Just like that, although chaos had broken out in the Terran Congress, it was still a long way from an all-out political struggle. Even the local residents of Earth saw the whole scene as a joke.
After all, ordinary people were used to treating the congressmen's antics as the most entertaining show around. In a sense, that was part of the performance of an elected government.
But under the supervision of the three old men—the Defense Committee Chairman Maxwell, Marshal Peris, Minister of Military Affairs, and Marshal Erwin, the Congress and Cabinet's chief military adviser—defense preparations across the various regions continued to inch forward despite the difficulties.
As for the situation on the Far Shore Front, it had been affected, to be sure, but remained within acceptable limits.
Even President Yero, who had already reached Southern Heavenly Gate, had sent a special message of encouragement, saying he would personally come and raise a toast to the frontline soldiers fighting so hard. Other than that, all frontline orders remained unchanged, of course.
Whatever else one might say about Mr. Yero, he was a dignified vice president and a thoroughly proper, respectable man. Micromanaging and giving orders over the heads of his commanders were, naturally, out of the question. He hadn't said so outright, but the meaning behind his words was obvious.
"So what you're saying is that Vice President Yero doesn't plan to stop at New Shuntian, but will head straight for Seder?" Yu Lian asked.
Sylvester smiled bitterly. "That's right. The vice president said the frontline soldiers are fighting bravely, and he came to award them the honors they deserve. How could he hide in the rear?"
Yu Lian nodded in admiration. "I thought the grim atmosphere at the front, along with the disturbance at the fortress a couple of