Him and their stars.

Chapter 1715 I have the empire, you only have you

King Brunhild of Suliuca, as if he was in the "history" he was in, personally stood in the navigator's seat and began the most dangerous voyage of the Angel of Dawn since its construction.

Yes, for the crew who didn't know the truth, such a huge ship would inevitably encounter various unknown cosmic dangers when shuttling through the dotted lines of the star map. If they were not careful, the ship would be destroyed and people would die. This was much more dangerous than the one hour and twenty-two minutes of the Miracle Ring.

After all, the potential danger of outnumbering the enemy is obvious. Soldiers only need to eliminate the enemies in front of them, around them and behind them, but there are many things to consider when walking on the "dotted line".

Speaking of which, in the history of the Galactic Empire, more emperors and elects died in shipwrecks than on battlefields.

Brunhildt remained calm and even wanted to laugh.

Compared to that period of "history" when I was at the center of the Milky Way, playing hide-and-seek with the remnants of the army and the looters was much easier. She said to herself. Moreover, no one had thought, not even herself, that the star map data obtained in that period of "history" could be used in reality, right?

Thus, two hours before the Barbarossa successfully launched a surprise attack on Katun, the Angel of Dawn had already arrived at the Chero system unscathed.

The unknown cosmic radiation, gravitational pull of giant stars, and bursting stellar rays she encountered along the way did not even penetrate the shield. By the time the Angel of Dawn arrived at the Cherro system, the shield's battery power had even returned to full.

The soldiers on the ship felt like they were traveling with the goddess. Their morale was high, and they even took on the spirit of religious martyrs. They all felt that even if they died fighting for Her Highness Brunhild, they would definitely be able to ascend to the immortal world and enter Valhalla.

Although attacking a fortress with a ship was crazy, everyone believed that Her Royal Highness Prince Su was the agent of miracles, the queen who made the impossible possible.

Moreover, although they only had one ship, it was a Titan after all, with an entire elite Imperial Armored Grenadier Division, twelve Celestial Knights, and six dragons on board. All of them were intact and well-rested.

And the fact proved that the intelligence was correct. The scale of the Cherro Fortress, which was no less than that of Sayde (before its expansion), was only guarded by 2,000 people, without any heavy weapons, and most of them were civilians.

As for those fortress cannons and shields that consume huge amounts of energy and involve numerous scenes, they had long been shut down due to cost issues, and now it was too late to even warm them up if they were turned on.

As a result, the Circassians laid down their arms and surrendered without any systematic resistance.

Facts have proved that although they are anti-imperialist, they are not as tough as advertised.

It was 5:2 AM, galactic standard time, on May 4. When the Angel of Dawn captured Cherro, it did not kill all the civilian ships nearby.

They all knew that this little bit of news would soon spread to the other side of the community.

This is what Ostana called a security risk, and it is also the place where this surprise attack is most likely to fail.

Ostana further added: "We only have one Dawn Angel here. But New Atlantis across the way has already gathered most of the main forces of the Community's solar system fleet. They set out at the end of March and gathered all the warships that the Earthlings can currently mobilize. In April, they gathered another batch."

"It sounds like it's not easy. We should pay great respect to their National Defense Committee for their hard work." Brunhild smiled and said, "However, this so-called Solar System Fleet? Isn't that the Earthlings' First Fleet, the main force of the New World Expedition Fleet?"

"Yes. This is after the reconstruction."

"It's really interesting. Can a fleet be reborn after being completely wiped out?" Brunhild asked with interest.

"This... the specific number should be different. The name of the Solar System Fleet is very important to the people of Earth."

"So it's the mob that just got reorganized?"

"...Although your words may seem to underestimate the enemy, it is true. The fleet is composed of a group of old warships and the guard fleets of major star regions. The quality of the personnel can only be said to be barely adequate. The commander is Lieutenant General Hurd Scheuer." Ostana briefly introduced: "The second batch of reinforcements that arrived later posed a greater threat. There are two newly built Yinglongs in the fleet. The commander is Marshal Paul Ferragu himself."

"It is indeed a mob that has just been reorganized. However, if they are wiped out again, the blow to the morale of the people on Earth will be far beyond the level that a mob can cause."

