Him and their stars

After a long period of maneuvering and planning throughout the winter, the mighty fleets of the Empire and the Community on the front line finally forced the last remnants of the Predator fleet into the corner of the Dawn Galaxy.

Don’t think everyone is moving too slowly. Don’t forget, the Predators are also nicknamed “Space Nomads”. The work ships and life ships are their flocks, and the battleships are the grass rangers riding horses. In fact, when the two passes in this star field were completely broken through, many smarter predator warlords had already rushed all the supplies and slaves they could bring onto the ship, and they broke away again to build only a few buildings. moon planet.

It was not easy to survive the Great Expedition spanning two million light years, it was not easy to find a home that could be cultivated, and it was not easy to prepare to reproduce and live a peaceful life, but fate was cruel after all. Some people couldn't accept all this and didn't want to continue wandering, so they gritted their teeth and stayed, but they had already been turned into powder under the fire of the formation.

Some people started wandering again, just like they had done in the galaxy for thousands of years.

It is nothing more than having no fixed place to live, nothing more than hiding and seeking, and nothing more than fighting guerrillas. In the past thousand years, the Empire and the Alliance have not tried to send out large armies into the center of the galaxy to completely wipe them out, and haven't they always failed to do their best?

This is just like the war waged by the farming dynasty in its heyday against the nomads in the northern Saibei grassland during the Cold War Age. It is rarely a frontal tactical issue, but a question of how to find the enemy's effective strength.

As a result, throughout the winter of 832, the allied soldiers from the Milky Way suddenly felt as if they were dreaming back to the era of cold weapons, playing hide-and-seek with their nomadic enemies on the prairie.

This may be the last resort the predators can take. Let’s see if we can rely on hide-and-seek and guerrilla warfare to force the opponent’s supplies to collapse, so that we might be able to gain a glimmer of hope.

But in the final analysis, this is just a desperate struggle.

You must know that this is not a vast galactic center, but a star field with two channels in and out. No matter how fertile it is, the area is at most equivalent to a star district in the Empire or Alliance. What these nomadic peoples own is not a "grassland", but just a canyon blocked by mountains. No matter how good they are at hiding and hiding, the space for moving around is very limited.

More importantly, when the two entrances and exits of this star field have been completely blocked by the expeditionary army, they have no chance to escape.

Now, after a winter of planning and strategy, the war has finally reached the final stage of encirclement and suppression.

On January 7, 833 in the Common Calendar, the imperial army, personally commanded by King Brunhilt of Sulyuka, took the lead in launching an all-out attack on the trapped raider fleet.

Of course, they were not actually the first ones to attack. Before them, the Thirteenth Fleet, which had successfully completed the search mission in front of the enemy, was already at war with the enemy.

This small fleet, all composed of high-speed battleships, hit and leave, never allowing the enemy to take advantage. It was not until the empire's "friendly" main fleet arrived that it leisurely withdrew from the battlefield.

After retreating to a safe distance, Commodore Eleanor Bonaparte on the flagship Aurora began to report to her own headquarters: "We discovered the main force of the Marauders in the DL144 galaxy. They should want to take them down. Our patrol fleet was wiped out to strengthen its military morale, so the enemy's flagship, the Ancestral Spirit Ark, was dispatched in person."

Of course, it is more likely that there are really only a few battleships left that the Marauders can fight, so of course they can only board the flagship by themselves. Eleanor thought of the fleet of predators that passed through the Gate of Glory, and then thought of the determined appearance of the trapped beast still fighting. Naturally, she felt a sense of accomplishment, but she still felt a little bit sad for some reason.

She continued: "While passing through the asteroid belt of the DL142 system, our Lexington and Saratoga ambush here in advance released the White Ghost squadron and launched a surprise attack on the enemy's flagship. Unfortunately, the proton torpedo only hit One shot failed to cause much damage. At this time, the empire's Angel of Dawn also arrived at the battlefield with its large fleet. Our forces are limited, so we can only temporarily retreat and evacuate the first-line firefighting scene."

Behind the light curtain of the communication terminal is General Connor Reese, the commander-in-chief of the Community Expeditionary Force.

Now, the imperial fleet has been fighting with the last main force of the predators for half an hour, and they finally arrived on the battlefield. Although the response was a little slow, I still caught up and performed pretty well.

