After six standard Terra hours in Void Combat, the T-shape successfully inserted into the heart of the enemy, but the pirates were more powerful than the Imperial Guard expected, and even dozens of long-range artillery bombardments could not inflict a blow to their core combat power at the fastest possible speed.

The Empire's ignorance of the greedy monsters, and the incomprehension of the betrayed compatriots, made the battle situation hesitate, and a large number of melee destroyers and light cruisers that broke into the enemy ship array were quickly pulled out and destroyed, while the Imperial Navy soon realized that the enemy's ship array was as terrible as a black hole, and there was no return.

The original tactic of reducing the burden on the Imperial Navy was counterproductive, but most people still admitted that this idea was not wrong, and in the course of the unhesitating advance of many warships, the Imperial Navy probably figured out the area where the enemy's command ship was located.

It's an inverted triangle in the middle of the fleet, but the starmarine's barges are also an information black hole, and they are good at quickly attacking energy devices or signal transmitters, and their warships probably have information shielding equipment on them, making it impossible for the Imperial Navy to locate the enemy.

They are not powerless guys, most of the Empire's battles take place on the ground, and the overwhelming numerical superiority and control of the Imperial warships in peacetime is no longer there, and the traitors know them well, so the opportunity for the Emperor's gift of the Volcano Cannon has become extremely important.

The only way to tear through the curtain of the current black hole is the Volcano Cannon, and there may only be one chance, and the shock power of the Volcano can also make the enemy hesitate, giving them valuable time to recuperate.

At this point, it was the first time that the Admiral and his staff, the Empire's fat-headed nobles, and the Empire's greatest heroes in defending the frontiers, had come together on such a scale to think about war and symmetry.

Because the size of the Imperial warship is huge, a cruiser is equivalent to the manpower of the entire Imperial Guard battle group, and at the same time, it has the ability to destroy most of the alien civilizations that have not yet stepped out of the star system.

It is also a powerful force that can completely destroy the entire standard world without planetary defense, and power is power, power is bloodline, bloodline is honor, and those surplus and complicated things make up this huge vested interest group, and also constitute the most powerful force in the imperial void.

The effective commanders of the Imperial battleships who could decide hundreds of millions of lives with their gestures gathered together, although they were nominally ordered by the Supreme Admiral of the Star Field, but on the front battlefield, they were the gods of ordinary people.

The Imperial Navy currently has too many battleships or heavy cruisers to gather a total of six admirals here, but even so, any one of the six here is usually enough to completely flatten several worlds.

But now, silence and helplessness are on the superhumans, who are aware of the not-so-good news that the enemy is strong and that the Volcano Cannons they rely on and believe in cannot be fired to kill them.

As one of the older admirals dragged his black skin and dark gold sumptuous uniform, and spoke in a rhetorical way that represented the low-level astronauts and the low-level naval officers who were constantly maintaining the massive Void ships on deck.

"I have been serving in the Empire for 120 years, and from the first time I stepped into the battleship, I was aware of the difficulties of the Empire today, and I thought that Alan Bair, Lord Lord, would be the breakthrough, but his performance made me speechless."

"Now, our soldier is dying all the time, and he has been killing heretics for a long time without using powerful volcano cannons under the pretext of so-called risk of loss and tactical significance, after all, we should not have believed in this shoddy large equipment that has not been tested in war, and was blinded by its momentary power!"

He looked agitated and angry, but rather than complaining about Alan Bair, he wanted to rely on such words to win the recognition and trust of others, and to gain more power, but the admirals here were all old and sophisticated, and they had experienced the struggle of the nobility and countless military wars since childhood, and this means of agitation was naturally ineffective against them.

However, his harsh vocabulary also pointed out the biggest difficulty at the moment, that is, the inability to effectively kill the enemy's living forces, and even if they used close combat, they would be defused by the enemy, leaving the empire completely passive.

And the rather old nobleman, seeing that the others were silent, also realized that his words had not had an effect, but he did attract attention, the attention of the senior admiral.

The powerful old officer spoke. "West, your Imperial-class battleship is equipped with that squadron of interceptors, and my pilot has a high opinion of the brave soldiers under your command."

Old West spun around in his head, and quickly remembered the guys who had made him praise and earned tens of thousands of throne coins, and he remembered those people vividly, but that was all.

"Those, oh, the furious interceptor fleet, those loyal ones, what's wrong, Admiral, can my botched soldiers help you?"

"That's right." The senior admiral spoke. "My bomber fleet is too slow, even if I don't carry bombs, I can only barely reach the bottom line of evading close defense guns, but the furious crew with excellent performance, I believe they can, to be precise, I asked the mechanical sage to customize a special missile during this time."

"This bomb can smash the outside of the ship, and its speed will not activate the Void Shield at all, and it can also keep the encrypted signal sent for more than ten hours, the enemy is the command ship after all, even if there is a signal shield, it cannot be maintained forever, otherwise the array will be chaotic."

Chester, the old soldier, suddenly understood. "But then my soldiers will go and never return."

"100,000 Throne Coins, and one of my private estates, enough to buy a small Fury-class?" The senior admiral knew very well what this man was thinking, and he also came to pay him as promised.

"Enough, enough, in addition to buying fighter planes and training other soldiers, the rest of the money will be subsidized to the soldiers who have committed suicide so far, thank you for your generosity." Old Chester seemed greedy and stupid, but it was this nature that gave him a mountain of gold and silver, that is, a disposition that made the lives of others nothing, and this disposition also led to his wealth.

Unkindness and injustice, coupled with the convenience provided by his family, this man has not relied on war and victory to get to where he is today, but also because of the luck of countless imperial heroes buried in him, as well as this cruel and dark pathetic world.

