Him and their stars.

Chapter 1759: In short, it's another ram

In short, the imperial army in the direction of Nantianmen was indeed using the legendary "battery ram tactics of the cosmic age."

As early as half a year ago, they had gathered a large number of engineering units at Dawn Pass, of course, in preparation for rebuilding a fortress; after all, in such an important place as Jiatong, a fortress has always been indispensable.

In addition, we will see if we can repair the unity plug.

But it turns out that this ancient space city that has been passed down from billions of years ago has been integrated with the outer asteroid structure used for camouflage, and has completely turned into an irregular giant lump with a diameter of more than 30 kilometers and a mass of more than trillion tons, made up of various superalloy materials.

Of course it is impossible to recover, even if you spend several lifetimes.

You know, this is a super giant fortress that can accommodate 20 to 30 million citizens to live comfortably inside, and can station thousands of warships and 2 to 3 million soldiers without seeming crowded!
Even from the appearance, its overall scale is more than four times that of the largest Skyfort in the Empire and the Alliance.

It is really difficult for the scientists of the Empire to imagine what kind of power could compress this great creation of the Age of Enlightenment into this state.

So, since it cannot be restored, can we consider reusing it?

Although this solid lump of iron swallowed up the lives of hundreds of thousands of imperial soldiers and an electoral king, it is a cosmic tomb as well as a natural monument.

However, this is also very likely the hardest lump of iron discovered in the entire known universe.

Even with the technological strength of the Galactic Empire and the means of alchemy, it is impossible to produce a material that is this large, this hard, and this seamlessly integrated.

The Tirui people are of course a people who value tradition and history, but they are also pragmatists who rule half of the universe. All glorious traditions, natural treasures, and memorials full of rituals must give way to practical significance.

Marshal Farrell looked at the huge, twisted iron lump and thought of the "Hell Puppet Master" of the Community at the end of the Devil's Throat Battle. At that time, Lieutenant General Yang Xiyi was still called the "Battlefield Magician" by his own side.

When the coalition forces suffered heavy losses under the solid walls of the Devil's Throat, he developed a bizarre tactic that amazed everyone. He used the huge insect shells left behind by the dead Leviathan to launch a fierce ramming attack on the fortress.

The Imperial Marshal understood what he should do.

Afterwards, the engineers of the Galactic Empire spent more than ten times the usual time and suffered more than thirty times the loss, and even used mystical means, before finally digging out an elliptical part nearly 10,000 meters long from this twisted iron lump. From the appearance, it looks like an oversized artillery shell with amazing power. If it is called a "ram", it must be the most powerful ram in the universe.

Afterwards, the Imperial Fleet pulled the "space ram" that they had spent many years of hard work to build all the way to the South Gate of Heaven.

Marshal Bonaparte's decision to withdraw all the fleets to the Gibraltar Fortress was not a mistake from a purely tactical perspective, but a trade-off. However, objectively speaking, they did give the entire depth of the New World to the Imperial Army, and naturally they had no idea that the enemy would drag such a discordant giant while marching.

Of course, it was even more impossible for Xinyumen to have an early warning, as this "space ram" did not take their route at all. Of course, even if it did, they would not be able to observe anything. As soon as the Empire's outpost fleet arrived at Xinyumen, it fired thousands of cannons to destroy almost all the gravitational wave transmitters, star telescopes, and deep space probes that could be found in the Xinyumen galaxy, directly sending the planet back to the pre-interstellar era.

Of course, the ore refinery and orbital shipyard above Xin Yumen were completely destroyed by the time bombs set up in advance by the workers, so at least the most valuable spoils were not left to the Imperials.

This small shipyard existed for only one year and four months, but it provided the community's military and civilians with three destroyers, six intra-galactic guard gunboats, and eighty-two torpedo ships.

It was a short but brilliant life.

The Imperial Army was not planning to raze Tulon to the ground. After completing a round of deterrent bombing to ensure that there was no systematic anti-aircraft firepower in the city, the Imperial Army began to launch a landing operation, followed by a fierce exchange of fire.

Of course, this was just a way of saving face. The truth was that one hour after the Imperial Army landed, Tulong, the largest city in New Yumen and the seat of the Governor's Office, was completely captured.

Two hours later, the Toulon Arsenal and Toulon Machinery Factory were occupied.

Within three hours, all the public notices were posted in Tulong City. In the live video broadcast to the entire planet, the newly appointed Governor of Xinyumen, a major general of the Imperial Army who was born into a noble family, appeared in front of the camera with a graceful smile, and the representative of Tulong citizens, a wealthy businessman from Earth.

They shook hands, hugged each other, and talked and laughed, as if the history of the planet had entered a new chapter, a new chapter governed by the glorious, correct and great Galactic Empire.

The above information was sent by the Imperial Army. As for the current real situation of New Yumen, the Earth side knows nothing about it.

Of course, for the overall situation of Nantianmen, whether it was an occupation or a security battle, Xinyumen was just a small episode that was almost negligible. In the grand movement of the entire war, it was not even a note.

