It can't be······

No, it should be said, this is a bit beyond my own understanding.

The anthropomorphic master control program of the Diwei 2.0 system, an artificial mind body codenamed "Labdo", stood in front of a door in a daze at the moment.

This is the embodiment of the online world.

To put it simply, the surrounding scenery is the result of simulation, and the gate in front of him represents the firewall of the command system of all ships of the Falling Wind Alliance in this battlefield.

As long as he pushed open this door, theoretically, he could invade the command system of the Falling Wind Alliance. This is the only way to save the Imperial fleet.

Today's battle is going far beyond Labdó's expectations. They knew too little about Falling Wind before.

In this short period of a few dozen minutes, the technology of the falling wind, the army of the falling wind, and the fighting will of the falling wind soldiers all made Labudo look sideways.

And all of this has developed under the nose of the empire, which makes Labdor can't help but want to scold... Those lazy CIA pigs!

- This certainly does not include the man who used to work in the MIA. Is the military intelligence bureau so much money every year embezzled by people in the military department?

The defeat in today's battle was mainly due to a huge mistake in intelligence, so that they were caught off guard by Falling Wind's planetary cannons, and they were dragged into the battle of a large drone swarm that was not stored in the Imperial Combat Readiness Database.

All the information that Labdor has is based on the "experience" of his predecessors, and he has no specific way to deal with this situation.

But Labudo also has his own ability to think independently.

Just like now, he decided to carry out a bottom-of-the-pot strike on the Downwind Ship Regiment.

He, the thinking body that has condensed countless advanced technologies of the empire, has super computing power, and is temporarily in charge of the network world in the core area of the empire, is about to carry out a precise dimensionality reduction strike against the battlefield ship network of the Falling Wind Alliance!

He pushes! "Huh?"

Labudo looked up at the door in front of him. Can't push?

He mobilized the computing power that he could mobilize at the moment, accounting for about fifteen percent of his total computing power at the moment, and the effect he expected was that the communication method of the Falling Wind Alliance ship group would be cracked in a few seconds, and he could invade the shipboard systems of some ships of the Falling Wind Alliance in a dozen seconds, forcibly shutting down their weapon systems and power systems.

Can ······ now The gate didn't move.

Labdo's computing power continued to calculate, but he seemed to be plunged headlong into the fog, and he couldn't find the slightest flaw at all.

In fact, Labudo found that he could not understand the self-protection of the Falling Wind Alliance's ship system. And another new technology that the empire does not have?

How the hell did the Falling Wind Alliance do it! Labudo glanced around the battlefield······

The battleship was exploding, the flames were coming and going, and countless unmanned fighters were shuttling through strings of light bullets at high speed, looking for opportunities to attack the ship;

The back road is about to be cut off, and the full state reinforcements of the Güell Alliance are eyeing it;

The two dreadnoughts of the empire have become the "point" of the other side to surround the point and send reinforcements, and the threat of the enemy's drone swarm that can capture the dreadnoughts is too great, so that Labdor has to mobilize more ships to help the dreadnoughts for protection.

They fell into the mud.

A little crazy thought crossed Rabdo's mind.

He began to mobilize more computing power, temporarily abandoning the supervision of some planets in the Emperor Star Circle, and temporarily abandoning the ships in the rear of the New Federation border, because there was no complete war there.

He pressed his hands against the golden door in front of him.

He must save the Imperial soldiers here and bring as many living forces back to the Imperial borders as possible! This door must be opened!

The computing power swells like a tidal wave, and waves hit the ocean of data in front of it; Labudo almost put his head on it, but he was firmly blocked by the door.

The space of the mind.

Ritsu's doppelgangers continued to keep busy, and Ritsu's main body and Molly came together head-to-head, looking down at a small disc on Ritsu's table.

– This is, of course, also a concrete demonstration of the world of data.

The disc is the shape of the Colosseum, with layers of rings on top of each other, and the structure is extremely complex.

And in the outskirts of the Colosseum, there was a small figure of a man, his hands pressed hard against the gate in front of him, his muscles were bruised, and his feet were constantly slipping, but he couldn't push the gate open in the slightest.

"Ah," Molly whispered, "he's so weak." The law couldn't help but raise his hand to support his forehead: "It's really weak."

"But he's also called an advanced level of Ori," Molly gestured to the appearance of two wings, "This gap is too big, he can't even get into the data maze you set, let alone get out······ Last time, I saw you slashing at the stars with wings."

"You can't blame him entirely," Ritsu shook his head, "Twilight's level is too high, and although we are growth minds, far from the ability to reach full form, we are not something that the Imperial network technology can touch."

"And what are you going to do? Molly writes:

"Trap him right in here? In that case, we can kill and injure some more Sherman Empire's forces."

