The cheers echoed in my ears, and the entire command hall was already a sea of joy.

Everyone was jumping, screaming, and hugging. Whether it is the officers and soldiers of the bandit or the officers and soldiers of the Phantom Fleet, there is no barrier at this moment. The men who were fighting together high-fived each other fiercely, hugged each other fiercely, and slapped each other's shoulders fiercely. Pounding each other's chests.

This is not a successful competition in peacetime, it is not a successful acquisition, it is a victory in war. It is a great victory finally won with blood, life and will.

For hours, they wandered the fringes of death, navigating through the exploding light and firing in the horizontal light of death. They worked together in solidarity, racing against time to recharge their main guns, locking on their opponents with red eyes and sweating for emergency repairs. They regret every mistake. For every hit, they put their lives on the bet, and what they won was the qualification to burst into the sky with this resounding cheer!

This is the voice of the victor, the brilliant flame of life burning in this era, and the burst sound that shakes the soul!

Many of them may be just doing nothing in times of peace. Maybe it's just cowardice, maybe it's just a hawker, a farmer who ploughs, a street performer, or an ordinary clerk who spends his days hoping for a raise. However, in this magnificent era, they did not hesitate to spill blood on the battlefield in the name of a man and fight desperately.

Coincided with the Cosmic War. It is the misfortune of every man in this era, and it is also their luck.

No one knows when the war will end. How many such men will sleep in the vast starry sky and in the thick land. Countless of them don't even have a tombstone. However, they have left their own footsteps and their own voices in this era. Left their own blood.

In the future, generation after generation will stand in their shouts, behind their charges, and on the land they have watered with their blood, continuing the continuation of human civilization.

By then, everything will probably have returned to dust. But now, no one could stop the powerful heartbeats of these men, no one could cool their boiling blood, no one could blow away their roars, shouts, laughter, and the tears of joy from the female soldiers among them who also contributed all their strength to victory.

Year of the cannon, January 2. The battle of the Ushio system has come to an end.

In this battle, the bandit fleet defeated the world-famous Jeppen Dragoon Group fleet with the strength of a class fleet. Three hundred and six large and small ships were destroyed and one hundred and nineteen were captured.

Jeppen Commander Obuun, killed.

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and Fay Owen. After Blatter, Tony and the others hugged one by one, the fat man asked Carl for a cigarette, clipped it to his ear, and walked out of the command hall.

In the long corridor, the officers and soldiers with flushed faces and shining, their eyes shining with excitement, watched with respectful eyes as the lieutenant general of the bandit army, whom they had just met, passed through their separate crowd.

Bursts of applause rang out, and then spread like thunder.

The fat man kept a smile on his face, nodded, and walked through the crowd to the circular terrace at the very top of the mothership bridge.

The transparent barrier above the terrace covers the entire terrace. From a distance, the glass spheres and the long patio passage are connected together, more like a match sticking out of the bridge.

The field of vision suddenly became much wider. Bright stars, surrounded from all directions

The automatic door closed behind him, and the applause was gone.

The fat man took off the cigarette that was somewhat crooked and wrinkled on his ear, brushed it with his hand, and lit it. Take a deep breath and let the mellow smoke roll into your lungs.

Standing on the terrace. The fat man suddenly remembered an old music box that his mother gave him on his sixth birthday. It was a quaint and beautiful box. As soon as you open it, you will see a transparent glass ball inside.

In the glass ball, there are houses, and there are dancing villains. As long as it is gently shaken, the glass ball will be scattered with heavy snow, and two villains, a man and a woman, will dance slowly to the sound of music.

Now, I want to be a villain in a glass music box, I don't know. In the starry sky of the universe, will there be a warm family of three, quietly watching themselves.

The fat man smoked a cigarette. Hold your hands on the railing.

Not far away, in the void, the fleet was carrying out the final clean-up work. Fighter planes flew around the surrendered Jiezhang battleship, and one after another space mechs ejected from the bandit warships on guard next to them and flew towards the Jiepeng battleship that had turned off its engines.

Several shuttles full of prisoners passed by shuttles full of bandit soldiers. Farther away, the Chackner fleet, which had sent a communication signal half an hour earlier, had already revealed its figure.

Cigarettes, burning between fingers, blue smoke curling up. The fat man's gaze fell on a large piece of wreckage suspended in the void in the distance.

That's, the supreme glory, the space carrier.

Now, this huge battleship has been torn apart. The explosion, which lasted for nearly ten minutes, destroyed its entire body from the inside out.

Tens of thousands of large debris make up an artificial asteroid belt. The largest piece of wreckage is the stern of the ship. This piece is connected to the wreckage of a small half of the bridge. It's pitch black, like a ghost's abode.

Cigarettes flew between your fingers. The red cigarette butt is like an elf flipping a bucket.

Thinking back to the previous battle, the fat man's hand holding the cigarette now was still a little trembling.

Jeppen's Space Navy, in terms of ships, electronics, and personnel quality, is no match for Feiyang. However, a famous general can narrow this daunting gap to almost imperceptible.

Obuun. Definitely one of the strongest opponents I've ever met. If he didn't lead Feiyang's most powerful fleet, if he didn't know the existence of the other party in advance, and there was a stealth reconnaissance ship that secretly detected the opponent's location, I'm afraid that it would be this one-eyed Jie Zhang who is looking at this starry sky here.

The fat man was surprised to find that he was a little scared, and even more, it was the excitement of the rapid secretion of adrenaline.

The wreckage in the distance represents only the first famous general on the road of the bandit army's chariot, and it is by no means the last. And Obuun. Nor is it the most powerful one in the Western camp. There are many more above him.

Besides, that ranking. It was many years ago.

Start here. The bandit army will continue along this tightrope road to challenge stronger enemies one by one.

Maybe it soars into the sky, or maybe it won't be recovered.

This chapter is the end of the previous volume and the beginning of the new volume. What's more, it's my fake note. I just want to tell you that I wrote it, but I didn't finish it. My daughter has a fever, is anxious, and does not have enough time and energy.