"Well done, Commodore Bonaparte." Commander Connery smiled with a hopeful smile: "Although we failed to cause significant damage to the enemy ships, the world will only remember that during this Great Expedition In the final battle, it was us earthlings who fired the first shot."

I hope it really is the last battle. Eleanor Bonaparte thought of how Yu Lian and Yang Xiyi had secretly held small meetings before leaving, and she always felt that there was some conspiracy in it.

Seeing the silence of the young female general opposite, Commander Conneris felt a flash of unhappiness in his heart, but he continued to maintain an impeccable fatherly and warm smile: "During this period, your fleet has been tracking the enemy. The search and mobile strike missions bear the greatest pressure and danger. Now we are finally done, thank you for your hard work, Brigadier General. Let’s take the soldiers back to rest for the time being.”

In fact, the current commander of the Thirteenth Fleet is still Rear Admiral Marklov, and the flagship should also be the Saratoga. However, the fleet has been fighting various guerrilla and counter-guerrilla locations with the Predators in the Dawn Star Territory all winter. It was Eleanor who always gave the orders, and Mr. Ma played the role of a mascot perfectly. Now, no matter whether it is to superiors or subordinates, no one is too lazy to continue acting.

There is a saying that the order issued by Admiral Conneris is of course suspected of stealing credit, but Eleanor herself doesn't mind it very much. Anyway, during this period of time, she and the Thirteenth Fleet had achieved enough military merits, and everyone's mental, physical and ship conditions were indeed at their limit.

She herself has no interest in this kind of annihilation battle that concentrates more than five times the enemy's strength. After all, this kind of battle has little technical content.

In this situation, even if Commander Conneris and Chief of Staff Tivington were under personal command, they wouldn't be able to reverse the situation, right?

Even if they are unreliable, hasn't that gorgeous Titan ship over there, like the Queen of the Void, already arrived on the battlefield? Putting aside personal feelings, Eleanor had to admit that the elected emperor sitting upright on the Dawn Angel was indeed a true war genius.

In this way, after the Aurora reunited with its fleet, it headed straight to the rear, getting further and further away from the battlefield. During this period, allied fleets from all surrounding star systems also swarmed in, just like a pack of hunting wolves.

While waiting to jump out of the system, the Aurora even passed by a "sister ship" of its own class. The imperial warship on the opposite side even sent a friendly light signal.

"Is that the Blizzard?" Eleanor pondered.

"Yes. The Storm Fleet formed with it as its flagship has also made many military exploits in the past few months of searching for the enemy. Their commander, Baron Yeager Soback, heard that he will be promoted soon. "The adjutant replied quickly.

"I know, Yuri's old enemy in the empire. Oh? He's already become the admiral of the squadron? He was promoted quickly enough."

The adjutant stopped talking, thinking that you have become the true admiral of the Thirteenth Fleet two years ago, do you still have the qualifications to criticize others here? Of course, as a tool that doesn't even need to be named, he knows what to answer and what to shut up about.

"Yina, tell me, if we take advantage of this and shoot the opponent, does this count as eliminating an old enemy for Yuli?"

Lieutenant Colonel Ina Silica, who was sitting in the main gunner's position on the bridge, was slightly startled, put down the Dream Box game console in her hand, and turned her head, her big rose-red eyes suddenly filled with interest and vigor.

"I'm just joking. Why do you have such a regretful expression? After all, you have fought alongside that Baron, right?"

"No, I just had a sudden impulse to see if I could hit him by firing at this distance." Ina replied seriously, and then held up her beloved latest fantasy box.

Is this the intuition of a psychic? Remember this girl's star ring is the "Hunting Star", right? Didn't it say that the main direction of enhancement is perception, agility and dynamic vision? I haven’t heard of any side effects of emotional instability!

Eleanor looked at her gunnery commander suspiciously, feeling that she was still not used to the psyker's nagging, so she thought about the situation she could handle.

She decided to take the fleet directly back to the Devil's Throat Fortress for maintenance - of course she knew that the place had been renamed "Fortress of Unity", but this new name really made her body tremble - there was no way. At present, the entire star field is the only place where heavy cruisers can be thoroughly maintained and maintained.

Of course, on the way back, when passing by the Yaochi Galaxy, you can also buy some supplies. I heard that it is very well developed now.

