As a soldier from the beginning of the war to the present, she is no longer young. The strands of blue hair that once fluttered have now withered and withered into a dull gray-white, draped over her shoulders like withered grass in winter, exuding the depression and exhaustion that belong to that era and society. Yes, the huge military spending over the years, the seemingly endless list of the dead, and the funeral after funeral have depressed the entire Gelent society...... She didn't know when it might be her turn to lie down in the cold coffin and let the expressionless gravediggers bury her in the dirt of her homeland...... Or simply, only fragmented souls are left to wander in this galaxy where too much of the past has been buried.

Seven years ago, right here. She witnessed the magnificent funeral of the world's most famous generals. After fifteen hours of fierce fighting, the generals of Gallant and Gaddari fell into the sea of stars one after another, so that in the years after the war, the two sides could not even launch a new offensive. The two sides, which seemed to be undying more than a decade ago, are now only barely supported by the arrogant false fire of nationalism, waiting for their opponents to win the race to collapse first.

"It has been reported that the Vanguard ship heading out of the Pyrmit system has been intercepted and is now moving in the direction of the stargate. Enemy...... There was no actual attack on them. Her adjutant suddenly reported, pulling her out of her memory. The young man's voice sounded a little nervous, perhaps the nightmare of the Gaddaris fearless charge had crawled out of the rumors he had passed and they were so close to the Gadari soldiers that they could smell the irrepressible madness of the frigate pilots.

"What's going on the other side?" Sylvia just nodded indifferently, her expression surprisingly calm. She knew that the officers and soldiers under her command were too inexperienced in actual combat.

"The scanned data is incomplete...... However, the enemy forces did not carry out a strategic build-up, and the enemy's Sixth Fleet in front of us still maintained a defensive posture, and the ships were also equipped according to the echelon defense, and there was no sign of dispatch in the dense distribution of the starports in 23169. ”

"The commander across from us is still Buck. Bell: The bear? Thinking of this, Sylvia could not help but smile, she had fought him several times on the battlefield, and had several contacts in private, and felt that the young General Severe, although a little difficult, was still a little immature compared to the famous generals of Gadari at the beginning of the war.

"Yes...... Judging by the information sent by the Intelligence Service, Gadari did not have any major personnel changes in the Pyrmit direction. The adjutant checked the fleet database and reported back to her, "And this kind of important personnel appointment and dismissal is not a highly classified matter in the first place, and the credibility of the intelligence is no problem." ”

"That's ......" The lieutenant general sighed noncommittally, and there was a bit of banter in his tone, "It's a good boy, but it's a pity that in the end, he is still relatively ...... on the battlefield."

"General?" The adjutant apparently didn't hear her last words of muttering, and asked with some hesitation. "It's nothing...... Sylvia smiled and shook her head, then stood up, her expression suddenly becoming extremely solemn. The 11th and 58th fleets under the jurisdiction of the Ian-Aosta theater were ordered to enter the second level of combat readiness, and all capital ships were to leave the port and assemble. Order the CVA Omeniedes and Aurora strike groups to be on standby at Deep Space Rally Point 31. All combat fleets under the jurisdiction of the Theater Command are authorized to resolutely fight back if they encounter any provocation by the enemy. This order. ”

The White Rose defense line of the Pyrmitan system

The torrent of multi-encrypted information is surging between the communication loops, as if it is the sea shrouded in a storm, and as if it is a black cloud pressing down on the city, once again inputting an endless sense of suffocation into this barren starry sky.

"Alarm, alarm, enemy ...... The enemy's capital ship is leaving port...... The whole army, the first level of alert"

"What the hell is going on, Vanguard-11, Pioneer-11 will report immediately."

"Deep space scanners have spotted enemy Night God-class attack groups...... They, they're rally! ”

"Did the reconnaissance ship in the direction of {469,34,9802} be sent? What the? Ammunition is not loaded...... Can't wait, tell them to go right away! ”

"This is Vanguard-3, we are blocked by superior enemy fire, and the starboard side is ......"

Vice Admiral Gadari Bak. Standing on the bridge of the "New Gadari", Bell listened without saying a word to the distractions coming from the command channel, even panicking. Just two hours ago, the Federation Navy in the direction of Ian-Aosta suddenly moved like a boiling ocean, and the scouts who had infiltrated the Ian-Aosta system were swallowed up by them in just two hours. He looked at the incomplete holographic map that had been teleported back, and without hesitation, decisively ordered the fleet to leave the harbor and block the Ian-Aosta gate in the Pyrmit system. Thirty-two Raven-class battleships surrounded four Chimera-class aircraft carriers formed a wall of steel, and the large-charge "Dictator-Fury" torpedoes were all unlocked and lay quietly on the launch stands, waiting for the daunting attack of the Federal Navy.

"It's been seven years, ah......" Finally, the young lieutenant general sighed softly.

Seven years of history is a great irony, no matter how hard he tried to change the fateful cycle, it only took seven years for what he wanted to save to get back to square one. It's just that the Gadari Navy is back to square one? He slowly looked at the steel ship outside the porthole, the majestic body of the "Raven" class battleship was certainly awe-inspiring, but what about the soul wrapped in the steel hull? Seven years have passed with a roar, but the Gaddari Navy has yet to recover from Ian Aosta's pain. The army that had proudly endured too heavy a sacrifice, the army that had once made a desperate charge in the light of the twin stars, was no longer there......。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

Now they are just a group of soldiers with scarred souls and no hope in sight, and they may really be fighting here just to commemorate the dreams of more than ten years, to pay tribute to those brothers who have long since died.

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