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The eternal nebula traverses the sky. The red star sprinkled blazing light and heat into the airspace of Newton's jumping point without reservation.

A flash of reflected light was beating among the wreckage.

They suddenly jumped on a shattered battleship shell, and suddenly jumped on a piece of glass that seemed to melt in the darkness, suddenly disappeared collectively, and suddenly like a dark cloud spreading the sun on the lake surface, rippling countless sparkling golden lights.

The void in nothingness has become colorful because of the sky debris. However, this beautiful scenery brings people not the joy of intoxication, but the cold despair.

A Chuckner fleet made an arc on the edge of the wreckage and entered the predetermined location.

To the left of this fleet, which has been downsized by 30%, is the Fleet of the Free Alliance of Catania, and on the right is the Fleet of the Federation of Pudituk.

Allied officers and soldiers watched the endless wreckage quietly, watching the pieces of steel floating and rolling in front of them.

Everything is like a dream.

No one can believe that just a few hours ago, these fragments were still a complete battleship.

Federation of Leray, how long did it last here?

One month, two months?

Looking back on the long river at that time, upstream, people seem to be able to see these fragments and piece together a warship. At that time, the people who drove them were still alive, talking, walking, running, and roaring. Those strong and strong bodies are still full of life force, and they are so vibrant.

However, with a dazzling firework blooming in the starry sky, life disappeared, and the battleship also turned into pieces of debris that could not tell who was who. Some of them flew deep into the universe and became wanderers in the starry sky. Others stayed silently to form this asteroid belt that occupied the entire airspace of the jumping point.

They are scattered in this starry sky, enveloping the souls of the dead people, tumbling in the light of the stars, and occasionally reflecting a brilliant and dazzling light.

Every time this light shines, it seems to be repeating the fierce battle, reproducing the blossoming fireworks!

That's the firework of life!

"Woo!"

A harsh battle alarm sounded in the ship. The red warning light flashed rapidly in the corridor, on the deck, in the cabin, and in the command room.

"Ready to fight!" A roar of the combat officer came from the broadcast.

With this roar, the Allied officers and men only saw white light flashing in the peaceful wreckage outside the porthole.

Less than a second after the appearance of this first white light, countless white lights flickered in the wreckage at the same time, more and more, and finally, like a rainstorm.

Everyone knows that this is the channel opened by hell!

They silently watched the battleships one after another, and with their majestic and brave bow, they crashed away the floating debris and emerged in front of their eyes.

They either grasped the control lever of the rotating turret, or drove the fighter into the ejection channel, ready to meet this final battle!

No one knows whether this time can repel the attack of the Binalt Empire fleet. No one knows whether he can survive this last battle.

They only knew that when their warships were cruising outside the floating wreckage and entered the attack position, the far-flung Federal Fleet had already started the final charge with the most fierce attitude!

It was a tattered Lelei battleship. They gathered in a trident formation, like a goshawk lying straight down, crashing away from the wreckage of the sky and rushing towards the Binalt fleet.

Their tattered hull shivered in a rapid rush, and their bruised ship's bow chopped through the debris.

When the light of the first volley of the Lehlei fleet ignited, when a frigate of Lehlei that had been so broken that it could not be supported was completely dispersed by the collision of the wreckage.

A major Chuckner suddenly dropped his hat. Tears filled her eyes.

This group of unreasonable Lerei, half an hour ago, rejected the suggestion that the Allied Fleet should be a frontal cluster, and stubbornly stood up to the Binalt Fleet on the front. Their charge.

They said that this is their kingdom.

It is a pride to bleed for your own country, and it is a shame to watch others bleed!

Through the vast universe, the major seemed to be able to hear the roar of the battleship rushing through countless wreckages, and seemed to be able to hear the roar of the Lere madmen in the battleship.

At this moment, they must be laughing.

The heartless, nonchalant smile of Lerei.

At this moment, they must not be alone or lonely.

Beside them, there are companions who go hand in hand, and there are countless Leleiyinglings smiling in this airspace!

They are burning their last lives, using the entire universe as a canvas to draw the most powerful picture of the country.

They are a group of proud bastards!

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"Today, we must leave our home."

