Unlimited Ambition

"Damage? Is it significant?" I asked.

Liu Ye shook his head: "It's not a big problem, once or twice is fine. But over time, as it accumulates, after twenty to thirty years, it will..."

“Then that won’t be a problem.” Hearing him say that, I interrupted him: “The profession of soldier already faces enough dangers. Adding one more wouldn’t matter.”

That's what I said, but I secretly made a decision: from now on, all high-ranking military officers' aircraft must use Sakuragi energy. As for the lowly soldiers, sorry, blame Japan if you want.

Chapter Six: The Fall of Japan

After the power system problem was solved, I started paying attention to that woman who reeked of curry. According to Ziyang, she was indeed a genius. She was incomparable to those useless researchers.

Genius...

I need to find a way to keep this woman tied down. Hmm... how about using support for Indian independence as leverage? She probably won't believe me, right? After all, I'm practically a member of the central government now.

In truth, most brilliant scientists don't have obvious political leanings. Or rather, their scientific careers are more appealing to them than the dirty politics. But this Lacusaita is clearly an exception.

A staunch Indian separatist. And the kind registered with the Ministry of Internal Security. He's been coming from the Indian military region these past few days under the guise of academic exchange; he might even be on a spy mission gathering intelligence.

However, this spy was clearly unqualified. He was far too high-profile. He actually dared to make sarcastic remarks just because he thought I was arrogant. If he didn't have some real talent, his ashes would have been mixed into cat food by now.

Moreover, it's easy to threaten a scientist like her. But she can also slack off in return. It's incredibly easy for intellectual workers like her to cheat on their jobs. And you can't really do anything about it.

This is a difficult situation.

This is really difficult.

"Alright, Fengxiao, Zhongda, Wenhe, you guys, stop sitting there. Give me some advice. How can we handle that woman?" I was getting annoyed. Besides, it's such a hot day; it should be a time to drink cold drinks and admire swimsuits at the water's edge. How can I let a curry-colored woman cause me so much trouble?

Fortunately, I'm in a superior position. I can delegate troublesome tasks to my subordinates.

Several resourceful individuals pretended to ponder for a while. Sima Zhongda spoke first: "My lord, it's truly difficult to win that woman's sincere allegiance. After all, the ideological differences between the two sides are too great. However, it's said that the Internal Affairs Department has professional hypnotists. Their interrogations and case-solving are always flawless. I wonder if that might be possible..."

I shook my head: "No, hypnotists do exist, but after hypnotizing someone, they become stupid. What I need is that woman's brain. Once she's stupid, she's no longer of any use to me."

Jia Xu and Jia Wenhe spoke second: "That woman might have important people like family and friends. We can take them hostage."

I shook my head and sighed, "Wenhe, Wenhe, how could you come up with such a terrible idea? It's as despicable as a street thug. And even if you threaten her with her family and friends, what if she becomes passive and uncooperative? You really don't live up to your reputation as a treacherous strategist."

Jia Xu grumbled aggrievedly, "Wasn't this nickname given to me by you, my lord?"

I gave Jia Wenhe a good dressing down. Guo Fengxiao burst into laughter. Hearing his laughter, I felt a glimmer of hope; perhaps this kid had come up with a brilliant idea.

So I asked, "Fongxiao, why are you laughing?"

Guo Fengxiao wiped away his tears, bowed to me, and said, "Zhongda, Wenhe and the other two are usually very arrogant, speaking with an air of superiority and grandeur; our lord is also a man of profound wisdom, holding a high position at such a young age and praised by the world. Unexpectedly, all three of us are stumped by a woman today. It's truly laughable, truly laughable!" After saying this, Guo Fengxiao burst into laughter again.

Hearing this dissolute young man speak so rudely, our expressions turned sour. We exchanged glances, then silently surrounded the boy. I then gave Xu Chu, who was watching the commotion, a look, signaling him to block the doorway.

after that……

"Hehehehe, since Fengxiao is spouting such nonsense, he must have some cunning scheme in mind. Tell me about it." I laughed maliciously, thinking to myself that no matter how reasonable this bastard's words were, he was definitely going to get a beating today.

"Our lord is caught in the middle of this situation and doesn't even realize it." The poor fellow still hadn't grasped what was going on, and maintained his smile. Now it was Sima Yi and Jia Xu's turn to sympathize with him.

