Vice Admiral Gadari, Buckbell, sat silently in his commanding seat, feeling that the slowly rotating stargate was turning into another huge grinder in front of him. Countless orders were pouring out of his ship, along the double-encrypted communication loop, to all four fleets under his command. He knew that every command was pouring countless young lives into this great flesh mill, all of whom had had simple fantasies, loved people, had wives who were silently waiting for him, and had their own futures.

But now, this moderate in the Gaddari navy has to put up a desperate resistance here with a soul as cold as iron, with a future destined to be sacrificed for the sake of his country. The unplanned battle turned into an unplanned battle, and no one could have expected that the military adventures of the chaebols would provoke a counterattack of such magnitude. Although relying on the dense fixed firepower points on the Stargate Fortress line, the fleet under his command once contained the offensive of the Federation Navy, but that was already the limit. The Gallant navy was on the inner line of the spherical encirclement, and they were more free to divert their forces to a point to achieve a breakthrough, and their reserves could be continuously added to the front through the stargates, while the Pyrmit Front did not receive any reinforcements.

All the formations had been disrupted, and his flagship was on the battle line, commanding the troops nearby, moving a messy counterattack. The Eighth Fleet, which had intended to be used as a general reserve, was completely dismantled, and a group of frigates and high cruisers formed an attack group to countercharge the Federation fleet that had crossed the stargate, but it was beaten to pieces in front of the blazing fire of the Garent Navy. The entire fort line was turned into a furious wave of flames, and the orange balls of light did not rise in the middle of it, and then quickly expanded and joined together. If people look from far away, they may be mistaken for the idea that they are witnessing the birth of a new star.

As a young general who had grown up from the beginning of the war, he understood better than the staff officers who had come out of the military academy (身shēn) what such numbers meant. He had watched in the snow and ice of Sobaseki as a motley army with almost nothing but a cavity (love ai) and a ragtag army fighting with bayonets and rifles until the last moment, and above them, the young Gadari navy was turning into a starry night sky.

The humming national anthem gradually took over his mind, when Gadari was just born in the midst of artillery fire and blood and tears, and he had to rely on courage and sacrifice to save his future. At that time, the nationalist frenzy had not yet brought such exhaustion and pain to the country and society as it did now, and the young and innocent soldiers were still able to rush at the huge bronze ships of the Union Navy with their blood (flesh and blood). Now, however, when they have a huge fleet that their fathers did not have, and eighteen years after they have owned their homeland, their belief in this country has turned into a deep suspicion. They are no longer able to move from the desperate charge they did at the Battle of Iaustar seven years ago......

The organized defensive battle finally slipped into its own resistance, and was broken by the enemy individually, and the Gardari navy, the Pyrmitic Front, the only force of resistance between Jean Haina's forces and the new Gadari, had lost the will to fight only forty minutes after the start of the battle, and the situation was on the verge of total collapse.

"We just had two more cruiser detachments that could not maintain the line of resistance...... In addition, the firepower point on the fortress line has probably lost 3o, and it is only a matter of time before it is broken through if it continues like this, maybe we should consider retreating and regrouping. The Chief of Staff whispered beside him (身shēn), his meaning being more obvious.

"Retreat and regroup? It should be a rout, right? Buckbell sighed regretfully and did not continue. He knew very well the distance between himself and the world-famous generals at the beginning of the war, and he was not talented, let alone famous. The reason why he can stand in this position today is only because the famous generals of the past have withered away, just because he has survived the smoke of eighteen years of war, and he has survived the Ian Aosta who has fallen too many generals. He wasn't the kind of man who could give people faith in despair, so his men didn't believe him.

The only glimmer of hope for him was that the Union Navy on the opposite side did not attack, and their firepower was much weaker than the number of people invested. In addition to the three dreadnought squadrons that have been continuously (firing shè) and maintaining pressure on the Gadari Navy's flagship group, more long-range firepower has been shifted around the entire fortified line, testing the Gadari Navy's firepower configuration. As for the assault fleet equipped with high-powered ion guns, it is obvious that the strength at hand of Jean Haina is not as strong as he has shown, and although his attack is as sharp as ever, it is difficult to hide the tactical caution and even constraints. As the person who was in de facto possession of the Union Navy, he could indeed secretly formulate offensive plans and secretly gather war materials. But without the backing of the entire country, he could not sustain an Ian-Aosta-style war of attrition. What's more, his goal was much more than simply to break the Pyrmit Front. He's looking for a moment to break through the line here, and Buckbell knows that, it's the fox's usual tactic, and he always manages to put the right pressure on the right point of the line at the right time. Then the fragile balance will be upset, and his High Assault Fleet will sweep across the entire front like a storm of flames. It's just that he doesn't know when or where this point will appear.

"Jean Haina should not have gathered enough supplies, the full mobilization of the Federal Navy cannot hide from our (intelligence QQG) network, and the materials secretly assembled through various channels should barely support him to break through our defenses and conquer the New Gadari system." The young lieutenant general spoke his judgment, his voice so calm that even he couldn't believe it. "He knows our weaknesses all too well, the United States of Gaddari is ultimately a union of the Eight Blocs, and without the Pilmit fort line, the guitar boom, and the administrative center of New Gadari, we can't expect the presidents at both ends of the rat to have another revolution in the remote heart of Gadaari in the heart of 23155. After all, the generation that was willing to burn themselves for the sake of their ideals is no longer there, is it? Who among you can be sure whether it is your group or your homeland that your allegiance will be prioritized! ”

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors