Chapter 167 The Adjuster's Cutthroat Operation In the Far East Fortress of the East Asian Federation in the CE world, the fortress closest to the Alaska Joint Forces Headquarters."I don't want to see any more intelligence from there." Ever since I last read the information about World C sent by Li Chengzhi. Wang Hu was so upset that he felt a headache. He said, "Why don't you just be an emperor over there?" Why do you have to create so many things? Are you able to do some of them? So when Li Chengzhi came to him with a sullen face and a stack of papers, he saw her. Wang Hu instinctively wanted to refuse. "Your dream of going to the Emperor to build a palace with three harems and six courtyards has been ruined. It seems that you are very depressed." Li Chengzhi forcefully stuffed the latest information in his hand into Wang Hu's hand and joked to his friend with a squinted eye. What Wang Hu wanted to do in another world, Li Chengzhi did after he gained a deep understanding of the root cause of the distortion of that world. He agreed wholeheartedly, if it weren't for the fact that he was temporarily indispensable here, Li Chengzhi and many other relevant insiders would agree. This group of people can't wait to throw themselves into that great cause.
And it's not just the CE world that has many people willing to go there. Mr. Zhou from the Broken Ball World has also learned about what's happening in the C world. He also expressed on the spot his willingness to send personnel to provide support. "It's fine as long as it's not about that. It's not you who's locked up in the dark room anyway." "Of course you don't have to be nervous." Wang Hu looked at Li Chengzhi unhappily and said no, but he still took the information obediently and started reading it. His brows furrowed slightly because of the message in his hand from East Asian intelligence personnel hiding in PLANT's homeland. Wang Hu let out a long sigh. "What is coming will eventually come. Kira's future fate depends on what he chooses." “And we have to face what we have to face.” "Fortunately, this time is different from the past. We are well prepared..." "Hey, many people might still be praying for the Adjuster to take action." "It would be best if the other party also presses the surrender button." After reading the information in his hand at a glance, Wang Hu's answer was full of profound implications. It is different from some wars in history, especially the war that occurred when East Asia was at its lowest point. This time, East Asia’s preparations can no longer be called sufficient, but rather an oversaturated overflow. Thanks to the mutual benefit of our East Asian compatriots in the broken world, the other party directly sent a heavy nuclear reactor. Combined with the local specialty of the ball-breaking world - the digital 3D printer. The thing that can print planetary engines on the moon is the productivity of the East Asian Federation in the CE world, which is already running at high speed. It was like a shot of adrenaline!
The East Asian Federation, which is known as the world's factory, is roaring at full speed. The dragon in the east has slowly opened its hunting eyes, and the dragon soaring in the air is extending its sharp claws. Be ready to tear your enemies apart anytime and anywhere. Just like the ones prepared in the military fortress where Wang Hu is Everything is in place, waiting for the east wind to blow, and the flames of the Adjuster will fill the blue sky. At the same time, on the PLANT homeland far away in the universe, the East Asian Army launched a battlefield cover. He still didn't know that Dongya had prepared a big gift for him because he won the election against Kulain. Former Commissioner Patrick, now Speaker Patrick, is in the prime of his life. After making another external declaration of victory, he announced to all the people in the satellite group that the war was about to end. And it must be based on victory for one's own side. After returning to the ZAFT military headquarters, even after being elected as the Speaker, he still liked the office inside the military headquarters. Calling all the staff, Patrick signed the execution order of the long-prepared campaign code-named "Operation Cutthroat" in public. "With this battle alone, we will end our long war with the foolish men of nature." "To create a new world of true stability and harmony for all adjusters." Looking at his flamboyant signature on the document, Patrick spoke in a deep voice to everyone in front of him. "We, the adjusters, have long wished to achieve the imperial paradise we have always pursued. Please do not let them down." "Yes." Looking at Patrick, who was sitting on a chair in the dark office, showing full dignity. Groups of aides, whose faces could not be seen clearly in the shadows, all bowed and uttered promises in suppressed voices. The voice drifted away and was quickly transmitted from this office to the ZAFT warships that had already been deployed. When Patrick gathered the positions of ZAFT committee member and PLANT Supreme Council Chairman. From this moment on, his will was finally thoroughly implemented in the entire Adjuster Clan. Countless supply ships completed the final supply for the participating warships, and fully loaded warships sailed out of the dock one after another. They set out from PLANT and flew away from their original battle lines. Heading towards the same target, the warships cut through the black curtain of the universe, leaving behind trails of blue flames. There has never been a time when the flashing traffic lights are brighter than they are now. This combined fleet, which Patrick painstakingly built, has drawn on more than 70% of the ZAFT army's current mobile forces. The cabin is full of MSs, and the ship is full of murderous veterans who are determined to completely conquer the natural humans. The mighty fleet formed a coalition alliance covering hundreds of miles, arrogantly relying on its dominance over the air in the universe. He killed his way unrestrainedly towards the top of the United Nations Alaska Command! After arriving at the destination, this fleet, which had never appeared in the history of the Adjuster, did not even have time to rest and catch their breath.
