Him and their stars

In the dark sky, a small spacecraft was hidden behind Lumina 5, using the gas giant's magnetic field to conceal its status.

Inside the spaceship, a blue-skinned man from Minlan sat on the bridge of his "small ship" and turned on the projection, admiring the battle scenes as if he were watching a war movie.

A rather fantasy scene appeared on the screen. A community armored airship was slit open by a Lumina warrior riding a dragon-like beast from mythology. It seemed that what was wrapped around it was not bulletproof alloy armor, but a paper shell.

Riding on a giant dragon, wearing a suit of armor, and carrying a three-meter-long machete, the Rumina man seemed to be an ancient person who had traveled from the murals to the present. Although his armor is made of composite materials and the machete in his hand is a sci-fi product infiltrated with zero elements, he still looks like an ancient person.

However, this ancient man had already killed four armored airships in just one minute. Counting the soldiers waiting to land, the number of casualties should have exceeded thirty.

Of course, the armored airship's cannons and missiles also caused considerable damage to the Rumina people. Those Rumina warriors riding woodland flying bat beasts would be torn to pieces by various firepower before they could even get close to a hundred meters away from the armored airship.

However, the ancient man riding the dragon tore apart the formation of the airships alone.

Probably because the Suppression Headquarters themselves were not determined to win the battle, they retreated after a bit of entanglement.

They chose to use armored airships to break through frontally, but failed again. Of course, their defeat this time was not too ugly. A few special airships launched a dense magnetic storm in the sky, blocking the rebels' pursuit route. Even the Rumina man, who looked like the arrival of an ancient god of war, was slightly injured, and the giant dragon under his crotch was electrocuted so much that its scales flew backwards. After wailing a few times, he ran away carrying his master.

The scales that the mount flipped up probably scratched the soft flesh under his buttocks, so he just wailed in a low voice, but did not stop the mount from flying further and further away from him.

Some airships took the opportunity to land, used firepower to drive away the herds of animals on the ground, and quickly evacuated the wounded and the bodies of the dead.

At least this set of actions to rescue his comrades and retreat was very professional and fast. This is worthy of praise.

All in all, this air assault attack once again ended in the failure of the Community army. However, the losses were not huge, that is, four airships crashed and five were injured. The casualties were only in double digits, and more than a hundred enemies were killed. It was much more decent than the time when it was drowned by the beast tide a few days ago.

The Suppression Headquarters did suffer another defeat, but it was not a defeat so tragic that it could not be looked upon directly. They can still report to their superiors that they have launched another "exploratory attack", killing or injuring the enemy to some extent, ascertaining the enemy's situation, and victory is in front of them.

However, failure is indeed failure.

"Oh, no wonder Brother Flores is so arrogant! Didn't he win again? His Lumina friends are so brave!" The lawyer marveled, but a sneer appeared on his face: "But, The Lumina people’s victory is not your victory!”

He was thinking about sending another alarm to his colleagues in the bloated organization, but the alarm sounded directly from the center next to him.

The Minlan glanced at the terminal and confirmed that it was a signal from a probe walking on the edge of the galaxy. He didn't hesitate and did it twice quickly. In an instant, the entire passenger ship he was on shut down all external signals, completely irritating the Japanese into a state of silence. Even the hull itself seemed to have been directly wiped out in the starry sky, slowly turning from blurry to transparent, and soon lost its trace in the universe.

Almost at the same moment, a fleet that was not particularly large in size had just escaped from the gravity well, officially arrived in the Luna galaxy, and switched to a sub-light speed cruise state within the star.

The hull number of each ship is marked with the conspicuous number 13 and the red Star Fleet logo.

"13? Red Star? A fleet number I've never seen before! Has the community compiled a new fleet?"

The lawyer determined that this must not be part of the offshore defense fleet, but of course he was not too surprised. After all, a fleet is different from a marine force. One ship can often represent an independent combat unit. Due to different strategic requirements and tactical goals, it often undergoes frequent weight gain and weight loss. Of course, it is normal to withdraw and expand the fleet.

Looking at the force configuration of this fleet, it is obvious that it is a small squadron used for patrolling, guarding, preventing theft and pursuing pursuits.

Minlan was lost in thought. It was not until the small fleet of about twenty small and medium-sized warships had left the detection range of the probe that he slowly started the engine of his car.

He turned on the smoothest and quietest cruising mode, but for safety reasons, the hull remained invisible. In this way, both the stealth effect and cruising speed will be affected, which is the so-called two-end mode. However, the lawyer is very confident in the technology from the organization. As long as he doesn't wander around, even the reconnaissance fleets of the Alliance and the Empire may not be able to discover him, let alone a mere community.

This unknown small ship made waves in the universe that were difficult to see clearly even with the naked eye at a distance of more than ten meters. It hung behind the Thirteenth Fleet of the community, maintaining a distance of at least five million kilometers. distance, slowly heading towards the blue and green twin stars in the distance.

Of course everyone on the Thirteenth Fleet didn't know that there was a small boat following behind them. As foreign visitors, their first task is of course to communicate with the local snakes, that is, the far shore defense fleet.

Fortunately, so far, the communication situation is still very smooth.

On the bridge of the fleet's new flagship, Fog City No. 14, the communication terminal projected a burly man with a resolute face and firm eyes. At first glance, he was a very courageous man.

He is Vice Admiral Brandon Sylvester, commander of the Far Coast Defense Fleet and commander of the Far Coast Military Region, and is responsible for the safety of the community's "Northern Gate".

Since it is such an important position, it must be led by a strong general. At least judging from the rumors, this general, who just turned 50 this year, is indeed an unyielding man.

Fortunately, this general who commanded a large fleet and was responsible for the defense of an entire star region did not show any arrogance or disdain when facing the command of this newly formed small fleet. Overall it's quite friendly.

"Everyone is very welcome! After everyone arrives in New Seville, you can enter the port at Antioch 18. I have arranged your food and accommodation and the fleet's supplies. Three days later, my cruise team will The fleet will also arrive in Rumina and meet you all. I hope there will be a wonderful exercise by then!"

The lieutenant general paused for a moment and then said: "Three days, do you understand?"

"Understood! Thank you for your hospitality!" The sixty-five-year-old Brigadier General Marklov also saluted: "Please be sure to be prepared for emergencies!"

"I will! Then, good luck! Old Captain." The lieutenant general forced a smile.

"Good luck! Recruit." The old man responded with a smile and then closed the communication channel.

He took a deep breath, looked at the people on the bridge, pondered for a moment, and sighed: "Okay, you have all seen that I, an old guy, have done everything I can. Just please fight well. ...Get ready for the drill.”

"Everything is ready, Your Excellency," Colonel Eleanor Bonaparte said solemnly.