Him and their stars.

Chapter 1683 Limit

"The goddess of Danhur! The goddess of the rebels!"

Amid such shouts, Andro Motta also crawled out from behind his bunker. Then, he heard even more frantic shouts of killing behind him, drowning out the cheers that were coming from all around. It was obvious that the various rebel forces had left their hiding places and started a general attack.

He didn't know if this was the right time, but he couldn't think too much about it. He just panted and followed the crowd subconsciously. Even though he was wearing a mecha, and the burden of carrying weight and charging was transferred to the machine, he still felt obvious fatigue, and even felt that his lungs were starting to burn.

He saw the Imperial soldiers appearing on his side, and was so flustered that he even forgot to pull the trigger of the Vulcan cannon. But then, he did not wait for the fatal attack.

Mota couldn't help but be stunned on the spot, a moment long enough for him to die more than twice, before he suddenly realized that these imperial soldiers didn't even have mechas or weapons on them. They were clearly the defeated soldiers who had crawled out of the fortress that had just been flattened.

They were also panicking, even more panicked than me.

Finally, some imperial soldiers belatedly raised their rifles, but were immediately torn to pieces by the Vulcan cannons that had roared first.

"What a relief! I am finally a real veteran!" Motta said to himself. Now, he actually has little rationality left, and he only wants to kill the enemy, kill the enemy, and kill the enemy forever.

However, before the fat guy who claimed to be a veteran got lost in the death spiral between the enemy and us, he still saw the back of the blue mecha out of the corner of his eye.

At this time, the invincible Miss Shirley had stopped and was confronting a heraldry machine.

  There are Star Knights in Dantie City? This is different from what the intelligence said!

However, it didn't matter anymore. The battle was already like this, and the fate of this city had been decided. One or two interstellar knights could no longer decide the outcome of the battle.

Motta subconsciously walked in that direction.

At this time, the girl, who was unarmed and wearing only an ordinary mecha, had already rushed towards the light spear.

What they certainly didn’t know was that in the vast depths of space, this tragic scene was all within the sight of a dreadnought in the deep space.

On the dreadnought Hercules of Light, Major General Olivia Turventure of the Galactic Empire stood with her hands folded, watching the vast battlefield with 400,000 soldiers from both sides, watching the explosions and the tide-like charge. Her eyes of different colors, gold and silver, were unusually calm, as if she was observing a little white mouse in a laboratory.

"Send a message to the Privy Council of the Celestial Realm and Her Highness Brunhilde on the Angel of Dawn. The Battle of Dantie City will break out at 3:25 on March 16. The main forces of the rebels have been deployed and have gained a clear advantage."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Notify all captains to continue to remain silent."

"Understood!" The adjutant quickly started to operate.

"Also, who is this person?" Olivia pointed her finger at the figure on the screen, wearing a simple blue mecha, with his hands emitting an ominous green light.

"I've never seen this kind of psychic power before."

"We are checking, but the Star View Pavilion's database lacks the same information. We need time to confirm it." The fleet star view officer replied.

"You don't have much time. This psychic is definitely not an ordinary mercenary or ranger. You must strike hard!" Olivia looked at the battle on the screen, and her eyes gradually showed interest. "I just want to know her identity and actual combat power. You must give me a conclusion before Dan Tiecheng reaches its limit."

……

The Imperial Army battlecruiser Somin, which had been struggling for a long time in the storm of strong light, finally reached its limit.

The solid composite armor and energy field shield were all pushed beyond their limits by the continuous bombardment. As a result, the streamlined and gorgeous ship naturally expanded into a bright ball of light, and then dissipated silently.

At this moment, he was like a tiny and accelerating star, completing a magnificent fusion life in the changing and boiling heat and light.

However, Vice Admiral Yang Xiyi on the Hyperion did not show any joy.

He sat cross-legged on the table, sipping the black tea that had been refilled several times and had completely lost its flavor. There was no other way. Although the Yang Fleet had passed through the Tower of Babel and received a large amount of supplies, it was unknown when it would receive stable supplies next time. The share of "luxury goods" such as tea was even more suppressed to the extreme, so it was better to save as much as possible.

Of course, what he really couldn't understand was that the logistics department would rather bring more cigarettes, alcohol and even coffee, but reduce the share of tea, which hurt him a little.

