From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars

Chapter 51 Hunting Secret Order
  The middle-aged man from DRSD quickly explained his reasoning and opinions.

Marquis Ascania did not speak directly. His fingers tapped the table again and again with a certain rhythm.

The sound was not loud, but it still made the middle-aged man from DRSD feel his heart beat.

Although the Defense Intelligence and Security Department of the Star Dragon Empire, as the highest organization in charge of all intelligence agencies in the empire, has direct access to the ‘Tian Ting’.

Among the subordinate intelligence agencies, there is even the Ministry of Internal Affairs that specializes in targeting domestic nobles.

This makes most ordinary nobles have a natural fear of these intelligence agencies, especially the Ministry of Internal Affairs. They are afraid that one day they will be visited by these agents while they are sleeping well at home.

But even so, when you reach the level of Marquis of Ascania, whether it is the Ministry of Internal Affairs or the higher DRSD, you need to weigh your weight.

The other party is not only a powerful person, but also a popular person in front of the Regent.

So at the moment, the man from DRSD did not say anything, but waited respectfully and patiently for the Marquis to speak.

"I just have one question."

The Marquis tapped his finger on the table and stopped. He raised his head and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with deep eyes.

"How credible is your analysis?"

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man was about to answer when he heard the Marquis of Ascania continue:

"The reason why you DRSD came to find me, and I know it is just to use this information, let me send units on the ground to find this so-called 'defected' spy, and then 'by the way' let the troops assist you in completing the task that was supposed to be done by' Mongoose's mission to complete."

The Marquis of Ascania raised his right hand and hooked his fingers to his side. The tactical staff member standing quietly beside him immediately pulled out an electronic ink screen that was about the same size as paper from the folder and handed it to him.

The Marquis took the paper with complicated patterns on the edges, flipped it over casually, and continued:
  "I do have troops that can be deployed in the area you gave me."

"But why would I send my ground troops there based on a report that was more speculation than analysis?"

"Give me a reason I can't say no to."

The Marquis of Ascania folded his hands in front of his nose.

By this time, the middle-aged man from DRSD also knew that this matter was serious.

He stood up again and was about to say something.

But after seeing the tactical staff standing quietly beside the Marquis, he hesitated to speak.

Seeing his expression, Marquis Ascania raised his eyebrows.

"Raphael, please step back first."

"Yes, my lord."

Colonel Raphael, the tactical staff officer, bowed slightly, then turned and left, and activated the 'black box mode' for this conference room to prevent leaks.

More than ten minutes later, Colonel Raphael, standing at the door of the conference room, saw the middle-aged man from DRSD and diligently sent the Marquis of Ascania out.

It was easy to tell from the expression on his face that the Marquis had probably agreed to his request.

"What is it that can convince the Marquis?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Colonel Raphael's heart, but he quickly buried it in his heart.

He knew that this kind of thing was no longer something that a young colonel like him could focus on.

Soon, Raphael followed Marquis Ascania and walked towards the bridge again.

"Raphael," the Marquis walking in front spoke, his voice still so calm.

"The DRSD person will send you the approximate area. You and your team will make new arrangements based on the location of this area and the situation of surrounding troops."

The Marquis walked slowly in the corridor inside the ship. The armor plate on the left bulkhead had been retracted. Through the huge porthole on the bulkhead, he could see a large number of warships surrounding the Sword of Dawn.

And that planet in the distance. After having secret conversations with intelligence personnel, the meaning of this ordinary border agricultural planet has become different in his eyes.

"Yes, Lord Marquis, what is the tactical goal?"

"The first goal is naturally to regain the key to the space elevator. The second goal is to assist the people of DRSD to complete one of their secret missions. On this basis, if we encounter the defecting spy, we will kill him."

The Marquis of Ascania stopped and stood beside the huge floor-to-ceiling porthole.

"Find a team with a higher authority level and higher reliability. The confidentiality level of DRSD's mission this time is very high. It is easy for ordinary teams to leak secrets. I remember that Viscount Ancarin's Blood Dragon Group seems to be in this war zone, right? You can let them go implement."

"According to your will."

Amber, who was currently on the Robert 4, did not know that at the edge of the distant galaxy, a group of federal naval officers were mourning for themselves.

What he didn't even know was that there was a group of people in the Imperial fleet above him who were planning to cause trouble for him.

He is currently sitting on the roof of a 'Mongoose 4' wheeled armored vehicle, enjoying the rare quiet time in the evening breeze.

A gust of fragrant wind came from the side, carrying the monotonous fragrance of military shampoo.

Then there was a weight on his shoulders.

Amber turned her head slightly and saw that Isabel had fallen asleep in the evening breeze, and her head accidentally rested on her shoulder.

The two of them really haven't had much rest since they escaped from Yassin Base.

Even after the battle in the village, the convoy was running peacefully, only taking time to take a nap for a few minutes.

Even Amber started drinking military energy drinks, let alone Isabel, the female spy.

"Deliberately, or accidentally?"

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The female spy did not respond to Amber's teasing, but her breathing became more even.

What's this called? Stockholm Syndrome?

Amber couldn't help curling her lips, this woman was becoming less and less defensive towards him now.

Originally, this female imperial spy just walked next to him and planned to take this opportunity to discuss the follow-up plan.

After all, their current primary goal is to find a way to contact Isabel's elf friends, and then find a way to escape from Robert IV and join the elf ship.

But when they actually thought about it, the two found that the execution difficulty of this plan was still a bit too high.

Let’s not talk about how to contact Isabel’s elf friend without high-power communication equipment.

Even if the contact is made, how can one escape from Robert IV, a planet in flames of war?

The only way Amber can think of right now is to use a locked space elevator on the equator.

But if you delve a little deeper into the details, you will find that this plan is also full of loopholes.

"Forget it, just take it one step at a time."

Just when Amber was about to continue to enjoy the evening breeze, she saw the communications soldier in the communication relay vehicle in the distance suddenly jumped out of the tail hatch and ran towards her direction.

Judging from the expression after lifting up his tactical visor, he must have received some urgent message.

"The rest time has to end before it even begins."

Amber shook her head, then reached out and pinched Isabel's face next to her.

"Miss, wake up~"

(End of this chapter)