The USS Qingcang spins, collapses, disintegrates, and explodes from time to time, which is a fire explosion in the port side of Area 66, and the stored liquid energy capsule is ignited.

Lieutenant General Donald used his authority to open the door to the general command module, and outside the floor-to-ceiling portholes on both sides was the bright starry sky, and the dazzling and brilliant galaxy was a miracle of the universe and the art of the Creator.

Donald walked to the podium, sat down in his place, lit a cigar, and smoked silently.

Just half an hour ago, he evacuated the officers and men of the entire ship, from the staff officers in the general command cabin to the cooks in the logistics and catering department below, all of whom were stuffed into the escape pods and began to flee towards the unknown interstellar ...... Except for him.

He is Donald, the commander-in-chief of the A-class fleet of the Sdel Space Naval Group fleet, and he has led the fleet to the south and north in his life with few defeats, and he has also lost and can only flee in the wilderness, fleeing like a lost dog. However, there has never been a defeat of the whole fleet as at this moment, battleships, cruisers, assault ships, destroyers, support ships, thousands of warships, a small number of them were killed, and the rest were crushed from the inside and turned into coffins in the universe.

He led the last fighter plane to make the last resistance, and when the last fighter plane was destroyed, the Qingcang was also defeated, and in another ten minutes, the oxygen in the space carrier would be drained cleanly.

Donald tapped on the communication screen in front of him, found that it still worked, grinned, pressed record and set it to send when the recording was complete.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, "I'm Lieutenant General Donald Snowton, I'm sorry Your Excellency Myron Sdel, I've been a shame on you as one of your students. The Seventh Fleet A-490 of the Space Naval Group was killed at 7:46 p.m. Truman public time on December 3, 4612, and was presented to Admiral Myron Snowton. ”

Donald took a few deep breaths, "I'm really sorry, the A-490 fleet was killed after fierce resistance, and A-382, A-542, A-224, B-674, B-379, a total of six fleets, all the fleets were killed, two admirals, a lieutenant admiral, and two colonels were killed." Truman, it's fallen," his voice was choked, covering his face, tears streaming from his fingers, "The ground army forces are still resisting, and Admiral Benjamin is still directing the battle in front of the formation, but it will definitely not last long, please...... Ask Your Excellency the General to send troops! ”

In front of the general command cabin, there are all-round floor-to-ceiling portholes, and the spinning explosion of the Qingcang disintegrates slowly, but it is unstoppable. Donald saw through the porthole those damned demons, as well as the desperately powerful high-level demons, who had not appeared on the frontal battlefield for half a century...... Magical!

Donald stared at a point in the starry sky, that existence with great vitality and strong power, it was the magic handsome! It was a pity that he could not see his true face until he died, because his whole body was shrouded in a wide robe, and he wore a huge hood on his head, which was not visible at all.

This picture was taken by the long-range space camera before it was scrapped, and he also sent this photo out, and the appearance of the magic marshal-level combat power on the frontal battlefield is already a clear indication of the arrival of a large-scale war, and this time it is likely to be an all-universe level.

Donald didn't care about that, and for a dying man, it was not as important as sending these voice photos on hand.

When he had done all this, he collapsed in his chair in relief. Suddenly, he saw the picture frame on the ground, reached out and picked it up, the glass frame was broken, but the picture inside was still intact.

Donald plucked the broken glass and threw it out, stroking the photo on it, and he smiled, "I'm so sorry my daughter can't go back and celebrate your eighth birthday." Wife, I didn't listen to you, but it's okay if I smoke at this time, haha. He laughed dryly, then kissed the picture, "Love you all always." My family. ”

Donald framed himself on the podium, and he smiled, smiling, smiling and waiting for death to come. The explosion and disintegration of the Qingcang will be in the command module in a few minutes. Waiting for death is a terrible thing, maybe some people are really not afraid of death, but waiting before death is the most torturous, no matter who, as long as this time is prolonged, they will feel that their spirit is going to collapse.

But Donald no, he was no longer afraid, he had fulfilled his obligations as a fleet commander, he had done the limit of what he could do as a human being, and the only time he had left was to spend time with his family, even if it was just photos, he felt that it was enjoyment.

He may be blown away, or smashed into a mess of flesh, or he may die of suffocation. But after this day he will inevitably become a star in the starry sky, shining a faint light on his family, which he has sworn to protect, along with this country.

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"You deserve my respect, General Donald." On the bow of the Qingcang, the demon marshal looked at the man inside through the porthole, and actually gave a military salute.

He genuinely thinks Donald is worthy of respect, because his A-490 fleet is the most difficult of the six blocking fleets, and he is often able to achieve maximum results at the lowest cost on the battlefield in local airspace, and if he hadn't personally defeated the battleships and destroyed the main and secondary gun launchers, the outcome of this battle is still unknown.

The demon marshal stretched out his arm and looked at the recovered arm, knowing that not long ago there was only one bone left in this arm, because he resisted a Qingcang main cannon, which was also the most surprising to him, surprised that Donald could capture a target the size of a grain of rice in space and fire the main cannon, this move was undoubtedly a cannon to bombard mosquitoes, but this was used on a demon marshal, it was very powerful.

He was convinced that the cannon had been fired by Donald himself, and that it could inflict such damage on him. As a mere carbon-based lifeform, the demon marshal respects him from the bottom of his heart.

You know, he almost inflicted an irreversible injury on the marshal, and if that were the case, he would have to retreat. It can be said that at that time, Donald was a little bit close to knocking on the door of victory. It's a pity that it's just a little bit close.

The main command module of the Qingcang exploded, and the man was still smiling before he died, looking at the picture of his family. The massive space carrier disintegrated and fell apart, turning into a pile of cosmic junk.

"Commander, ...... next" The mid-rank demon general asked the demon commander respectfully.

"Let's go, next is Norton, have you finished assembling the army?" The Demon Marshal left the wreckage of the Qingcang.

"Four million and seven thousand demon pawns, thirty-two lower-rank demon generals, eight middle-rank demon generals, and two high-ranking demon generals are already waiting for your orders in the predetermined airspace." The Median Demon General said.

"Okay, let's go." The demon marshal was wrapped in black qi all over his body, "Leave a part of the army and attack that planet." After speaking, he turned into a black meteor and flew towards the galaxy in the distance, and at this moment he was connected to the consciousness network, and a huge army of demon pawns appeared in his mind, and none of them fell.

Under his orders, the huge army set off and headed for Norton!