Him and their stars.

Chapter 1711: The Fall of the Capital

The most important part of the border defense line of the Kingdom of Cherke facing the Femo Galaxy is the fortress and garrison fleet base located in the Xuantuo Galaxy.

This country has concentrated nearly half of its national defense forces and most of its capital ships here, including two dreadnoughts and three battlecruisers. With such a force, if they rely on the fortress defense line, even if they face a surprise attack from the Galactic Empire, they can fight back and forth for a considerable period of time.

Moreover, even if we take a step back, even an empire as domineering as this should not risk the wrath of the world and wage an undeclared war on a member state of the Council of Galactic Civilizations, right?

It was with this mentality that when the Imperial fleet appeared in this galaxy, the Circe Snapping Turtles even panicked for a short time.

Fortunately, your empire across from you did not actually launch a surprise attack, but stayed where it was.

The Circassians, who were frightened, calmed down, and quickly prepared for war while continuously issuing warnings to the opposing imperial fleet, while also sending warnings to the country.

The Pegasus received the news less than an hour after the Imperial Fleet officially entered the Xuantuo System. To be fair, the intelligence department's response this time was also swift.

这是银河标准时间834年的5月2日8点17分发生的情况了。

Marshal Paul Ferragu was having breakfast when he received the news. Although he had the habit of staying up late at night, he did not have the problem of staying in bed. He slept an average of less than five hours a day but was still full of energy.

The marshal was indeed startled, but he did not choke on the milk in his mouth. Instead, he swallowed the food in his mouth with unprecedented willpower without wasting a single bit.

He slowly wiped his mouth with a napkin, and when he put it down, he had regained his composure: "Damn empire, he was right!"

Claire Belmont knew that these words were directed at him, but he just smiled in response and continued to struggle with the meat pie on his plate.

The senior military officers at the scene also began to discuss the matter.

"The Dragon Kings are crazy. Are they really going to break through Circe? How can they possibly do it?"

"Now, we have seen their actions! Hahaha, what kind of surprise attack is possible?"

"This is an undeclared war! Yes, the Galactic Empire has completely trampled interstellar law into a black hole! They will become the target of public criticism!"

"Yes, the target of public criticism!"

Of course, Claire felt that someone was watching him vaguely, but he seemed unaware of it and even gulped down a cup of delicious green tea.

No matter what, everyone suddenly felt that the Blue Star Community would no longer fight alone.

So, after the slight shock at the beginning wore off, everyone became visibly high-spirited.

Marshal Ferragu waved his hand and gave the order in a deep voice: "Notify Lieutenant General Sheul to be ready to march at any time! In addition, everyone, please take your positions! Immediately notify the entire fleet to move forward! Move forward regardless of the consequences!"

Everyone nodded in agreement with full vigor. Their morale was even higher than when they learned that the Circassians were interested in forming a military alliance, so their ability to act naturally increased significantly.

Marshal Fei returned to his office, thinking complacently. He felt that he still needed to call the country and ask the Military Command Headquarters and the National Defense Committee to urge the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to sign a formal military alliance with the Kingdom of Circassia as soon as possible.

He can lead the local fleet into the Circe Kingdom to fight.

Let the Circassian fleet serve as MT, use the Circassian people's supplies, and use the Circassian territory as a barrier and strategic depth to fight against the Empire and keep the enemy out of the country. Isn't it wonderful?

As long as we can hold out until the Alliance is defeated, Uncle Paul will have accomplished his mission. If the Alliance doesn't even care about Circe, a traditional ally, then they won't be qualified to command half of the galaxy. They will definitely fight themselves.

Marshal Ferragu thought of this and then subconsciously looked for Major General Claire Belmonte.

Then, he saw that the young Alliance general had appeared at the corner of the passage and was striding towards him, with obvious anxiety still on his face.

Marshal Ferragu shuddered, and even his doughy round face seemed to twitch. The fat marshal remembered that it was the first time he saw this wealthy nobleman from the alliance so out of control.

  ...But, just five minutes ago, he was still drinking tea with a calm expression!

"Claire, you are..."

