From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 617 Glory
Inside the Capitol, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it seemed as if the air could be condensed into substance, and the impeachment resolution turned into the hideous faces of the arguing congressmen.

Although none of the three were present, the resolution was still like a guillotine about to fall, hanging over the heads of Brandon, Trafalgar and Miller.

Multiple charges involving abuse of power, embezzlement of resources and serious violation of democratic procedures were like a bombshell, instantly embroiling them in an unprecedented political vortex. The accusatory documents piled up like a mountain, and every page seemed to tell of the darkness and corruption at the core of federal power, putting them in a desperate situation surrounded by enemies on all sides.

But things didn't go so smoothly.

Although the leaders of the two parties have united all the forces that can be united, the planning of Brandon and Miller over the years has not been in vain.

At the last moment when leaders of both parties thought that the impeachment was "a sure thing", the "lurkers" among the House of Representatives and the Bill Review Committee finally showed up.

The leaders of the two parties originally believed that they could quickly pass impeachment and arrest warrants, but the emergence of these opponents has led to a deadlock. If they rashly start voting and ultimately lead to the failure of impeachment, they will lose the initiative.

Seeing the arguing members of the two parties in the House of Representatives in chaos, the two party leaders looked at each other and saw the deep worry in each other's eyes.
Brandon, the president who once made many grand visions in front of the federal people with high spirits and eloquent words, now stood alone in front of the viewing window with a wide view in the presidential palace.

Outside the window is the capital city, which is bustling and noisy but also hides turbulent waves. The flashing neon lights are intertwined with the vague atmosphere of uneasiness in the streets and alleys.

Although he and Defense Secretary Miller have laid out the "chess pieces" in advance and are trying every means to delay time, Brandon knows that if this problem cannot be solved once and for all, the impeachment review currently taking place may very likely become "daily" in the future.

Inside the President's office, lights that automatically dimmed according to the intensity of sunlight shone on everyone's faces, outlining solemn outlines.

Those who can stand here at this point in time are all his loyal followers and supporters who are as devoted to him as his death warriors.

"Have you contacted Marshal Trafalgar?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, Mr. President, the Marshal and his fleet entered combat silence 12 natural hours ago. We can only contact them after the battle is over."

The director of the President's office quickly glanced at the silent people around him, hesitated for a moment and then continued:
"Excuse me, Your Excellency, but even if we can contact the Marshal right now, he won't be able to get back in time."

"Damn it, they chose this time, did they really plan it?"

The frown on Brandon's brow deepened. He turned his head to look at the officers standing in the office and asked:
"Where's Minister Miller?"

"The minister is currently staying in the Ministry of Defense building. He has previously discovered that some army generals have had too much contact with those congressmen. He is worried that the other party will become desperate, so he is staying in the Ministry of Defense building to stabilize the morale of the troops." said an officer.

Another officer also spoke up at this moment: "Sir, should we notify the Capital Garrison Command in advance and ask them to increase their alert?"

"Yes." Brandon nodded, "At the same time, let the presidential special forces enter combat status."

There was a flash of determination and unwillingness in his eyes, as if at that moment, this member who had always seemed the "weakest" in the "Iron Triangle" had secretly made a vow to fight to the death.

"Mr. President, the impeachment of Congress is coming with great force. Elaine King and Thomas White, these two old foxes, will definitely not give up. How should we deal with it now? If we delay too long, will the other party try some risky actions?"

A military liaison officer who stayed in the President's office suddenly spoke up, with a hint of worry in his voice. Brandon slowly turned around, his eyes like torches, slowly sweeping across everyone's faces, his eyes seemed to contain endless power and determination, his tone was low but as shocking as a bell:
"Elaine King, Thomas White, they are trying to force us into a desperate situation and make us the sinners of federal history! But we can't just sit there and wait for death. The current situation is the result of our hard work over the years, and we must not let it fall into the hands of those who just want to take advantage of the opportunity to reap the benefits! We must rise up and resist to protect everything we have built with our own hands, even if it means risking everything we have!"

Everyone present was shocked. They suddenly realized that this time the impeachment by the leaders of the two parties seemed to have pushed the federal president to another extreme, an extreme from which there would be no turning back.

On the other side, Brandon's speech continued.

"I know that you all have concerns. If you continue to follow me, you will be affected by me when the impeachment becomes effective. I understand this idea very well. So if anyone wants to quit, you can leave this office now. I will never stop you and I will never blame anyone."

Brandon raised his hand and pointed at the door of the President's office. The others present were also in a dilemma at this moment. They didn't know whether they should continue working with Brandon.

What if this president, who has been forced into a desperate situation, does something even crazier?
What if even Marshal Trafalgar, who holds military power, is unable to turn the tide, and the 'Iron Triangle' is eventually forced to step down or even arrested because of impeachment? What should these people do?
But not everyone is willing to be the first to stand out at this moment, and humans are a race with a very serious "herd effect". After discovering that no one else is leaving, even those who want to leave will choose to stay.

At the last moment, the new Secretary of State, who was closest to the door, walked slowly towards the door under everyone's gaze.
Then he locked the door of the office.

"Mr. President, we are willing to follow your lead."

Seeing this scene, Brandon felt much more at ease. After calming down, he said in a deep voice:

"Thank you, everyone. Although I cannot promise you anything, I can tell you that the night before dawn is indeed long, but the glory after dawn will last for a long time. And I, Brandon, will never enjoy this glory alone. Even if I fail in the end, I will not let you bear the responsibility for this crime!"

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After hearing this, everyone present took a deep breath almost at the same time, and then straightened their chests, as if silently swearing an oath to Brandon's words. The atmosphere in the room instantly became extremely solemn, and a feeling of sharing the same hatred and fearlessness of death quickly spread in this small space.

The officer with the highest rank and responsibility present finally took a step forward.

After he saluted Brandon, he said in a shocking voice:
"Please give the order, Mr. President!"

Brandon looked around at everyone, nodded, and gave the order:

"Although I can't contact Marshal Trafalgar right now, and Minister Miller has to stay at the Ministry of Defense and can't provide support, I won't just sit there and wait for death."

Brandon looked at the director of the president's office, who immediately raised his head after noticing his gaze.

"Prepare a public speech as quickly as possible. I authorize you to use all the channels under our control. You don't need to worry about other star systems, but the capital star system, especially the main star and the special zone, must be covered to the greatest extent!

After the public speech, I will issue a martial law order for the capital in my capacity as president, ordering the capital garrison command to assemble troops, the presidential palace to immediately enter defense mode, all personnel to move to underground bunkers, and set up a temporary command center.

Finally, go and inform Mrs. Paris and her group of "male favorites". We have protected them for so long under the search of other companies, and now it is time for them to contribute."

(End of this chapter)