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Field Marshal Earls stood by the porthole of the Void Harbor office, looking out at the vast void outside.

More than a dozen small ships are docked outside the Void Harbor, and workers are obscuring the various Tyrone shipbuilder logos on these ships with a sign that looks like a sun god.

It was the symbol of the Orps Sector, and it was used by the Orps fleet when the Orps once existed.

As a child, Earls had heard his father talk about the Orps Sector Fleet, which had hundreds of warships when the Orps homeland still existed.

Until the fall of Orps in less than a hundred days and the loss of contact with the Empire, the Sector Fleet naturally disappeared without a trace like this Orps homeland.

Earls once asked his father how they, the descendants of the Orps, survived.

His father told him that it just so happened that there was a tiny patrol fleet that had not had time to participate in a large fleet battle, and that this fleet, realizing that it was fighting an enemy that could never be defeated, chose to transport a small number of Orps to flee home, at least to preserve the flame of the Orps Sector's recovery.

"And what about the surviving fleet, father?"

Earls's mind resounded with the questions he had asked as a child.

"Remember that our hometown is Orps, the sector occupied by the abominable aliens."

"I don't expect much from you, son, I just want you to tell your children what I said."

An officer hurried into the office while changing into a navy uniform top.

"As long as the Orps will remember the revenge of their homeland and their long-cherished wish to restore the Orps, we will surely return to our homeland one day and expel those abominable aliens! With the blessing of the throne! ”

There was a knock on the door.

His father's answer also lingered in Earls's mind.

"I did, father." Earls said to himself, "My people and I have rebuilt the fleet, and we will return to our fallen homeland, even if it ...... Even if it's just a glance at it. ”

As Earls turned his head to look at him, the officer pointed out out of the corner of his eye.

"Remember the feud of Orps, remember the last wishes of our ancestors."

"The ancestor of our family, the leader of that fleet...... He sold all his ships to the star sector that contained our Orps in exchange for a shelter called New Orps beneath our feet. ”

Standing alone by the porthole, Earls heard the words, just as his father, who had died during a reconnaissance operation against the fallen area of Orps, stood beside him, patting him on the shoulder and repeating over and over again the words that have been passed down in the family and on the planet called New Orps.

"I'm sorry." Earls cleared his throat and glanced at the fleet outside, "It's just that we finally have our own fleet, and the time has finally come for us to return home, so I ......"

As the officer habitually pushed the door in, he saw Earls standing by the porthole looking out at the tiny fleet of a dozen ships.

Earls reached out and wiped the corner of his eye, only to realize that he didn't know when tears were coming out.

The officer shook his head and got down to business: "The Tyrone people of the Kitajuku Shipbuilding Group said that they can give us one more transport ship, but they will not give us weapons used by the Tyrone Navy, because the weapons used by the Tyrone Navy are forbidden to be traded, unless we can get a special trade permit issued by the Lord Regent himself." ”

"We are not eligible to apply for permission." Earls said, "Thank you for me, the Tyrone." On behalf of the entire descendants of the Orps, I thank them for their generosity. ”

The officer nodded, and relayed the orders of the marshal of the fleet's fleet on the data board.

After the Eye of Fear was closed, the datapad was finally better than parchment.

Although he couldn't get more advanced weapons, Earls still felt lucky.

The Tyrannies have a large number of transport ships to dispose of after the end of the Golden Crusade, some of which will be sold to businesses in their sector or some of the planet's fund-raising people on the planet, while those damaged will be sold to people outside the sector after repair.

The fleet of more than a dozen ships outside the Void Harbor was made up of transports purchased from the Tyrone sector.

Even so, the purchase of a transport ship was not an easy task, but the unity of the descendants of the Orps made it possible to have at least a tiny fleet to fight under the name of the Orps Star Sector.

It was an event that recalled, and Earls's blood boiled.

People throughout the planet New Orps spontaneously raised donations, whether they were businessmen or ordinary people, and even the descendants of the Orps who were scattered elsewhere tried to help in their own way.

Now that the fleet is finally organized, the homecoming operation can begin.

"Marshal." The officer interrupted Earls's exclamation, "Our fleet ...... Can we really storm Orps before we do, and really see our hometown as we expected? ”

Hearing this, Earls fell silent.

Everyone knows very well what will happen to this fleet if it really dares to set foot in the occupied zone of Orps - annihilation.

There was no doubt that it was a suicidal operation, but Earls chose to lead the fleet himself in a suicide attack, and he calculated that the attack would lead to a better outcome.

So Earls replied, "To tell you the truth, I think we may have been annihilated the first time we came into contact with the alien patrol fleet, but our actions will have an effect and will advance the recovery of Orps." ”

Hearing Earls' pessimistic answer, the officer's face was expressionless, but he felt that it was expected.

He was ready to die, just like everyone else in this fleet, or he wouldn't be standing here as a member of the Orps fleet.

"The Lord Regent is planning a counterattack against the ever-waking aliens, and he's picking a sector suitable for the front line of the war." Earls said, "The operation we're about to do at this time will probably put the Regent's eyes on this sector. ”

"The Lord Regent will choose this place as the front line of the war, and our hometown may be restored by the War Commander and the Divine Sons." The officer followed Earls's words.

But Earls didn't nod, he thought about it and said in a deep voice, "Maybe it didn't go so well." But at least the Lord Regent knows that the Orps Sector has fallen and that there are still descendants of it who are eager to recover it from the Xenomorphs, to shed their blood and sacrifice for it. ”

The officer's response to Earlestam's response was still expected.

It is not for nothing that this nobleman, the descendant of the leader of the fleet who once sheltered the survivors of Orps on flight, is revered.

At least he didn't deceive others to send them to death, he clearly told these fools who joined the fleet what the consequences would be, and then he would personally take the fools who still insisted on staying in the fleet to send them to death.

"For Orps!" The officer saluted.

"For the sake of Orps." Earls put on his military cap and said, "When you're ready, set sail." ”

(End of chapter)