Him and their stars.

Chapter 1699: The Reconstructed Thief

This brave Imperial destroyer was probably preparing to approach the Said Fortress and attempt to launch a proton torpedo, but before this powerful weapon could be used, she was hit and lost her combat capability.

Her final disintegration failed to break through the outer wall of Fortress No. 2. However, it proved that in the previous battle, the energy shield of this fortress had been operating to its limit.

Immediately afterwards, a sub-light-speed missile launched by an Imperial Lance-class cruiser at an extremely long distance was intercepted 25 kilometers away from the fortress.

This was the last sound of the Empire's wave of attacks. As the Lance-class cruiser was cut in half by the main gun salvo of the nearby Community warship, the Imperial fleet also began to retreat.

The good news is that we won again and had a very good exchange ratio.

The bad news is that everyone knows that the enemy will be back soon. The generals of the community can feel that the other side is doing it as if they are paying a huge casualty to level the outer bunkers and trenches. Now, they have indeed paid a heavy price - six rounds of continuous attacks lasting two weeks have caused the Empire to lose hundreds of warships in the center of the two armies, including a battlecruiser and a large armored aircraft carrier.

However, the Imperial Army might think that these costs are worth paying? By now, their light warships have been able to get close enough to launch a direct attack on the main cluster in the center. This also means that one step further, a strong landing is a natural thing.

Fortunately, everyone's morale was still good. The big guys in the fleet at least saw with their own eyes that the Imperial warships that were hit by them in the past two weeks were burning in the starry sky. And their losses were mainly in the unmanned turrets. Compared with the casualties of the Empire, the losses of their warships and garrisons should be at most only half of that of the enemy.

In general, the officers and soldiers were tired but also happy, especially the new recruits who had just been recruited from the mainland. They had not experienced last year's "Ten Battles and Ten Decisions" and "Transformation Plan", and thought that there was still a certain distance between them and the veterans. But now, after such a victory, they clearly felt that honor and courage were growing in their souls.

Of course, the veterans don't think so.

"I've fought many battles, but this is the first time I've fought such a boring battle!" Lieutenant Jean Cook complained loudly while eating in the officers' Chinese restaurant. He wore his flight suit even when eating.

In fact, it was more than that. As an excellent captain who had made many achievements in battle and never left the front line despite minor injuries, he was still wearing diapers. However, this matter still had a strong smell, so it was better not to explain it in detail in the restaurant.

As the captain of a torpedo boat, he certainly had reason to complain.

The enemy's main battleships always stayed within the protection range of the Aegis light cruiser and attacked from a distance. In this case, the attack effect of the torpedo ship would be greatly reduced.

Of course, with the current performance of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, it is also possible to break through the defense network of the Holy Shield Cruiser by opening the light wings for sub-light speed penetration. Although the loss will be greater, it is also within the tolerable range.

However, when the New Shenzhou Squadron and the Dawn Squadron were ready to attack in person, the enemy fleet began to retreat. If it were in the past, the powerful torpedo ships would really be happy to catch up and blow up these thin-skinned and big-stuffed chrysanthemums. But now, behind the conventional "center line", the Imperial Army also deployed a large-scale automatic sentry gun here, and the space airport was almost on the line of fire.

Didn't you hear what Captain Yu taught everyone? A qualified torpedo ship pilot must be a rational, objective, calm and steady realist, and still can't do the whole thing of breaking through the enemy's firepower network.

Thus, this tug-of-war between kites and anti-kites lasted for two weeks. In all previous wars, the torpedo ships that had made great contributions to the Earthlings and were still regarded as the killer of the Community Space Fleet seemed to have no sense of existence.

"So, what are the Imperial devils doing here? Are they here to have fun? Or are they here to make trouble, as the Commander said... No, they are clearly here to show off, like a Twi'lek dancer tap dancing with her skirt open to her thighs! Disgusting! Really disgraced!" Lieutenant Cook picked up the bread in the basket: "Damn it, this is even more disgraced! A croissant is a croissant, not a croissant! Who on earth poured chocolate sauce on the croissant!"

The crew members sitting with him knew that the captain was going crazy, so they just gave him a polite but insincere smile and focused their attention on the plates in front of them.

The young pilot sitting at the table next to him interrupted unceremoniously, "But, sir, we still sank a light carrier and two cruisers, and we didn't lose a single ship."

Lieutenant Cook glanced at the woman opposite him. She was pretty and even cute, but her eyes were very firm. It was easy to connect her directly to the boss of Liuli. If it weren't for that big sister, he might still be a courier in his hometown.

Cook ate the meat pie roughly, took a big sip of beer, and glanced at the croissants in the basket with regret. Then he took a deep breath and said in a muffled voice, "What's your name?"

