Earth Invasion

Chapter 327
After listening to Sophie's report, Dongfang Hao was silent for several minutes, and only after a while did he say a word.

"Good fellow, everyone says that you have a bad face and no good intentions. The ancients never deceived me."

What a bad analogy, Sophie couldn't help pouring all the coffee on his head.After staying in the sky for almost two months, it is a wonderful thing to be able to rest in a place with gravity.Although it is winter in Selaronte, it is still a good way to spend time seeing the snow scene in Bestobel.Since last year, Bestobie has built a huge alpine ski resort under the suggestion of Yang Zhiyuan. The snow here is abundant in winter and there is no too strong cold wind. It is a good place to build a snow sports resort
The ski resort built last year only entertained some soldiers on Sirius and people from the space circle who came from the Fairy Continent.There are also some NATO tourists who have found their own way to transfer from Sirius.And this year, Prime Minister Ray Fonce gritted his teeth and made an advertisement in SCO, and the Selaronte government welcomed a large wave of Chinese who didn't know where to go to spend their holidays and extra currency in their hands.There are only so few interesting places and tourist areas on earth, and they are overcrowded.In order not to go out to watch people's heads play, many Chinese began to take long vacations for one or two consecutive years, and then saved one and a half years of vacation and traveled 6000 light-years away to play.

Although the Selaronte Alliance is still at war with NATO, Sirius' guns are where we can spend our money.These tourists who came out with the whole family did not believe that the idiots of NATO dared to make troubles at this time.

The people on Glide No. [-] are also relaxing at this time. After all, according to Dongfang Hao's plan, in the next year or so, they will carry out extreme hunting at the distance from the wormhole to Jupiter.The physical and mental exhaustion is indescribable.So before that, they had to play around enough before talking.

Zhang Mai didn't come, he didn't go to deal with his triangle relationship.After that meeting, Her Royal Highness Princess Ann Rivendell Sifah never saw him again.Mademoiselle Ida Ursin Durrochem only saw him as a courtesy.Usually, Wan Jia was by his side.The place he is going to today is the public cemetery, not only for Wannjia, but also for paying homage.

The public cemetery on the outskirts of Bestobe is even bigger.Around the goal, people planted a lot of tall trees.All tombs have been renovated.The Assyrians did not have the habit of building tombs.They just sprinkled the ashes, covered it with a stone slab, and then carved the name of the deceased.

Just had a heavy snowfall.Almost all the tombstone slabs in the cemetery were covered. Fortunately, the slabs were thick enough to read the names of the deceased from the side.

The petals of the stored Yongzhi flowers are blown into the sky, and the cold north wind blows these white petals like snowflakes to the tombstones all over the mountains and plains.Wannjia in a long black dress walked slowly through the cemetery.The people who died here were all sacrificed in the battle with the people on Earth.Most of them had no ashes, and some had a patch of hair or a piece of clothing on their body.More than nothing.

"There are still many people, not even tombstones." Crouching down, Wan Jia gently brushed the snow off a tombstone, revealing the writing on the tombstone.

Norman Sadik.

Sarah Allahman Puyol.

Beneath this tombstone were only Sarah's ashes, and her husband had become one with the land in the Silverpine Forest.

"My tombstone is in Gaktuso." Wan Jia slightly smoothed the messy hair on his forehead, "It's just that I can't go and see it with my own eyes."

Zhang Mai did not speak, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, which he ordered in the Fairy Continent, and Selaronte had a liaison office in the space circle, so he entrusted Xiuer to order this bouquet of flowers, and today, he There are also people who want to pay homage.

On the edge of the cemetery, there is a newly erected tombstone with a line of names engraved crookedly on it.

Kufyu Aurelian Brownick.

This was engraved by her friend, Askru himself.

Putting the bouquet in front of the tombstone, Zhang Mai felt a sad emotion in his heart.Another young and fresh life disappeared.

"We pray for peace every day, but wars happen every day." Sighing softly, he placed the last flower in front of the sculpture in the cemetery.

It is a sculpture of the Unknown Warrior, a warrior lying on the grass with his hands on his chest, and behind him is the goddess of the moon holding a wreath.

After bowing to the sculpture of the unknown soldier, Zhang Mai and Wan Enjia left the public cemetery, and they will return to Earth in a civilian spaceship.Everyone on Gliding No. [-], which is similar to that played in Bestobie, is about to set off.Shure Stink also brought his mother to the airport of Fairy Continent.

While they were all running towards their goals, another group of people on the earth were also discussing future strategies.

Wall Street is still the same virtue. In the past few hundred years, many buildings have been torn down and rebuilt. However, with the ingenuity of architects, this street that has "growth" a lot still maintains the same as it was centuries ago. Style, except for those laser beams that keep streaking across the night sky.

It's not a holiday like Thanksgiving or Christmas, but this short street is crowded with people and all kinds of fireworks are flying around.

Policemen in Manhattan are forming a line of defense, using shields in their hands to block the crowd of demonstrators who are about to rush towards the stock exchange.The dark blue police PA and the uniform red uniforms of the parade complement each other.The black slender-waisted bee hovered over the street, and the Gatling cannon at the tail was facing the marching people.If it opened fire, the crowd below could only shed blood.

