1594. Total War
"Send troops to Kotaris? Why?" Lieutenant General Henderson still did not understand the seriousness of the problem. "The only navigable hyperspace channel on the planet of Feida is through the planet Kotaris, and then through Agama Planet, and then we can reach the planet Palin-Minor, the capital of the Ninth Army. As long as we hold back the geth fleet on the planet Feida, they will not pose any threat to our rear."
Gilad Pellaeon said seriously: "As I just said, the geth may have mastered the method of faster-than-light navigation that we don't know about! So facing such an enemy, the first lesson we need to learn is Their range of action will no longer be restricted by hyperspace channels! They can start from anywhere and appear anywhere!"
"What did you say?" Henderson was shocked.
It's not his fault, everyone in the galaxy will not immediately turn around this twist and turn. It's like when we talk about cars, we know they run on roads, and when we talk about trains, we know they run on tracks. But one day someone suddenly said that trains don't need tracks and can go cross-country. Then our third question My first reaction was that I couldn't understand how such a train would behave and where it would appear.
"From now on, every planet of ours is a battlefield and a front line! We have no rear in the absolute sense! Until we have the ability to understand the principles and scope of Geth's faster-than-light navigation!" Gilad - Pellaeon said.
"In other words, even our supply transportation must be escorted by heavy troops." Wolf-Yularen said seriously. He turned to Henderson and said: "Without further delay, we need to contact those transport ships immediately. Contact us and send them to a safe place!...No, no place is safe. Our fleet is the last safe haven."
He then opened the communication and gave a few instructions to another commander, asking him to immediately lead a fleet to the planet Kotaris to protect the army's supplies and heavy vehicle units.
Gilad Pellaeon added: "Then we need to start landing as soon as possible. We have brought 300,000 clone troops and they must all land within two days! General Henderson, you are more familiar with the situation here. I am familiar with it and need your cooperation. These 300,000 troops need garrison and landing ground."
"300,000 clone troops?" Lieutenant General Henderson was surprised again. "As far as I know, the Galactic Republic has never deployed so many clone troops at once in any battle!"
"That's because this time, our enemy is different." Gilad Pellaeon said, "How many ground troops do the geth have now?"
"Before, there were about 6 to 8 million corpse puppets. As for the Geth, we can only estimate the strength to be around 100,000. But then, the Geth sent a large number of transport ships and successfully landed. Now I can't estimate how many there are. The geth are on the planet Feida," Henderson said.
"We need to mobilize every person, every factory, every gram of food, and every piece of metal on the planet!" Gilad-Pellaeon said. "Issue a general mobilization order on the planet and implement military control. It requires people over 18 years old. All adult males under the age of 50 are required to enlist in the army. For people of other races, age requirements are set according to corresponding standards. All factories are nationalized and planning and output are unified!"
"Are you going to send civilians to the battlefield? And you also want to rob privately owned factories? That's ridiculous! Before the geth come over, the planet will fall into riots!" Lieutenant General Henderson also couldn't understand this. War mode.
"No, we have to be like this." Admiral Wolf-Yularen could understand, he said: "Just like when we faced the Eternal Empire 3,600 years ago, and the Sith Empire 1,000 years ago, the battle with the Geths War is a bet on the survival of our civilization and race... a total war."
Lieutenant General Henderson's face turned pale, and he nodded slowly.
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One day later, the capital of the planet Feida, Chinasti City.
[All young and middle-aged residents, please go to the nearest street to register immediately! Distribute weapons and conduct training! 】A spaceship is flying in the sky. A large holographic projection device is installed below the spacecraft.
Horrible images of corpse puppets and majestic Republic soldiers were played.
[The Geth invasion has left us with no way to retreat! We have no retreat, no surrender, no mercy! If it fails, everyone will be made into zombie puppets! 】
[It is impossible to evacuate an entire planet. The only thing we can do is resist! Resist resolutely! The Galactic Republic has sent millions of troops for reinforcements, but this is still not enough! We need everyone's support! We need every determined hand to fire a searing blaster beam at the brutal geth! 】
In every street and every region, the Galactic Republic began to set up registration points, enrolling all people of appropriate age into reserves and conducting simple training so that they could go on the battlefield.
There was a long queue in front of the registration point, and every resident in the queue had a look of horror and confusion on their face. For them, war has never been closer.
[Every male of school age is obliged to join the army and fight for our survival! Anyone who refuses to join the army will be arrested for anti-civilization crimes and will also be sent to the most dangerous front line! 】There are spaceships flying at low altitudes everywhere, using high-power loudspeakers and holographic projections to publicize military recruitment orders.
Either motivation or coercion.
According to Gilad Pellaeon's plan, he used all 250,000 of the 300,000 clone soldiers for recruitment at the rear, and only 50,000 soldiers were combined with Lieutenant General Henderson's 40,000 or so troops to continue building Frontline position.
As the recruitment process began, a large number of conscripted militiamen began to come to the front line, and they began to assist in the task of building bunkers and positions.
Over an inconspicuous building, a LAAT/I assault transport boat flew quickly. Several clone soldiers got off the transport boat, and they broke through the door directly.
Inside, I saw dozens of mercenaries getting drunk. There were empty wine bottles everywhere, and a few women who were played to the point of dying.
The clone commander stepped forward and said, "You have been recruited. Please follow us immediately to the nearest station for reorganization."
At this time, a fierce and sturdy man stood up and said ferociously: "Do you know who we are?! We are the Fire Steel Mercenary Group! We..."
boom! His head exploded instantly!
The clone commander turned the blaster pistol in his hand and said coldly: "From now on, your number is the Fieda Legion of the Galactic Republic, Firesteel Combat Team. Return to the team immediately!"
