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Nearly thirty percent of the ground forces stationed on Planet Krotan were "soldier-slaves" (a term analogous to being debt-bound, akin to mortgage slaves). Perhaps over the next three years, their parents—or even siblings—would labor tirelessly, take odd jobs, or worse, sell themselves just to scrape together enough money for their freedom. But if they failed to earn enough, or if some unforeseen calamity wiped out their savings, these soldiers would board the express train to hell, plunging into a fiery abyss devoid of sunlight, hope, or future.

Against this backdrop, it was only natural that the First and Second Fleets of the Northern Sea—where soldier-slaves made up a significant portion of the ranks—rose in rebellion after Marion’s impassioned call to arms. As for the officers? Who knows what promises that old fox dangled before them. After all, behind the Garcia Resistance stood the Charles Federation, a nation that championed freedom and democracy as universal values. The allure of joining the Charles Federation, becoming true citizens no longer bound by servitude or forced deference, was an offer few mid- and low-ranking officers could resist.

Aldrich ordered his eastern garrison to surround Droznyr Naval Port with a tight blockade. Using loudspeakers, satellite broadcasts, and leaflets scattered like confetti, he launched a psychological campaign aimed at softening the resolve of the besieged troops inside. He promised amnesty from military service for all who surrendered, allowing them to return home to reunite with loved ones and live out their days in peace. Even rebellious officers, he assured, would be pardoned without repercussions.

But Marion countered with a masterstroke, once again foiling Aldrich and his strategists' meticulously crafted plans. After securing complete control of Thor Continent's missile base, he instructed his subordinates to launch the stockpiled electromagnetic pulse missiles stored there. These weapons obliterated the dense web of military satellites orbiting the planet, leaving the government blind.

Meanwhile, sporadic uprisings in central Odin Continent had escalated dramatically, threatening to spill over into the capital. In the east, rebel forces advanced unimpeded, now free from the resistance of the First Legion, seizing nearly a million square kilometers along the Sunaru River basin under their banner.

Panicked, Aldrich acted swiftly upon his advisors’ recommendations. He dispatched the Second Legion, which had been guarding the capital, to quell the scattered insurgencies in central Odin while withdrawing part of the forces surrounding Droznyr Naval Port to reinforce the eastern front and stabilize the precarious situation along the Sunaru River.

With ninety-nine percent of the military satellites destroyed in the earlier missile strike, the government scrambled to cobble together a makeshift communication network using the handful of polar-orbit satellites still operational above Freyr Continent and repurposing commercial-grade satellites as nodes.

Whether due to poor timing or reluctance to corner Aldrich too aggressively, the rebels refrained from launching a second wave of missile attacks. This reprieve allowed Aldrich’s administration to cling to power, however tenuously, and continue functioning.

Yet sparing the satellite network didn’t mean letting the military off the hook entirely. The First and Second Fleets of the Northern Sea set sail from Karst Naval Port, shielded by Droznyr Naval Port’s formidable defenses, and unleashed a surprise barrage of medium- and long-range weaponry against the outer perimeter of the First Legion.

On one hand, Marion had firmly seized control of Thor Continent’s missile bases; on the other, the First and Second Fleets used Karst and Droznyr Naval Ports as pivots to bring the entire Northern Sea—and hundreds of kilometers of land surrounding Droznyr Naval Port—under rebel dominion.

Faced with such developments, Aldrich and his ruling faction found themselves trapped between a rock and a hard place.

Reconciliation with the Garcia Resistance? Impossible. The sacred light of “Celtic’s” holy sword would never tolerate defilement by these vermin. Launching a full-scale offensive? After the disastrous battle at Karst Naval Port, where the Southern Sea’s Second Fleet was nearly annihilated and the First and Third Fleets also suffered heavy losses, another naval engagement might end in stalemate. And if the Northern Sea fleets stayed close to their fortified ports, relying on defensive structures to wear down the enemy fleet, defeat would surely fall to the Southern Sea forces.

Could they breach the naval port instead? A coordinated assault by sea, land, and air—the Southern Sea’s First and Third Fleets offshore, the First and Second Armies on land, and fighter squadrons in the skies—could conceivably overwhelm Droznyr Naval Port’s defenses. But would Marion, that crafty old fox, sit idly by while the rebels lost their strategic stronghold on Odin Continent? Unlikely. Those medium- and long-range missiles tucked away in underground silos weren’t mere decorations. Besides, diverting the Second Army meant weakening the capital’s defenses. Aldrich wasn’t stupid—he didn’t want to leave himself vulnerable to guerrilla strikes. Dealing with insurgents lurking in the shadows was already headache-inducing enough.

There remained one final option: nuclear weapons. In this era, nukes weren’t as commonplace as roadside cabbages, but almost every planet maintained at least one or two nuclear facilities to deter foreign invasions.

The premier nuclear facility on Planet Krotan was undoubtedly Thor Continent’s missile base—but alas, it was now firmly in the hands of Marion’s rebels. Freyr Continent’s spaceport housed a nuclear silo as well, and a small nuclear installation lay hidden on an island called Sarrolhas.

But nuclear weapons were like acne: amusing when it appeared on someone else’s face, but not so pleasant when it broke out on your own. Bombarding Thor Continent’s missile base with nuclear warheads? Forget it. With reinforced bunkers buried dozens of meters deep beneath layers of anti-nuclear shielding, nothing short of obliterating the entire planet would flush out Marion.

As a fallback plan, targeting Droznyr Naval Port with a neutron bomb sounded tempting—wiping out the enemy while leaving equipment intact. It seemed like a brilliant idea. Yet, who was backing Marion? The Charles Federation. An incident involving nuclear strikes on civilian populations within their own territory would ignite international outrage. Under the weight of public opinion, even Emperor Colcrav I would find himself scrambling to appease the masses—and inevitably sacrifice someone to quell the fury. That scapegoat couldn’t be too high-ranking or too insignificant. Ideally, it should be a minor noble whose loss wouldn’t cause much stir.

It certainly wouldn’t be Cain Rudolf. So, the burden of playing sacrificial pawn would fall squarely on Aldrich’s shoulders. Thus, nuclear options remained untouchable. Losing the planet was bad, but reclaiming it later was possible. At worst, he’d face demotion or accountability—but at least he wouldn’t have to share tea with Satan anytime soon.

Conversely, Marion couldn’t resort to nukes either. As the leader of the resistance, he prided himself on championing freedom, democracy, compassion, and harmony—a moral high ground incompatible with wielding weapons of mass destruction.

Aldrich had always been a man unwilling to admit defeat. What happened on his turf must be resolved by his own hand. Most officials dismissed his chances, given Marion’s vast experience—"he’s eaten more salt than you’ve walked miles," as the saying went. Still, sheer numbers favored the army, giving them a fighting chance to crush the Garcia Resistance.

And so, the battlefield grew tense. Both fleets faced off near the Northern Sea, while the three divisions of the First Legion established a defensive line in the Milde Corridor south of Droznyr Naval Port.

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