A few minutes later, First Joint Mobile Group finally set off.
Fourteen hours and twenty-three minutes have passed since Madrid Landing Unit touched down and the first multinational mobile group officially authorized by the E. U. began to dispatch.
Compared with the empire of Asabasca that continuously invested in three directions within ten hours and Mobile Reserve Force, this speed is still unsatisfactory.
Smilas looked at the departure confirmation without much joy of victory on his face. He had just approved a military operation that might determine the fate of E. U.
However, many newspapers are still discussing Paris's coup, the dictatorial general, the legitimacy of Provisional Government, and whether Leila can represent the new E. U..
He began to find more and more clearly that his political situation had been placed in a very disadvantageous position by that man.
The new Legislative Assembly is more willing to believe in Leila, and those New Military-Industrial Representatives also obviously think that it is more convenient to communicate directly with Leila. Even the four advanced machines were sent by Lin Cuo through Formal Technical Agreement signed with Leila.
Smilas slowly sat in the chair and looked at the empty conference room.
"I'm so stupid, really."
The adjutant was stunned for several seconds. He had followed Smilas for so many years, and this was the first time he saw this person who always talked about the E. U. having to stand up again. He was stuck in his chair as if he had been drained by the entire country, and said to himself that he was really stupid.
"General, are you okay?"
"I just knew that the committee was incompetent, and I felt that as long as I drove them away, I could regain the unified military strength of the E. U.. I didn't know that after driving them away, there would be so many things that needed someone's signature."
The adjutant hesitated. "But you do have Supreme Military Coordination Authority now."
"Yes, I do." Smilas smiled bitterly, "Others are responsible for opposing the dictatorship, and I am responsible for being scolded as a dictatorship; others are responsible for discussing the future of the new E. U., and I am responsible for ensuring that the Upper Army team's budget is allocated smoothly tonight; others can say that they did not participate in the Paris coup, but I cannot. Now even those Special Knightmare Frames are Marukal Prime Minister brought it, tell me, what have I been fighting for all these years?"
"You are seeking the E. U.'s unified warfare capabilities."
This answer made Smilas silent for a long time.
"... That's right."
He picked up the pen and signed his name on the new Military Coordination Document.
"Okay, Marukal Prime Minister, you win this time."
Then he thought about it and sent another Encryption request to Leila.
[It is recommended that Your Excellency Prime Minister personally host Theater Military-Industrial Coordination Joint Conference. Supreme Military Coordination Office will fully support it.]
At the same time, Leila, who returned to the office, was sitting in the office, facing the same huge file.
She has approved 73 emergency documents today, and there are hundreds more waiting for review.
Long-Term Budget, Transnational Industrial Authorization, local education, medical security and Military Compensation Matters left by the old committee need to be reconfirmed according to the new Provisional Government structure.
And those political issues that have been repeatedly debated but never resolved throughout history also began to emerge together.
The secretary asked her if she needed to cancel the evening meeting, and Leila shook her head.
"It cannot be cancelled. Madrid Local Government has not received complete financial support. Andrei's troops have already set off, but Railway Department has only confirmed the first batch of Sakuradite supply. There are also those Evacuated Residents. I need to know where they are staying tonight."
"But Mr. Prime Minister, you have been working continuously for too long."
"I know."
"Then you--"
"I know!" Leila finally couldn't help but raise his voice, and then covered his face tiredly, "I'm sorry. I'm not angry at you, it's just... I always thought that allowing everyone to have their own voice is one of the most important things in E. U. Now that I finally have the power to hear their voices, I find that each of them needs me to make a decision."
The secretary didn't answer. Leila looked at the documents on the table and suddenly remembered Lin Cuo.
That bastard would probably give half of it to Li Xingke, the other half to Secretariat, and then announce that Regent Council had achieved a great administrative efficiency improvement.
She could almost imagine his triumphant expression, and what made her even more angry was that this method really worked.