He took a deep breath and said in a low but clear voice: "Sir, five minutes ago, at 5:2 on May 9, the Barbarossa and 7 high-speed cruisers arrived at Katun, the capital of the Circe Kingdom. Katun has been occupied. King Helang and important members of the royal family, as well as a group of senior Circe officials are missing."

The marshal stumbled a step, and felt as if a fly was jumping in his sight. He was sure that he had used up all his strength to barely avoid falling, but his thick back still stuck to the wall uncontrollably.

He calmed down and suddenly felt like roaring: "Twelve ships, twelve ships occupied the capital of Circe? What are the guards of the capital doing?"

"I only know that Katun has fallen into chaos. I am also waiting for more specific information."

"I have to contact the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, no, contact the embassy, ​​and ask them to clarify the situation as soon as possible." The marshal murmured.

Claire reminded him, "The key issue lies in Chelo. Sir, Chelo Fortress is the only pass between New Asia and the Kingdom of Chelk."

"Yes, yes, Chero, Chero must not be lost." Marshal Ferragu's face turned blue and red, as if he was in a dilemma. However, his hesitation only lasted less than half a minute, and then a trace of ruthlessness flashed across his face: "Notify Lieutenant General Scheuer, tell him to send troops immediately and occupy Chero immediately. Let our people take over all the key departments, such as fortress artillery, laser group, and automatic artillery group. Open everything that can be opened! Go and notify them!"

The marshal's adjutant was still in the stage of being shocked by the news, and it was not until he was kicked hard by his own superior that he reacted.

He cried out "Ouch!" and quickly opened his terminal and ran away as if he was making a call.

Twenty minutes later, when Marshal Ferragu had finished three cups of espresso in the conference room, the chief of staff and a group of staff arrived, and the scene was filled with noisy and chaotic communication sounds and graphics.

The intelligence chief's staff officer then scrambled into the conference room like a horse whose ditch had been burned.

"Sir, Katun has been occupied! King Circe and the Prime Minister have been detained by the Imperial Army!" he shouted, his tone close to a scream.

"I already know!" The marshal replied in a louder voice: "I want more details."

"This... the embassy has also been occupied by the Imperial Army. Also, the Commissioner's office in Katun has been destroyed, and almost all of our intelligence agents there have been arrested." "You are the fastest to send out obituaries." Marshal Ferragu said gritting his teeth.

"It all depends on Lieutenant General Sheul. They have already received the news. As long as they start immediately and control Chero in advance, there is still room for maneuver." The chief of staff comforted.

"Yes, yes, as long as Sheul launches an attack, everything will be fine." Marshal Ferragu pointed to the New Atlantis galaxy with a red pencil and drew a shoulder towards the Chelo Fortress.

However, before Marshal Ferragu could make any response, a combat staff officer took off his headset with a pale face.

This colonel, who was in his early forties and in the prime of his life, trembled like an old man and tried three times before he finally stood up.

What kind of rotten fish and shrimp are my subordinates? Why didn't I realize that you are so useless before? Although Marshal Ferragu knew that something big must have happened, his thoughts couldn't help but drift in this direction. He now missed the time when he was still a leader on the Fuxi. Although that period was not long, and even he, as a leader, always had a bit of the flavor of a mascot, it still made him unforgettable for life.

As long as you are not a bad person by nature, you will always hope that your colleagues are capable, professional and capable elites!

  So, where have the elites of the Community Space Fleet gone?

The answer is simple, most of them were given away in the Ring of Miracles, and the rest were in the Outer Ring War Zone and the Fortress of Sai.

"Calm down, Colonel. No matter what kind of bad news it is, I can accept it." Marshal Ferragu decided not to put too much pressure on his men.

"Marshal, Lieutenant General Sheul from Xinya has not taken any action."

This time it was the marshal himself who was trembling. He picked up his red pencil tremblingly, but before he could throw it on the table, he saw the other party say: "Also, just now... the Angel of the Dawn arrived in Chelo. Chelo Fortress has been disarmed."

Angel of Dawn? King Brunhildt of Suluka has arrived? Claire suddenly stood up.

"Colonel, I hope you understand what you are saying?" the chief of staff shouted.

"The Imperial Army has occupied the Chelo Fortress!" The operations staff raised his voice in despair.