On the TV screen, Flavio's thin and old figure stood quietly in front of the Lere flag in the president's office.

At this moment, Milok Star, a busy scene. Countless spaceships are in constant flight, and countless passenger cars, vans and private flying cars full of luggage are leaving the city.

Lere soldiers stood quietly on both sides of the street, maintaining order. People who bring their families with their mouths, either on the flying car, on the spaceship, on the space train, or in the airport waiting hall, watch their beloved president.

Flavio's voice echoed across Lere.

"Our soldiers, our fleet, are fighting **** at the jumping point of the Newton galaxy. They will use their lives to fight for the evacuation time of eight to twelve hours for us."

"We must remember these hours in exchange for life." Flavio slowly bowed and bowed, with tears in his eyes: "They are fighting for this country and will continue to the last moment of their lives!"

The crowd in front of the TV was silent.

Some girls covered their mouths, some old men fainted, and many others cried and lost their voices.

They are all family members of the fleet officers and soldiers of the jumping point of the Newton Galaxy. It is their son, their brother, their husband or father who is fighting in the star field.

And those Lelei men will not be able to return to their side.

"Whether you are a relative of these fighters, whether you don't know them, or whether you can still receive the death notice from us after you left your home today." Flavio said slowly. : "But, you must be proud of these good guys!"

"Yes, we are proud."

Flavio increased the volume. The clanging voice suddenly resounded throughout the world.

"Five years after the Patriotic War broke out, we have changed one enemy after another, from Gacharin to Desik, from Jeppen to Sousse, and then to the current Binalt Empire, taking turns to try to conquer us. . "

"Unfortunately, they were disappointed. They couldn't take our pride!"

"We are proud of the sacrifices our 38 million heroic Lelei youths have made to defend our freedom and dignity."

"We are proud that we are still so strong and straight in front of the enemy's guns and cannons."

"We are proud of our high head."

"We are also proud of our belief in victory even if we have to leave today!"

Flavio said at the end that he couldn't suppress his emotions.

"We'll be back!" He clenched his fists in tears, and burst into tears: "This is our land, our starry sky. It's where our Lelei people lived for generations!"

Many people are wiping their tears. In the airport waiting hall, a fat young Lelei suddenly dropped his luggage suddenly, knelt on the ground, and threw three heads at his parents.

"Dad, Mom, when I arrived in Lucerne, I found my brother and told him that I was going to be a soldier!" Under the watch of the crowd, the fat Lelei youth burst into tears. Life, but do nothing! My family has two sons, let the elder brother give you two old-age pensions. "

With a tear in his sleeve, he squeezed out of the crowd and ran away. The mother who had been crying like a tearful man stretched out her hand, wanted to catch him, wanted to say something to him, but was pulled by the father beside him.

"His brother has already sacrificed." The elderly mother cried out in tears, and the sad voice made the people around him cry in tears: "He didn't know that his brother had already sacrificed two years ago!"

The elderly father, holding his mother's arm tightly, his lips trembling. "Don't cry," he murmured, "Don't cry. You knew he would go, you knew it."

Looking at the old man's arms around his wife so that she wouldn't cry, two lines of old tears came out of the crowd. Many people in the crowd beside him were already crying.

"There is our freedom and our glory here ... we will be back!"

Flavio's voice echoed in the waiting hall.

"I promise you, no matter how much sacrifice you pay, no matter how much you pay, one day, we will rebuild our city and our homeland. Restore our three hundred years of peaceful life."

"I will take care of you, no matter how far this dream is, how difficult the road ahead, we will eventually realize our oath ..."

The world is quiet at this moment. On the streets of the city, only those Lelei youths who flocked to the recruitment site flew, and only the Lelei national flag flew in the wind.

A crowd of old people, women, children and a small number of middle-aged men stood quietly under the radio, surrounded by square TV screens, stood on the spaceship aisle, and stood in front of the street building ...

"This is a kingdom of heroes, and we will never be conquered." Flavio's tone was calm and gentle. The familiar words were so gentle in his mouth, but so powerful.

In his eyes, proud tears shone.

For a long time, he put down the speech in his hand and looked directly at all the people, letting tears finally flow out of his eyes unscrupulously.

"Long live Lele Democratic Union!"

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