King Brunhilt of Sulyuka, just like in his own period of "history", personally stood in the position of the navigator and began the most dangerous voyage since the completion of the Angel of Dawn.
Yes, for the crew members who do not know the truth, such a huge ship will definitely encounter various unknown cosmic dangers as it shuttles through the dotted lines of the star map. One mistake will cause the ship to be destroyed and everyone to die. This
But it is much more dangerous than the one hour and twenty-two minutes of the Miracle Ring.
After all, the potential dangers of having fewer enemies and more enemies are all obvious. The soldiers only need to eliminate the enemies in front of them and behind them, but there are many things to consider when walking the "dotted line".
Speaking of which, in the history of the Galactic Empire, more emperors and elected emperors died in shipwrecks than died on the battlefield.
Brunhildt remained calm and even wanted to laugh a little.
Compared with that period of "history", playing hide-and-seek with the remnants and looters was much easier. She said to herself. Moreover, no one thought, not even herself, that in
Can the star map data obtained during that period of "history" be used in reality?
Therefore, two hours before the Barbarossa succeeded in its surprise attack on Catun, the Angel of Dawn had arrived in the Cheero system unscathed.
The unknown cosmic radiation, the gravity of giant stars, and bursting star rays she encountered along the way did not even penetrate the shield. By the time the Angel of Dawn arrived in the Cheero Galaxy, the battery power of the shield had even returned to full capacity.
The soldiers on the ship felt that they were walking with the goddess. Everyone was high-spirited and even took on the spirit of religious martyrdom. They all now felt that even if they died fighting for His Highness Brünnhilt, they would definitely be able to ascend to immortality and enter the Hall of Valor.
of.
Although it is crazy to attack a fortress with a ship, everyone believes that His Royal Highness King Su is the agent of miracles, the queen who turns the impossible into the possible.
What's more, although they only have one ship, it is a Titan ship after all. There is also an entire elite armored grenadier division of the Empire, twelve astral knights and six dragons on board. All of them are unscathed and recharged.
Facts have proved that the intelligence is also correct. The size of this fortress is no less than that of Seder (before expansion). There are only two thousand defenders on it. They do not carry any heavy weapons, and most of them are civilians.
As for those fortress cannons and shields that consume huge amounts of energy and involve numerous cutscenes, they have long been shut down due to cost issues, and now it is too late to even warm up when started.
As a result, the Circassians put down their weapons and surrendered without any systematic resistance.
Facts have proved that although they are anti-imperialist, they are not as willing to bend as they say.
This was May 2nd, 4:27 a.m. Galactic Standard Time. When the Dawn Angel captured Cerro, it did not intercept and kill all nearby civilian ships.
They all knew that the current news would soon spread to the opposite community.
This is Ostana's so-called security risk, and it is also where this surprise attack is most likely to fail.
Ostana further added: "We only have one Dawn Angel here. But the New Atlantis opposite has gathered most of the main force of the community's solar system fleet. They dispatched at the end of March to gather enough
We have collected all the warships that the people on earth can currently mobilize. By April, another batch has been assembled."
"It sounds particularly difficult. We should pay considerable respect to their defense committee for their hard work." Brunhilt smiled and said: "But, this so-called solar system fleet? Isn't that the number one of the people on earth?
Fleet, was it the main force of the New World Expedition Fleet?"
"Yes. This is after the reconstruction."
"It's really interesting. Can a fleet that has been completely wiped out be reborn?" Brynhilt asked with great interest.
"This...the specific number should be different. The name of the Solar System Fleet is very important to the people on earth."
"So it's just the ragtag group that was just reorganized?"
"...Although your words are suspected of underestimating the enemy, it is indeed the case. The fleet is made up of a group of old battleships and guard fleets from major star regions. The quality of the personnel can only be said to be barely usable. The commander is He
Lieutenant General de Cheour." Ostana introduced briefly: "The second batch of reinforcements that arrived later was more threatening. There were two Yinglongs that had just been built in the fleet. The commander was Paul Fei.
Marshal Raghu personally takes charge."
"It is indeed a ragtag group that has just been reorganized. However, if it is wiped out again, the blow to the morale of the people on earth will be far beyond what a ragtag group can inflict."
