Chapter 1763 The fault tolerance rate of war
The young adjutant blinked his eyes and said seriously: "...Well, at the critical moment, can I help you end it?"
Admiral Sylvester seemed to have been knocked into a ditch by a passing wild ratman, as if he had been dented for a long time. He couldn't help coughing loudly. The sense of tragedy and solemnity that he had just managed to accumulate was gone.
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It took the general at least five seconds to calm down, and then he looked at the young man with eyesight. This young lieutenant is only 22 years old this year, a man from the moon, and a member of the Tiger Talisman Group.
A very humble and polite young elite, don't you remember having such a naughty side?
At this time, the adjutant had quickly opened the hatch behind the commander's room and pushed the general's special mecha over.
"Do I still need you to stop me? I am also a professional soldier, and I also got an A in shooting!" the general said loudly.
In fact, he had not shot anyone with a gun for at least twenty years, but that was not the point. Shooting performance had nothing to do with self-commitment, but that was also not the point.
What's important is that after the tragic self-righteousness was swept away, the admiral suddenly discovered that courage had returned to his body. Now he is full of energy and full of strength, as if he had just come out of school.
of.
He looked at the adjutant suspiciously again and couldn't help but said: "Boy, is this your true nature? It's finally exposed!"
The other party looked at his boss, the chief adjutant who was being pinned to the ground by a medical robot to bandage his wounds, and grinned: "Actually, when I was at the Lunar Military Academy, more than one instructor said that the subordinates were frivolous by nature. If
Without acting, it is almost impossible to become a general before retirement."
This may sound trivial, but to the Tiger Talisman group, it may actually be considered self-deprecating.
"Oh, no more acting now?" the admiral sneered.
"No more acting." The young adjutant reported while helping the general put on the mecha: "Four main power furnaces and three backup power circuits, five sub-control rooms, air processing core, water processing core, and gravity
Bombs have been buried at the simulation equipment."
The above are what Admiral Sylvester asked everyone to do. Of course, he did not arrange it in such detail, nor did he expect it to be so large.
"Isn't it your kid's idea to add more ingredients like this?" The general had already put on his arm armor and gloves, and shook his iron fist, which was literally as big as a vinegar bowl, toward the adjutant.
The adjutant began to put the leg armor on the general, while replying: "The engineering department is just executing your will to perfection."
"It always feels like it has completely cut off my thoughts." Admiral Sylvester muttered in a low voice, and then explained patiently: "I said I wanted to do good business with the empire, but actually
It’s an idealized state. And it was something I thought about before the war.”
"I believe it," the adjutant said with a smile.
Admiral Sylvester felt the steel boots covering his ankles, and the power device started to activate. His entire body was lifted a little higher by the mechanical device, and his vision suddenly became clearer.
The general's eyes slid over the railing of the highest platform where he was. There used to be a row of clivias and lucky bamboos there, but now they have been completely wiped out.
These green plants are all grown by myself, but the adjutants usually do the work of taking care of them. Although it hurts a little, it doesn't affect them too much.
What really makes the admiral a little heartbroken is actually a set of silver armor with gold rims placed at the entrance of the stairs. The style is very typical of the classical era of the empire. This was the one he had just become the admiral of the Far Coast Fleet and the commander of the military region five years ago.
At that time, a Bakwi businessman gave it to me.
In fact, everyone knows what is behind the Bakwi merchants.
The proud Tirello gentlemen would certainly not be able to personally deliver gifts, but they could always find helpers to do the dirty work.
This is also Admiral Sylvester's favorite "decoration". It is not only elegant in style and majestic in shape, but also exudes luxury based on the material alone.
Unfortunately, it completely fell apart in the "earthquake" just now. Various parts rolled everywhere, and the luxurious silver and gold edges were covered with scratches and stains.
...Well, I should be very distressed, but it seems that my distress is limited now.
Admiral Sylvester looked further away, scanning the terminal operation area on the lower floor. He saw that his subordinates had recovered from the chaos caused by the earthquake just now. The seriously injured ones had been killed by robots and comrades.
Transported away. Those who were only slightly injured have now returned to their posts.
He shrugged, and his eyes finally stopped on himself.
In fact, before the war started, he always lacked the real sense of being a professional soldier. He always felt that he was actually more like this fortress. No, the mayor of this space city really wanted to guard the shipping routes and routes on the far coast.
The empire does some business.
Now, this ideal plan has finally been shattered.
He suddenly realized that he, who was about to turn sixty, had actually gained a lot of weight. Although his body was not bloated and obese, it was certainly not muscular, and the curve of his beer belly was already obvious.