Marshal Ferragu and the other officers on the Pegasus no longer knew what expressions they could make, and they couldn't even make any other sounds.

By the time Claire Belmont noticed something was wrong, he was shocked to find that Marshal Ferragu was already holding his chest, his eyes were staring straight ahead, and he was breathing out more than he was breathing in.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

If you think about it carefully, Marshal Ferragu's body shape, lifestyle and eating habits show that he has many chronic diseases, and he could have a total outbreak at any time due to some stimulation.

Fortunately, after a lot of trouble, Marshal Ferragu's life was finally saved, but he needed to wear a respirator to breathe for a while.

As for Claire Belmont, he was also in great turmoil. How did the Imperial Fleet get here? They were still confronting the main force of the Circe Royal Fleet in the Xuantuo Star System, but here they had already captured Kato and Chelo?

  This is not scientific! It's not psychic at all! How on earth did they do it?

"General Belmonte, what should we do now?" the chief of staff asked hesitantly. He didn't look like a senior officer responsible for formulating and promoting combat plans at all. He looked more like an old accountant who was at a loss after knowing that the company's capital chain was about to be cut off.

Should you ask me about this? Claire was a little shocked. He then realized that his work experience was also very complicated, but fighting in a war was not professional at all!

Even so, Claire still looked nonchalant and said loudly, "Of course we have to rush to New Asia to fight. Also, you'd better urge Vice Admiral Sheul's fleet to send troops to Chelo immediately. Now is the right time to send troops. Moreover, the Imperial Army should still be unstable at this time. If we launch an attack now, we may be able to drive the Imperial Army away."

"..."

"But, you can't do it, right?"

"I can't do it...right. Chelo already has a Titan." The Chief of Staff muttered like a gambler who bought three houses in the stock market: "They already have a Titan, that's the Angel of Dawn! What else can we do? How did they do it?"

Yes! How did they do it? As soon as Claire thought about this question, he felt cold and couldn't help but bow down to his old friend.

How did he manage to fight for a year and still be invincible in the face of such an enemy?

Krel put aside his wild thoughts and opened the terminal. He urgently needed to understand the current situation. Although the Circe Capital and the Chelo Fortress were occupied, their armies were still there, and they still had a blood feud with the Empire. Maybe there was still room for rescue.

But in fact, the real situation is much more serious than everyone on the Pegasus imagined.

At the same time, above Katun, the capital of the Circe Kingdom, the warships of the Thirteen Empires had entered the planet's atmosphere and were hovering above the city.

The Circassians are a race that likes humid environments, and their cities are often built in shallow waters and lakeside swamps. Their solid, sturdy, yet slightly heavy bodies mean that they don't like tall buildings.

Such a city is bound to be very large in area.

  However, the giant ship of the Galactic Empire fell into the atmosphere, and the shadow of the ship, like a savage devil, covered all the urban areas around the palace.

The citizens of Circassia huddled in their low, sturdy, square houses, shivering.

But in fact, compared with the Circe Royal Fleet stationed in and around Katun, the mere thirteen imperial warships are nothing, even if one of them is the Barbarossa class, which is known as the most perfect and fearless.

At this time, the Circe Royal Fleet had indeed surrounded Katun's near-Earth orbit. Once they pointed their cannons at the Imperial Fleet at close range, the enemy would have no chance at all.

However, these royal fleets did not dare to act rashly, and did not even dare to open the gun ports.

In the capital of Katun, 10000 elite armored grenadiers were dropped from the Barbarossa. It took them less than an hour to defeat the capital's defenders, whose numbers and combat effectiveness were very limited, and easily controlled all the key departments.

Countess Giafil Ramute, wearing a scarlet emblem, stood in the square of the palace with her spear in hand.

Behind her, the armored grenadiers with live ammunition had lowered the Circassian flag and raised the imperial flag. The high-ranking officials of the Circassian Kingdom who had been escorted to the square were so sad when they saw this scene.

"This is invasion! This is a shameless invasion without declaration of war! You will be torn to pieces by all the just forces in the universe!" King Helang of Cherke roared madly at the commander of the Imperial Army.

He knew that he was just being furious, but there was nothing he could do except this.