We only have one ship now. Although it is a Titan, one against a hundred is too large. And our nearest reinforcements must come from Catun City. Even at the speed of the Clear Sky and the Barbarossa
, it also takes ten days.
What's more, they are now very busy.
Ostana felt that Brünnhilt should be aware of the above issues, and it would seem deliberate if she reminded him again.
Miss Chief of Staff decided to change her words: "It will take at least twelve hours just to warm up the shields and main guns of this fortress. And during this period, if the Community fleet launches an attack on us, seizes the fortress, and lands
The possibility of success is still very high. We need to inform everyone to prepare for the battle for the fortress."
Brynhildr nodded, but still looked disapproving: "Inform the troops stationed in the fortress to be prepared and familiarize themselves with the alliance's fortress armed system as soon as possible."
In addition to its original crew and marines, the Angel of Dawn also houses 30,000 professional fortress garrison troops, as well as a large number of technical troops. The Titan is a universal battleship and originally has such space for transporting troops.
Brunhildt was indeed deliberate and did not consider the possibility of failure.
The proud Dragon King once again glanced outside the porthole, looking at the deep starry sky further away: "I really hope that they will attack now, but this possibility is not high... If they do
Such decisiveness, you should have reacted an hour ago. Haha, it’s hard for you to be forced to fight side by side with such insects, right?”
The chief of staff didn't say anything.
Of course she knew when the master was asking and when he was talking to himself. She also knew when she should talk and when she should remain silent.
"Ostana." Brunhilt's voice suddenly became solemn.
"My subordinate is here!"
"Order the fleet on standby in the Xuantuo Galaxy to ignore the actions of the Circass and take action immediately! Tell them that the main shipping route is clear and I want to see my fleet at Chero Fortress before May 20.
"
"...Some of the heavier ships may be left behind."
"Let Wovna and Nelhana decide for themselves."
"clear!"
Brünnhilt watched his chief of staff leave the command room in a hurry, and then looked at the wall on his right. There, his adjutants and staff were busy at the console. A huge holographic star
The picture has been unfolded like a scroll, the stars are twinkling, and it is magnificent and vast.
King Suliuka's gaze traveled from the Chero Fortress where he was located, along New Atlantis to the Terra star region, and then drifted to the Nantian Gate, which was shining with bright light.
Her eyes stayed on it for half a minute, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Then, Queen Brunhilt's gaze continued to move, sweeping across the outer ring star area, Xin Shuntian and Lumina, and finally stopped at the center of the Far Coast Nebula.
On that gorgeous face, full of divine sculptural beauty, there flashed a hint of distress and fighting spirit.
She whispered to herself:
"Okay. Now tell me, dear, what else can you do?"
"Behind me is the entire empire, but you only have yourself."
"If you don't agree, just prove it to me. Just like in that period of 'history'."
…
May 2 of the common calendar, New World Governor-General, Xinyumen, 10:15 am local time.
In a wilderness market 4,000 kilometers away from Tulong, a young man named Luo Ming, a researcher from the Ministry of Agriculture of the Community, was sitting on an off-road vehicle with his earthling assistant and sand people driver, parked at the market.
He walked to the city square and watched the activities in the square curiously.
Ever since the news of the imminent arrival of the imperial fleet spread throughout New Yumen, the entire planet has become lively, and it is the same today. Starting from the morning, all major sand people tribes and city-states within a thousand miles have gathered at the market.
, began a grand sacrificial ceremony.
It is said that starting yesterday, they will hold various activities. Bonfire war dances, animal killing sacrifices, spear-throwing competitions, etc. are all the traditional war sacrifice processes of the Sand people, which are not only very ritualistic
It's exciting, entertaining, and loved by everyone.
...By the way, the gun throwing competition has been changed to a rifle shooting competition. This is to keep pace with the times.
Luo Ming arrived a day late. When he arrived, most of the programs had ended. Now he could only enjoy the chorus of the sand people. He only saw more than 300 sand people of different ages and scale colors.
The choir was singing loudly in the center of the square.
Their songs are loud and clear, but have few changes and fluctuations. It sounds like the night symphony of insects. This is because the vocal cords of the sand people are difficult to produce high-pitched high notes like humans. Compared to Tile
The race of natural singers such as the Ke and Eredar elves, who have well-developed vocal cords, are even worse.
However, as long as I accept this setting, I feel that their singing is also very touching.