It was this wealthy and noble family of Gutera, who had long since been favored by the emperor, and whose countless generations of bravery and success of his ancestors had forged the way, and now he had to pay the cheap lives of the poor people who were fascinated by his reputation.

In the Imperial Emperor-class battleship hangar, the ultra-high-pressure suit was put on again by the captain of the interceptor column, and the battle-hardened pilot emphasized again and again to the priest who was debugging in front of him. "Don't miss out on the temperature control system and the oxygen supply system!"

But the priest said. "According to calculations, high-pressure oxygen will be fed into your body through the spinal connector, the external oxygen supply system is only designed for tactical needs that may require additional personnel, and the thermal insulation system of the ultra-high-pressure suit and the heat from the plasma engine can also be kept at a safe level of the body."

"So the commissioning of those devices is the lowest sequence."

"Shut up! Do you know how uncomfortable it is to not be able to breathe? Do you know what it feels like to not be able to snap your fingers when it's cold?" The captain cursed as he entered the fighter to test the new system, if it weren't for the loyalty of this old partner's mech, they would have died in the Void last time, and the priest of the Mechonist had let him down again and again.

But this time it was different, after complaining, the priest took the initiative to turn on the life-sustaining equipment and began to debug, and at the same time, the air chamber emitting turbid air suddenly became fresh and comfortable.

"What is this, no recycled air?" The captain was a little surprised.

"Given the calculations, this may be your last sortie, and your sacrifice can increase the Empire's chance of victory by 0.6666, so approve the use of special air." The priest replied without emotion.

"Do you think my brothers and I are going to die?" The captain joked that the priest did not answer, only the sound of a third hand cutting and welding old metal pipes in the air.

The captain now looked at this hangar full of oil and memories, which was once full and bustling, but he had experienced so much in his long war career, from the troops that could only deal with pirates, to the Pangia counterattack, to the Bandertar crusade, to the current Red Pirate War.

And what he suffered the most was not actually the battle, but that he was favored by the emperor to survive again and again, and his comrades left again and again, from the compatriots who attacked the fortress together at the beginning, to the recruits who disappeared into the void some time ago, the pain was enough to tear open his soul and dissect what existed inside him.

He was almost suffocated by the pain and loneliness, and the suffering of the loss after loss in the long war, and if he did die this time, it would be as good as the many warriors and brothers who gave all his life for the Empire.

And he has never had an heir, no lover, his family has long been shattered by the invasion of the Red Pirates, and now he has long been the skeleton of the war, and the situation of his crew members is very different, the Red Pirates have left too much pain for this sector, too much, too much.

Now he is satisfied that he can take revenge, not to mention that he can decide the direction of the war now, because the reality is like this, and the great influence of individuals on the war is nothing more than this, he is not sure if he can bear such a responsibility, but he also understands that if no one does this, he will never have a chance again.

And how his thoughts spread, he finally needed to put away, and when the gunner and observer came, he looked at his comrades who were equipped and at the same time the two fighters spoke. "Emperor, Captain Terminal is dressed quickly, I thought I could get to the cab first this time, damn it." Then the gunner suddenly took out twenty scattered credits and handed them to the observer.

The observer grinned and accepted the money, and the captain quipped. "Damn, you're still playing with this, don't you know? If we can come back, we can get three thousand throne coins, which is one thousand for one person, and we can go to the upper floor to buy an apartment for ordinary citizens, and we don't need to enjoy those circulating water and disgusting second-hand air again. ”

This is definitely a huge amount of money, one throne coin is enough to exchange for the living expenses of almost half a year to a year of living expenses of the residents of the middle nest in the normal world of the empire, such as his good work in the factory, it is only five or six throne coins a year, so many people can't save more than a hundred gold glittering supreme coins in their lifetime.

However, they also use the credits used by the local planetary governors throughout their lives, or barter, which is more for the technologically advanced world, or those who often travel around the empire, such as this group of cute and pathetic soldiers.

And the high price of three thousand instantly attracted the two soldiers in the crew, and they subconsciously began to think about the days when they would become the upper echelons of the nest capital in the future, but if they could retire from the long service week, this alone would be enough for them to get a position in the empire that normal people could not reach, and according to their great achievements, it was not impossible to be donated to the nobles.

But that's all that can't be seen at the moment, nobles without heirs are nothing, and now they are still working hard for everything in the empire, but they also have to admit that their captain, the imperial admiral, alone ate most of the three thousand unexpected money, more than ninety, which is equivalent to a palace in the best location of the nest capital, or a small void armed transport.

And they still need to thank this lord for his magnanimity, after all, relying on their "little ability", they will never see the throne coin in their lives? Even if they did a lot for the empire, for those lords and nobles they were just machines for spending money, part of the countless calculations that paid money for victory.

It's just that they are also crucial, the most incalculable, the most probable, and the most powerful link, what little humanity is left of humanity, encompassing anger and disgust, sacrifice and praise, loyalty or bravery all in those poor rank-and-file soldiers.

When the plasma engine started again, a twinkling comet flew out of the huge, nearly eight-kilometer battleship, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, and those giant battleships continued to spit out imperial glittering light.

From the captain's point of view, the entire dark void at this moment is like a starry star, shining, gorgeous, and beautiful, but there are no stars in this universe, and the light of other stars also relies on the reflection of stars, so those stars are not so-called stars.

Rather, it is a flying human creation, a dimly lit spear that misses a few light-years away, a brighter one counts as a cannonball that has not yet hit the enemy, and the most flickering is a burning ship, and this burning galaxy.

(End of chapter)