsciously show that side of yours, gentle, emotional, fortunately, not indecisive.
"I won't impose any responsibilities on you, but the future of the Wind Alliance needs a helmsman, and I hope that helmsman would be you... I promised your brother that you would be the queen after the restructuring of the Luofeng Empire."
"But," Emilia slightly pursed her lips, "I don't want these things. As a bounty hunter, I've always wanted us to liberate Wind and then leave together to explore the Milky Way… sorry, I an, I'll beco your apprentice."
"Your head is a bit too romantic."
Yang Ming walked to the porthole, gazing at the starry sky outside,
"Maintaining an inheritance is harder than starting a business.
"To keep the purity and integrity of the Wind Alliance we created, a strong ruler is necessary.
"This Milky Way is chaotic, with various ideologies mixed together. Wind needs to prevent the old privileged class's resurgence, suppress the birth of a new privileged class, and amidst the sches of so many political bodies and politicians, protect its own interests.
"Emilia, I once told you that when the ti cos, I will leave Wind.
"Actually, to be precise, I was chosen by the Faya people, and I will go to the high-dinsional world. I already foresee that this day is not far away.
"The independence and reform of the Luofeng Empire are not just the ideals of you and your brother, Emilia."
Yang Ming turned to look at the continually pondering Emilia,
"It's also the spiritual pursuit of my ideals."
"I think I understand," Emilia said with so loss, lowering her head and sighing softly but quickly pulling herself together, "then let's work hard together! I will definitely beco an excellent ruling official!"
"Hmm, don't learn from your Sister Mimili," Yang Ming clicked his tongue, "when she first inherited her father's pirate ship, she embezzled public funds to buy a bunch of beauty devices, and her ambitious subordinates took the opportunity to exile her."
Emilia: ...
"Is this Mimili's scandalous past?"
"Mm-hmm," Yang Ming rolled up his sleeves, "co on, let's discuss how we should retaliate against the Sherman Empire's mission."
Emilia, this princess who had previously ordered the collision with the New Federation's supply ship, was sowhat shocked at the mont, "Do we want to attack the Sherman Empire's mission?"
"What's wrong with attacking them?"
Yang Ming smiled and said,
"As long as we pay attention to the thod, it won't arouse the Empire's suspicion. We need to prove our determination to the upper echelons of the Guel Alliance."
...
That man.
Oh, that man...
Duoduo Moduo, the chief of staff, sat quietly in his secret chamber, with an empty wine glass before him and a few trusted subordinates by his side.
Every Pioneer can gather a few trusted aides, there's nothing extraordinary about that.
Duoduo Moduo was feeling sowhat lancholic.
Because he sensed a kind of unfairness.
Why could the White Ghost be so powerful, far stronger than them?
That General Yang Ming is a subordinate of the White Ghost, and the Wind Alliance is a vassal force of the White Ghost, whose foundation still resides within the Empire.
Duoduo Moduo could completely imagine now:
Once the ti is right and the Empire erupts into complete chaos, White Ghost returns like a king, raising his arm, surely able to swiftly rally troops, gather the populace, and launch a destructive assault on the Imperial noble class.
White Ghost now could potentially beco the new king of this behemoth political entity, the Empire.
Compared to these, the rapidly developing Wind Alliance is indeed only a wing of the White Ghost.
A wing that has beco fully fledged.
Is this fair?
The Faya people claim absolute fairness, strictly adhering to the rules they set, yet they cultivated such a first Pioneer.
The New Federation's senator isn't worth ntioning compared to White Ghost.
Even he himself, the one who beca the Chief of Staff of the Guel Alliance army due to a weak first life and a lucky second life, couldn't compare to White Ghost.
Additionally, Pioneer No.5 is already under White Ghost's control.
The mysterious Fourth Pioneer should be sowhere within the Free Federation, perhaps already collaborating with White Ghost.
Duoduo Moduo sighed and poured himself another drink.
He started to worry about the future fate of his ho planet.
His ho planet, which already didn't have much advantage, with a population of billions, and a very lax social environnt;
Though a united governnt was established, the topics discussed by this united governnt were no different from the social reality of the Guel Alliance — various political correctness.
Greedy capital controls the economy and culture, exploiting human laziness, leveraging people's hedonistic nature to repeatedly collect the surplus labor value of workers, and classify people based on wealth, harvesting wave after wave of thriving new assets.
Under the atmosphere of national entertainnt and entertainnt to death, their warriors' willingness to fight is very weak.
Although facing a life and death crisis can surely stimulate so people's fighting spirit, it's still only a part.
Duoduo Moduo fully understands how important a good social atmosphere and a positive social environnt are to the upcoming civilization assessnt.
"Alas..."
Duoduo Moduo sighed heavily.
"Sir," a nearby general asked with his head down, "is there sothing bothering you?"
"Nothing," Duoduo Moduo shook his head, "just feeling a bit unwilling… how's the investigation on Wind going?"
"According to our investigation, the internal military forces of the Wind Alliance have indeed been highly integrated..."
A few trusted aides began to narrate intelligence regarding Wind.
Duoduo Moduo listened carefully, occasionally nodding or pondering deeply.
Soon he reached a conclusion — what Yang Ming said was not a fabrication.
'How did that guy do it, he and I were supposed to be on a similar tiline... did he directly inherit so hidden large force? Or perhaps found so ancient ruins? Finding ancient ruins through ga information seems a very plausible scenario.'
Duoduo Moduo kept muttering to himself.
He already began to formulate how to write a morial to the Pri Minister.
Buzz, buzz!
The ergency communicator at Duoduo Moduo's side suddenly vibrated.
He imdiately put down the wine glass, solemnly clicked the communicator button, and a half-length image of an officer appeared before him.
"Go ahead, Colonel."
"Chief of Staff! A large number of cha and commando units have taken off from the Wind formation! They are heading towards the Sherman Empire's formation!"
Duoduo Moduo's mouth twitched.
"Ask them what they intend to do! These bastards! Can't they just be a little honest?"
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