Darkstone Code

Chapter 1360: Chapter 1359: Decapitation Operation

It’s still difficult to determine if the girls in the Flight Research Institute will eventually obey, but it’s certain that some people are definitely not that obedient.

As July was drawing to a close, with not much time left before August, the major warlords of Mariluo either personally came to the capital or sent full representatives. In short, the entire capital of Mariluo was exuding a sense of urgency.

It looked no different from any other time, but people could feel an indescribable weight, as if a thick layer was pressing down on their chests and heads, creating a feeling of irritability and suffocation.

This was actually a fresh and positive attempt for many warlords.

In the President’s manor, some of the early-arriving warlords had already gathered together.

"...If we can’t get the Federation people to leave our territory, more people will be bought off by them next!"

The speaker was a medium-sized warlord, located not far from Sanchez’s territory, and currently the one in the least optimistic situation.

If the Federation people represented by Sanchez decided to advance northward, he and his territory would be the first to face them.

Under the premise of the Federation’s advantage in three-dimensional warfare, he and others couldn’t form any effective resistance!

Facts had already proven that as long as the bombers flew frequently, there was nothing that couldn’t be destroyed!

He loudly asserted his opinion.

"You should take a look at the south, now the economic crops that the Federation is promoting have already bought off a lot of people."

"Not only do they not view the Federation as invaders, but they also cooperate well with them."

"During the coldest part of the winter, they even directly fled south, and those Federation border guards didn’t stop them!"

"This situation is spreading northward, and similar situations have emerged in my territory. If we can’t quickly curb the spread of this phenomenon, soon we will all face the same situation!"

The Federation was paying higher prices for those economic crops, which led to many Mariluo people putting down their weapons and returning to the fields.

Joining the warlords was essentially for a meal and to protect themselves and their families.

But now the situation was very pessimistic, as the Federation became a pain for all the warlords. God knows when the bombers would circle over their heads, making joining the warlords dangerous.

Meanwhile, what the Federation did in the south not only met the ordinary Mariluo people’s demands for living but also provided them with a stable living environment.

Most people, in the end, still hoped for a stable life, so these initiatives gained considerable support.

These people then became staunch "defectors." If it weren’t for the fact that obtaining Federation citizenship was no longer as easy as before, some of them would have given up their current nationality and directly turned themselves into Federation people!

These people would even stand on the side of "peace," resisting those warlords who attempted to take them away from their land, as it infringed upon their interests!

The speaking warlord was deeply affected, as over the past year, people from his territory had continuously fled to Sanchez’s side, then opened a piece of land to plant those economic crops.

The Federation was too cunning, not only purchasing the specified economic crops at high prices but also lending various agricultural machinery to Mariluo’s farmers, allowing them to easily complete the plowing, planting, and harvesting.

His words didn’t attract much attention, as those people hadn’t experienced the force, they wouldn’t believe that economic crops could become a decisive factor in stabilizing Mariluo’s situation.

In the Central and North, the confrontation between warlord forces and ethnic groups was still very severe, they didn’t personally feel the pressure from economic crops.

It wasn’t until they really hit their heads against it that anyone could have thought that farming would solve some of Mariluo’s longstanding social issues.

People continually expressed their dissatisfaction with the Federation’s interference in Mariluo’s internal affairs, which was the reason they were forced to sit here.

Beigaao’s strategy was obviously successful, as it made everyone realize that when facing an unbeatable enemy, unity was the only way out.

At this time, people wouldn’t be discussing who was a Mariluo or a Maloluo; the only consideration was how to unify as quickly as possible.

Soon after, Beigaao hurriedly walked in from the outside, and as he entered, everyone stood up.

This was a form of respect.

Perhaps Beigaao didn’t have much of an army or weaponry, but what he was doing at this moment, as well as his future, was worthy of respect.

When Mariluo completed its unification, even if only symbolically, it would be a significant advancement for Beigaao.

