China. National Security Administration Headquarters.

"Report: Choi Mingmei is here!"

The director raised his head and looked solemn: "Please come in!"

"yes!"

After a while, a charming woman walked into the office.

"Please sit down!"

"Thank you, Director!"

The Director of National Security waved his hand and looked solemn: "You don't have to be polite! It should be me who thanks you, and the country should thank you too!"

Hearing this, the charming woman who had just sat down quickly stood up and was at a loss: "Director, I..."

"Sit down!"

After comforting the woman again, the director of the Guoan Security Bureau walked around from behind the desk. Then he silently looked at the woman in front of him.

He didn't speak, and the woman didn't speak.

The dull, sad atmosphere came to an end, and it lingers in the office for a long time...

"I……"

The Director of National Security opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he just made a mute voice.

The woman shook her head, her eyes clear, and she understood what the director meant.

As the last link in the "China X Plan", she needs to sacrifice when necessary. Maybe tomorrow, or next year...

However, for this country, she has no regrets.

Sudden!

The National Security Director, who is over 60 years old, put his feet together and then bent down heavily: "Cainful Fox, thank you and your family for your efforts. On behalf of the Chinese government, I thank you, the country will never forget you!"

What? The cunning fox and his family? And they are also paying for the "x plan"?

At this time, the charming woman stood up, then stretched out her hand and helped the director up: "Director, don't say much. She has agreed!"

She? Who is she? Where is she?

Hearing this, the Director of the National Security Bureau breathed a sigh of relief. He just wanted to give the cunning fox a little psychological pressure, but he didn't expect...

Alas, the country is sorry for them!

"Thanks!"

The Director of the National Security Bureau once again said thank you. This time, it was sincere and there was no ruthless factor involved in any agents.

The charming woman nodded, then turned around and walked out of the office silently.

She dedicated her family.

At this moment, the woman's eyes were filled with tears. She didn't know whether she was right or wrong, but...

Why!

...

Time flies so fast, and it will be 4 days later.

December 24, 2015. Night.

Countless people are already spending Christmas Eve with their families, but behind this warmth, there are many busy figures.

8 pm.

China. Eastern Guanzhong Plain. Military forbidden zone.

On the endless plains, countless combat machines are arranged densely. The tall fuselage gives the bitter metallic luster a daunting look.

They are winter melon melon melon mechas made in China.

"Report to the head: 200,000 mechas are ready!"

The old general nodded, then waved his hand back, and a senior officer immediately walked up and handed him a communications headset.

"Connect the Big Pumpkin Asia Military Headquarters! Connect the Ministry of Defense! Connect the ‘j’ Force Command Center!"

"Yes, Chief!"

In a moment, the communication connection was completed.

At this moment, the old general was solemn and spoke loudly: "With the military rights granted by the Pumpkin Alliance and the command rights granted by the Military Commission, now, I order: The Chinese 'j' troops will take their place immediately and prepare to activate the winter melon mecha!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

At this moment, thousands of miles away from this place, 100,000 Chinese soldiers were already sitting in a huge military base.

"Wear a helmet!"

A huge command sounded throughout the base, but with a swish, 100,000 soldiers all picked up the consciousness-changing helmet in front of them and put it on their heads.

No one trembled because they were already very skilled.

"Start awareness conversion, countdown 5 seconds, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"

"start up!"

As the sound came, the consciousness of 100,000 soldiers instantly left their bodies. In an endless short period of time, they crossed thousands of miles and entered the interior of the mecha army on the Guanzhong Plain.

The next moment, killing machines opened their eyes.

It is red and serene, as if it contains endless murderous intent...

"Take off! Destination: United States, Yamojave Desert!"

boom!

Endless flames burned from the feet of the mecha, and a army of 100,000 mechas soared into the sky and shot towards the sky...

Coincidentally, at this time, the same words sounded from the Japanese Defense Department.

"With the military rights granted by the Pumpkin Alliance and the command rights granted by the cabinet, I order: Japan's 'Gundam' troops will be dispatched immediately, and their destination is: the United States, the Yamojave Desert."

"Hi!"

On the Tokyo Bay Beach, 50,000 mechas were burning with raging fireworks and shooting towards the sky.

Then there are South Korea, India, Pakistan, Russia, and the EU...

This scene attracted the attention of countless people from all over the world.

Many people didn't even have Christmas Eve and ran out of the house and looked up at the sky.

Media from all over the world began to report on this grand occasion.

Ten minutes later, under the control of soldiers from various countries, the Pumpkin Alliance's army of winter mechas gathered in the Amojave Desert in the United States.

There is a huge steel city there called Sky City.

This is the first interstellar war fortress for humans on Earth.

It is so big that it is like a modern city. It is so powerful that it is equipped with the world's most advanced and top terror weapons.

It is created by the global capital community for 120 trillion yuan of funds and resources.

It is the hard work of 88 countries of the Pumpkin Alliance.

It is the expectation of 7.2 billion intelligent life on Earth.

...

At this time, the US Department of Defense.

In the hall of the Pentagon Command Center, all the leaders of the 88 countries of the Pumpkin Alliance are there.

Through satellites, leaders of various countries also saw this scene, and then the leaders of the five permanent members took a step forward together.

"I order: The space fleet in the American Military Execution Zone will return to the team immediately!"

"I order: The space fleet in the Asian Military Execution Zone will return to the team immediately!"

"I order: The space fleet in the European Military Execution Zone will return to the team immediately!"

As the sound fell, the earth shook, and huge large pumpkin warships and frigates rose to the sky.

At this moment, ripples appeared in the space. In an instant, all the warships turned into endless particles and disappeared.

Ten seconds later, endless particles appeared again over the American Amojave Desert, reorganized into a fleet of 30 pumpkins.

"Boom boom boom"

The fleet landed, the desert shook, and endless sand and dust rose.

"Report: The American Pumpkin Fleet is in place, and the American Winter Pumpkin Mecha Force is in place!"

"Report: The Asian Pumpkin Fleet is in place, and the Asian Winter Pumpkin Mecha Force is in place!"

"Report: The European Pumpkin Fleet is in place, and the European Winter Pumpkin Mecha Force is in place!"

As the sound came to an end, thunderous applause rang inside the Pentagon command center.

After a while, the applause stopped.

An officer walked up and handed a sacred Bible to the President of the United States.

Obama took the Bible and placed it on the platform in front of him. Then he pressed the Bible with his hand, raised his right hand high, with a solemn and solemn expression.

He looked around, everyone stared at him intently, his eyes full of endless expectations.

At this moment, Obama spoke, his voice sacred and solemn:

“With the sacred rights given to me by the Pumpkin Alliance, here I declare…”

"From today and from this moment on, the Galaxy Fleet is officially established!"
Chapter completed!