Jiang Ye worked for three days and three nights, meeting with heads of state and representatives from various planets.
Everyone was quite supportive, with many planetary leaders expressing their willingness to send troops to aid Jiang Ye in attacking the Exile Star, or offering weapons, equipment, and economic assistance.
Jiang Ye requested some military advisors who had experience in similar wars, and everyone readily agreed.
As for military aid, Jiang Ye dared not accept.
Once he borrowed other people's troops, he would definitely have to cede some benefits after the war.
The Exile Star could definitely be conquered; why would he give it away for free?
After arranging matters for Jiang Ye Star and Bi Rong Star, Jiang Ye rushed back to the space city. The situation had escalated, and he needed to be with his wife.
As soon as he reached the corridor of the command center, Jiang Ye sensed that the atmosphere was not right.
Military officers coming and going had looks of shock on their faces, and they regarded Jiang Ye with extreme fear and trepidation.
Jiang Ye walked forward and happened to encounter several medics carrying a stretcher out of the commander's office. As soon as they emerged, the commander's office door slammed shut and was immediately locked.
On the stretcher was not an injured person, but a corpse covered with a white cloth, on which were a few bloodstains.
Jiang Ye was startled, stopped the medics, and lifted the white cloth to take a look.
It was a very young, fair-haired Caucasian officer, shot several times in the head. His eyeballs had bulged out, and his brains were smeared all over his face, emitting a chilling, fishy odor.
"Who killed him?" Jiang Ye asked, shocked.
"Commander Cen," a medic whispered.
Jiang Ye hurried to the commander's office and knocked forcefully on the door.
A message immediately appeared on the door: "Resting, please do not disturb."
Jiang Ye quickly called out, "It's me!"
After two seconds, the door unlocked with a click. Jiang Ye quickly opened it and went inside.
Cen Yemeng was wearing a black dress uniform, her eyes red-rimmed and her face streaked with tears. She sat by the window, her expression a mixture of grief, disgust, anger, and helplessness. Beside her lay a small lady's pistol, and a few shell casings lay on the floor.
Jiang Ye closed the door and quickly went to embrace her.
"What happened?" Jiang Ye asked. "Who is dead?"
"Zhan Jin Harun, a junior civil official in the army," Cen Yemeng said, hugging her husband tightly and crying intermittently. "He was in charge of the artificial blood transport, and he's been coming to my office to submit reports these past few days."
"Did he mess up the job?" Jiang Ye frowned.
"No. It was just the two of us in the office. I was standing and looking at the latest intelligence when he suddenly knelt down and crawled to my feet, licking the top of my foot with all his might," Cen Yemeng trembled. "I screamed in fright, and he, like a madman, said he loved me and grabbed my foot, gnawing at it like a zombie. The wet, sticky feeling made me tremble with disgust. I kicked him, but he didn't move. My mind went blank, I took out my gun, and shot him a few times."
Jiang Ye was shocked.
Such a thing could happen?
"Shall I help you to the bathroom to wash up?" Jiang Ye asked.
"I've already washed," Cen Yemeng continued to cry. "I'm really scared. He seemed like a very loyal subordinate; how could he suddenly change like that?"
"You must find some female aides to protect you closely," Jiang Ye said, also worried. "You shot him; what if you hit your own leg? This is too dangerous."
Jiang Ye comforted her for a while.
Cen Yemeng's emotions finally calmed down.
The two began to discuss official matters.
In the past few days, intelligence officers had contacted many Yellow Turban Army members on the Exile Star.
The total number of Yellow Turban Army members that could be accounted for was 1.12 million, excluding infants. The number was extremely large, but it seemed too small compared to the billions of inhabitants on the Exile Star. Moreover, these 1.12 million Yellow Turban Army members were not a unified entity but were scattered across more than six thousand teams globally. The largest team had 100,000 people, while the smallest had only a few hundred.
All the Yellow Turban Army members were holed up in remote areas such as deep mountains, deserts, coastal wastelands, and isolated islands. Some even lived on ice fields, like Eskimos.
However, a small number of Yellow Turban Army members had developed urban residents into their informants.
These informants appeared to be ordinary citizens, working like everyone else, living like everyone else, and fully integrated into the Exile Star. But in private, they were responsible for gathering intelligence, purchasing supplies, rescuing captured Yellow Turban Army members, and so on.
The number of informants was temporarily unknown. It was only known that in some cities, the number, skill, and influence of informants were very strong. Initially, the Yellow Turban Army had only developed a few scattered urban residents into informants, and soon these informants infiltrated their neighbors, relatives, and friends within the city, gradually spreading like a plague.
There were too many reasons why the informants were willing to serve the Yellow Turban Army. Some wanted to have their own children through natural means, some could not bear a stagnant world, and some were motivated by self-interest.
It was entirely thanks to these informants stealing or buying supplies from the cities that many Yellow Turban Army members in the no-man's-land could survive.
Currently, Cen Yemeng had ordered multiple supply airdrops.
There were many details regarding the airdrops.
First, all supplies were placed in specially designed airdrop barrels. These barrels were as tall as a person and were covered with special materials that could avoid radar detection. On the displays of the Exile Star army, each airdrop barrel appeared as a square centimeter, and sometimes, due to signal interference, it would disappear altogether.
However, the Exile Star's radar also had an artificial intelligence recognition function. Once any object, no matter how small, reached a certain speed, it would trigger an alarm.
To deal with this alarm, the airdrop barrels would deploy parachutes to decelerate once they reached a certain altitude.
The color of the parachutes was determined by the local geographical environment. For example, the parachutes in rainforest areas were rainforest camouflage, and those in desert areas were yellow desert camouflage. Each camouflage was specially customized by artificial intelligence and was only applicable to a small area. The parachutes for important supplies were made of optical camouflage fabric. This fabric appeared completely invisible from a distance, as if there were some distortion in space.
In addition to manipulating the airdrops, the local Yellow Turban Army also had informants serving in radar units everywhere. These informants could ensure that even if the airdrops were seen, they would be ignored, and the records would be accidentally deleted. However, most of the time, they had no idea that massive airdrops were descending with trailing parachute blossoms.
So far, the following supplies have been airdropped to the Yellow Turban Army in various locations:
120,000 bags of artificial blood, 4 liters per bag, suitable for temporary replacement of all blood types for battlefield first aid.
60,000 tracking individual rocket launchers, 120,000 high-explosive rockets, 60,000 electromagnetic rockets, 120,000 incendiary rockets, and 240,000 armor-piercing rounds.
100,000 shaped charge pistols, and 2,000 machines for manufacturing bullets. The raw materials for bullets were simple, and ordinary metals could be used. Many Yellow Turban Army members used purchased iron tableware and scrap cars to make bullets.
300,000 cans of infant formula, 300,000 doses of comprehensive vaccines, and 300,000 pieces of baby clothes.