Him and their stars.

Chapter 1686 They Are Indeed Coming

"What do you mean? We need to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the armament level of all equipment and weapons in the next few days?" Brigadier General Gore, the new commander of the Port Arthur garrison and commander of the 8th Marine Division of the Community, looked at the engineer next to him, as if he suspected that the other party was teasing him.

The brigadier general actually knew that this engineer named Summers was young but a very reliable and skilled man. In other words, there was no such excellent engineer in the entire New World colony. Otherwise, the hot-tempered general might have shot him.

Even so, he still had a look on his face that said, "You're kidding me." "There are now 12000 automatic sentry guns in this galaxy, divided into models. There are also three fortresses... well, although they are converted from ordinary starports, they can still be considered fortresses. There are also more than combat robots of various types on the surface of the planet, um, the sea surface and various islands."

"That's why we need the last debugging. Don't worry, we don't need to check all of them. We can just use the central information terminal to do some statistics." Summers from the Engineers Guild said.

"Just, is it that simple?" General Gore couldn't help but express his doubt. He was an old-school soldier, and he always thought that the so-called threat equipment should be wearing protective clothing and holding a hammer to hit the tank in the line of fire. This method of hiding in the back and typing on the keyboard always seemed a bit too difficult.

There is no such thing as easy goods. This is the perception of the old-fashioned people.

"This system is the product of our reverse research and development using the ancient technology from the New Yumen No. 1 ruins. In addition to being able to take over all automatic weapons in the entire galaxy, it can also remotely check status and even control other drones for maintenance." Summers added.

"This sounds a bit like a scene from a movie." Brigadier General Gore became even more suspicious: "Boss... uh, the main terminal was cut off, and millions of machines were scrapped at once."

"Hahaha, we've seen this kind of movie before, so we try to avoid this kind of situation. In fact, even if the Empire launches a strong photon interference on New Lushun, it can still keep one or two control lines open, so as not to completely lose control." Summers laughed heartily: "This is a system based on cybernetics. We use..."

"No, no, no, you don't need to describe it in too much detail. I can't understand it anyway. If you really describe it in too much detail, I'll think you're mocking me. Just tell me what it can do, that's all." Brigadier General Gore's eyes lit up: "However, since it's the reverse research of the Enlightened One, it should be very sharp."

"It can increase the combat efficiency of automatic weapons in the galaxy. The bombardment and evasion of automatic turrets will be more methodical, the interception of robots will be more intelligent, and they can even perform some tactical coordination."

"that's it?"

"That's it, General. Even though I look like this, I still firmly believe that talent is the foundation. Only humans can decide the future of the universe." The electronic light in Summers' right eye flickered.

Old-school General Gore is actually a Highlander, but he also knows that the "people" the other party refers to should be broad, referring to all intelligent races.

"But I'm short of people. The garrison of New Port Arthur is so huge, but I only have this half-crippled division of mine and the local garrison. I don't know if there are more than 20,000 people who can shoot."

What the Minotaur General said is a bit subjective.

His 8th Marine Division was a group of veterans who had retreated to New Lushun to rest after suffering heavy losses in the attack on the Devil's Throat Fortress during the Judgment War. There were a total of 5,000 to 6,000 veterans. In addition, although the ocean planet New Lushun was not as good as the earth-like New Yumen, it also had nearly one million residents.

If a full mobilization is carried out, we can still provide tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of bayonets.

Of course, everyone knows that mobilization is meaningless. New Lushun cannot be defended. Even with so many automatic turrets and robots, it is impossible to cause too much damage to the empire. At most, it will only cause trouble.

"Will the Empire really come?" Brigadier General Gore muttered to himself. However, after a flash of hesitation on his face, he shook his head and said, "The Empire had better come. The Empire hasn't come yet, and Lushun has become like this. If it doesn't come, won't we suffer in vain?"

It is now March 833th, 3 Common Calendar. The once prosperous New Port of Lushun on the border of the Blue Star Community has not experienced any fighting in the war that has lasted for more than half a year, but it is completely quiet, like a border outpost in a remote starry sky.