We only have one ship now, even if it's a Titan, it's too arrogant to fight one against a hundred. And our nearest reinforcements must come from Katun City. Even at the speed of the Clear Sky and the Barbarossa, it will take ten days.

What's more, they are now too busy to do anything.

Ostana felt that Brunhilde should be aware of the above issues, and it would seem deliberate if she reminded her again.

The chief of staff decided to change her words: "It will take at least twelve hours to warm up the shield and main guns of this fortress. During this period, if the Community Fleet launches an attack on us and seizes the fortress, the chances of a successful landing are still very high. We need to inform everyone to prepare for the battle for the fortress."

Brunhilde nodded, but still looked unconvinced: "Notify the troops stationed in the fortress to prepare and familiarize themselves with the Alliance's fortress armed system as soon as possible."

In addition to the original crew and marines, the Angel of Dawn also carried 30,000 professional fortress garrisons and a large number of technical troops. The Titan was a universal warship and had such troop transport space.

Brunhildr was indeed deliberate and had really not considered the possibility of failure.

The proud Dragon King once again looked out the porthole, gazing at the deep starry sky in the distance: "I really hope that they will attack us now, but the possibility is not great... If they were so decisive, they should have reacted an hour ago. Haha, being forced to fight alongside such insects, it must be very hard for you, right?"

The chief of staff didn't say anything.

Of course, she knew when her master was asking questions and when he was talking to himself, and she also knew when she should talk and when she should remain silent.

"Ostana." Brunhildt's voice suddenly became solemn.

"My subordinate is here!"

"Order the fleet on standby in the Xuantuo system to ignore the actions of the Circassians and take action immediately! Tell them that the main route is clear. I want to see my fleet at Fort Chelo before May 5th."

"...Some of the heavier ships may be left behind."

"Let Wolfna and Nelhana decide for themselves." "Understood!"

Brunhild watched her chief of staff leave the command room in a hurry, and then looked at the wall on her right. There, her adjutant and staff were busy at the operating table. A huge holographic star map had been unfolded like a scroll, with twinkling stars and magnificent and vastness.

King Suliuka's sight moved from the Chelo Fortress where he was, along the New Atlantis all the way to the Terra star region, and then drifted to the South Gate of Heaven that was shining with bright light.

Her gaze stayed on it for half a minute, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Then, Queen Brunhild's gaze continued to move, sweeping across the outer ring star region, across Xinshuntian and Lumina, and finally stopped at the center of the Far Shore Nebula.

A hint of heartache and fighting spirit flashed across that gorgeous face full of divine sculptural beauty.

  She whispered to herself:

"All right. Now tell me, dear, what else can you do?"

"Behind me is the entire empire, but behind you is only yourself."

"If you disagree, prove it to me. Just like in that 'history'."

……

On May 5 of the Common Calendar, 2:10 a.m. local time in Xinyumen, the Governorate of the New World.

In a field market somewhere 4000 kilometers away from Tulong, a researcher from the Community's Ministry of Agriculture, a young man named Luo Ming, was sitting in an off-road vehicle with his Earthling assistant and Sand People driver. They stopped at the edge of the market square and watched the activities in the square curiously.

Ever since the news of the impending arrival of the Imperial Fleet spread throughout New Yumen, the entire planet has been bustling with activity, and today was no exception. From the morning on, all the major Sand People tribes and city-states within a thousand miles gathered at the market to begin a grand sacrificial ceremony.

It is said that they will hold various activities starting from yesterday, such as bonfire war dance, killing animals to offer sacrifice to the heaven, javelin throwing competition, etc., which are all the traditional war sacrifice processes of the Sand People. They are not only very ceremonial, but also very entertaining, and are deeply loved by everyone.

...By the way, the javelin throwing competition has been changed to a rifle shooting competition, which is in keeping with the times.

Luo Ming arrived a day late, and when he arrived, most of the performances had already ended. Now he could only enjoy the chorus of the Sand People. He only saw a chorus of more than 300 Sand People of different ages and scale armor colors, singing loudly in the center of the square.

Their singing is loud and clear, but with little variation and ups and downs, and sounds like a night symphony of insects. This is because the vocal cords of the Sand People are difficult to produce clear and high notes like humans. Compared with the Twi'leks and Eredar elves, who are natural singers with well-developed vocal cords, they are even worse.

