The Goddess of Spring galaxy is located exactly in the middle of the Grand Open Sea Channel, and a total of five gravity wells have been discovered in the galaxy, so it can naturally be regarded as a natural transportation artery in this universe.
There are three space cities in the galaxy that can serve as trade nodes and supply depots. Municipal management is carried out by autonomous meetings composed of spokesmen and citizen representatives appointed by major multinational companies, and sovereignty is managed by the Galactic Civilization Council.
There are many galaxies like this in the universe. They are probably the legacy of several galactic wars.
As long as you pass through the Spring Goddess Galaxy, even if you haven't completely entered the Alliance's borders, you will already be within the patrol and security range of its Seventh Fleet.
Speaking of which, if the returning fleet led by Yu Lian had taken this route, it would have never been intercepted by the empire, but the voyage would have been extended by nearly a week.
President Nishita decided to conduct some diplomatic activities here and hold preliminary meetings with representatives of many countries around the high seas. Although the main purpose of his trip was to go to the Alliance to beg for alms... ah no, to go to the Alliance to seek more reliable military assistance.
However, if we can get the support of all countries that feel threatened by the empire before this, we can build a lot of momentum. On the one hand, it can promote the alliance to make an early decision, and on the other hand, we can also try to build a military alliance.
Who says that I, Keith Nishita, cannot build an "anti-imperial encirclement network"? Since the ideal is to have a posthumous title like "武", I should be able to establish such a feat, right?
"Very good, everyone has worked hard. When we arrive at Sunny Sky City, we can take the opportunity to take a rest. Let the captain arrange it, and everyone will take turns to rest, and we will all have a 12-hour vacation." Nishita said.
He has always believed that he is an outstanding and open-minded leader, and he has never hesitated to express his kindness and kindness to those around him.
Needless to say, this order naturally triggered cheers from the ordinary crew members and guardsmen. Although the captain and guard captain felt that this would be a safety hazard, the hearts of their men were already in trouble, so it was hard to say.
Ordinary soldiers have a half-day holiday, but Mr. President and his team of secretaries cannot rest. They have to prepare for the last five-nation talks. Although this is just a good relationship, it is equivalent to saying hello and making good friends.
For such informal talks, the total time for banquet and conversation only lasts one afternoon and one evening, but because of this, it is even more necessary to be prepared.
What's the saying in the diplomatic arena? By the way, all those official heads-of-state talks with loud gongs and drums and much attention are actually just ceremonies watched by the media and the public. The real things are actually decided behind closed doors.
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"So, this is our battle!" President Nishita still encouraged everyone in a tone full of emotion: "We are fighting. The soldiers on the front lines in the New World and the far coast are fighting, and the Vice President is also rushing to the front line to fight.
, everyone is heading towards a bright future for the community!”
I always felt that these words were a bit like hoping that Vice President Hierro would die on the front line. Yang Mingzhao thought that based on his understanding of President Nichita, he must have this intention in his heart.
Marshal Aylwin was very pleased. As long as something else attracted President Nikita's attention, at least he would not focus on the military.
In short, when the decision-makers of the Blue Star Community began to rush to the "battlefield" of their choice, the Blue Star Community's only remaining combat unit in the New World that still had space warfare capabilities was reorganized into the "Dawn Star" in the National Defense Committee.
The "Domain Fleet", known as the "Yang Xiyi Fleet" by the world, is heading for a new battlefield.
Even in the Dawn Star Territory, which can be said to be the richest star territory in the history of space exploration, its vast cosmic space seems to be shrouded in the abyss of eternal night.
The stars twinkled behind the deep dark night, but they did not have the "magnificent and elegant" rhythm that artists described as representing life, but more like swaying will-o'-the-wisps.
However, the experience of this horror should be much deeper for the Imperial Army and its Imperial Alliance Fleet fighting under the banner of the Dragon of Dawn than their opponent, the Yang Fleet.
A space fleet from the Gomblin Chieftains' Union, whose original job was to deliver a batch of supplies to the Ring of Miracles while eating hotpot and singing, was unexpectedly attacked by Yang Xiyi's fleet near the DL289 galaxy.
At the beginning of the battle, the only battle cruiser in the fleet was bombarded by a lightning strike ship and lost its combat effectiveness on the spot. After that, the scene became completely one-sided.