"It's pathetic. This kid still has the nerve to talk back to us. He has no sense of propriety at all. He deserves to get beaten up." The two men exchanged a glance, sharing the same expression.

Guo Fengxiao, still smugly teasing me, said, "From my years of experience with women, this Indian woman is still a virgin. She must have been a virgin during her school days, seducing a postdoctoral fellow before becoming a virgin herself. She's never tasted the pleasures of love. My lord, all you need to do is unleash your charms and get her into bed. They say thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger. This woman is in her prime. If she hasn't been with me, fine, but once she's on me, how can she escape? I guarantee she'll go east and never west. Researching humanoid mechs will be a piece of cake..."

After saying that, the bastard seemed very happy and laughed again.

My face grew increasingly grim after that bastard came up with his idea. Then, when he finished speaking and started laughing, it was as chilling as a thousand-year-old iceberg.

But I was still mindful of my composure. I forced a smile and said to this bastard, "Fengxiao is right, but there is still one thing I don't understand. Fengxiao taught me that I am only ten years old this year and my sexual energy has not yet been released. I don't know how to use the flirtatious methods you mentioned."

Sima Zhongda and Jia Wenhe, seeing my extremely grim expression, both felt that this matter had escalated. They secretly prayed that Guo Fengxiao, that scoundrel, wouldn't spout any more nonsense and displease their lord. If he were executed, it would be justified. But if it implicated the two of them, they would be innocent victims.

But then this bastard exclaimed "Hey!" and said, "My lord, don't try to fool me. That day we bathed together, and I saw firsthand the magnificence of your manhood, a sight rarely seen in the world. I'm confident that even a ravenous young woman like you could be taken down..."

……

Hearing this bastard say such things, Sima Zhongda and Jia Wenhe slapped their foreheads, thinking, "That's it, this kid is asking for it. No wonder we didn't save him."

"Very good, very good." At this moment, the resentment behind me almost materialized. Even someone as oblivious as Guo Fengxiao sensed that something was wrong. "As expected of the naturally philandering Guo Fengxiao, a hero who went to a brothel at the age of twelve and lost his virginity. He actually came up with such a 'brilliant plan' for me."

"My lord, my lord, don't be impulsive! What Jia said is all true! My lord, think about it carefully. This idea is much more reliable than hypnotizing, brainwashing, or kidnapping relatives and friends!" The bastard finally realized what was happening. His voice trembled for a moment, and beads of sweat on his forehead were as big as soybeans.

"Enough talk! Zhongda, Wenhe, beat him up!!"

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Looks like these bastards are no good. Pshaw, Guo Fengxiao? May he burn out his lifespan soon, and be unable to have sex in this life.

Forget it, I can think about that later. At worst, I'll just send more spies to Brittany and copy their designs. I doubt the emperor will ask me for copyright.

Speaking of which, Cheng Yu has been doing quite well lately. Since graduating from the intelligence department and joining the internal affairs department, the department's efficiency has improved considerably.

However, now that the biggest problem of power and energy has been solved, the deployment of humanoid mechs can officially begin. The goal is to equip five special mech army groups within three years and complete the modernization of the entire army's equipment within ten years. Of course, "the entire army" here refers only to the Central Guard and the Northeast Army, which has close ties with the eunuch faction. As for other local armed forces, well...

That's about it.

The days that followed returned to normal. I handled some government affairs with the old man (most of which he pushed onto me). I kept an eye on whether any new talents were emerging at the private academies. I tried to extort money from Japan (still ineffective). I oversaw military preparations. And incidentally, I planted people in the Imperial Guard. I put my two most loyal, somewhat dim-witted, men, Dian Wei and Xu Chu, into it.

Then came the leisure time. Though not much. I could only playfully tease the emperor, making the seven-year-old girl blush.

Speaking of which, I'll be heading back to Northeast China in about six months. Has this guy forgotten about me?

I'm quite a stingy man, my Emperor. Please don't let me down.

autumn.

An agent lurking in Brittany has sent a startling message.

After lying low for a year, the emperor of the egg roll finally couldn't resist and decided to take action against Japan.

