Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 782

Chapter 777: Really a blood loss

. The Alliance’s long-term strategy is to peacefully transform the Eastern Cosmic Territory.

Leveraging its formidable economic and cultural influence, it aims to infiltrate the political and military spheres.

Forget about “conquering the enemy without fighting”; it’s simply about conquering the entire Cosmic Territory.

And Yin Baxi is here to change all of this.

However, while he was full of confidence when he first arrived, after a few years, he’s become increasingly haggard.

It’s much more difficult than he’d imagined!

He arrives with a powerful force.

Of course, he’s not looking to confront the Alliance.

Even if he wanted to, the Imperial Central Government wouldn’t allow it.

And they wouldn’t be able to defeat him. Everyone knows the Alliance is a capable fighter.

But using them against the Eastern Cosmic Territory’s indigenous forces is no problem.

The troops he’s brought are specifically for this purpose: to see who dares to act rashly.

With military support, wouldn’t he be able to do anything he wants next?

As for the possibility of Alliance intervention…it’s certainly possible, but after analysis, it’s unlikely to be military intervention.

The Alliance has no legitimate reason to do such a thing.

A large-scale invasion, a direct military confrontation between the Eastern Space Region and the Imperial Center, was an exaggeration.

Over the next few years, events unfolded much as Yinbarshim had envisioned.

The Alliance was unable to intervene militarily, and even political intervention was difficult. Instead, it could only strengthen economic ties and strengthen the bonds between the two sides.

However, this was precisely where the problem lay.

The economic ties between the Alliance and the powerful in the Eastern Space Region were deeply intertwined. Yinbarshim’s reforms to de-alliance were undoubtedly severing their financial resources.

That was akin to killing their parents.

Unrest was inevitable.

This was within his expectations.

However, those powerful individuals refused to resist directly, instead engaging in various subtle, clandestine actions.

Yinbarshim initially tried to appease them, but when that proved untenable, he resorted to heavy-handed suppression.

The resulting turmoil and unrest began to impact Imperial tax revenues in the Eastern Space Region.

Gallardo’s Alliance supporters constantly attacked him on Holy Terra, using the reduction in Imperial tax revenues as their primary weapon.

He was under immense pressure, but fortunately, he had supporters. Not only did his position remain relatively secure for the time being, but he even received additional personnel.

Under these circumstances, he began to suppress the rebellion with increasing severity, even resorting to v*olence and killing to establish his authority.

But he soon discovered that killing wasn’t so easy.

Often, he simply couldn’t kill!

As soon as he took action, the person disappeared.

This raised two questions:

How did the person learn of the situation in advance and then flee?

How did they escape, leaving no trace?

These two questions pointed to two fundamental issues.

First, his subordinates were likely thoroughly infiltrated, and the decision to act was made, and word spread within minutes.

Second, the Alliance must have intervened. Their elite agents were likely already in various core areas of the Eastern Universe. With the cooperation of infiltrated local forces, they could quickly transfer the person and bring him into Alliance territory.

On the hidden battlefield, his men were completely defeated.

Even if Yinbarshim made up his mind to completely abandon the native Eastern Territory personnel and rely solely on the men he brought from Holy Terra for everything from issuing orders to executing them, this problem still proved intractable.

After spending so long in the Eastern Territory, even those from Holy Terra wouldn’t necessarily retain much loyalty.

After all, they weren’t just somewhere else; they needed to eat, drink, defecate, urinate, and sleep. Interacting with the Eastern Territory natives, and inevitably with the pervasive Alliance agents, meant infiltration was inevitable.

Furthermore, there was a chance that some sleight of hand had already been infiltrated before they arrived in the Eastern Territory, even before they departed from Holy Terra

. Even if Yinbarshim used his own men, he couldn’t do without the Eastern Territory natives. Intelligence acquisition, local familiarity, local supplies… everything depended on the locals.

His manpower was completely outmatched by the Alliance’s operatives.

Yinbarshim even gradually came to realize that the current situation was only due to the Alliance’s restraint. If the Alliance didn’t restrain themselves, they could have him dead.

All those so-called experts he brought from Holy Terra, whether they were psykers or even dozens of assassins from the Assassin’s Court, were useless and couldn’t save him.

Frustrated, Yinbarshim even considered quitting.

The pressure on Holy Terra was immense, and his work in the Eastern Universe was frustratingly difficult. He was being scolded from above and below; this job was truly boring. He

might as well be dismissed, return to Holy Terra and find another opportunity. Whoever wanted to take over this mess in the Eastern Universe could do it. I’m done with it.

But it wouldn’t work.