However, when his bulging, rotten belly was trapped by the breastplate held by the adjutant, when the feeling of power was transmitted through the fat injected into the power device to the muscles and bones that had not yet completely become rigid.
He suddenly felt that he was indeed a professional soldier without a doubt.
He did not take out the debugging rifle, but lifted the high-carbon crystal battle ax weighing 20 kilograms from the weapon rack next to him - without the mecha, he would have been exhausted to lift this thing with both hands.
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Admiral Sylvester swung his heavy and sharp battle ax twice, and suddenly said: "Speaking of which, am I being too ungrateful in doing this?"
Facing the general's battle ax, the young adjutant blinked: "Your Excellency, you are not really an imperial nobleman, what kind of martial ethics can you have?"
Admiral Sylvester was stunned for a brief moment, and then showed a self-deprecating smile: "Yes, you are absolutely right. I am not a noble man. When I was in my grandfather's generation, I
He was just a dairy farmer in New Rome. Later, he followed Marshal Li and started a rebellion against the imperial gentlemen. Hahahaha! How could I forget such a simple thing?"
"...You haven't forgotten, it's just that you were really not sure whether you should remember it before. Now, you finally remembered it." The adjutant explained, and pulled out another mecha from the compartment.
"Why do you moon people always speak so harshly?"
"Sir, you are also a moon man."
"So the version has been updated. Recently, Moonmen, the smell of the Lion Heart Club has always been so strong, and each of them is becoming less and less cute! As your old senior, I really feel sad for you!"
"Well, probably because we are all smart people, Your Excellency. Moreover, it is not just the moon people who are like this, Your Excellency, far from it." The young adjutant grinned, revealing two rows of bright front teeth. He looked like this
His smile was honest but kind, which finally matched his true age.
The admiral looked at the other party meaningfully and scolded with a smile: "You dangerous anti-system elements. From now on, I don't have to sleep and worry about the secret police of the Nationalist and Communist Party descending from the sky."
"If there really was a secret police, we anti-system elements would have thrown them into the reactor in advance."
At this time, the alarm sounded violently in the command room.
"Your Excellency, Commander, the enemy is in the direction of breakthrough! The enemy attacked the landing craft and landed in the A12 and G7 areas of the fortress!"
Admiral Sylvester knocked the battle ax into his hand, and pulled the Vulcan cannon that was stuck behind his back a little awkwardly.
"Come on! Young ones, be more energetic! Don't let me downgrade you!"
His steps staggered a bit, and he was obviously not very good at operating mechas. However, although his body was crooked, he was still moving forward firmly.
The adjutants and guards soldiers who were already wearing armor followed closely behind. Even the colonel's adjutant, whose head had been smashed just now, didn't know when he got up with his head wrapped and put on the mecha silently.
joined the team
On May 17, 834 in the common calendar, at 3:45 a.m. Galactic Standard Time, after a long confrontation and torturous tug-of-war that lasted for seven months.
The troops of the Galactic Empire finally boarded the Sede Fortress that they had been dreaming about day and night.
However, inside the fortress, the street fighting in the space city, which is like a millstone of flesh and blood, has just begun.
All the harassment and guerrilla attacks that the Imperial Army's landing force endured in the maze-like Fortress No. 3 will be staged again in this fortress.
On the other side, King Shazamen, when the fleet he commanded wiped out the mortal fortresses and space stations and completely blocked the two gravity wells, more than 70% of the Earth's fleet had already submerged into the starry sky of the Far Shore Nebula.
, and began his long journey home toward the homeland of Terra, a community of thousands of miles.
Of course, they had to pass through the Far Coast Star Area and the Nantian Gate where a fierce battle was taking place. But now, they had indeed slowly escaped from the enemy's siege like a dragnet.
Looking at this scene, King Shazamen sighed.
Of course, he just sighed.
"The absolute advantage of military strength can often be reflected in the tactical error tolerance. Of course, I can always convince myself that this is actually part of the plan." Emperor Xuan said.
There was silence all around. Whether His Highness the Emperor was laughing at himself or fishing, this was not something ordinary officers could talk to.
After another few seconds of silence, when the adjutant closest to the feudal lord was already sweating on his forehead, he suddenly spoke again and ordered: "Let the reserve fleet at the back enter the departure stage. We need to prepare the next battle strategy."
The adjutant was relieved, nodded and went to deliver the order.
King Shazamen opened the terminal and called up the list of generals serving as reserve forces in the rear. His eyes quickly scanned and immediately stopped on the name of Major General Yeager Soback.
Chapter completed!