Mid-July of Galactic Calendar 3034
Zhao Chen received urgent intelligence from Charlotte's side, originating from within the Revolutionary Army in Warhammer.
"It seems the time has come." Zhao Chen looked at the contents of the intelligence report; the situation he wanted to see had already occurred.
Charlotte's long absence from the Revolutionary Army has given rise to some ideas among certain factions within the army, which are now on the table.
"Lilith, get ready."
"Let's begin our next battle plan," Zhao Chen said, looking at Lilith.
"Yes." Lilith began to make the necessary arrangements.
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Warhammer Starfleet: United States of America - Holy Feathers
This is one of the eighteen star systems in Warhammer.
Originally, this star field was controlled by two major tribes: the Harpy tribe and the Golden Eagle tribe.
Originally, the Golden Eagle tribe controlled 50% of this star system, the Harpy tribe controlled 35%, and the remaining 10% of the star system was home to some small and medium-sized tribes.
However, at present, 20% of the starfield territory of the Golden Eagle tribe has been captured and controlled by the Revolutionary Army, and the Harpy tribe has also been forced to give up some of its starfield territory.
Therefore, the entire Holy Feather Starfield is currently under the control of 3331.
Perhaps because the Golden Eagle tribe and the Harpy tribe were among the weaker of the twenty major tribes, the Revolutionary Army's headquarters were temporarily located in this star system.
Meanwhile, a heated debate is taking place at the Revolutionary Army's headquarters.
Revolutionary Army Starport - Revolutionary Army Council
“I think we can negotiate with them now; there’s absolutely no need to continue fighting!” an orc councilor said, slamming his fist on the table.
"Peace talks? Have you forgotten our original intention in establishing the revolutionary army!"
The goal was to completely overthrow the shackles of the old Warhammer era, and now you want to make peace with those tribes!
"You have completely betrayed our alliance!" an elderly orc councilor roared.
Beside the orc senator, a half-orc senator with a chicken's head and a human body whispered, "I think... we should adapt to the times. Things are different now than they were before."
Although our current strength is quite good,... so far the Dragonkin tribe has not actually launched an attack on us.
The power of the Dragonkin tribe is evident to all.
Of the eighteen star systems in our Warhammer universe, the Dragonkin control the equivalent of four star systems, meaning a quarter of the Warhammer territory is under their control.
Even... even if General Charlotte were here, she would agree with our idea of peace talks.
The politician with the chicken head couldn't help but mutter a couple of things at the end.
"No! If my sister were here, she would never let you do this."
Your foolish and cowardly actions have caused our strategic policy to stagnate at this stage, and there have even been cases of avoiding battle and voluntarily abandoning territory on several battlefields.
Delaying a battle can lead to a military court-martial!
"How can you do this to my sister who trusted you?" As Charlotte's representative here, Midor angrily criticized the councilors who advocated for peace talks.
But it's clear that Midor's authority is far less than Charlotte's.
"Hmph, then may I ask where General Charlotte is now?" a female pig-headed senator sneered.
Before anyone could explain, the pig-headed woman continued, "I've heard that General Charlotte is currently fighting for her human master."
Don't forget, she is our Warhammer general.
Not a dog kept by humans!
"What are you saying!" Midel glared angrily at the pig-headed woman.
But one person moved even faster, a black figure leaping directly onto the conference table.
"Xin'er!" A stern voice rang out.
The female pig-headed woman stared in horror at the dagger that was only centimeters from her eyes. The once gentle and refined Miss Black Fox was now like a ferocious tiger with its fur standing on end.
His eyes, filled with murderous intent, were fixed on her.
The female pig-headed woman had no doubt that the black fox girl had really wanted to kill her just now, if it weren't for the black fox clan leader stopping her.
She's probably dead by now.
"If I ever hear you say another word that insults General Charlotte again..."
"My dagger will scrape away the pieces of dead meat from your body, one slice at a time!" Hu Xin'er said coldly, then leaped back to her position.
His expression was indifferent, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.
"Alright, this matter concerns the future of our revolutionary army."
Since everyone has different opinions, I think we should just have a vote.
"The future of our revolutionary army will be decided by the leaders and councilors present here," a half-orc councilor declared.
"I agree."
"Let's take a vote then."
Some people agreed.
Since everyone agreed, the natural next step was to begin preparing the relevant voting procedures.
“That’s strange. From what I understand, those guys shouldn’t be able to get more than half the support in parliament, not even a third.”
"Why did they dare to propose a vote?" Midier looked at Fox Xin'er sitting next to her and asked in a low voice.
Hu Xin'er frowned slightly: "Something's not right, very not right."
Hu Xin'er looked at her mother, who had remained silent on the other side, and began to ask, "Mother..."
"Just watch," the Black Fox Clan Chief said calmly.
Hu Xin'er looked at her mother with a puzzled expression.
The voting process is very simple; everyone just needs to make their choice in front of them.
There are three options.
Refuse to negotiate, negotiate, or abstain.
There were a total of thirty members of parliament present.
Voting begins.
The number of people who refused to negotiate began to increase steadily, soon exceeding fifteen.
Midier stood tall and proud, looking at the group of guys who were trying to negotiate with a defiant expression.
But Hu Xin'er felt something was even more wrong. The voting data clearly showed that peace talks were impossible, but those who proposed peace talks remained unfazed.
There must be something fishy going on!
"Voting is over. I will now announce the results..." Just as an elderly orc was about to announce the voting results.
A voice interrupted him.
“Wait, I don’t think it’s necessary to announce the voting results.” A ram-headed councilor suddenly stood up, his gaze sweeping over all the councilors.
“What do you mean?” Midel questioned.
The sheep-headed senator raised his hand, and an electronic screen appeared in front of him.
The detailed voting data was clearly displayed above, showing who voted for peace talks, who voted against peace talks, and who abstained.
When this page appeared, those members of parliament who had voted for peace talks silently walked behind the sheep-headed member of parliament.
This includes the pig-headed senator who just spoke rudely to Charlotte.
"Old Sheep, what exactly do you mean? What are you trying to do!" Chief Ted stared at the other party. If he still couldn't sense something was wrong at this point, he would truly be a fool.
The sheep-headed councilor, known as Elder Sheep, sneered: "Chief Ted, it's time for a change of dynasty."
If anyone's to blame, it's His Majesty the Dragon Emperor for giving so much.