However, as long as you accept this setting, you will find their singing very touching.

Luo Ming said to his driver, "I did some research when I came here. This seems to be a hymn that the locals sing to the gods of the river and the earth. Only nobles with red scales or white scales or above are qualified to sing it."

His driver was a Sand People, who also served as a bodyguard and guide. He had green scales and belonged to a family of generations of warriors (cannons) (grays) in the past Sand People city-states and tribes. He had a little social status, but not much.

The sand dweller named Dai Jia glanced at the choir. In addition to the "noble" black, red and white, there were also many "mud-legged" colors such as green, yellow, green, gray and brown. At first glance, they looked like colorful lanterns.

Dai Jia answered frankly: "We are all mud legs digging in the sand and eating insects, and you still have to distinguish between high and low. It's too ugly. It's all about the gods in this era."

"You're right, it's already the era of the gods." Luo Ming nodded slightly.

In the square, the Sand People sang for the upcoming war. The people around the square were silent, listening and praying silently. However, outside the market, the sharp and loud singing mixed with the roar of the swift dragon, the clang of the mecha, and the roar of the vehicles, playing a strange but moving piece of music.

Luo Ming did some homework before coming to Xinyumen. He remembered that in the worldview of the Sand People, the God of Rivers and the God of Earth represented life and fertile soil respectively, while the sky represented evil, replacing the ecological niche of "hell" in the classical mythology of many races. The God of Heaven was basically equivalent to the Great Devil, and adding "God of Heaven" to the words was equivalent to cursing, and even had a bit of religious curse meaning.

This is probably because the Sand People like to plant sweet potatoes and white worms in piled-up sand piles, and also because they liked to live underground in primitive times.

Of course, it has more to do with their natural enemies before the birth of civilization, the bat dragons and the more powerful gravel dragons, who always descended from the sky to capture the young and strong.

  It's really interesting. The people on Earth came from the sky, and this time, the Empire will also come from the sky. Luo Ming thought. How big is the difference between us and the Empire devils?

At this time, his driver Dai Jia also began to translate the song for him:

"Gentle Holy River Faun, source of mercy, protect your son from the fierce battle, stop the arrows, and resist the sword. Strong Mother, hope of courage, help your daughter to avoid suffering, destroy evil, and tame chaos. The red star teaches us to be tolerant of each other. Sons and daughters of the sea of ​​sand, unite and we will live forever in the flames."

"…Are you kidding me? Is this the original word?"

"At least the first half of the lyrics are the original ones." Dai Jia grinned and laughed: "A lot of words were added to the end of the lyrics, but everyone still likes it."

Those who don't like it must be embarrassed, right? Luo Ming laughed maliciously.

The Sandmin driver let out another heavy breath: "So I don't understand, it's obviously this era, but the Empire still has so many noble masters. From this point of view, it seems that the Empire is no more advanced than us barbarians."

He continued to ramble on: "My former master died, and everyone's life has become better. Director Luo, isn't it important to not have a master?"

The situation here is very complicated. In fact, even in the community and the alliance, there are masters who are born noble. Luo Ming didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Fortunately, the other party did not want to answer. At this time, the chorus had ended. The "singers" from all walks of life and all groups dispersed with laughter, which was quite relaxed, without the solemnity and rigidity of religious ceremony at all.

The Sand People driver shouted loudly to the old Sand People who were leading the group. "Father Maolin, Father Maolin!"

The old Sandman, who was even more burly than the ordinary Sandman, strode over. He had a very civilian brown scale armor, and was slightly hunched, but still huge and strong. He was two and a half meters tall when he walked alone. Luo Ming felt like he was seeing a dinosaur coming to life.

"Your..." Luo Ming was about to speak when he was interrupted by Sha Min.

"I know you, Special Envoy Director Luo, right? Hahahaha, in the past year, you've been wandering around the vast plains here. Herdsmen from all over the country must be racing with your car on their lizards."

The old sand dweller named Mao Lin laughed heartily and hoarsely, and stretched out three fingers that were almost as thick as a flashlight. "I have already made an agreement with everyone. The twenty tribes on the Nanqi Plain have prepared thirty thousand strong men, all of whom are good guys who have fought against swarms of lizards, gravel dragons, and sandworms. They will be assembled here tomorrow."