This is the best reward for soldiers after a tragic war.

Boss Yang said this.

Two galactic hours later.

Yang Luo admired his partner's beautiful body and covered the sleeping Hera with a blanket.

He hurriedly left the captain's exclusive lounge and began to prepare to infiltrate the work.

Under the mobilization of Lu, the transport ship on which the Luofeng Empire's "Emergency" mission was docked at a civilian spaceport to replenish energy.

Although the transport ship's energy itself only uses less than one-tenth.

Nowadays, lurking, smuggling, espionage, and smuggling have become Yang Luo's professional skills.

With the help of Lu, he effortlessly found his way into the transport ship and found a corner to hide.

Still idle, Yang Luo began to listen to Lu's report on the reactions of various forces inside and outside the Sherman Empire to the Battle of Zubin.

The White Ghost became really popular in the Sherman Empire and became the "hardcore top"

There's nothing much to say about this.

Yang Luo didn't want to use this fake identity to make money. The appearance of the white ghost was just to facilitate him to harvest the Zerg to increase his strength.

The Sherman Empire officially commended White Ghost and invited White Ghost to contact the imperial government. They will give White Ghost the honor and respect it deserves.

Unfortunately, Yang Luo had no intention of paying attention to them.

The news that interested Yang Luo appeared a long time late.

Zubin lost millions of residents, and insect plagues destroyed major cities. Naturally, the Sherman Empire placed this debt on the shoulders of the New Federation.

The major media within the empire fiercely criticized it, and anti-New Federation demonstrations took place again in various places.

The New Federation's extermination of humanity and the shame of mankind have become the headlines of many countries in the galaxy.

The borders of the New Federation, which had just been quiet for half a month, began to gather powerful fleets of the empire again. The New Federation was also a little angry, but they still chose to endure it.

Resolutely denying the insect burial plan is the foreign policy of the New Federation.

Actively preparing for war but avoiding decisive battles with the main force is the current military policy of the New Federation.

As long as the New Federation continues to declare internally that it is a "small victory" but not a loss" and "it still adheres to the line of freedom and democracy under the coercion of the oldest and most powerful country in the galaxy" the public opinion will not collapse.

War breaks out again on New Federation border.

Yang was quite pleased with this.

Yang Luofu discusses the battle of Zubin Star.

The tragic scene of the imperial soldiers' heroic charge against dozens or hundreds of bugs could not be shaken off in his mind for a long time.

Although the powerful empire was internally corrupt and the top officials were corrupt, the soldiers who came from the common people still maintained their blood. This was the cornerstone of the Sherman Empire's everlasting prosperity.

"Tell me, Lu, how can we defeat the Sherman Empire?"

Yang Luo asked this question with great interest.

Lu's projection appeared on Yang Luo's watch. She was a figure-sized figure, holding her chin and thinking for a while.

"There is only one path."

"What?"

"Destroy the powerful fleet of the Sherman Empire," Lu said softly.

"Beautiful," Yang Luo stretched.

Lu smiled and said: "Boss, Miss Hera seems to be more devoted to you. Your sweet words are too lethal to her whose feelings are as blank as a piece of paper.u."

Yang Luo glared at Xiaolu, who was grinning without any hint of guilt.

"My feelings are genuine. I didn't deceive her in any way."

Then, Yang Luo sat there and fell into deep thought.

Lu glanced at the dial for a while with his hands behind his back. Seeing Yang Luo's gloomy face, he asked in a low voice: "Boss, is there something that Lu didn't deal with?"

"No, I was thinking about an unrelated question."

"What?"

"Say," Yang Luo pondered, "if a planet, a planet that is almost level 0.75, far from reaching the level of first-level civilization, with a population of seven to eight billion, suddenly appeared in the Milky Way, it would

What's the end?"

Lu was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly and said quickly:

"With a civilization level of 0.75, it is still unable to fully utilize all the energy of the planet, and it is also unable to conduct interstellar navigation."

"In this case, only half of the people must live above the dignity line, and the resources that each person can enjoy are limited. Because science and technology are underdeveloped, the living environment is relatively primitive, and people's personal pursuits are limited. One planet can support seven to eight billion people.

Population is possible.”

"I'm really not very good at predicting this kind of thing, boss."

"With a high probability, the Sherman Empire will have an extra group of slaves, the New Federation will have an extra group of black immigrant laborers, and each country will have a little more cheap labor force. In ten or twenty years, only the poor will be left on the planet.

And the old man, and then reduced to a semi-resource star."

"Actually, boss, can I tell the truth?"

"explain."

"If what you are doing now is to allow this planet to survive better, then I suggest that you enter the Sherman Empire to manage power as soon as possible."

Lu said softly:

"Only by gaining a certain right to speak within the empire can we truly protect this planet."

"It will be difficult for the Fallen Empire to get the Sherman Empire to take it seriously within a hundred years, and our Dark Star plan is to deal with bugs and cope with the assessment. There is no way to appear directly in the public eye. To protect such a planet, we need international influence and a fleet.

."

"Boss, how much time do you have?"

"I'm just asking casually," Yang Luo waved his hand calmly, "Delete the content of the conversation just now."

"Yes, boss."

Then Yang Luo sighed softly, looked at the palm-sized porthole, and stared at the empty starry sky through the porthole.

He just mentioned a certain possibility.

And it’s still a relatively ‘friendly’ possibility.

What truth is hidden behind the Earth, Minx Port, "The Abyss", Galactic Civilization, and the Ninth Natural Disaster? He still hasn't been able to find any clear clues.

All I can say is, be prepared.

"Boss," Lu reminded, "Adwang has started a meeting online with the envoys. You can come on stage."

The hatch opened, and a maintenance robot walked in holding an imperial uniform.

Yang Luo quickly changed into his military uniform, put on his leather boots, and put on his military cap. His whole aura became extremely fierce.

A few minutes later.

In front of the conference room in the middle section of the transport ship, a group of Feng Empire soldiers stared eagerly at Yang Luo's figure.

Yang Luo knocked on the door and pushed it straight in.

Adwang's projection looked over and immediately said:

This is your secret assistance. All your actions later will be supervised by Major Yang Luo.

"In the name of Emperor Luofeng, I appoint Major Yang Luo as Luofeng Ambassador, with full authority to deal with the case of the imperial princess Emilia's injury."

Yang Luo immediately gave a military salute.

In front of Edwang's ministers, he would certainly give Edwang enough face.

The Foreign Minister who was originally sitting on the main seat quickly stood up. Yang Luo nodded to him and sat directly over.
Chapter completed!