Him and their stars

In short, the imperial army in the direction of Nantianmen did use the legendary "battery tactics of the space age".

As early as half a year ago, they had gathered a large number of engineering units at Dawn Pass, which was of course to prepare to rebuild a fortress; after all, fortresses have always been indispensable in such an important place.

In addition, it is to see if the Unity Fort can be repaired.

But the facts have proved that this ancient space city, which has been passed down from billions of years ago, has been integrated with the asteroid structure used for camouflage on the periphery, and has completely turned into an irregular super-large lump with a diameter of more than 30 kilometers and a mass of more than 40,000 trillion tons, composed of various superalloy materials.

Of course, it is impossible to restore it, even if it takes several lifetimes.

You know, this is a super-giant fortress that can accommodate 20 to 30 million citizens to live comfortably inside, and by the way, it can station thousands of warships and 2 to 3 million soldiers, and it will not appear crowded!

Even from the appearance, its overall scale is more than four times that of the largest Skyfort of the Empire and the Alliance.

It is really hard for the scientists of the Empire to imagine what kind of power would compress this great creation of the Age of Enlightenment into this virtue.

So, since it cannot be restored, can we consider reusing it?

Although this solid iron lump has swallowed the lives of hundreds of thousands of imperial soldiers and an elected emperor, it is a cosmic tomb and a natural monument.

However, it is also very likely that this is the hardest iron lump found in the entire known universe.

Even with the technological strength of the Galactic Empire and the alchemical means, it is impossible to produce such a large, hard, and integrated whole material.

The Tirero people are of course a nation that attaches great importance to tradition and history, but they are also pragmatists who rule half of the universe after all. All glorious traditions, natural treasures, and ritual monuments must give way to practical significance.

Marshal Farrell looked at this huge iron lump with a twisted shape, but thought of the "Hell Puppet Master" of the Community at the end of the Devil's Throat Battle. At that time, Lieutenant General Yang Xiyi was still called a "battlefield magician" by his own side.

When the coalition forces were beaten to a pulp under the solid walls of the Devil's Throat, he developed a strange and amazing tactic, using the huge insect shell left by the dead Leviathan to launch a fierce impact attack on the fortress.

The Imperial Marshal understood what he should do.

Then, the engineers of the Galactic Empire spent more than ten times the usual time and more than thirty times the loss, and even used mystical means, and finally dug out an elliptical part nearly 10,000 meters long from this twisted iron lump. From the appearance, it looks like an oversized artillery shell with amazing power. If it is a "battery ram", it must be the most powerful battering ram in the universe.

Then, the Imperial Fleet pulled the "cosmic battering ram" that they had spent many years to finally build all the way to the South Gate of Heaven.

Marshal Bonaparte's move to withdraw all fleets to the Gibraltar Fortress was not a mistake from a purely tactical perspective, but a trade-off. However, objectively speaking, they did give the entire depth of the New World to the Imperial Army, and naturally they had no idea that the enemy was dragging such a very discordant big guy while marching.

It was even more impossible for Xinyumen to give an early warning, as this "space ram" did not take their path at all. Of course, even if they did, they would not be able to observe anything. As soon as the Empire's outpost fleet arrived at Xinyumen, it fired thousands of cannons to destroy almost all the gravitational wave transmitters, star telescopes, and deep space probes that could be found in the Xinyumen galaxy, and directly sent the planet back to the pre-interstellar era.

Of course, the ore refinery and orbital shipyard above Xinyumen were completely destroyed by the time bombs that the workers had arranged in advance, and at least the most valuable spoils were not left to the Imperials.

This small shipyard existed for only one year and four months, but it provided the community's military and civilians with three destroyers, six intra-galaxy guard gunboats, and eighty-two torpedo ships.

This was a short but glorious life.

The Imperial Army did not intend to raze Tulon to the ground. After completing a round of deterrent bombing and ensuring that there was no systematic anti-aircraft firepower in the city, the Imperial Army began to launch a landing operation, and then a fierce exchange of fire began.

Of course, this is also a statement to save face. The truth is that one hour after the Imperial Army landed, Tulon, the largest city in Xinyumen and the seat of the Governor's Office, was completely occupied.

Two hours later, the Tulon Arsenal and Tulon Machinery Factory were occupied.

Within three hours, all the public notices for the safety of Tulon City were posted. In the live video broadcast to the entire planet, the newly appointed Governor of Xinyumen, a major general of the Imperial Army who was born in a great noble family, appeared in front of the camera with a graceful smile and a representative of Tulon's citizens, a wealthy businessman from Earth.

They shook hands, hugged, and talked and laughed, as if the history of the planet had entered a new chapter, a new chapter governed by the glorious, correct, and great Galactic Empire.

The above news was sent by the Imperial Army. As for the real situation of New Yumen now, the Earth side knew nothing.

Of course, for the overall situation of Nantianmen, whether it is the occupation or the security war, Xinyumen is just a small episode that can be almost ignored. In the grand movement of the whole war, it is not even a note.

