From Terra to Terra, the Star Emperor's Holiday

Even though he was being insulted, She Lin's tone remained unchanged, and he held a communicator solemnly in his hand.

"...Snake Lord, I am the commander of the Fourth Army..."

"Something has gone wrong with the Checheng plan. I need the Fourth Army to mobilize..."

The voice of Black Snake Kashena came from the communicator.

After the new emperor ascended the throne, Ursus was completely divided internally. The pro-war faction was mostly composed of military aristocrats from the old era who had once enjoyed the dividends of war. The new emperor, who was eager to promote reforms, became a conservative by winning over the new aristocrats who made their fortunes after the great rebellion, and competed with the pro-war faction.

Chernobog was originally a militarized frontier city built during the expansion of Ursus. However, after the Great Rebellion, it was controlled by the emerging nobleman Marquis Boris appointed by the new emperor. It was like a needle stuck in the sphere of influence of the pro-war faction, making them unable to sleep or eat.

The Checheng Plan is to take advantage of the riots of the infected to reshuffle Chernobog, strike at the new emperor and the new aristocratic forces, and at the same time, through border friction, to grab rice from the neighboring Dayan.

Because of the planning of the legendary figure, Grand Duke 'Black Snake' Koschei, almost all the pro-war nobles were waiting for good news, just waiting for a "hurrah" to return to the familiar rhythm of war. How could something unexpected happen suddenly?

"Snake Lord, the Fourth Army can move immediately, but over at Saint Fort."

As an army group that supported the rebels during the Great Heresy, the Fourth Army was not liquidated, but only exiled to the Ursus Tundra. This was because the old nobles' overwhelming influence made the new emperor hesitant to act rashly. However, if they moved around recklessly and were caught...

"That's fine. The Third Army will also begin its movement. Yan Country will annex Dong Country, but the disputed territory between Dong Country and Ursus can still be brought up for discussion."

Kashena's voice paused.

"You will work with the Third Army to eliminate the Tundra Infected Organization. Afterwards, the Third Army will confront Yan Nation at the Eastern Nation's border, citing Yan Nation's illegal expulsion of infected individuals and the border dispute between Ursus and the Eastern Nation during the Blood Peak campaign. Meanwhile, my disguised infected will attack Chernobog and get the plan back on track."

Although she didn't know what happened to Tallulah, Kasheina was still reluctant to give up Tallulah's useful identity. She planned to select elite troops to capture Tallulah when the army was clearing the tundra and put the plan back on track.

The communication was hung up with the excited voice of the army commander. Kashena looked at the quiet Saint Steed Castle outside the window and smiled cruelly.

"Every sacrifice is meaningful. Let Ursus be great again!"

...

In the Maxist District of Columbia, phone calls and letters continued to be sent under the instructions of the President.

"The Special Zone will hold a meeting the day after tomorrow to distribute medication for mineral disease and showcase the new super soldiers. Everyone must be present, travel light and without delay!"

Looking at the replies one after another, the President stroked the little black ball that Si Ye had given him with his wings and nodded with satisfaction.

“It went well…”

...

Listening to the sound of the shower in the bathroom, Si Ye, after finishing his call, lay on the bed in a bathrobe.

Yan Country, Casimir, Kazdel, Columbia, and other countries all received his instructions and began their first cooperative operation under his leadership.

Si Ye knew that after this time, the Terra United Council would take the stage of the Terran nations. He hoped that the leaders of those small nations would be strong enough not to be frightened into having problems.

"Everything is ready…"

Chapter 187 Colombia's [Country]

Columbia Maxxt District

Sakota, a man wearing a cowboy hat, ate the ice cream in his hand and frowned as he looked at the streets in the distance that were cleared by martial law.

Sakota stopped a non-commissioned officer who was in charge of enforcing martial law and dispersing the crowd and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"you…"

The non-commissioned officer who was suddenly caught wanted to make trouble, but when he saw Sakota's face and attire, a hint of flattery quickly appeared on his face.

"So it's Mr. Bridge Clamp from Black Steel International. Are you here for this meeting as well?"

'Bridge Cliff' Cliff, the founder of the military contractor Black Steel International, is a legendary figure who participated in the Colombian War of Independence. Although he has now left the army, due to the huge influence of Black Steel International, some senior military and political leaders are happy to give him face.

"Meeting?"

Cliff continued to eat his ice cream. This was the hobby of Sakta, and even at the age of 90, he still couldn't escape it.

"Yes, you didn't know? I heard that the President had an important announcement to make. All the senior Colombian military officials were in attendance, as were a number of politicians. It was like a grand event for the Vice Presidential election."

The sergeant spoke eloquently, his tone full of envy.

After all, it is said to be an important announcement, but according to Colombian tradition, such meetings are usually cake-sharing meetings, and those who are qualified to participate can usually get a lot of food.

"I just got back from outside Columbia."

Cliff took out a communicator, but it was obviously out of battery after working in the wild for a long time.

"Can I come in?"

"this…"

The sergeant looked a little embarrassed.

Normally, Blacksteel International, as Colombia's largest military contractor, would be qualified to participate in this kind of meeting, but they let Cliff in like this...

A rolled-up stack of Columbia gold pounds was placed in front of the sergeant, and Cliff pointed to the Columbia Convention Center in the distant square inside.