Recently, someone in Holy Terra made a clear request he couldn’t refuse.

With a grimace, he could only go along.

Then, the Alliance received news: Yinbarshim, as the President of the Universe, had issued an order prohibiting trade with the Alliance and enforcing a trade ban.

He needed an excuse, and all that, like “the safety of the entire Eastern Universe” or “economic development and internal circulation,” could be made up.

But everyone knew the reason for this ban.

Along with the ban, Yinbarshim also ordered the seizure of all Alliance-affiliated merchant ships docked on 18 planets, including Wuji, the capital of the Eastern Universe, and the arrest of all Alliance personnel.

This was a tactical move towards a complete break with

the alliance! He was completely betraying the Eastern Universe’s native forces and rebelling against them!

In previous years, no matter how fiercely Yinbarshim fought Alliance agents on the dark front, he had never gone this far.

Secretly, when Alliance members died, no matter how Yinbarshim presented the evidence, the Alliance would deny it. Even if the evidence was overwhelmingly conclusive, they could simply claim it was a fabrication and the situation would be resolved.

Of course, in most cases, the Alliance succeeded. Yinbarshim claimed it was the Alliance’s doing, but the Alliance refused to acknowledge it. This

was perfectly normal.

If the Alliance ever admitted it, Yinbarshim would be paralyzed: “What’s the big deal if I admit it?

Isn’t it best for everyone to maintain a tacit understanding as we are now?”

However, to expose the conflict now, and to point the finger directly at the Alliance, would be fatal.

This would send the relationship between the Alliance and the Imperial Center plummeting.

Yinbarshim had also reported the relevant situation to his superiors.

He had suffered enough at the hands of the Alliance in the Eastern Space Region, and naturally, he hated it to the core. However, precisely because of this, he fully understood the Alliance’s influence and strength. Compared to many of the masters on Holy Terra, he was actually even more reluctant to overthrow the Alliance.

But he wasn’t the one making the decisions; he was merely the executor.

His position was not low, so his superiors wouldn’t just shut him up and do his bidding without explanation.

They did explain their reasons:

“The Alliance has rejected the Empire’s tax proposal. We must put pressure on them in certain areas.”

Yinbarshim agreed with the decision.

If the Alliance refused to raise taxes and there were no consequences, how could they discuss the matter further? How could the Empire’s authority be maintained?

From this perspective, the Empire had to take action.

It would have been even better if the person who took action was not him.

But he had no choice but to do it.

How would things develop next?

To be honest, Yinbarshim himself had no idea.

He had made many requests to Holy Terra, hoping to obtain stronger military support.

When he left Holy Terra, he was accompanied by a regiment of the Astra Militarum and a fleet. These were more than enough to suppress the unrest in the Eastern Universe. However, facing the Alliance directly, her words were like paper.

The Imperial Center agreed, but told him not to rush. It would take time for the troops to arrive, after all, they were so far away.

Even in the worst-case scenario, with the vast Eastern Universe, Yinbarshim could consolidate his forces, and with the help of his own resources, he could hold out for two or three years without any problems, and he would surely be able to wait for reinforcements.

Yinbarshim thought the masters on Holy Terra were crazy.

What were they thinking?

Integration? Integration! As soon as the Alliance fleet arrived, the local dignitaries, governments, and people’s armies would all throw themselves into the air, ready to welcome the imperial army.

The Alliance wasn’t coming to fight, but simply to march and take over the local areas.

The only place capable of truly engaging the Alliance was probably Wuji Star, where he personally commanded.

But even that was unlikely.

His troops would be isolated, and morale would be low at best. Furthermore, it was very likely that while the fighting was raging outside, there were already numerous rebel armies wreaking havoc on the ground.

His forces faced a powerful alliance on the outside and were caught in the vast ocean of people’s war on the inside… Win? Hold? Forget it; they would crumble at the slightest touch.

He was truly terrified.

He could only pray to the Emperor that a real fight wouldn’t break out.

Shouldn’t it…?

Probably not.

The probability of a war breaking out was still very low.

If a war did break out, there would likely be several steps involved.

…

“Brother, where are you from?”

Inside the prison, Fan Xiaocheng was bored to death. He called out to the prisoner in the next cell, “Hey, buddy, come out and chat, this is so boring.”

There was no reply.

“I know you’re here. I saw them lock you up yesterday.”

Still no response.

But Fan Xiaocheng still talked to himself: “Alas, I don’t know when this imprisonment will end… Brother, you were imprisoned later, do you have any news? Share it with your brothers!”