The blue-and-white-painted Community light-wing fighter numbered RX78 directly used physical penetration to pass through the force field shield of the armored aircraft carrier, and began to fly parallel to its shell at close range.
The scene was like a fighter plane in the atmosphere gliding at low altitude over the plain. In this case, the next step was to attack the ground in an airtight manner.
Sure enough, a series of scarlet beam barrages were seen, hitting the scarred armor plate like a blazing storm.
But no matter what, this wide and fat aircraft carrier is, after all, a large battleship that can accommodate tens of thousands of Marines and hundreds of fighter planes. No matter how thin the skin is and the stuffing is high, it is still protected by the standards of a battleship.
Even with water, it is enough to withstand the blaster cannons of individual fighter planes.
But the problem is that if the aircraft carrier is riddled with holes and scars, it will be a different situation.
Soon, double-digit energy shells fell into the burning gaps on the surface of the ship. Then, no one knew what bad chain reaction they triggered. This fat warship
Under the armor plate, the high-temperature energy turned into a fiery shock wave, forming a continuous in-ship explosion inside the hull.
Immediately afterwards, the boiling energy storm tore the hull from within the ship until it turned into completely irreversible structural damage.
But just five or six minutes later, this huge mothership from the Gomblin Kingdom and Chieftains Alliance began to disintegrate directly in front of everyone.
For the fleeing Gomblin fleet, this was just the final blow that was enough to completely destroy all their courage.
And these messages were gradually transmitted to the Hyperion, the flagship of Yang's fleet.
"It has been determined that the aircraft carrier Zulama has been completely destroyed. All the Gomblin joint battleships that are still resisting have been sunk." The communications officer began to report quickly: "The fatal blow to the Zulama was still
Lieutenant Lee Bao-rok’s RX78.”
Michiel Kent on the bridge said in amazement: "Is this the twelfth time he has effectively attacked an enemy battleship?"
Akinayama Hachiman next to him nodded: "In addition, there are 48 downed stars. Even with the performance advantage of the White Devil fighter, he is still an absolute flying genius. If he is in the empire, he can at least get a person who can pass two
The title of Knight of the Third Class."
"Yes, I originally thought that Martha Daken was already the number one genius in the fighter flight department of our class, but I never thought that there was also a hidden gem in the local aviation school. Our boss must have found her for her.
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Akinayama Hachiman nodded: "Yes. If the boss hadn't sent him a letter before Navy Day, Li Baolu would have been ready to serve in the local security force."
In this way, a talented fighter pilot like Li Baolu may become famous in the war, but he will never become a Falco test pilot before the war, and then naturally join the first batch of elite flying troops to fly White Devil fighters into actual combat.
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"The designer of the White Devil fighter, Eisen French, was also hired by him, right?"
"And Jean Cook, who won the racing championship last time. Although he didn't come, the boss sent him a letter." Akinayama Hachiman pressed his glasses, trying to distinguish like a tangled obsessive-compulsive disorder.
He said: "Also, the White Devil fighter jet was not his design. It was the X21 that Falcon Company was preparing to scrap, and it took off after being equipped with his light wings."
Kent said: "Yes, I know. But Falkong has listed him as the chief designer. I also know that Falkong, with the help of the Red Star Institute, already has a new fighter plane design. Only then
It's Eisen's work. It is said to be able to eliminate the White Devil and even the Lightning Strike Ship."
"It's hard for me to imagine. Didn't the lightning strike ships just appear? Our leader is indeed a very eager person!" Akinayama Hachiman said.
"It's hard for me to imagine. What's even harder for me to imagine is, where did these geniuses come from?" Michelle Kent looked confused, always feeling that this matter seemed to have a somewhat religious nature.
The mysteries and mysteries of it made me want to worship something.
Akinayama Hachiman used the reflection of his lenses to cover his eyes: "I am no longer prepared to consider these issues anymore. There will be no conclusion anyway. In comparison, I am more concerned about when the new fighter planes will be available."
Mihir Kent laughed out loud immediately.
"It's very rude to smile." Akinayama Hachiman pushed up his glasses.
Kent pointed at the other person and smiled even more heartily: "I'm laughing at you. You really think we have a chance to see that new fighter plane alive!"
"Want to make a bet?"
"It's a bet. If you can see it, I'll give you my farm in New Jersey."