There are countless green Jinns, gray Xigus, and purple Deans. And the most important one is the dark green one, which is the latest mass-produced Gates with a certain scale. The war weapons that the adjusters were proud of entered the landing cabin hanging at the bottom of the battleship one by one in an orderly manner. Following the commander's order, the landing capsule quickly fell into the beautiful earth's sphere. Everywhere you look, there are fireballs caused by the friction between the outer wall of the landing capsule and the atmosphere. The scene is so grand that even the Leonid meteor shower is not as spectacular as the one created by the adjuster! Roaring, they vowed to bring complete death to natural people just as Patrick said! "what?" The Adjuster has set up such a large display, it is unlikely that the United Forces Alaska Headquarters will be able to discover it by now. That's too unreasonable. When the Adjuster's landing capsule fell into the atmosphere, it was hidden deep in the hearts of the upper levels. The European Federation Army, which was on duty outside the headquarters, also reacted to the latest intelligence sent by their subordinates. General Charles, who had escaped death from Artemis Fortress and wanted to use his connections to seek development in the headquarters, was stunned. At this time, there is no need to even go through the space observation post. General Charles only needs to walk to the observation tower and look up. You can also see the fireballs launched by the adjusters in the endless universe. "Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!" After calling three bastards a bastard in a row, General Charles knew with his ass that he had been tricked again. But this time, he was not tricked by that bastard named Wang Hu from East Asia, but by the Atlantic Federation painted in black and white paint. Having had this experience once before, he shouted out instinctively. "Quick, mobilize the troops to the energy center of the headquarters, and also take control of the Alaska headquarters command post." "But." General Charles' adjutant hesitated. "According to the garrison regulations, we are responsible for the defense of the outer front, and the headquarters is left to the Atlantic Federation Army to garrison." "Besides, shouldn't we send a request for reinforcements to the headquarters at this time?" "Alaska is at the junction of the Atlantic Federation and the East Asian Federation after all." "As long as we can hold our ground for a while, reinforcements from the Atlantic Federation and the East Asian Federation will continue to arrive." "By then cooperating with the two friendly forces, we can possibly defeat the invading Adjuster." "Making dumplings?" General Charles gets a headache when he hears any word related to East Asia. Unable to contain his indignation, General Charles slapped the adjutant who made the suggestion to the ground. "You, go and do as I say." Pointing at another adjutant, General Charles said that all the garrison rules were bullshit.
Can't I see? The adjuster deployed his troops in such a way that it all ended up costing him his own life. What the Atlantic Federation said before, about the enemy's latest plan to capture the Panama Spaceport, was all false. If the Atlantic Federation doesn't do what Wang Hu did last time, General Charles will dare to smash his head with a French baguette to apologize! If the Artemis Fortress self-destructs, the Alaska Joint Forces Headquarters will definitely self-destruct as well! "No." General Charles paced on the spot and watched his adjutant hurriedly run out. He felt that this was still not safe, as the damn Atlantic Federation Army must have been prepared. The best thing to do now is to find a safer way to save my life. General Charles's mind had never been so sharp as it was now. He thought of the Archangel that had arrived in Alaska not long ago. "Come on, come with me to the Archangel." He did not bother to command the troops to counterattack, and let them play freely. General Charles was ready to carry forward the tradition. I guess I won't be able to release yesterday's chapter. I'll post the extra chapter later. It's a pity that I have to waste more than a dozen pages of the plot. If I write according to this idea, it will definitely be 404. In short, it's my own problem and I can't blame others. Thank you for reading it now, my book friends
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