Of course Eleanor didn't know that although the blizzard that passed her was very friendly, there was a different atmosphere in the bridge.

"The Aurora? This is the empire's disgrace. I've said it before, thanks to her arrogance and arrogance to continue wandering on the front line, isn't she afraid of being shot in the dark?" Miss Viscount Serlu looked at her. Looking at the ship of the same type outside the porthole and disappearing into the gravity well channel, he sighed with some regret.

"You also know that this is a black shot! If I hadn't died, would you have been ready to take action just now?" Brigadier General Yeager Soback said helplessly.

"After all, as long as this ship is still alive, it will be a scar on the Imperial Navy. It's really strange. Apart from us, are there no loyal ministers and good generals who are willing to share the worries of the Empire?"

You, the daughter of a marquis, don’t want to share the worries of the empire, how can you expect others?

Soback rolled his eyes and said, "There are still too few people who know about this matter."

The matter of the Far Shore Nebula has become a dark history that the empire is absolutely unwilling to mention, and is prepared to let it be lost in the long river of time. Now, even most senior military officers know nothing about this matter. For example, Soback, the imperial brigadier general, would have been among the ignorant people who were concealed if he had not become a close disciple of Duke Sadolan.

"Listen up, Yeager, he has already left us with such tragic pain long before the God of War Festival. Over time, he should grow into a more terrifying opponent than Victoria Lee! You and Shameen must Be prepared! All juniors of the Astral Knights must be prepared!"

Just thinking about Teacher Cheap's expectations for him, Soback couldn't help but tremble.

Of course, the "old enemy" who made his body tremble was no longer in the New World after all, so he quickly adjusted his mood and said to Serlu: "After this battle, I want I have applied for transfer back to China.”

Sellu was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "Is it the Grand Marshal's Palace or the Guards Fleet? Or should I do a few years of administrative work in the Astral Knights? I think... the latter is the best. You are in the Knights You lack a bit of foundation, although everyone respects you, but after all, we have never been classmates in the Knight Academy together."

The Viscountess immediately realized that her words had gone a little too far, and she immediately blushed.

Unfortunately, Soback did not see this scene.

Of course, it is to go to the central star sector to do logistics or armament work. If that doesn't work, you can just let me be the Blue Star and manage the offshore training ground! Anyway, don’t be on the front line, and don’t be in the frontline combat troops!

Although he said that, he had already reached this stage after all, and he didn't think he could get what he wanted. Therefore, he applied for it with the hope that after fighting this battle, he could go to the star area where the rebellion occurred and serve as a military and political officer in a military control area.

In any case, he is quite good at suppressing the natives, and it should be safer, at least safer than facing predators, snakes, and that evil star.

Therefore, he also wrote an impassioned application report. Sobaek personally feels very good. This should be the most insightful article he has ever written in his life. If you are still in college, you can come back with a PhD in sociology.

Well, there should be a response from above. What Soback has to consider now is this issue.

As for the situation of the battle, isn’t this already understood? Even if the predators on the opposite side have a treasure bottle that can release the fleet, they have no chance to counterattack now.

At this time, Captain Hongshan's voice rang out: "Your Excellency, the Dawn Angel has called, requesting that our fleet enter the X172, F488, and G287 universe points and be assigned to the direct command of Admiral Farrell!"

"This Cosmos Point...wait a minute, isn't this Cosmos Point on the front? All of our Storm Fleet are fast battleships!" Soback glanced at the star map and almost jumped up.

He felt inexplicably as if he was being targeted again.

"Probably hoping that we can stand at the forefront of victory." The old captain of the Kyeyang people shrugged: "Hey, cheer up! I am a seriously injured and dying veteran. In order to participate in my last In the First World War, you all rolled over from your hospital bed with high morale. How can you, a young man with a great future, be so hopeless? "

"Are you seriously injured? You just got hit on the head and had a slight concussion. You just stayed in the ward for two months."

"Don't worry. Your Excellency, no matter what the battle situation is, everyone will follow you. And I believe you will definitely bring victory!" Miss Serlu said categorically.

In this way, the Storm Fleet commanded by Commodore Yeager Soback, a patrol squadron composed of four cruisers and five destroyers with the Buran as its flagship, entered the final battlefield and became An ordinary line-filling squadron.