Pan Galactic Age

Chapter 782 The Unfree President
Just when he made up his mind to sit down and adjust his breath again, his personal communication suddenly rang.

Yuan Ke was startled suddenly, knowing that there were not many people he was communicating with. When he looked down, his expression changed drastically. It turned out to be a message from Zhan Tianqing's secretary.

Is there something wrong?
He hesitated for a moment, but still clicked on the communication carefully.

There were only a few hundred words of short content on it, and Yuan Ke's pupils shrank with just a quick scan.

Without hesitation, he pressed the emergency communication module inside the Ninth Army.

……

Genesis calendar, April 6695, 12, 16 o'clock

Wasteland Star Field, Giant Crest, Minekawa Galaxy, Minekawa Free State Capital Star, Presidential Palace.

The victory of the frontline war did not make President Hu Ming feel relaxed at all. He knew that the Cao family would not let it go, and the Estar Federation behind it would not let it go.

This kind of victory will only make the enemy angry. I am afraid that the next attack will be even more fierce. For the army led by Jing Changsheng, I am afraid...

The only thing we can hope for now is that one day has passed, as long as we fight for another day, most of the personnel and important wealth of the Fengchuan Free Country Government can be evacuated from Fengchuan Star to Wasteland Star Domain and Broken Star Domain went to the border.

As long as these sparks are left behind, it might be a dream for Feng Chuan to make a comeback in the future!
The secret evacuation in the early stage was completed, and the government officially announced the temporary evacuation plan a few hours ago, which is equivalent to declaring that the war situation is not optimistic.

Tan Cong, the director of the Department of Foreign Affairs, was scolded by the people for unknown reasons, and was almost classified as a courtier, saying that his failed foreign policy led to the outbreak of the war.

Tan Cong, who was carrying such a big scapegoat, was under great pressure. He was blocked by angry people in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and couldn't get out. On the contrary, the presidential palace was peaceful. Only tens of thousands of people spontaneously gathered in the surrounding squares and streets to express their support for the president. .

Although the government's evacuation plan made the people panic, Hu Ming showed up frequently and made clear his determination to be with all the people. In the hearts of the people, as long as the president is still there, they will feel more at ease.

Another live broadcast was completed, and the staff carefully withdrew from the presidential strike. Hu Ming, who was energetic in front of the camera, completely relaxed. He is not very old, 67 years old is in his prime, and he is even a little young, but for a while The pressure from the past had made him visibly aged a lot.

The life secretary at the side saw Hu Ming's changes in his eyes, his eyes were a little red, and he said softly: "Take a break, you have been working for 57 hours..."

Hu Ming was stunned, and woke up from his thoughts: "...Give me a dose of Qiangshen injection."

The life secretary suppressed tears: "You can't use Qiangshen Needle any more. The doctor told you not to use Qiangshen Needle for more than 3 shots in a row. You have already used 7 shots... This kind of thing is overdrawing your vitality!"

In the end, he still couldn't hold back, his voice choked up.

Hu Ming shook his head: "No! At this time, I can't rest!"

As he spoke, he stood up and patted the young man on the shoulder: "You have worked hard these days, and the people in the presidential palace have also started to evacuate. If the front line has not fallen by this time tomorrow, you can follow along."

The young secretary of life surged with strong emotions, and blurted out: "I'm not going anywhere, I'll be where you are!"

Hu Ming looked at the flushed and emotional young man, and said earnestly: "Fengchuan's future needs you young people to work hard, and we people... are the first steps, paved for you. The road, unfortunately, cannot be paved any further..."

"There must be a turning point..." The young man smelled a hint of ominousness from Hu Ming's words, and tried his best to control himself not to think about it, and finally said words that he didn't even believe.

Hu Ming turned around and walked to the window. From here, one could see crowds of people outside the presidential palace in the distance. People were gathering there, and even held small concerts and other activities.

It's a pity that the distance is too far to hear anything. His eyes continue to look into the distance. The aircraft in the distant sky are busy. Many fast-moving and powerful people who don't want to be ruled by the Jimei Group have begun to drag their families. Evacuated.

Perhaps it is due to the frequent wars in these years and the experience of family relocation before the establishment of the Minekawa Free State. This time after the government announced the withdrawal, the expected large-scale panic did not happen, but it relieved the military and police who came with additional troops. No small amount of stress.

This is only the capital planet, and it is more convenient for residents living in the space of various galaxies to evacuate. There have been words like "never leave a single stitch to the enemy" on the Internet.

The people are determined to leave an empty shell for the Jimei Group, and they are determined not to leave a grain of rice to the enemy!

Hu Ming finally fixed his eyes on the end of the sky, where the huge body of the near-orbit space station could be vaguely seen: "You have been following me, and you know many things very well in your heart. With the assistance of the Tianxin Legion, I am afraid that it will be difficult to compete with the Estal Federation... As people in the wasteland star field, as the masters of this Fengchuan Free Country, we cannot control our own destiny. This is because we are a small force. His sorrow is the sorrow of all of us."

The words were short, revealing endless helplessness.

The tears in the eyes of the young man behind him couldn't help but fall: "Then tell me, how should we go?"

Hu Ming let out a long sigh: "Based on our current situation, the best choice for self-protection is to unite with other forces to form a stable political, economic and military alliance. However, this matter involves too much, at least the truly stable alliance is in the eighteen star fields. nonexistent……"

"Didn't it mean that the pan-galactic cosmic community is coming to help us fight against the invaders?" The young man was still unwilling.

"Indeed, the Pan-Galactic Cosmic Community is a very good choice. However, the Estal Federation is involved in the Star Alliance. If you do not join the Star Alliance, you will not be able to gain a real foothold in this world after all. The Star Alliance does not allow other forces to challenge it. Authoritative, this matter is not that simple." Hu Ming said slowly, "Even if our allies can help us repel the invasion, the best result is to maintain the status quo. Let others butcher!"

The young man is silent. He has never thought about these issues. He has always thought that the president is omnipotent here, but in reality, the president is still struggling, and the pressure he is under is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

(End of this chapter)