"Of course," Ritsu thought for a moment, "I'll open a door for him, I thought that a little resistance when he entered the door would give him a sense of realism, and that this data maze could be our shipboard control system."

Molly nodded, and she was a little reluctant to speak.

But Jianlu didn't mean to ask her about the young man's condition, so he honestly didn't talk much. Ritsu opened a crack in the golden door.

In front of the door, Labudo was stunned.

He had just adjusted up thirty percent of his total computing power and wanted to push the gate open, but the gate didn't move.

Now, because he didn't dare to concentrate all the computing power here, Labdo, who had already redistributed the computing power, was inexplicably a little frightened when he saw that the door suddenly opened a gap.

What's going on?

He obviously didn't understand how this place worked, and he couldn't find their underlying architecture, let alone decipher their various data;

Now, suddenly, there is a chance to go inside······ Fraud?

The other party's network technology is so developed, maybe there is a similar thinking body to their own.

Labudo looked through the crack in the door and saw countless data links, a paradise of golden light for him.

However, Labdo hesitated.

He pondered, deduced, and finally wisely chose to take two steps back.

If he is invaded in reverse, this emperor *** force will be completely finished!

Labudo evacuated in an instant.

In the command ship, Labdo opened his eyes and frowned at General Akz on the side.

"General, please evacuate immediately, I failed to hack into the control system of the opponent's ship, and they have a technological level that is an era higher than ours."

General Akz frowned and glared at Labdo.

This anger was not directed at Labdo, but at the current situation from which there was no return. Akez's state of mind was somewhat sad.

The Sixth Expeditionary Ship Regiment actually held out for a full one and a half galactic hours under the tactics of falling wind.

"Retreat," Arkz whispered, "After the headquarters is broken, the whole ship is ready to get out of the battle, Labdo, and let the ships that cannot leave kill and wound as many enemy troops as possible."

"Yes, General."

Labdor replied with a gloomy face.

"Lord Earl! We've been ordered to retreat!" "Retreat?"

Revell turned his head and glared angrily at the staff officer:

"What a sacrifice! Do you want us to quit? Did the soldiers who died in battle die in vain? Half of my ship has been knocked out! Now let's retreat?"

"The firepower of the falling wind is too fierce for us to resist at all, if we can't withdraw during this window and their huge planetary cannon is fully charged, then we won't be able to leave!

The staff officer whispered quickly:

"Enough living force must be preserved now!"

"it

of the living force!"

Revere's eyes were bloodshot: "How long has it been since the war started! We can still fight!" "Lord Earl! We can't deal with the opponent's tactics for the time being!"

"Their drones can't get close to us!"

"That's because your ship itself is equipped with an excess of air defense, and the Empire's standard ships don't consider the impact of drones in this regard! In the future, as long as we activate some of the warships in the inventory and take out the drone group defense ships, we can perfectly restrain them!"

"Bastard!"

Revell restlessly paced back and forth on the cramped podium.

Outside the portholes, lines of light bombs staggered back and forth, and three or five meter-long combat drones frantically shuttled through the rain of bullets and exploded into debris.

"We have to be decisive now!"

The staff officer grabbed Revell's arm and shouted:

"We can get the retreat order, it proves that the above wants us to live, many ships have not been given the retreat order, they are going to be the part that will be sacrificed! Revell! They are 10,000 times better prepared than we are! This war was lost from the beginning! We are unrighteous!"

Revell tried to break free of the staff officer's palm, but he struggled a few times, and the staff officer's big hand did not move. He closed his eyes hard and gasped a few times.

In the past few tens of minutes, his mood has changed from self-deprecation at the beginning, to his disbelief before the battle, to the sharp pupil shock when the opponent's planetary artillery bombarded his own dreadnought, and then to the anxiety when the two ship groups bombarded each other.

Now, Revell suddenly calmed down.

He gasped for breath and whispered, "Retreat! Bring more people back!"

"The Güell Alliance is trying to outflank us in the rear, and we can only prioritize ensuring that we are not destroyed.

The staff officer said in a deep voice, and then ran directly to the driver's console.

Revell leaned on the railing and slowly sat down on the ground.

He looked out the window at the chaotic battlefield and saw the image of a battleship not far away being pierced and detonated by an ion beam, and there was only deep tiredness in his eyes.

Unrighteous wars;

And lost so easily.

Is this the future of the Empire...

"Boss! Some of the Empire's ships are starting to leave the battlefield!"

Beside Yang Wei, the figure of Lu hurriedly appeared, and said quickly:

"Several fleets of the Empire are attacking like crazy, and they seem to be trying to detonate the power furnace so that we can't pursue it for a while.

"They were pretty decisive."

Yang Wei nodded lightly and sat in his chair, staring at the battlefield close at hand.