But if we do it ourselves, we must re-establish authorization and review procedures, and we cannot turn the entire E. U. into a government temporarily supported by a few geniuses.
Leila closed her eyes, and she remembered what Lin Cuo said that night.
"Leila, you always want to do things right. The problem is that the world will not actively cooperate just because you insist on being right. You have to make it work first."
And her answer at the time was equally clear.
"If the price of operation is that everyone no longer dares to oppose you, then all you build is another beautiful cage."
She still adheres to this judgment now, but she has also begun to understand how many annoying things those who are really responsible for keeping the country running every day have to bear.
The radio outside the window was still playing the casualty records of Great Han and Britannia. Leila finished signing a new military production authorization and suddenly laughed softly.
"You'd better really stop BETA, otherwise I will definitely come to settle the score with you personally."
At the same time, Lin Cuo on the Persia frontline has just received news of the departure of E. U.First Joint Mobile Group.
The system flashed at the edge of his vision.
[Leila·Marukal→Lin Cuo: Comprehensive favorability +46→+69.]
[Political Trust: -87, not improved.]
[Behavioral Trust: -79, not improved.]
[Special relationship: Political enemies/soul mates coexist.]
[Private understanding and emotional resonance: continue to deepen.]
[Tip: The other party is bearing similar national administrative pressure as the player.]
[Tip: Improved personal relationships do not mean an end to political disputes.]
Lin Cuo looked at the final settlement of Leila on the system panel and crossed it out with great satisfaction.
No matter how Leila gritted his teeth and cursed him in Paris's office, at least from this moment on, the rusty democratic machine of the E. U. was finally forced to rotate by him.
On the other side, High Energy Physics Core Laboratory, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and there was an extremely sticky and hot feeling in the air.
On the huge screen, the complex models of Sakuradite Decay and Spatial Collapse are being calculated for the 2,400th time.
Nina·Einstein stood alone in front of the cold, hard metal-edged main console.
"Big Sister Nina, sometimes you are really like the kind of warmth that I have never really had in my memory..."
Lin Cuo's tired, fragile, and even slightly pleading voice was like a poisonous psychedelic drug that had been played in her mind hundreds of times.
She grasped the edge of the console with both hands, and her body leaned forward unconsciously/
Growing up, she was afraid of being ignored and being compared to her dazzling peers.
Whether it is the elegant Princess Euphemia in the news, the heroic Kallen, or even the cold C. C., they are all more beautiful and braver than her.
But... so what?
Now, Master Regent, who stood at the forefront of all mankind, exposed his softest belly to her alone, asking for the warmth of maternal love.
"He needs me... only I can protect him..."
She closed her eyes, and the face of Lin Cuo appeared in her mind, and she imagined him nestled in her arms like a tired child.
As the main console continued to vibrate, the emotion that had been suppressed for a long time due to extreme low self-esteem, after being accurately pierced through the defense by Lin Cuo, turned into an extremely twisted, fanatical emotion mixed with morbid compensation.
"Who dares to hurt him... be it BETA... be it the Empire... who dares to make him so tired..."
Nina bit her lower lip. At the peak of her passion and reason, which almost melted away - a lightning bolt of inspiration split her brain.
Goddess of Love Why must we find ways to control the release of energy?
No, that's not right! What that model needs is Devour!
Just like her urge to completely rub Lin Cuo into her body and wrap him up with absolute control - at the moment of detonation, through the interference of Sakuradite, she created an absolute Mass Collapse Field, which would forcibly swallow and erase all the monsters, Xenomorph, and enemies around him that tried to harm him!
"This is it... this is it!!!"
Nina ignored his trembling legs, stood up suddenly, and smashed his hands on the keyboard like crazy. The technical barriers that had troubled the entire planning team for several weeks were shattered at this moment by the irrational force called fanatical motherhood!
The research progress bar is soaring crazily at a speed that goes against scientific common sense!