"Thank you for coming!" Upon entering the room, Beigaao slightly bowed and continually expressed his gratitude to these warlords, and the warlords, along with the full representatives, returned the gesture.

He was a very gentle person, looking quite like the President of the Federation, without aggression, showing no sharp edges.

He walked to his seat and discussed the matters he had talked about with the major warlords earlier.

"You should all be aware of why I gathered everyone here."

"First, we need to announce that Mariluo has once again unified after internal adjustments. Of course, I also know that this path is actually much harder than we imagined."

"We will tacitly agree to allow everyone to retain their military power, which is my and our sincerity."

"Next, we need to redraw administrative units and regions, Mariluo will be redivided into eleven states..."

These were the results of discussions with the major warlords, who didn’t agree to crowd two or three people into one state, so Beigaao had to divide and reorganize existing administrative areas to meet the demands of the major warlords.

As for what followed, these mid-to-upper-level warlords didn’t care too much; now, whoever dared to expand externally or fire shots would be the common enemy of all!

Under Beigaao’s constant persuasion, everyone had reached a state of mental unity, and their primary task was to drive out the Federation!

A day of exchanges and communication left Beigaao feeling deeply exhausted.

He was no longer young, despite telling his son that his heart was young, his body was already old.

He couldn’t do things tirelessly for days and nights like in his youth; now, just a slight delay in going to bed left his body feeling powerless.

After seeing off the last guest, he sighed and sat on the sofa, his whole body unsupported, leaning against the back of the couch.

His son returned after sending guests away and brought him a glass of wine, "Have a drink, and then rest. You’ve done plenty today!"

The young man was somewhat amazed; he initially thought all of this was impossible, that those warlords couldn’t be reunited around the Central Government, but now it all happened miraculously.

He admired his father; to him, this was his father’s miraculous creation!

Beigaao raised his glass and took a sip; as the alcohol flowed down his throat, warmth began to spread, warming his body and dispelling some exhaustion.

Beigaao leaned back again, "I’m still a bit worried, I don’t think the Federation can be fooled so easily."

He called Sanchez and persuaded him to give the Federation a wrong time.

He could have not done this, but after thinking it over and over, he still did.

Because he lacked time, the whole of Mariluo lacked time; if the Federation decided to act on something and they hadn’t completed the final negotiations, everything would return to square one!

All the efforts and struggles over the years would shatter!

The young man softly reassured, "Only two more to go; if nothing unexpected happens, within a few days Mariluo will be unified again, and it’s all thanks to you, father."

Beigaao waved his hand, "It’s the choice of the times; we only have this path to take, it’s not to my credit. Anyone sitting in my position at this time would do the same as me!"

He breathed a long sigh, "I hope all goes well."

Mariluo, after so many disasters and hardships, should also enjoy peace.

Beigaao finished the wine in his cup, returned to bed, and fell asleep quickly.

Once he was sound asleep, the young man turned to leave and instructed the guards to ensure the Grand President’s safety.

He understood very well that his father’s words were indeed correct; this might just be the choice of the times...

The next day, while having breakfast, the Grand President discovered a piece of news; he liked reading the newspaper during breakfast.

The paper said Peng Jieao’s secret plan had been exposed, and the Sea Fortress had become a combat scheme known worldwide.

The Peng Jieao official stance remained silent, which led many to believe that this news was true.

Seeing this, Beigaao furrowed his brows; from the report, he found that even if people discovered Peng Jieao’s trump card, it would be difficult to prepare against it.

He had seen airplanes, those things soaring high, flying at altitudes beyond most ground weapon ranges, then dropping bombs one after another.

Without any direct contact, they could cause terrible destruction.

"The Federation should be anxious," he instinctively judged; when the scythe of the Death God was in someone else’s hands, even the Federation would find it difficult to deal with.

But soon, he furrowed his brows even more because a thought suddenly struck him: Could this provoke the Federation?

Leading them to do something unexpected?

Meanwhile, outside the capital, a special elite team of the Federation finally secretly crossed half of Mariluo and arrived near the capital.