If the sound-blocking force fields hadn't been activated in the commander's room and staff room on the third floor of the bridge, the conversation between these two people would have been enough to cause the morale of the entire army to collapse.
Yang Xiyi, who was holding a black tea cup, turned to look at them: "The universe is a theater, and history is an opera without an author. We are all actors struggling in the plot, and we don't know whether what we are playing is a comedy or a tragedy."
"And tragedy." Kent added with a smile.
"Maybe it's a so-called farce?" Akinayama Hachiman said expressionlessly.
"So, I still want to struggle again." Yang Xiyi said.
"...Your Excellency, are you trying to comfort us?" Kent said.
"Of course I'm blaming you." Yang Xiyi put down the teacup and said in a gentle and calm tone: "If I have to tell you two to shut up, if you get angry again, I'll stuff 100 tons of antimatter in your stomach and tie it to a space-immersed torpedo.
I always feel that it doesn’t fit my style a little bit, but the meaning is actually the same.”
Kent and Akinayama looked at each other, stood up and apologized.
"Besides, I'm joking. If we really live to see the Red Star Institute's new fighter jets, then I'll give you that blue and white jar. It's one of the few genuine antiques left to me by my late father.
Already."
Come on, if the commander's words are spread, it will no longer damage morale, but destroy morale.
Of course, from the perspective of the parties involved, they are not pessimists, but optimistic by nature.
Fortunately, there is a sound-blocking force field at the scene, so ordinary soldiers don't have to experience such ups and downs of mental pollution.
At this time, a new battle report was also sent: "Four enemy ships have entered the No. 3 gravity well and have escaped. The remaining six enemy ships have all stopped, shut down their engines and shields, and are sure to surrender."
Michiel Kent asked: "So, sir, it's still the same old way?"
Yang Xiyi nodded silently, with no emotion on his face, as if to say, "You don't need to ask about this kind of thing."
The so-called old method is to dismantle the jump engines of these surrendered enemy ships, and only retain water, medicine and oxygen that can be used for up to a week, but it also needs to retain the wide-area communication components of the mass wave.
As a result, these miserable remnants only have a week left to live, but they still have the ability to ask for help from all the imperial units in the surrounding star field. This is like a seriously injured man moving on the battlefield.
Unexpectedly, a wounded soldier who can still wail and scream miserably, although he does not count as a dead person, can always attract his comrades to rescue him, which may only cost more manpower and material resources.
Since it is an unencrypted wide-area broadcasting device, even civilian ships and settlements will definitely receive their distress signal. If the imperial command really prepares to abandon these remaining soldiers, it is afraid that the morale of the military will collapse first.
Although the professionally trained imperial generals can send hundreds of thousands of soldiers to the cruelest meat grinder without hesitation, cannon fodder is cannon fodder, and cruelty is also part of normal military maneuvers. Abandonment is still a part of the normal military movement.
Living among your own people is another matter.
Even the Imperial Alliance Army cannot give up.
Of course, Yang Xiyi didn't expect to come several times to support fishing and law enforcement. With such a small fleet in hand, the only things he could catch were sharks. He was thinking of using this method to try his best to mobilize the surrounding imperial fleets.
In this way, Fleet Yang can always predict the actions of the imperial fleet and find loopholes in the encirclement network. The Dawn Star Territory, which extends in all directions, is full of battlegrounds for this "small fleet".
The destroyed Gomblin fleet was just one of the victims.
Half an hour later, the Yang fleet, which had completed the mopping up work, began to collect the captured ships, regroup, and wait for Eleanor Bonaparte in the next galaxy to come over and join them.
Eleanor is naturally still sitting on the Aurora, and the duty of the fast fleet she leads is to expand the surveillance and reconnaissance range of the battlefield. According to the original plan, they should return to the home system and the country in one to two hours.
The main force of the fleet will make peace.
The Hyperion has received the regular communication sent by the Aurora four hours ago. Everything is calm and peaceful.
"Counting from the Battle of Unity Fortress, this is our tenth victory in the Dawn Star Territory." Akinayama Hachiman said.
"...Does robbing the transport fleet count?" Yang Xiyi glanced at the other party.
"Why doesn't it count?" Michiel Kent smiled and said: "We are going through ten battles and ten battles. By the time it is sent back to Earth, it will probably be enough for the propaganda department to prepare all the materials for the rest of this year."