Bloody disaster? Change of throne? When will the Galactic Empire have to go through this step?

Before today's conversation, Brunhildt had never even thought about this, so even she lacked a real sense of all this.

When the shielding field surrounding her was closed, Ostana Barr's report came over: "The inspection of the Dawn Angel has been completed, and all safety hazards have been eliminated. Our supplies will be completed in forty-eight hours,"

Very good, the sense of reality is back. As expected, only real battles and achievements can make Brynhild feel real recovery.

"Our fleet and the supply points on the route have also completed basic reserves. Minister Hongluyuan has officially summoned the ambassador of the Circassian Kingdom." Ostana said.

Brunhildt nodded and said nothing.

"As for other forces, they will be mobilized according to the original plan."

Ostana hesitated for a moment, but she still said seriously: "In addition, Olivia, who is in the Symoea system, reported that the main force of the slave rebels has been identified..."

"Everything else can be repaid. I don't want to hear about the domestic rebels yet," Brunhildt said.

"Do you feel there is no need to listen, or do you feel you don't want to face it?" Gyafel asked directly.

The countess never talks much, but she is always the type who can directly offend her lord. This is something that even Chief of Staff Ostana cannot do.

"...Tsk, it's the latter, are you satisfied?" Brunhild said angrily: "I even thought about recruiting their leader into the Senate after I became the emperor. But now

, I can’t decide their fate, I can only pretend that I can’t hear them.”

Emperor? The corners of Giaphiel's mouth twitched, thinking, is this something I can just listen to?

However, her ambitious master just waved his hand again without hesitation and said loudly: "Now, my only hope is to make that heartless... let that enemy general show his face! I

Just to see him at a loss, unable to return home, and at a loss! As long as I think of that pitiful virtue, I will be able to drink an extra bottle of ice honey wine for every meal in the future!"

…

At the same time, outside the frozen soil of the planet Danhur in the Symoea sector in the Galactic Empire, the main force of more than 300,000 rebels, composed of planetary uprising slave workers, was already far away from the largest Dantier City on the planet.

.

The leader elected by the rebels from all walks of life, the rebel commander nicknamed "The Great Sage of White Sands", said to everyone:

"So, as long as we capture this city, the steel plant, arsenal and shipyard will fall into our hands. The twenty-five armed freighters still being outfitted in the dock will also become our spoils of war! In this way

, only then can a broader alliance be formed between rebel organizations in various places.”

This is an old but tough Wulfling werewolf with thick white hair. It is said that he once served as a brigade commander in the Imperial Stormtroopers, but was demoted to a slave. If he just offended the leader or something, he should not be able to accept this.

This kind of punishment will most likely result from doing something very disharmonious.

The Wulflings have always been a loyal servant race of the empire, providing the Tirero people with a large number of stormtroopers (pao) and warriors (hui). As a result, they have been rewarded by the empire, and even gave birth to hereditary nobles.

However, after all, it is a race with a population of hundreds of billions. It is unrealistic to say that there will be no rebels.

It can be seen that this werewolf general is this type.

"We must have our own fleet! We must have our own base! Otherwise, all uprisings will just be struggles on an isolated island!"

He glanced at the rebel leaders present and said in a serious but persistent tone: "Of course, in the process of attacking this city, one hundred thousand people may die."

Some people present were shocked by this number, some lowered their heads and remained silent, while others clenched their teeth with expressions of emotion on their faces.

The werewolf general's eyes finally stopped on a petite figure. It was a human girl wearing a white dress, which was incompatible with the painting style at the scene.

However, sitting among this group of rebel leaders with evil deeds and appearances from all ethnic groups, her expression was very calm, even calmer than that of the werewolf general who was the commander.

"Miss Charlie..."

"I understand what you mean. General, since I am here, I will definitely stand by your side. I will take action when it is critical," she said.

She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then raised her head and said, "No, I will be in the front row!"
Chapter completed!