Buckbell glanced at the staff officers in front of him, and the mildness in his eyes was gone, replaced by a coldness as cold as his soul. Kuangsha is silent, only silent. All of them unconsciously avoided his gaze, because that gaze made them feel awe, and even made them feel fear. They couldn't argue with the fact that Buckbell was telling them, and all of them were connected to one group or another. This is no longer the army that was united by ideals at the beginning of the founding of the country, ideals have been disillusioned in the long war, and along with ideals are loyalty.

"General, the enemy battle cruiser group has entered the battlefield and is adding ...... in the direction of {,9238}" The stargate in the distance began to flicker incessantly in the exclamation of the staff officer, and on the tactical star map, the main group of naval forces of the Gerente was under the blow of the Gadari side and advanced. Jean Heiner, the formidable general, has terrifying control over the battlefield, and when he throws his decisive assault force into the battlefield, it means that he is about to end the war.

"It's the Scythe of Death. Their goal was already obvious, so that Heiner would release Robert Hawke, a madman, at this time, who wanted to achieve a breakthrough. The young lieutenant general's face was slightly pale, and he had even seen the entire fortified line drowned in a sea of fire. The forces at hand were broken, and all the reserves he could muster had joined the front line, entangled with the enemy forces in front of him. If that fleet was allowed to come within 2o kilometers, he had no doubt that the Aeonic guns, which the Galent Navy was so proud of, would be able to level those fixed points of fire that had already suffered considerable losses in half an hour. And before that, his fleet may have collapsed completely.

"How long do we have left?"

"Fifteen minutes, no more than a thousand seconds. Although the number of ships passing through the Stargate is less than half of what the report shows, our fleet is already stuck on the fortress line, and the counter-charge just now is betting on the last reserve of the Eighth Fleet, and we have no power at hand to stop them from sweeping the entire front. ”

"No, we still have a working force." Buckbell unconsciously rubbed the military registration card that she had been tethering to her wrist, the beautiful and quiet back seven years ago was swallowed by the (yin) shadow of this war, and now her fate once again befell her (body shēn). Maybe this is really the fate of the fleet commanders. “…… In the past few months, our combat readiness has not been high, and the shortage of air crew personnel is more than 30 percent, but all the fighters are still parked in the hangar of the aircraft carrier. ”

"But we don't have enough pilots ......"

"Who says we don't? Order the officers of the fleet who are pilots out (身shēn) to report to the hangars of the various aircraft carriers, and let the aviation staff officers organize them, as many as they want. All the elites of the Gadari Navy have been smashed here, 1ooo seconds, we must block Robert Hawke's charge, or we will lose this country! The young commander of the Front gave the order in one breath, he paused slightly, and then turned (shēn) and ordered, "Communications officer, help me pick up the Gadari Information Office and find Jovina." "Beyond the armoured bridge, the Pyrmitic Front maintained their front, no matter how reluctant it seemed to their opponents, whether it was merely a collapsing fleet to replace the next collapsed fleet, and the Gadari navy was no longer the army that could charge towards death by relying only on fanaticism, but the young lieutenant general who commanded this army had not been worn away by time and power. He was still the same teenager who walked towards the burning city with his rifle held high eighteen years ago, and at this moment, his eyes were like lightning.

Giovina Bell sat restlessly in her office in orbit and watched as the living legend reappeared on the planet beneath her feet. Moenledae, the man who saved Gaddari countless times with his determination and will, once again stood at the pinnacle of Gadari's power after a lapse of eighteen years, holding the fate of the country and the nation.

"Is there any news from the correspondent station in the capital? What about the group? Those old foxes won't all be in person! What an idiot! …… In addition, how many people did Moenledai mobilize, and was the entire garrison instigated and coerced by him? It's still colluded before, hurry up and figure it out for me! "The communications of the General Information Agency have been semi-paralyzed, the mutiny is spreading from the center of the country in a hurry, and there is now chaos within the Eight Groups, and when the voices from the top suddenly disappear, the supreme majesty that Moenleday has built up over the years becomes something that the dazed Gadari can and is willing to rely on at this moment. Giovina knew this very well. She didn't have any resentment towards the general, but the direction he would lead Gaddari in was something she didn't want to see......

Now army after army is declaring their support for that general on the communication network, and the class groups that can confront him are silent! It seemed that in the short eight hours the country had no strength to resist his majesty. Although each of those shady business empires was a behemoth that could easily devour the small army of Moenleidai, the contradictions accumulated between them suddenly exploded under the sudden loss of the center. In a panic, the agents of the group can only start negotiations, deals, or betrayals. There is even a part of the agents who have already begun to fall to that general! The empire that the Gadari merchants had spent hundreds of years building was at least briefly in shock at this moment.

"What will be your next step in Moenleidai, to tie this country to a flaming chariot and make waves once again?" In the brief silence of the orbiting space station, Giovina Bell took off the communicator she wore to her ear, and for the first time in her life, she felt dazed and overwhelmed.

“…… Therefore, this country only needs one yuan, one voice, one will, and all the officers and men of our Fifth Fleet will stand under the command of Admiral Moenledai and win glory for the new United States! On the holographic screen was a man in military uniform, his face already darkened with excitement, and she felt like she couldn't hear what he was saying......

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors