With one distress call after another, the united Human Federation finally came together, demonstrating the power of its state apparatus.
With a single order from Regent Duoxia, the military reserves that had been prepared for nearly ten years began to be rapidly deployed to the outside world.
With a wave of his hand, the Regent summoned hundreds of billions of troops to fill the battlefield.
From the day the army was mobilized, the high-speed space stations within the Human Federation began operating at full capacity.
The Pale Church was merciful and allowed soldiers to go home to visit their families three days before going into battle.
Because the recruitment and training are all within the planet and do not involve intergalactic recruitment, these soldiers have ample time to go home and say goodbye.
This kept the high-speed spaceships on the planet constantly at full capacity, with large numbers of soldiers in uniform leaving the military to return home and spend their last two days with their parents and relatives.
A somber atmosphere permeated the planet, and the city streets were packed with people. Large numbers of parents were leading their children shopping, hoping that their children would have a better life in the military.
Although most people understand that this farewell will likely be forever, and the things they bought may never be used, they still hold onto hope, expressing their final love in a way that deceives themselves. Some parents hold the hands of their grown-up children, stroking them repeatedly with tears in their eyes.
After all, letting go this time might mean never being able to touch their child again in their lifetime. The suffocating feeling of parting and the pain of losing a beloved child are unbearable.
"Son, you must learn to be smart in there! Let others go to the dangerous places, and you must never charge in!" The woman, who was just 3,323 years old, held the hand of her 3,300-year-old son with tears in her eyes, unable to get enough of it, and her words even had a hint of pleading.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is a dilemma facing all of humanity. If no one fights, then humanity might as well just go extinct! Son, don't be afraid. I've already signed up for the next military cohort. Whether you return to the Pale Throne or fight on the front lines, I'll be with you!" The middle-aged man, who was just 3,324 years old, struggled to hold back his tears. Although he had lived for over three thousand years, and although seeing his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren... seventy or eighty generations of his descendants usually gave him a headache, this moment of parting still brought him a profound sense of separation.
"Grandpa, how can it be your turn? We should go first!" The grandson, who was 3,280 years old, interjected, but was immediately rebuked by more than a dozen uncles and elders beside him.
This family structure does seem quite fragmented in reality, but it is perfectly normal today. After all, Norton granted immortality for over three thousand years, but has only abstained from procreation for a few hundred years. In any family, he would reproduce for eighty or ninety generations, and some even for over a hundred.
Moreover, each generation doesn't just have one child; over these long years, most have dozens, hundreds, or even thousands.
As a result, most of these traditions are passed down for four or five generations, and the younger generations have little to no connection with their ancestors.
This is also the fundamental reason for the large human population today.
How could such a chaotic social structure not be on the verge of collapse? Imagine someone hooks up with a hot girl online, and after they've finished, they check her ID and discover the person on the other end is actually their great-great-great-great-grandmother! How could this social structure and morality not crumble?
In fact, during these three days, many families, wanting to use IVF to leave their last bloodline for their children, unknowingly chose their great-great-great-grandmothers as recipients...
Three short days passed in the blink of an eye. No matter how reluctant or painful it was for each family, they had to go to the battlefield.
The spaceship emitted a slight hum. The soldier sitting by the window pressed his face against the window, gazing intently at his family one last time. His deep gaze seemed to want to etch the image of his family into his very bones.
Those standing outside saw them off with tears in their eyes, waving goodbye with reluctance.
Finally, amidst this sorrowful and painful atmosphere, one spaceship after another soared into the sky, carrying the soldiers back to base...
October 28, Norton 3284.
The first expeditionary force finally set off for the battlefield.
Hundreds of billions of people and nearly a trillion AI-powered androids are dispersed into billions of spaceships of varying sizes. Utilizing the fully equipped space jump devices, they can reach the front lines in an instant (25 days in Subspace time).
Meanwhile, the second expeditionary force in the rear entered its final preparations, and was expected to launch another leap in three months, followed by the third, the fourth, and so on...
The Human Federation is like a giant production base, continuously mass-producing soldiers from the production line and transporting them to the front lines.
Such an exaggerated and massive war mobilization truly demonstrates the pinnacle of human power!