The person next door finally spoke: “No news, our ship almost left the port, but was finally detained.”

“Wow! You finally decided to speak.”

The voice next door was quite helpless: “If I don’t speak, I will be annoyed to death by you.”

“Hehe, isn’t it because you are too bored? I was afraid that you were beaten and couldn’t speak.”

“They are quite polite to the Alliance people because they have never been beaten.”

“That’s right! We Alliance people have the support! I tell you, that damn chairman from Holy Terra will release us sooner or later. He arrested us and issued a trade ban, just for show. Without our alliance, these people in the Eastern Universe will all become beggars!”

“Oh, are you so optimistic?”

“You don’t believe it?”

“Maybe Yin Bashim will turn against the Alliance and start a war? At that time, we will all be executed.”

“Ah, this…” Fan Xiaocheng was stunned for a moment, then said, “Impossible? They still dare to fight? They are looking for death? I have been traveling all over the country on this trade route for a long time. It is no exaggeration to say that the Eastern Universe really depends on us for food. Isn’t he rebelling against himself and destroying his own bowl?”

“Who knows. Even if they are looking for death, there is always time to shoot us all before they are finished.”

“No, you are too pessimistic.”

“…”

Hearing that the other side did not speak, Fan Xiaocheng continued: “Even if that is the case, the Alliance will definitely send someone to rescue us.”

“Hehe.”

“No, why are you sneering? Don’t you believe in the Alliance?”

“Hehe.” “

Hey! It seems that you really don’t believe it! I am from the Angry Owl Star, an old Alliance member, I have to talk to you!”

Fan Xiaocheng began to tell the other side about the glorious history of the Alliance, to prove the correctness of the Alliance, and the Alliance’s firm determination not to give up its own people.

He talked eloquently for a long time, and even though the people next to him either kept silent or sneered, Fan Xiaocheng didn’t find it annoying at all.

He was just this energetic and talkative person, and he had been like this since he was a child.

But Kugua, who was sitting next door, was getting really impatient. He finally stopped sneering and said, “Can you shut up? Don’t you think you can still laugh when you’re taken to the execution ground? You’re not from the Alliance?

“No, buddy? You sound like you’re not from the Alliance. Where are you from?”

“I… I’m considered an Alliance now, I guess.”

“What do you mean, I’m considered an Alliance? Where are you from?”

“Austoria.” “

? What’s that?”

“…The Princess Star Region.”

“Oh, from the Princess Star Region, the New Alliance? We’re one of them, too. The Alliance will definitely stand by you. Do you think you’re like your old Iron Armor?”

“You…” Kugua opened his mouth to retort, but the words stayed.

If it were thirty years ago, when he was still a teenager, raised on Iron Armor’s heroic tales, he would have argued fiercely with Fan Xiaocheng.

But now?

What was there to argue about?

Iron Armor is long gone!

He has become a member of the Alliance.

But at this moment, Fan Xiaocheng’s senses became sharper: “Don’t think about your broken Iron Armor. They are just a group of guys with ambition but no ability. They also caused your Royal Star Region to become like that. It has not recovered for more than ten years. Even if they lost the battle, it would be fine. But in the end, they released so many insect swarms. That is a heinous crime. They don’t treat you Royal Women as human beings. What kind of nostalgia are you still missing?”

“You…” Kugua was choked again.

He was not a good debater, and at this moment he did not know what to say. He could only sullenly say: “How can the Alliance be any better? They still do not take the lives of civilians seriously. We are just pawns that can be sacrificed when the big men clash.”

“Hey! I really don’t believe it. Let’s make a bet. The Alliance will definitely find a way to save us!”

“What are you betting on? It’s come to this. Are you betting on who will be in front when you are shot?”

Fan Xiaocheng laughed: “Haha, let’s bet on this. If you really have to be shot, I will die before you!”

“Let’s bet.”

Just as Kugua finished speaking, there was a sudden explosion.

In front of them, one side of the prison wall was suddenly blown open.

A team of well-trained elite soldiers dressed in black and armed with guns broke in.

Kugua was stunned.

Are they serious?

This is a high-level prison on Wuji Star, where important prisoners are held. How can they be so easy to rescue?

How did they break through the wall so easily?

At this time, only the chatterbox next to him laughed out loud: “I won! Hahaha! I didn’t expect to win so quickly!”

Kugua didn’t know what to say in his heart, but when he heard the shouting of the people next to him became more and more harsh, he couldn’t help but retort: “…We haven’t told you what the bet is that you won.”

Fan Xiaocheng’s laughter stopped abruptly.

“Fuck! Damn it!”

(End of this chapter)