"When humans can sit down and drink tea together, they often understand the unity of man and nature. At that time, man and nature are harmonious, man and society are harmonious, and the world is peaceful. However, when humans begin to indulge in tobacco and muddy drinks, the universe begins to be at war."

You didn't mention anything about wine! Akinayama Hachiman pushed his glasses and glanced at the other person, silently moving his extra-strong black coffee a little further away. Then, he saw Yang Xiyi also put down his teacup, got off the table and lay on the floor, and said with regret: "Forget it, we can let everyone withdraw. The Suo Ming is our final victory, right?"

Akina Sanhachiman nodded in obedience and passed down all of Yang Xiyi's orders.

Seeing that the commander was still unhappy, he consoled him, "In fact, this is a good time to stop. Before this, we have successfully annihilated the combined fleet of the Principality of Enmans and the Kingdom of Legon."

"Even if the Imperial Army's fleet triples, it can only be considered an appetizer. The Dragon Kings can mobilize ten times more. These satellite countries of the Galactic Empire are actually more submissive than the alien races under the Empire. However, generals like Mettig are a non-renewable resource, in any era."

"So……"

"We are in the New World and we have non-renewable resources. This is still the case even with the Tower of Babel," said Yang Xiyi.

A minute later, the Yang Fleet, which had deployed its full battle formation, naturally began to shrink. Eleanor Bonaparte, who had formed a salient on the left wing of the fleet, was the last to receive the order.

At this time, she was almost able to cut off the enemy fleet, but she suddenly fell into a brief hesitation.

"We can argue with the commander and try harder." Colonel Ina Silica said, "If we continue to pursue, we may be able to leave one or two large enemy warships behind."

Eleanor Bonaparte glanced at the other.

To be honest, Eleanor was very pleased that this poor student with only a high school education, who would never have become an officer if she hadn't become a psychic, actually discussed tactical issues seriously. So, she nodded and said, "You're right. Perhaps we can leave one or two more enemy ships behind."

Then he shook his head again: "But, there is no point in this."

Ina blinked her ruby ​​eyes, feeling that she had received such a blow the first time she put herself in the role of an advisor. It turned out that playing tactics was not suitable for her.

"Forget it... If the enemy fleet had really completely lost its structure, I would definitely try my best to fight for it, but that is not the case. The best opportunity has been lost." She looked at the Mettig fleet that was gradually going away, with a look of dissatisfaction on her face, to the point of being torn between conscience and conscience, but she finally sighed.

Just like that, at 834:3 on March 27, 14 Common Calendar, a fleet battle in the Dawn star field of the New World was declared over.

The two warring parties were the Yang Fleet of the Blue Star Community and the Mettig Fleet of the Galactic Empire.

Before the war, the fleet commanded by Major General Eneyet Mettig consisted of three battlecruisers and two aircraft carriers. In terms of absolute combat power, it far surpassed Yang's fleet which lacked battleships.

Therefore, when he captured the main position of the Yang Fleet in the DL377 system, he was still very excited. They soon discovered the location of the Aurora and immediately launched an attack - for the Galactic Empire, the Yang Fleet could escape, but the Aurora, the real lead ship of the Clear Sky class, must die.

Even if we can't take it back, we must sink it.

Then, the Mettig fleet was successfully led into the ambush. The battlecruisers and heavy cruisers, which had been waiting in the gravity of a large desert planet in this galaxy, split into two groups and launched an attack at the same time.

The Hyperion where Yang Xiyi was located attacked the rear, while the Fafnir where Eleanor Bonaparte was located was responsible for outflanking and cutting off the retreat.

After receiving reinforcements, Brigadier General Eleanor Bonaparte, who had already stood up, transferred her flagship from the Aurora to the battlecruiser Fafnir.

This is actually a normal flagship transfer. Of course, if Yu Lian knew about this, he would definitely be very sad.

As for the Aurora, a ship full of glorious history, it was temporarily handed over to Major General Ducas for unified command. In this battle, it actually played the role of MT and taunt.

It turns out that the taunting operation was indeed successful.

However, subsequent operations were not as successful.

When the commander of the Mettig fleet found himself in an ambush, he showed a shocking determination and ruthlessness. Before the two sides were able to complete the trap, he turned around and began to break out and escape.

Of course, a foolish commander would just run away at this time, and the breakout and retreat would turn into a rout. However, a decisive commander and a strong army that obeys orders would complete the change of formation and the rearguard arrangements in the shortest time possible.

(End of this chapter)