What is really worth paying attention to is still the offensive focused on Nantianmen.

On May 13, 834 of the Common Calendar, the reconnaissance ship of the Outer Ring Fleet finally found the main force of the Imperial Army and the Vulcan Airan in the Lamp 7 system on the New World Highway.

At the same time, they also found a strange-looking "aircraft" in the enemy fleet, and quickly sent a warning to the rear headquarters.

But by this time, everything was too late.

On May 15, before 12 o'clock Galactic Standard Time, the main force of the Imperial Fleet responsible for attacking Nantianmen had all arrived at Gibraltar α. The two sides began to confront each other across this huge star gate.

In terms of physical distance, they are still two million light years apart. But in terms of space, they are very close.

The few guard ships left in the α galaxy seemed to be preparing to make a tentative attack on this weird "unidentified flying vehicle", but faced with the enemy's absolute superiority in manpower and firepower interception, they could not even find the slightest chance and were forced to give up escaping. Perhaps they received orders from Marshal Bonaparte and retreated to the Star Gate.

Then, the experienced imperial army engineers only spent half an hour to debug the twelve high-power sub-light speed engines for transport ships on the "ram" and installed automatic controllers.

In addition, the engine also has insurance control measures, which are managed by the members of the Imperial Death Squad.

Their task is to switch to manual operation after the automatic device goes out of control, so that the ram can get back on track at a critical moment. Of course, in this way, those operators are almost dead.

However, Marshal Farrell can assure the Spirit of the Universe and the predecessors of the Empire that he really did not force his soldiers to die. There has never been a lack of people who volunteered to die generously in the glorious Imperial Army.

There are a total of 20 members in this group of death squads, divided into five cockpits, and they all have the authority to fully control the flight trajectory of the "ramming vehicle". Among the personnel, humans and alien races each account for half, all of whom are from the citizen and honorary civilian classes, and there are even three sons of hereditary nobles.

There is not a single slave soldier.

In the eyes of the officers and soldiers of the Empire, this kind of brilliant death mission is the so-called first landing in ancient times. Whether alive or dead, it will bring great honor. How can a group of talking animals get involved?

Marshal Farrell told everyone that regardless of whether the battle is successful or not, whether they can survive, and regardless of their race, the class attributes of the whole family of the death squad can climb towards the top of the pyramid. In the hierarchical Galactic Empire, this is enough to buy life.

As for the three sons of the nobles, one of them is even the youngest son of a hereditary earl. They have no inheritance rights, and the end of their lives is clear at a glance. Basically, they will spend their lives as lifelong nobles with wealth, freedom and simplicity, and most of their descendants will become citizens within two to three generations.

But now, the opportunity to open a separate page of the family tree is right in front of us!

There must be brave men under a big reward, this is the policy of the lower class; as for the upper class, they will always produce these seemingly not very smart stubborn elements for the illusory sense of honor. The combination of the two has made the Tirello people rule half of the galaxy.

The Imperial Fleet quickly swept away the defensive turrets around the star gate on the Gibraltar α side, paving the way for the impact of the "ram". The latter added full horsepower and began to charge towards the star gate.

At this time, it was only 12:46. In this time, Marshal Ferdinand Bonaparte might not have time to convene all the staff and senior officials for a meeting.

Here, we still have to objectively evaluate that the response of the Outer Fleet is already very efficient.

Although less than an hour has passed, most of the main battleships have already set up their positions. Obviously, after receiving the notice from their own reconnaissance ship two days ago, the Outer Fleet has completely entered an emergency standby state.

The alert warships that had just withdrawn from the other side of the galaxy, as well as the fiercely powerful arsenal ships and frigates, and the alert gunboats in the galaxy have already started to move. They stopped and deployed when they reached a place where the star gate could be within effective shooting distance.

Tens of thousands of gun ports of various types pointed at the star body that seemed to be made of flowing mercury. The shells were loaded, the energy was injected, and the gunners also took their positions, concentrating and holding their breath.

Thanks to someone, the arsenal ships and frigates were going to be eliminated, which was almost a consensus in the universe, but after all, the earthlings were not rich enough to retire the active warships during the war. At this time, the outer ring fleet still had the largest arsenal fleet and frigate fleet in the community.

The reason for this is probably because a certain "Dawn Dragon" extremely hated these heavy ships that could not run.

However, Marshal Bonaparte, as a pragmatic labor insurance man, did not dislike them at all. He decided to let these warships take charge of the first line of defense. Once the enemy's leading battleship sailed out of the star gate, it would definitely encounter fierce concentrated fire.

The leading battleship must be a solid battleship, so that it can establish a bridgehead with its own superior firepower; if it is a small or medium-sized warship, it will just be a food delivery.

A qualified imperial general would sacrifice his subordinates without hesitation, but would never make useless sacrifices.

As a well-trained professional soldier, Marshal Bonaparte believed in his own judgment.

He guessed half right.