A total of over five million elite troops have been assembled, and humanoid mechs have been deployed. The number of combat mechs known as Knightmare Frames has reached twenty thousand. The Pacific Fleet is on high alert. Guns are loaded, swords are drawn, and they are poised to sail to the Japanese archipelago to establish Area 11.

It's frustrating. The military, including the Central Plains Military Region, the Jiangnan Military Region, and the Northeast Military Region, could mobilize a force of 30 million. The four navies alone have hundreds of heavy battleships. Unfortunately, those bastards in the south are watching us like hawks, always waiting for an opportunity. If war really breaks out, they'll definitely declare independence immediately. Then half the country will be gone.

Of course, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that half the country is gone in the current situation. But at least they can still maintain a facade of power. If this facade is broken, then…

"Let's inform the Japanese government of this." For a moment, even though I was only ten years old, I felt utterly exhausted. I rubbed my eyes and waved to Cheng Yu and Cheng Zhongde, who ran over to report to me: "Also, prepare the carriage. I'm going to the palace."

Although only two years older than Guo Jia, Cheng Yu was much more composed in his actions. What I admired even more was his loyalty and ruthless nature. Hearing me say this, Zhongde nodded and left without another word.

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Inside the Imperial Palace, the old man, who was handling state affairs in the Imperial Study, was startled upon hearing the news. After all, the Japanese archipelago was far too close to the mainland of the Chinese Federation. After pondering for a moment, the old man ruled out the idea of ​​sending troops to participate in the war. His face wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.

"Nephew, what do you think?" Seeing that he had no other choice, the old man, as usual, dumped the matter on me.

I rubbed my eyes, looking somewhat weary, and said, "Sending troops is not advisable. The new mech force hasn't yet reached sufficient combat capability. After all, we're already a step behind Britannia."

Thinking of this, I remembered that woman, Lakshya. Ever since I detained her, she's been just as unproductive as I'd imagined. Six months have passed, and she hasn't produced a single decent research result.

But I've pretty much figured out how to deal with her: "No more specially supplied tobacco. No more hefty allowances. No more luxurious houses, high-end sports cars, or gourmet meals. You'll be crammed into a tiny apartment of less than 30 square meters and eating instant noodles. If you can't produce any more research results, I'll sell you to a brothel." Just thinking about how I said all this to her makes her face turn green. Hahaha.

"Are we just going to stand by and watch Japan be annexed by Brittany?" the old man said, unwilling to accept it.

"Let's squeeze every last drop of value out of them." I sneered. "Those Japanese are all idiots. They're completely useless. What Brittany really wants is the Sakura Stone resource on Mount Fuji, which accounts for 70% of the proven reserves. In that case, let's provide them with some mechs. Let this battle become our weapons testing ground. Besides, don't the Japanese like to die for their country? Let's blow up Mount Fuji. Let those Brittanyans exhaust themselves and get nothing in return!"

The old man nodded: "That's the only way."

Seeing the old man's obvious signs of fatigue, I felt it best to encourage him, so I said, "Father, don't worry. The mech deployment is progressing rapidly. With full production, we can add two hundred mechs every day. At this rate, within ten years at the latest, we will have a powerful new army. By then, whether it's those bastards in the south, the EU, or Brittany, we'll send them all to eat shit. The Chinese Federation will still stand at the pinnacle of this world!"

Chapter Seven Negotiation

The year was drawing to a close. Less than a month remained before returning to Northeast China. The Japanese campaign had officially begun. Although the Chinese Federation had warned them beforehand, the disparity in strength between the two sides was simply too great. Since the Imperial Army's landing, the Japanese government forces had been retreating steadily, and had yet to win a single victory.

Waste, waste, waste, waste, waste! We've already provided you with a thousand mechs and supporting supplies. That's enough to handle one offensive. And you've just distributed those mechs evenly. What the hell is the use of one mech per regiment?! Waste, waste, waste, waste, waste!!!

The aid supplies were indeed sent through clandestine channels. But the result was infuriating. These bastards are just like they were with the tanks back then. They've been suffering for a hundred years and still haven't learned their lesson. They're truly beyond saving.

Just as I drew my sword and began hacking wildly at the desk, a trembling knock came at the door.