"I'll just go and take a look. If Black Steel International has already sent someone, I'll come out. It won't affect you."

"Please..."

The sergeant accepted the gold pound, the hesitation on his face disappeared, and he personally lifted the isolation belt for Cliff.

After all, Black Steel International is such a big name, there will definitely be no problems.

"Oh, Mr. Bridge Clamp."

Naturally, many people in the Colombian military knew Cliff. After Cliff walked into the square, there was an endless stream of people coming to greet him.

However, Cliff didn't like to play along with these people, so he just nodded symbolically in response.

Following this group of senior military officials, Cliff walked towards the conference center.

"Almost all the senior Colombian military officials are here, including key figures from the Ministry of Defense..."

As he walked and observed, Cliff's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Although Black Steel International is a military contractor that sells armed conflict on the surface, Cliff, as the controller, actually has his own creed. He established Black Steel International with the intention of stopping the war. Even if he cannot eliminate the war, he still wants to hold the switch of the war in his hands.

And with such a large-scale meeting now, it was hard for Cliff not to have wild thoughts.

Cliff wondered if Columbia had some power that could change the landscape of the land, and that this meeting was a precursor to a war.

What was surprising was that it was the President who greeted the senior military officials at the conference center. Although it was a little strange that Vice President Conrad did not appear with the President, the senior military and political officials still looked flattered.

“…’Bridge Clamp’, why are you here?”

Everyone entered by scanning their faces, except Cliff, who was suddenly stopped by the president.

"This meeting... um... you don't have to attend."

There was an immediate buzz of discussion around. If anyone else had said this, everyone would have at most assumed that this meeting had nothing to do with Black Steel International. But now that these words came from the president's mouth, they had a lot more meaning.

"Your Excellency the President?"

Cliff was also a little surprised, as if he didn't understand what the President meant.

"It means...um...you don't have to participate. You can leave now."

The President was also a little confused. Black Steel International was not on his purge list, so he did not send any notice to Black Steel International. How did the old guy "Qiaojia" come to him on his own?

As the largest military contractor in Colombia, the president still expects them to work hard for the Night Service to earn his favor, so they cannot be wasted casually.

Also, because the President summoned military personnel at all levels using the excuse of distributing the mineral disease drug cake and having new weapons and super soldiers, it was unable to tell Black Steel International that Black Steel International did not need to participate.

After all, a military contractor has nothing to do with weapons? If the president really said that, those veterans in the military would be suspicious.

So the president had no choice but to bite the bullet and abruptly drive Cliff away.

Although this may cause some high-ranking military officials to misunderstand that the President wants to exclude and suppress Black Steel International, these guys will be in the air soon, so it is not a big problem.

He was afraid that Cliff would also think that Columbia wanted to exclude Black Steel International. Given the President's understanding of Cliff, a veteran of the Revolutionary War, and his aversion to war, he might just run away with Black Steel International, which would be bad.

“…Since I can’t attend, I won’t bother you anymore.”

Cliff looked solemn. After all, even if this meeting had nothing to do with him, with the influence of Black Steel International, it should be okay for him to just watch and play by the sidelines.

But now that the president was personally kicking them out, Cliff, who had seen enough dirty things in Colombia, had to think of the worst.

"Does the President want to support new military contractors?"

"It's possible that Black Steel International has become a bit too big to handle these years."

...

Listening to the whispers behind him, Cliff quickened his pace. He had lived for so long that he was not embarrassed by such a small matter, but the president's attitude made him feel a sense of crisis. He wanted to contact Black Steel International as soon as possible to take some preventive measures.

“…Okay, let’s double-check if everyone is here.”

Looking at Cliff's departing back, the President decided to carry out his own plan first and began to confirm the list of people present with the waiters and security guards around him.

The head of the presidential guard reported to the president: "Your Excellency, everyone is here, no one is missing."

"Then you can retreat. Remember to double-check the perimeter to make sure there are no outsiders."

The President flapped his wings and flew into the conference center. The heavy door slowly closed under the control of the Presidential Guard...

"Oh, Mr. Bridge Clamp, you're here? Did Black Steel International send a representative here as well?"

Cliff was in a hurry, but he ran into the sergeant again. Cliff, who wanted to ignore him, suddenly remembered something and walked to his side.

"Do you have a communicator? I'd like to borrow it."

Another roll of Colombian gold pounds. The sergeant was delighted that he could earn some extra money. He quickly handed the private communicator hanging on his waist to Cliff.

"Here you go."

"Um…"

Boom!!!!!!!!!

Before Cliff, who had taken the communicator, could enter the contact code of Black Steel International, the Columbia Convention Center behind him suddenly exploded with a roar that resounded through the sky.

There was no fire, no impact, only a dull light spreading out from the conference center. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered and the bricks and stones rotted, as if it was going to corrode and distort everything. Fortunately, this terrible force only spread to the outer circle of the square and did not expand any further.

Streams of black smoke rolled across the square, and the black air rose into the sky, making the originally clear sky a little darker. Continuous alarms sounded in the special zone.

Looking at the conference center that suddenly turned into a picture of hell, Cliff felt a sense of fear and infinite doubts in his heart. The communicator in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?"