Not to mention the merchant and passenger ships passing by, even the supply ships from Xin Yumen in the rear have reduced their frequency to once a month.

However, during the Judgment War, and in the so-called "Fragrant Channel Development Plan" that followed, the peace plan for a generation, this star port was clearly the most prosperous trade hub of the Blue Star Community in the New World - although the community only had two inhabited star systems in the New World - transport ships and passenger ships from the native countries came and went, gathering and distributing here. They rushed to the Dawn Star Region and to various parts of the New World, but they also left their wealth behind.

As a result, some smart people invested in large-scale rail hotels and shopping malls in Xinlushun.

If it can be successfully built, there will be 1 dome villas, 10 serviced apartments, 80 guest rooms, as well as an orbital hotel that will include an orbital ecological park, an amusement park, a casino and a shopping mall, all emerging out of nowhere in the starry sky of this new continent.

By then, this hotel alone will become a landmark of this galaxy, right?

However, we all know what happened later. Happy construction plans are always destroyed by wars that are not happy at all.

Let’s not consider whether the investors of the hotel will have to go to the rooftop. Anyway, the half-built rail hotel was demolished on the spot.

Of course, the people who proposed this suggestion were from the Engineers Guild. They believed that it was unrealistic to convert the half-built hotel into a fortress, and it would be better to demolish it and use it to reinforce other military bases.

Admiral Carter, the commander of the New World Theater, said that the Engineers Guild was right! Although Admiral Carter was known as the commander of the New World Theater, he could only manage the narrow New World colonial defense zone of New Yumen and New Lushun.

Anyway, half a year after the war broke out, the half-built space hotel was left with only a thin frame, looking even more miserable than a skeleton. Of course, this is understandable.

On the planet New Lushun, there is an underground base 1500 meters above the sea and 1000 meters below the seabed. The elevator used by the base personnel to travel between the sea and the underground is made of the sightseeing elevator from the orbital hotel.

Of course, since it is a base built under the sea, its importance can be imagined.

In fact, this is the second central base of the New Lushun defense system. If the base in the orbital starport is destroyed, this will serve as a substitute command center, activate the backup information terminal, and take over all automatic equipment and robots.

In addition, they are obliged to take over the unified command of all combat units.

As a result, the internal passages and living space of this base located under the deep sea are a little cramped, but this is only for humans after all. It is even more unfriendly to Brigadier General Gore, a Torun minotaur who is nearly two and a half meters tall.

At this moment, the elderly Minotaur general tried his best to bury his huge body in the sofa, looking at the array table flashing various light screens and data, and the various tables that made him dizzy. He felt like he was reading a heavenly book composed of some terrible and mysterious magic words.

He looked again at Mr. Summers, the consultant to the Engineers' Guild.

This young cyborg engineer, leading a whole platoon of military technical non-commissioned officers, began a comprehensive inspection.

At this moment, in the eyes of General Gore, this cyborg guy is clearly a wizard. However, to a man like him who has no culture and is brave enough to kill, psychic power and technology are actually the same as witchcraft. High-ranking psychics and cyborgs who are incomprehensible are all wizard-like figures.

The general threw his body on the sofa chair in the corner of the headquarters, trying to make full use of the space in the room with his huge body. He looked at the faint flashes jumping around him, and then looked at Summers who was holding the terminal and typing away. In just three minutes, the old minotaur felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. He was now sure that he was indeed a hopeless student. So, he focused his eyes on the observation platform directly opposite him, where three technical sergeants were working - of course, it was more like staring at the various data on the screen in a daze. Their job was to read and analyze the real-time situation of the deep space probes at the border of the colony and determine the enemy's situation.

In short, it is an observatory of the cosmic age.

This observation tower system also has a set in the Tianshang Star Port, which forms the so-called double insurance.

However, in the past year, the technical officers on the observation towers had no room to show their abilities. Two observation towers, three shifts and ten observation teams with more than half a company's staff, all of whom were excellent technical officers with sharp eyes and ears, were treated like salary thieves.