"Lieutenant Jean Essor, second pilot and pitcher of Rogue 3. Sir."

"Rogue Squadron has been rebuilt?"

"Yes. All members just returned to the team today. Sir, you are too out of touch with the news. You used to be a member of this squadron. You can't just ignore your old unit just because you got a promotion in another squadron." The female pilot sighed, seeming a little hurt.

Lieutenant Cook was a little embarrassed, but considering that he had hardly left his post during this period, his mood immediately stabilized: "He looked at the female pilot again, and still felt that her baby face was too tender, so tender that it would not be out of place for her to play a junior high school student.

"If you're saying that..." "I just graduated early from aviation school, sir."

No wonder he looks like a middle school student.

But then again, have our manpower resources been depleted to the point where we have to let students graduate early? Lieutenant Cook was a little worried, but considering that he couldn't control such things, he forced himself to forget about it.

Lieutenant Cook, who completely ignored the fact that he was also a famous universe-class rowing champion but was still drafted, said in a senior tone: "Then you have to understand it more clearly, Lieutenant Esor. Our Rogue Squadron has bombed Dreadnoughts, planets, fortresses, Titans and Void Lords...Are you satisfied with a mere small cruiser?"

  Jean Cook now really feels that it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. You know, he was once a hero who threw antimatter torpedoes into the dreadnought's ditch!

"I understand what you mean. But after two weeks of fighting, we didn't lose any torpedo ships!"

"so what?"

"This means that our survival rate will be very high for a long period of time. This will help us new recruits survive." Lieutenant Esor smiled brightly: "I hope that if all battles are fought like this in the future, maybe we can stop fighting soon! Maybe I can go back to my hometown and drive a passenger ship."

Lieutenant Cook was stunned and nodded subconsciously: "Ju, you can understand it this way... No, you are born to be suitable for our torpedo ship unit."

"Well, but I really just want to go back to driving the passenger ship... I thought, sir, a hero like you who has made many achievements in battle would definitely denounce someone like me for being cowardly."

"Since you know that, why do you still say that?"

"Because I am a member of the Lionheart Society! Whether in school or in the society, the education I received tells me that I cannot lie."

...Damn it, I spent a lot of effort to join the club. Lieutenant Cook was a little envious, but he quickly adjusted his mood:

"Yes, that's what makes a flying torpedo ship suitable. Even for me, I'd rather drive a racing boat. I've only won one championship. But I want to be the number one in sublight speed racing history. I want more than one, not two, three, or four. I want to win many championships, so many trophies that I can't even hold them all."

"I know you are a racing champion. Many of our classmates decided to take the small and medium-sized driving courses because of your encouragement." Then, he was recruited to drive a torpedo boat.

"Our boss has said it more than once. War is for peace, and for the day when we can sit down and drink and eat meat in peace. If we have the awareness to fight for peace, we will have the courage to charge at the Titans."

This statement really lacked arguments and proof, but this was all Cook, who had never been to college, could say. Fortunately, the female pilot who graduated from aviation school early and was perhaps not yet 20 years old, had nothing to refute her predecessor. She nodded silently, looking as if she understood but not quite.

"So, cheers! We've won six times."

"Yes, not just once, not two, three, four victories, but there will be many more victories in the future."

"See, I told you that you were born to be a torpedo ship."

Just like that, the new recruits of the Rogue Squadron, which had just been restored, sang and danced together with the veterans of the New Shenzhou Squadron and the Dawn Squadron, and their morale seemed to be swelling and burning.

In short, although two weeks of continuous rotation battles have accumulated a lot of fatigue for everyone, considering that the casualty rate and exchange ratio are very good, the overall morale has always been maintained at a relatively stable and good level.

However, Yu Lian of the command center could not cheer with the ordinary soldiers. He knew very well that it would be almost impossible to achieve such a good exchange ratio in the next round of battle.

He asked Feifei to take out a graph, which clearly showed that their casualties were clearly on the rise. By the time of the sixth wave of attack, their losses should have reached 70% of the enemy's, and even a Xuanniao-class battlecruiser had been destroyed.

This tragic loss occurred at 11:17 a.m. The Xuanniao-class battlecruiser General Pontos, which was transferred from the Cantilever Fleet, was hit while covering Fortress No. 2. After losing power and shield, it was besieged by the enemy fleet.

Their attempts to rescue her were unsuccessful, and they could only watch as she was cut in half by a salvo of orbital artillery shells from the Imperial Army.

This is also the first large battleship of the Blue Star Community to be sunk since the beginning of this year.

What made Yu Lian even more worried was that this loss could have been avoided. When the General Pontos was covering the fortress, it responded to a round of main gun salvos from the enemy. When the battleship was evading, it was obviously more than a beat slower, which gave the Imperial battleship the opportunity to deal a fatal blow.