Those Imperial ships have begun to fight for the risk of hardware damage to their own jump systems, and some ships have forced to make jumps at the moment when they forcibly start the jump, and their own power furnaces are detonated by unstable energy, and they are blown up into huge starry sky fireworks.

Yang Wei didn't ask much, just watched quietly.

The Falling Wind Fleet is expanding its gains as much as possible, and the drone swarm is already connected in deep space, like one dark cloud after another.

"Mechanical Swarm".

Yang Wei inexplicably came up with this word in his heart, so this tactic had a new name. Victorious reports from the commanders of the fleets were heard in the communication channels.

Yang Wei heard cheers from far and near.

His command ship is also celebrating symbolically, but everyone is a mechanical mind dressed in imitation of real skin, and the meaning is not forgotten.

The two generals beside Yang Wei, who had been replaced for many years, continued to convey orders.

Because of General Akz's decisiveness, some of the Imperial ships escaped smoothly, and the remaining ships were quickly wiped out by the falling wind. Originally, Yang Wei thought it was a big victory······ It was a big win indeed.

The hidden fist of the Falling Wind Alliance suddenly swung out, catching the Sherman Empire off guard, and it must be difficult to obtain such a tactical effect in the future.

But when the law reported the number of casualties on his side, Yang Wei still pinched it fiercely in his heart.

Because of the stimulus of planetary artillery bombardment of dreadnoughts,

The battle was fought quickly and urgently, and the casualties were huge.

The Sherman Empire lost more than 7,200 ships, 1,900 ships were directly damaged or damaged by planetary artillery bombardment, and three dreadnoughts were destroyed.

One hundred and twenty-six ships were captured, all of which were medium and large combat ships;

Another 1,300 ships have lost their combat effectiveness and need to be undergoing emergency maintenance, and the possibility of direct scrapping cannot be ruled out.

In this crusading army of the Empire, the regular army lost nearly half of its combat strength, the private army of the nobles lost 60 percent, and more than 80 nobles above the earl level were killed or wounded.

The Falling Wind side lost more than 4,300 ships, mainly thanks to the fact that there were no ordinary ships on the route of the two dreadnoughts to bombard the planetary guns.

The self-propelled planetary cannon lost two.

Due to the high intensity of the war, the UAV battle group lost 1.25 million aircraft. Imperial soldiers killed in battle, estimated at nineteen,600,000;

The soldiers killed in the battle of Luofeng were about 8.92 million. 8,920,000 ······

Yang Wei rubbed his forehead vigorously and sat down on the chair, his eyes a little hollow. This is the high-intensity war of the galaxy.

This kind of war can also be fought between the new federation and the empire, but the two sides are mixed with too many political factors every time, and they are intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the war.

On the surface, Luofeng is weak and strong, and it is already brilliant to be able to achieve such a result.

In fact, Yang Wei knew that this was the accumulation of technology brought by the law, and the combat power of the Luofeng side and the imperial side was almost equal, and the two sides had no strength left behind as soon as they made a move under various factors.

"Boss," Ritsu said softly, "The Imperial Defeat and the reinforcements in the rear are about to form a super group of more than 13,000 ships again, and they are also urgently mobilizing forces in the rear."

Yang Wei nodded a little numbly and asked, "What do the Güell Alliance and the United States of America say?"

"The warships of the Güell Alliance have begun to move closer to us, and they have congratulated and admired us for this victory, and have extended us an invitation to the parallel chain of command."

"Tell them that it's okay to help, and listen to us." "Yes!"

A few minutes later.

Ritsu's figure reappeared: "Boss, they have agreed to the request, and these two battle groups will cooperate with us in the tactical arrangement. The Free States fleet will arrive in two galactic hours. Have we announced the formation of a coalition?"

"Well," Yang said, "the results of the first battle are publicized throughout the territory, and all the fallen soldiers will be paid according to the pension standards we have set."

"Yes······ Her Highness Emilia sent a request for a message."

"Let other generals appear, it's just political propaganda," Yang Wei rubbed his forehead, "I'm adjusting, when will the empire attack again?"

"Three galaxies at the earliest, but in the next war, the empire should make a choice, and it is very likely that they will withdraw their ships that have invaded other vassal countries and go all out to deal with us and the new federation."

Yang Wei said, "As long as the next war is won, the empire will lose the ability to assert hegemony to the outside world in the next ten years······ Prepare for battle with all your might, and use all the power you can."

"Understood."

Ritsu's projection was just about to dissipate, when he suddenly turned his head and said, "Boss, 026's nephew died in battle."

"Who?"

"026's nephew, a nineteen-year-old young man." Yang Wei was stunned and asked, "What's his name?"

"Xingyu Thackle," Ritsu explained, "we tried to save him, but his ship was bombarded by the battleship's main guns······

"I see," Yang said, "Let 026 mourn, and I'll comfort her when the war is over." "Okay."