The main star Amara, which is enlarged on the star map, has become a sad slaughterhouse covered with ashes, and the nest has become a burning and collapsed ruins. The plains are full of huge bombing pits, and the battlefields in the void are full of wreckage of imperial ships. According to statistics, the main ships of the imperial battleship level have almost been destroyed, and the remaining ships are less than one-tenth of their original size. The defense facilities of the galaxy have long been devastated...
How many space undead ships are destroyed?
Seventeen ships...
Strictly speaking, this is not even a tragic victory. If the ships of the space undead will continue to fight, there will be no problem in annihilation of the human fleet.
But even so, humans have lost the ability to continue fighting. The opponent only needs to wait for a while and launch a second round of offensives, and everything will collapse.
"This is just an unknown simulation result obtained by a suspicious machine."
Astraion coldly fought against this desperate number.
"I was so confused that I was playing a boring game with you!"
"This is not the result of the machine, but the result of your command."
"you--"
"I admit that it is actually relatively deviating from the real result. In a sense, you are right. It is more like a game, a game that is relatively close to reality. After all, in reality, you can't make that huge and complex fleet move like your arm with just one sentence, and you can't make sure that every captain and commander obey your command. It's even impossible to know the situation of each ship. Even the enemy warship is there, and you can see clearly any tactical attack. If this battle really happens, you should be trapped in a pool of mud, with only a vague concept and guess about your own and the other party's things..."
While sighing and shaking his head, Soshiyang gently tapped the operation panel and closed the tactical simulator.
"...and you can't know when the enemy will stand opposite you and how many ships there are."
"So how did you make sure?"
"I can't be sure, either. This is just an estimate. Maybe the aliens will send fewer warships than this, but they may also be more than this. So, Astraion, as a commander of the Astart War, do you calculate less when estimating an unknown enemy? Or do you calculate more? In Ekvoria, the Knights of the Astral Realm are working together with the Forged World, a dynasty with the Space Necromancer is very difficult to fight, and the opponent's troops are less than half of the one you just dealt with. Now the dynasty encountered by the empire is undoubtedly stronger than Ekvoria. So I think it's reasonable to double it, but maybe it will be more than this."
"Don't you know the situation of the empire too well? You control the warships as if you use your fingers, why just say I took advantage!"
Soshiyang looked at the other party and sighed helplessly.
"Because they must be very familiar with Amara's situation. Do you remember one thing I said? Before you came, I just executed a judge because he was implanted with spy equipment by the alien, but not only him, but even the Governor of the Star Zone was implanted. It was just that luck was removed. Do you think the alien really had to truce and do nothing? In addition, I can tell you very clearly that the aliens control their fleets, which may be easier than this simulator. They are soulless machinery, without morale, without fear, and just need to accept commands. Their equipment can understand every detail of the battlefield in detail. If the battle is truly presented, you may lose more miserably. Of course, its commanders will also be more arrogant and arrogant, and perhaps neither of them has the advantage of each other."
Astraion stared at Soshyan and clenched his fists.
"What if humans are far behind this alien, according to your opinion?"
“Is this a terrible thing?”
“Humans are the best race in the galaxy.”
"Is there any conflict between the two? When humans just ignited the first cluster of fires, many races had already galloped across the starry sea. The Milky Way had not known how many civilizations it had experienced. Forty thousand years was short, ten thousand years was long, and it seemed that we had forgotten what the truly excellent qualities of human beings were."
Astraion stared at Soshyan, as if he was about to see something in his eyes, and finally he just hummed.
"If their ships really have this kind of performance, this battle cannot be fought, and even if they win, they will lose. I tell you, there will be no reinforcements. The troops around the Olps star area have been completely drained, and the High Lords Council will not draw reinforcements from other places. At most, some battle groups will spontaneously send one or two companies. If the existing troops cannot save the remaining Olps star area, then it will most likely be abandoned."
Soshiyang nodded.
"I have predicted this, so we must repel our opponents with as little loss as possible, and win more time so that Olps' own power can move and protect itself."
"Imagination, what else can this borderland have? Is it up to these mortals who are trembling under the alien butcher's knife?"
"Didn't you say that humans are the best race? Why do you deny the power of humans now? Olps still has half of the wall, the capital is still there, the largest industrial center is still there, and the population is nearly 100 billion. It only needs some time and assistance."
"Soshyan, you are such a sensible bastard."
"Ha, then are you willing to fight side by side with me, the bastard?"
Astraion bent down and picked up the helmet on the ground, put it on again, and said only one sentence.
"Try it, let me see what you can do."
After saying that, he walked towards the exit, but suddenly he stopped again and turned around.
"No, there is another place that is unfair. If this abyss level was involved in the battle at that time, the outcome would be unpredictable, but you wouldn't be able to bear your own treasure."
Soshiyang chuckled.
"Do you really think that the joining of the Randall can turn the situation around?"
"How can you know if you don't try it? You can't just make a huge piece of space garbage out after you have to do that much effort, right?"
"So, in your judgment, the Randall is the only chance to win?"
Astraion was silent for a moment and realized the trap in Soshiyan's words.
"You want to say that you can't fight this battle without you, right? I admit this, so are you willing to give up?"
"Do you want to listen to the truth?"
“There is no third person here.”
"To be honest, I just don't want to bear it."
“As expected.”
"Asterion, every battle group hopes that no matter how you fight or lose, they will be replenished as soon as possible. The source of troops, equipment, and warships will come with a wave. This is the environment that Astrats dream of. In this way, everyone can fight with all their might, and there is no need to quit and send out one by one, let alone Rand as a predator, and the predator as a poison blade, and fearlessness hides and dare not use it."
As he said that, Soshiyang spread his hands and seemed very helpless.
"But this hasn't been, never."
Chapter completed!