What is really worth paying attention to is still the offensive at Nantianmen.

On May 834, 5, the Outer Fleet's reconnaissance ships finally found the main force of the Imperial Army and the Vulcan Airan in the Lamp 13 system on the New World Highway. At the same time, they also found a strange-looking "flying machine" in the enemy fleet, and quickly sent a warning to the rear headquarters.

But by this time, it was too late.

On May 5, before 15:12 galactic standard time, the main forces of the Imperial Fleet responsible for attacking the South Gate of Heaven had all arrived at Gibraltar Alpha. The two sides began to confront each other across this huge star gate.

In terms of physical distance, they were still two million light years apart, but in terms of space, they were very close.

The few guard ships remaining in the Alpha system seemed to be preparing to tentatively attack this strange "unidentified flying vehicle", but faced with the enemy's absolute superiority in manpower and firepower, they had no chance and were forced to give up escaping. Perhaps they received an order from Marshal Bonaparte and retreated to the Star Gate.

Afterwards, the experienced Imperial Army engineers took only half an hour to debug the twelve high-power sub-light-speed engines for transport ships on the "ram" and install automatic controllers.

Additionally, the engines have safety controls that are manned by members of the Imperial Death Squad.

Their task was to switch to manual operation after the automatic device went out of control, so that the ram could get back on track at the critical moment. Of course, in this way, the operators were almost certain to die.

However, Marshal Farrell could assure the Spirit of the Universe and the previous emperors of the Empire that he really did not force his soldiers to die. The glorious Imperial Army has never lacked those who volunteered to die bravely.

There were a total of 20 members in this group of death squads, divided into five cockpits, and they all had full control over the flight trajectory of the "ramming vehicle". Among the personnel, half were human and half were alien, all of them were from the citizen and honorary civilian classes, and there were even three sons of hereditary noble families.

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

Not a single slave soldier.

In the eyes of the officers and soldiers of the imperial army, this kind of glorious and death-defying mission would be what is called the first to ascend the ladder in ancient times. Regardless of life or death, it would bring great honor. How could it be something that a group of talking animals could interfere with?

Marshal Farrell told everyone that regardless of whether the battle was successful or not, whether they could survive, and regardless of their race, the class attributes of the entire family of the suicide squad members could climb towards the top of the pyramid. In the hierarchical Galactic Empire, this was a price that was enough to buy one's life.

As for the three sons of noble families, one of them was even the youngest son of a hereditary earl. They had no inheritance rights, and the end of their lives was clear at a glance. Basically, they would live a simple and unpretentious life of wealth and freedom as lifelong nobles, and most of their descendants would become citizens within two to three generations.

But now, the opportunity to open a separate page of the family tree is right in front of you!

A big reward will always attract brave men, this is the policy of the lower class; as for the upper class, they will always produce these seemingly not very smart stubborn elements for the illusory sense of honor. The combination of the two is the achievement of the Tirrero people ruling half of the galaxy.

The Imperial Fleet quickly cleared the defensive turrets around the Gibraltar α side of the stargate, clearing the way for the "ram" to charge. Then it added full horsepower and began to charge towards the stargate.

At this time, it was only 12:46. Marshal Ferdinand Bonaparte might not have enough time to call all the staff and senior officials to a meeting.

We must make an objective evaluation here. The response of the Outer Ring Fleet was already very efficient.

Although less than an hour had passed, most of the capital ships were already deployed. It was obvious that after receiving the notification from their own reconnaissance ship two days ago, the Outer Ring Fleet had completely entered an emergency standby state.

The alert warships that had just been withdrawn from the other side of the galaxy, as well as the arsenal ships and frigates with fierce firepower, and the alert gunboats in the galaxy had already started to move. They stopped and deployed their forces only when they were within effective shooting distance of the star gate.

Tens of thousands of guns of various types were pointed at the star that seemed to be made of flowing mercury. Shells were loaded, energy was injected, and the gunners took their positions, concentrating and holding their breath.

Thanks to someone, it was almost a consensus in the universe that the arsenal ships and frigates would be eliminated, but the people on Earth were not rich enough to retire the active warships during the war. At this time, the Outer Ring Fleet still had the largest arsenal fleet and frigate fleet in the entire community.

The reason for this is probably because a certain "Dawn Dragon" extremely hates these bulky ships that cannot run.

However, Marshal Bonaparte, as a pragmatic worker, did not mind at all. He decided to let these warships take charge of the first line of defense. Once the enemy's leading battleships sailed out of the star gate, they would definitely encounter fierce concentrated fire.

The vanguard must be a sturdy battleship, so that it can establish a bridgehead with its own superior firepower; if it is a small or medium-sized warship, it will just be a serving piece.

A qualified imperial general would sacrifice his subordinates without hesitation, but would never make useless sacrifices.

As a well-trained professional soldier, Marshal Bonaparte trusted his own judgment.

He was half right.