"Gentlemen, I don't think we have time to hesitate." In the large conference room of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York, a director pushed open the window and watched the red crowd in the parade from afar.They held up banners, carried portraits of Marx, Che Guevara and ***, and carried red lanterns to protest the financial policies of the Federal Reserve and the European Central Bank.In their slogans, the two Chinese characters for "revolution" are particularly eye-catching.The pungent smell of fireworks has gone up to more than ten floors. One can imagine how many fireworks these parades have set off.

Similar marches took place in London, Paris, and Brussels.The patches of red on the map almost make people think that they have returned to the 20s and 6s of the 70th century.

"True communists fight consciously. These parade guys are just worried about their stocks, jobs, and all kinds of bonds and installments in their hands. It's far from that red ghost." One of the directors, who seemed to have studied various works of Marx, sneered at the crowd of parades in the street.

"Compared to nihilism, I am more worried about these guys who are unemployed and go to the streets because of the bankruptcy of financial assets such as stocks and bonds. They will do anything for money." Another director had a thick cigar in his mouth, It's puffing away.

"Can we discuss with the rotating presidency of the SCO to increase the share of imports?" said a young man leaning on a high-back chair and looking at his personal terminal.

"Are you kidding?" The director who was watching the parade crowd from the window turned his head and sneered at the young man.

"Import quotas, how much employment can those import quotas increase? Ah no, maybe you can make those movie stars and singers under your media company popular, but those people below will stop marching because of these? Wake up."

The director looked very angry. He loosened the tie around his collar, sat down on the chair angrily, and banged the ring on the table with his finger.

"Look at what we have done over the years! We sing songs for the Chinese, we make movies for the Chinese, we also dance for them, make wine for them, and perform talk shows for them! 22 rich people are full on the court Sweating profusely, chasing a ball and running around on a large grass field, just to get some endorsement fees! What is the difference between us and those gypsies who juggled and belly danced for noble lords in the age of chivalry! "

"What's wrong with that? The cost of investing in a singer is much lower than the cost of investing in a factory or a farm. The profit we get from exporting a 120-minute movie is higher than the profit of a space factory in a year. And , The raw materials for our construction of a space factory still need to be mined from the asteroid belt by SCO. The cost of their mining is much lower than ours. Why should we be profited twice by the other party? Why not invest in these singers and movie stars, anyway, they sell A signed T-shirt is enough to consume the maintenance materials of many communities for a year. Isn’t this a very good thing. I don’t know why you are angry?”

"You..." The young man's preemptive response made the gentleman gasp, but he couldn't utter a single rebuttal.

It is the nature of capital to pursue profits, and what this young man did is understandable.The gentleman had to find another explanation.

"Where are we going to get enough jobs for the mob like this!"

"Isn't there a lot there!?" The young man stood up, walked to a huge model of the Assyrian planet in the room, and then turned this globe-like thing around!
"Just like you said, we must make up our minds quickly. We must give these mobs a job, and then we must take the land on the Assyrian planet!"

"It's easy to say!" said the old man with a cigar in his mouth. "The space circle on the contract has been playing against us on the issue of the Nebula Continent! We only want us to take over a small area including the Blackfield area. What kind of Assyrian autonomous region does the north of Kilcoyne want us to use! Without the Clover Land area, we can’t even get the grain and meat needed for the immigration project, so what about immigration!”

"So our politicians must make up their minds! It's time for our military to pay their allegiance to the interests of the United States and its allies. We not only want to take Cloverland, we also want to destroy Selaronte! The entire Nebula Continent must It belongs to us, so that we can have enough land to develop the outer continent of Assyria, and completely exclude SCO!"

"Mr. Einhorn, don't you realize that you are too arrogant?" an old man at the other end of the table said, "In your eyes, the United States and its allies can fight against the monster and the monster in the east at the same time." Alliance of traitors in space?!"

"Alliance?! Mr. Gross? What alliance are you talking about? SCO and D.S.A? Let's not talk about whether the monster in the East is a real monster or a toy made by a group of half-hearted guys. If it’s really a monster, it’s really in an alliance with those guys in the sky?”

"What do you mean!?" Everyone in the room frowned.The enormous force of the twelve SCO Star Destroyers made them feel that there would be no good fruit for them to keep up with the SCO, but this arrogant young man planned to go to war directly?This is a good question to ask.

After all, these people are adventurers and gamblers. In their eyes, a war in which tens of thousands of people die is worth gambling.Even if the sky fleet is wiped out, it is just a matter of reapproving the budget and then building it, which may increase some employment percentages.

"Well, we need to listen to the opinions of professionals." Mr. Einhorn smiled strangely, "That professional is just watching soap operas in my car, why don't we let him analyze it? ?”

The crowd nodded.

After a while, a man wearing his signature silver glasses walked into the room.

"This is the intelligence chief of the United States and its allies, Mr. Bernadette Cornelius, why not let him analyze it for us."

　Shit, I might open the sunroof this month
　　
　
(End of this chapter)