Generally speaking, when I'm in a bad mood, you can't find anyone in the office. Some of my subordinates were initially unsure. They thought I was like a child under ten years old. Even if my IQ was ridiculously high, my fighting ability couldn't be that high, right? It was even more unusual to see this usually arrogant senior consultant lose his temper. So they didn't want to leave.

How could I not know what those bastards were thinking? Taking advantage of the opportunity, I swiftly beheaded two people with a single sword strike. Then I added, "I'm going crazy and want to kill." That left the room deserted.

At this time, someone who dares to knock on the door could be either a crazy person with nerves as thick as steel and wanting to commit suicide, or they have something extremely important to report.

Take a deep breath, exhale, calm your heartbeat, and sheath your sword.

"Please come in."

A subordinate in military uniform cautiously entered, deliberately avoiding looking at the desk I had slashed to pieces. He snapped to attention with a military salute, then handed me an order. After that, it was as if he had just handed it to a great figure like the Dragon Braised Pork. I almost burst into tears. He walked faster than he could run.

What?

I was a little confused. Then I started watching.

Well, it's probably a few thousand words. The vast majority is empty platitudes and nonsense. Only two sentences are truly useful: 1. The Breton delegation is visiting; 2. That old geezer wants me to receive them.

What?! I crumpled the order into a ball and threw it in the trash. That old geezer's gotta avoid seeing me, not wanting to bother me. And he dumped this headache-inducing task on me. Ugh, what a load of rubbish.

Brittany isn't stupid. The fact that the Chinese Federation is secretly aiding Japan can't be hidden. Moreover, the Japanese archipelago is geographically very close to the Chinese Federation, both being superpowers. Although the Chinese Federation has declined somewhat in recent years, its millennia-old reputation still stands. It would be a lie to say they don't care.

So... what kind of terms will he offer? I'm kind of looking forward to it. If I can squeeze some money out of him this way, that would be great. Okay, it's settled then. Whatever terms he offers, I'll just increase the amount tenfold.

"Please immediately cease aid to the Japanese government and compensate our country for the losses caused as a result, amounting to ten billion US dollars."

After the two sides shook hands and sat down as host and guest, the woman from that family bluntly stated her conditions.

……

I stood up silently, then turned and left. I didn't want to linger there any longer. Otherwise, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to resist drawing my sword and killing this woman.

"Wait a minute! Is this how your country treats its diplomatic envoys? Don't you think it's extremely rude?" I didn't expect that woman to be so reckless. She actually dared to speak up and stop me.

"Barbarians, with the hearts of wolves." I sighed, then turned around and used the sword-drawing technique described in Japanese swordsmanship. A flash of light, and the woman was about to be beheaded like my foolish subordinates. But the woman opposite me seemed stunned and didn't react. Only then did I realize: this woman, I can't kill her.

If Brittany had sent just any envoy, they would have killed him without a second thought. But who knew what that emperor of the egg rolls was up to? This time, the envoy was none other than Princess Cornelia, who had distinguished herself on the African battlefield a few years prior.

Princess.

Perhaps that egg roll (a nickname for a woman) brought such harsh conditions to this proud princess, intending to use the Chinese Federation as a weapon to kill her daughter. After all, according to intelligence from the agents, this woman is extremely popular in the military, almost to the point of being able to rally support and be crowned emperor. If I were that egg roll, I might have done the same.

In a flash, the sword in his right hand froze, and the blade was now at her neck. It was just a hair's breadth away from cutting into her flesh.

Because I drew my sword so quickly, neither side's entourage reacted immediately, only now realizing what was happening. The Brittany's entourage watched helplessly as their princess had a sword held to her neck. Their hearts leaped into their throats. Those with guns drew theirs, those without drew their swords, and those without even swords simply dismantled their chairs with a snap, each taking a leg. Quite efficient indeed.

In contrast, the Chinese Federation was no pushover either. Dian Wei and Xu Chu, those two lads who had been with me for several years, were already nearly two meters tall at just sixteen years old. They were exceptionally well-trained. The moment they saw trouble, they simultaneously opened their holsters without a word. The Brittany's entourage gasped in shock. What looked like ordinary pistols in their holsters were actually two submachine guns.

The Bretons compared the chair legs in their hands to the submachine guns in the enemy's. They realized they seemed to be at a disadvantage. Moreover, their princess was still in the enemy's hands, so they dared not make a move.