But in such a situation where the enemy is at the mercy of the enemy, how can we expect the central government of the earth to still perform its normal functions?

Therefore, without rest, the two marshals simply did their best within their authority. They wholesale promoted all the meritorious middle and lower-level officers of the Outer Rim Fleet, the Yulian Fleet, and the Yang Fleet.

In just twenty-four hours, the Military Command Headquarters and the National Defense Commission approved the appointment of 455 colonels, 1,077 lieutenant colonels, and 2,866 majors, as well as nearly 20,000 lieutenants. It is quite a sign that the country will be destroyed.

, it feels like being granted an official position and making a wish.

As a result, the 830 Party members, including Luo Zeshi, have all entered the category of senior officers. Although most of them have not received promotion orders at all, the promotion is indeed legal.

The National Defense Committee is still very cooperative. Acting Chairman Mr. Peigel knows that he is taking the blame and has messed up from beginning to end. Although he has not helped much, he has not ruined anything, and he is even making things easier.

Zhimen, at such an extraordinary moment, is the best chairman of the National Defense Committee.

However, Marshal Paris still asked one more question: "Where is Chairman Maxer..."

Marshal Ferragut pointed to his temple: "Hemorrhage in the brain is massive, and I'm still breathing heavily."

Even in this day and age, brain injuries are difficult things.

"That old guy... is very clean." The marshal cursed in a low voice. His expression was very sad but seemed to be a little bit envious:

"There were three old guys at the beginning of the war, and now I'm the only one left."

Marshal Ferragut said: "Here, I am also an old guy..."

"You are not even seventy years old yet, you are still very young." Marshal Paris said with a straight face: "Where is the president?"

The last time President Nishita appeared in front of the public was ten days ago. At that time, the empire's fleet had not yet entered the solar system.

"We communicated yesterday and asked me about the defense status of the Earth and Moon. Mr. President said that he has moved to an underground shelter."

After all, it is a prosperous inhabited planet, the only birthplace of an independent civilized race, and has been developed for thousands of years after the cosmic era. Of course, among the thick continental plates of the earth, there are many solid and complex underground shelters, and the scale is very large.

It's huge, it must be much taller than that of Yaochi Star anyway.

In fact, this is of course also the military legacy left by the empire.

However, Marshal Paris still had a skeptical expression on his face.

"Did the President himself say this?"

Marshal Ferragu nodded: "Even President Niceta himself, the background during the call is definitely not synthetic, but the source of the signal is indeed unknown."

In this way, it is entirely up to him to decide whether President Nishita is sitting on Earth and commanding the resistance as he said, or whether he is somewhere else.

However, what really troubles Marshal Paris is that the whereabouts of Mr. President are unknown, but Mao Yuanzuo is definitely still on Earth. He even appeared several times at public gatherings.

The old marshal looked across the screen at his colleague on Earth, who had risen to become marshal through the power of the Co-Prosperity Party, and the shadow in his heart could not be dispelled.

Of course he had considered the possibility of the Earth government simply surrendering without a fight. However, as the Imperial fleet got closer and closer to the Earth, Marshal Ferragut, a best friend promoted by Mao Yuanzuo, did what a soldier should do.

Things. Ask yourself, even if you were on earth, you wouldn't do it better.

"Don't worry, Commander Paris. Although I am a cook, I have also worn a military uniform for forty years. Marshal Li, his comrades, and the forefathers of the Lion Heart Society, it took 100 million people a century to work hard.

Everything that has been built with so much hard work cannot be destroyed in the hands of one person overnight. I am a veteran and will stand on the last duty." Marshal Ferragut straightened his military cap and showed an unprecedented neat posture.

, saluted his old commander.
Chapter completed!