The Minotaur General counted the numbers on the screen idly, sniffing the almost saturated damp smell in the room, feeling like a salted fish pickled in a can... no, salted beef.

So he took out the hidden sugarcane wine from his coat pocket.

Summers saw this scene but said nothing.

If it were my old self, of course I would be very disgusted with drinking in the workplace. Even if the other person was a general, I would definitely confront him in person. But now it doesn’t matter.

Although General Gore was the garrison commander of the new Port Arthur, he was more like a mascot. In fact, if the war had not happened, he would have played such a role.

Summers even thought about asking him for a cup later. It was said that this Tauren general's family was a private brewery, and he himself was a good craftsman. He had built a brewery in Xin Lushun and was still very popular.

At this moment, a device in his brain began to vibrate like a buzzer. The cyborg engineer bared his teeth, stood up, looked at the observation terminal, and then walked to the monitoring screen, but it was still pitch black.

The three non-commissioned officers in charge of monitoring technology were startled and looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

General Gore was also startled. He drank his cane liqueur in one gulp, then jumped up and hit his head on the ceiling.

"Why are you so frightened?" the general shouted, not caring about the pain.

"Here they come," said the engineer.

General Gore paused. Even if he had no brains, he knew who "they" were.

"All I see is black... Woooo?"

Finally, a flicker appeared on the dark screen, like a ripple on the surface of a silent deep lake, which made people imagine. It was as if a monster hidden in the abyss exhaled a foul and foul breath on the surface of the lake.

The Minotaur couldn't help but swallow his saliva, but still forced a smile and said: "But this is just a signal."

"They are coming," Summers repeated.

You, are you actually faster than the signal of gravitational waves? What kind of weirdo are you? General Gore looked at the engineer not as a wizard, but as God.

However, Summers himself had almost completely calmed down. He murmured, "But it will take at least twenty hours to get here. I will complete the last monitoring immediately. Then..."

The engineer paused, a hint of hesitation crossing his face.

The Minotaur General laughed out loud: "Then you can go back to Xinyumen. Boy, there are more robots, more soldiers, and more strategic depth there. That's where you can perform. You have helped me set up several backup headquarters. I will try to hold on a little longer..."

"If possible..."

"If it is unavoidable, I will also know the current situation. This is what I have discussed with Chief Carter, and you as an advisor have no right to decide. Haha, given our situation here, as long as we open fire, we will be worthy of the Earth and President Nishita." Brigadier General Gore patted Summers on the shoulder and said, "As for you, young man, you have more room to maneuver in Xinyumen than here, but because of this, I am worried that you and Chief Carter will have some unrealistic ideas."

Because the Minotaur General was so frank, Summers was speechless for a moment.

After nearly half a minute, he forced out an unnatural smile: "If I tell you, we are actually prepared not to resist. Do you believe it?"

"I am uneducated, but you can't treat me as stupid! Haha, I have spent a lot of time in New Yumen in the past six months. I have seen the emptied Tulong Port, and I have seen those fierce sand people. Haha, I wish they were my soldiers. I have also seen those ancient giants buried under the yellow sand."

"Yes, so we did plan not to resist."

"Is this some kind of sophisticated tactic?" asked the Minotaur General in confusion.

The engineer did not answer, but finally responded with a noncommittal smile and then saluted.

The Minotaur General was slightly startled when he saw the other party's overly standard Community Military Salute, which was obviously the result of long-term professional training. But he seemed to understand something and responded with a smile.

As a result, the scene was suddenly filled with a tragic atmosphere as if comrades-in-arms were saying goodbye.

The other officers were getting a little restless. They looked at the black screen on the observation monitor and the flickering light spots, and felt that the current situation was a bit exaggerated.

There is indeed only one signal at the moment, so it should only be a reconnaissance ship.

As soon as this thought flashed through their minds, the flickering on the screen became noticeably lively, with constantly jumping dots of light flashing frequently, as if a dark and silent deep pool had turned into a hornet's nest that had been poked open.

After a long year-long wait, they are indeed here.