But now, nearly eight years had passed since the Dragonhawk 3rd Corps left the Fatches Star System, and its sudden return spelled major trouble; he felt utterly unprepared.
Salihoovich’s words continued, "The Alliance’s troops will not set foot on Fatches’ territory. I believe, you wouldn’t allow such a situation to occur either. As for munitions, supplies, the Alliance is willing to secretly provide them to you, but with the Star Sea’s blockade, it is difficult for vessels to pass..." Your next read is at freewebnovel
"Excuses," Minnick said coldly, "the Gu Commercial Firm is yours, and the Tianma Fleet belongs to the fiancée’s family of your Planetary Governor. If you want to transport goods, just turn a blind eye, and no one will be the wiser."
"But..."
"No more buts, I’m sick of your excuses. Supplies! Supplies! Supplies! From food to daily necessities; from regular industrial products to munitions! We’re about to urgently conscript an army of over twenty million, and the Alliance must shoulder part of the demand! The Alliance and Fatches have a secret alliance relationship; that’s what you promised!"
With a troubled face, but under the fierce wrath of Family Head Minnick, Salihoovich had no choice but to reluctantly reply, "It’s difficult, I need Mr. Gu to issue the order personally. However, I assure you that I will do my utmost to facilitate this."
"Then go get it done quickly!"
Bowing, Salihoovich left.
Walking in the palace, he wore a frown.
But in reality, his heart was bursting with joy.
"He believed it, he actually believed it!!!"
...
Inside Tianma Palace on Flying Wing Star,
Martin Nelli, Pei Desi, and a circle of high officials from the Star Sector Government gathered.
At this moment, panic was unmistakably etched on their faces.
Fatches had rebelled... they had actually rebelled!
"How dare they? How dare they?!" Pei Desi still looked incredulously disbelieving.
In his view, such an option had never existed.
As a Planetary Governor, as an Imperial bureaucrat, he had never dared to imagine that someone would actually dare to rebel!
It was an option that should never exist, a suicidal move, an unimaginably desperate choice.
Was it a death wish?
He knew that they had pushed Fatches too hard. But before this, he and Martin Nelli and the others had not only felt no concern; they were quite pleased with themselves.
Updat𝓮d from frёewebnoѵēl.com.
Their expectation was that Fatches would struggle futilely and fail and then come groveling to negotiate terms. They might even concede a few points, perhaps drastically lower the fines, and could even annul the accusations against them for violating the Smart Mechanisms ban—as long as Fatches bowed down before them.
But now, Fatches had actually started a rebellion, expelled the tax officers, and blockaded the Star System!
After their initial reaction of shock, their second reaction was joy—wasn’t this a legitimate reason to obliterate Fatches?
Thus, the inevitable third reaction followed: bewilderment.
Of course, obliterating Fatches, easier said than done, but who would obliterate them?
The Star Sector Government?
No troops, no leaders.
Flying Wing Star?
They only had the Planetary Defense Force, could they defeat Fatches’ forces? And how would they get there?
The Star Domain Government?
Martin Nelli made a phone call and got an earful.
"...You deal with the mess you’ve created! Every single penny of the Star Domain Government is precious and will not be spent cleaning up after you! No matter what, the Imperial Tax must not decrease! The six billion Fatches has to pay this term, as well as the six billion for every future term, must be stable! Fatches’ actions are a clear rebellion and must be subdued, and the traitors must be punished!"
"But..."
"No buts! If you can’t handle it, then you deal with it yourself!"
With that cold statement, the communication came to an end.
What to do?
Martin Nelli’s face turned ashen.
"...Quick, call Gu Hang!"