Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

“As I have already said, there can be no negotiated solution to any problem, and we must state our position in a pre-emptive manner before the first fleet is equipped with new equipment! Forcing them to know what's going on! ”

The so-called status quo is the reality that Martians can achieve better development under Martian rule. From now on, they will no longer need to transfuse the “metropolitan country" economically, they will no longer need to cover the consumer goods needs of tens of billions of people by selling cheap industrial costs, and they will develop tariff and immigration policies to defend Martians' rights and interests, not just Pan Yama's head as before...

His name is Gao Ruiming, he is Xiao Hong's office secretary and his staff. Even it can be said that Xiao Hong was able to become the mayor of Tiangong City so smoothly, at least half of his credit.

“Dreams still come, Mr. Secretary-General of the future. If war can be avoided, naturally, and if not, we must at least have a moral advantage. ”

Looking at the reply on the holographic screen, especially when reading about the dispatch of troops, Xue Hong's eyes raised a slight concern.

What he was worried about was not the future of the individual or the fate of trans-Asian cooperation, but the inevitable moment in history in which better solutions could have been found.

That is, first through the establishment of a bright and upbeat expansion of the Mars Defense Fleet, and then wait until the Second Fleet is as strong as the First Fleet before further helping their friends - the other cities of Mars - achieve independence, and finally slowly pursue their own independence.

But now it seems that Li Guangya does not intend to give them this opportunity.

Exercises and garrison checkers almost cut off his thoughts in that regard.

“Obviously, we threw the olive branches in exchange for the handcuffs on our hands and feet," Xue Hongfeng swept over the holographic screen and unfortunately closed this reply from the Pan-Asian authorities, "… if only the accident had succeeded a year ago. ”

The so-called accident naturally refers to the hijacking of flight N-177 a year ago.

As originally planned, hijacked flight N-177 would hit Skyboat directly, and the resulting space debris would directly reduce the safety factor for navigation throughout the synchronous orbit by two levels, which, together with the Lunar Palace Space Station and the supply of the Lagrange Space Base, would be severely affected.

At that time, the Pan-Asian authorities had little choice but to take over the supply line of the LaGrand Daytime Space Base while appealing to the Pan-Asian authorities for enhanced asteroid belt patrols.

They could use the decade of air crashes to strengthen the autonomy of the Mars colonies, one by one, and expand the size of the Mars Defense Fleet, ultimately achieving true independence.

Xiao Hong even figured out his name by then, but who would have thought that an old antique sleeping for a hundred years had followed that death flight with a fake passport that he didn't know where to get.

If that's all, the big guy woke up and died on that flight soon after, and no one thought he'd killed the hijacker.

As a result, not only were their plans disrupted, but they were forced to lay low for an entire year. If the smart crisis hadn't devastated the global economy and led to a further escalation of Pan-Asian cooperation's industrial dependence on Mars as a post-garden, they might have to endure a few more years...

However, it is obviously impossible to continue to endure.

The warp technology had broken through, and once hypervelocity communications and hypervelocity cruises had been achieved, the Mars colonial advantage in distance would cease to exist, and Pan-Asian cooperation would surely restore autonomy to Mars in the first place.

Or at least, they will be transformed into a new special economic zone, just like Guangdong City.

“What has happened, even regret, is useless, and what we need to do now is that they have delivered the knife to our neck," stared the mayor sitting behind the desk, wisely continuing in a serious tone, “If we do not act again, we will be very passive. ”

Xue Hong sighed for a while and looked at his office secretary and asked.

“How's it going? ”

When I heard that, my wise face finally showed a smile and said in a confident voice.

“Thanks to the order demand for space elevators, we have expanded our production capacity, along with the actions of those alien galaxy colonial foundations… Now we can build ships in blatant synchronous orbit and then transfuse blood into our ‘fleet'. As far as our 'Commander' feedback is concerned, we have 50 starships, and although there is still a gap in size with the first fleet, with the strength of supplies and shipping lanes, and the support of other air thieves, we just need to turn this war into a lasting battle, and the final victory must be ours. ”

Xiao Honghuo sighed and shook his head, saying.

“Quantity makes no sense, the key is quality, a ship with a warp speed engine facing a ship equipped with a traditional engine, just like a jet facing a propeller aircraft. You know what I mean? We need warp speed technology, that's our only chance. So what I need to confirm now is whether the East Asian Heavy Industries factory on Mars is already producing orders from the First Fleet. If so, how long will it take to complete the production of the second ‘full' engine? ”

The full version of the transition is said to be several times faster than the Demo version, and can even be done completely over the speed of light, spanning a distance of 1-2AU in seconds.

If the first fleet had all these engines, they wouldn't have to think about getting out of Pan-Asian cooperation, not to mention the acreage of the solar system, where the world outside the solar system would be under their control.

Mayor Xiao saw the consternation in his eyes, and Gao Ruiming turned slightly down.

“I know what you mean. ”

“Just understand,” Mayor Xiao nodded, “you should know what to do. ”

……

Located in a private room on the edge of Tiangong City.

A man in a brown trench coat said as he handed a black card to Wang Peng.

“I've sorted out all the information you need, and the basics are just like I told you last time, so far we've got enough evidence to prove that the Spirit of the Universe Foundation has been relocating from Earth to here, and I've been tracking leads in this area for some time now… but interestingly, I've found something interesting lately. ”

Wang Peng threw his sight at him for questioning by accepting the card, which contained important information.

“What is it? ”

“Remember that air crash a year ago? ”

He slightly wrinkled his eyebrows and Wang Peng said in an uncertain tone.

“You mean Flight N-177? ”

“Exactly. ”

“Of course I do. Is there a problem? ”

Remember what just happened when he woke up from this era.

Wang Peng still remembers the news of the hijacking of flight N-177, which they saw from the holographic television screen, when Director Li came to visit him.

And that's when he learned that the ship was still alive.

The man in the brown trench coat lit his head and glanced at the picturesque white board hanging by the wall, displaying a worried expression on his face.

“… I may have thought too much, but when I was investigating entry and exit records, I discovered several names that should not have appeared on them, as well as a shipment of goods that had passed through customs without examination. And when I tracked these clues, I found the N-177 characters. ”

“Are you saying… that the hijacking of flight N-177 was actually an act of the Foundation? ”

“I wish it were that simple," the man in the brown trench coat shook his head and said with a complex expression, “I found a name in a signed document that should not have appeared. ”

Wang Peng: “Who? ”

“The current mayor,” the man continued looking at him, "I checked his résumé, and this time last year he was the director of the Colonial Customs Department. ”

When he heard this, Wang Peng's eyes appeared with a heavy expression.

“I'll keep an eye on that. ”

“Well, please,” he said with a helpless expression, shrugging his shoulders, "after all, under my authority, I'm not qualified to investigate such a big man. In addition, I have an immature suggestion. ”

Wang Peng looked carefully at him and asked: “Say it. ”

“It's best to find Master Lu as soon as possible,” the man continued with a speculative tone, "If flight N-177 really had something to do with Mayor Xiao... wouldn't his situation be somewhat delicate? ”