Luo Ming said to his driver: "I did my homework when I came here. This seems to be a hymn sung by the locals to the river god and the earth god. Only the nobles with red scales and white scales can have it."
Qualified to sing.”
His driver is a sand man, who also serves as a bodyguard and guide. He has blue scales. In the past sand people city-state and tribal era, he belonged to a family of warriors (gunners) and warriors (gray) for generations, and he had a little social status.
, but not much.
The sand citizen named Dai Jia glanced at the choir. In addition to the "noble" black, red and white, there are also many "mud legs" of green, yellow, green, gray and brown. At first glance, it looks like a riot of colors.
lanterns.
Dai Jia replied calmly: "They are all digging for worms in the sand, and it is too ugly to have to distinguish them. It is the business of the gods in this era."
"You're right, it's all the gods' business in this era." Luo Ming nodded slightly.
In the square, the sand people sang for the coming war. The people around the square were silent, listening silently and praying silently. However, outside the market, the sharp and loud singing was different from the speed of the dragon.
The neighing, the sonorous sound of mechas, and the roar of vehicles mixed together to create a strange yet moving piece of music.
Luo Ming had done some homework before coming to New Yumen. He remembered that in the sand people's world view, the God of Rivers and the God of Earth represented life and fertile soil respectively, while the sky represented evil, replacing many races.
The ecological niche of "hell" in classical mythology. Gods are basically equivalent to the devils. Adding "gods" to the words is equivalent to cursing, and even has a religious concept of curse.
This is probably because the sand people like to grow sweet potatoes and white worms in piles of sand, and it is also related to the fact that they liked to live underground in primitive times.
Of course, it probably has something to do with the fact that their natural enemies before the birth of civilization, the bat dragons and the more powerful gravel dragons, always descended from the sky and captured young people.
It's really interesting. People on earth came from the sky, and this time, the empire will also come from the sky. Luo Ming thought, how big is the difference between us and the imperial devils?
At this time, his driver Dai Jia also began to translate the singing for him:
"Gentle Holy River Faun, source of mercy, bless your son through fierce battles, stop the arrows, and withstand the sword. Strong Virgin, hope of courage, help your daughter not suffer, destroy evil, tame chaos. The Red Star
Teach us to be tolerant to each other. Children of the Sand Sea, unite, and we will live forever in the fire."
"...Are you kidding me? Is this the original word?"
"At least the first half of it is really the original words." Dai Jia opened his mouth and laughed loudly: "There are indeed a lot of words added at the end of the lyrics, but everyone still likes it very much."
People who don't like it must be embarrassed, right? Luo Ming laughed maliciously.
The driver of the sand people exhaled again: "So I don't understand. Even in this era, there are still so many noble lords in the empire. Looking at it this way, it seems that the empire is not more advanced than us barbarians.
.”
He continued to ramble on about Di Dao: "My former master is dead, and everyone's life has become better. Director Luo, look at it this way, isn't it important that we don't have the master?"
The situation here is very complicated. In fact, even in communities and alliances, there are still noble masters. Luo Ming didn't know how to answer for a while.
Fortunately, the other party didn't want to answer. At this time, the chorus had ended. The "singers" of the sand people from all walks of life and various ethnic groups dispersed happily, but it was very relaxed, and there was no solemn and rigid religious ceremony at all.
The driver of the sand people shouted loudly to the old sand people who led him. "Daddy Spearlin, daddy Spearlin!"
The old sand miner, who was even burlier than the ordinary sand miners, strode over. He had a very common man's brown scales and was slightly stooped, but he was still huge and strong, and he could walk up to two and a half meters tall. Luo Ming felt that
It was like seeing a dinosaur coming to life towards me.
"Your..." Luo Ming was about to speak when he was interrupted by Sha Min.
"I know you, Commissioner Luo, right? Hahahaha, in the past year, you have been wandering around in our wilderness. Herdsmen from all over the country are riding lizards and racing against your car.
.”
The old sand man named Maolin let out a hearty and hoarse laugh, and stretched out three fingers about the same thickness as a flashlight: "I have already made an agreement with you guys, the twenty tribes on the Nanbei Plain,
We have prepared 30,000 young men, all of them are good guys who have fought against lizards, fought against dragons, and chased away sandworms, and they will be assembled here tomorrow."