Him and their stars.

Chapter 1782 We Are Just Humble Hounds

The Xunli, which had almost caused a tragedy, ignored the more than 300 large and small imperial warships behind it and turned around leisurely, heading towards the starry sky on the other side. The dragon ship that should have belonged to the empire was so majestic and handsome even when it left.

Lieutenant General Midbeshi, who was watching this scene, felt a lingering fear in his heart and his legs were shaking. He felt that he was not a qualified general of the Empire at all, but more like a sheep that escaped from the mouth of an evil dragon and ascended to heaven.

Of course, this is not important anymore. What is important is that he survived and did not follow in the footsteps of his old classmate Karaman. He assured the Spirit of the Universe that one of them was a son of a noble family, and the other was a test-taker from an ordinary citizen family. They were rivals in their school days. But even so, Lieutenant General Midbeshi really didn't want his old classmate whom he had known for thirty years to just disappear like this. As for going down to accompany him, he was even more reluctant to do so.

When the Pilgrimage completely entered the gravity well and disappeared on the other side of the horizon, Vice Admiral Midbeshi finally withdrew his panic-stricken gaze, forced out a dry smile, and ordered his adjutant: "Count the losses immediately."

The adjutant finally recovered from his panic, nodded to the commander, and then staggered away to pass on his order. However, even when he repeated the commander's order, his voice was trembling, and he had not recovered from the shock just now.

However, this cannot be blamed on him. In fact, most of the officers and soldiers on the bridge of the Skull of the Golden Skull were like this.

An hour ago, when the giant dragon was carrying that man across the sky, a spear condensed from a beam of light came whistling, but was blocked by a righteous destroyer, which turned itself into a shield.

It doesn't matter whether this destroyer was truly brave and fearless in serving as a shield for the flagship, or was just unlucky and passively became a meat shield.

The important thing is that they survived, but some died.

The damage report was quickly compiled: in addition to the West Wind 118 destroyer that was used as a human shield, two light cruisers were also sunk. In addition, a heavy cruiser was seriously damaged. Overall, it was still within an acceptable range.

Of course, this is ignoring the damage to the flagship.

"The flagship Skull of the Golden Skull was damaged. The starboard side was hit by antimatter torpedoes, the No. 4 armor belt was completely damaged, and the D4 to D8 compartments were broken."

Vice Admiral Midbeshi first covered his chest with his hands, then touched his throat. He really wanted to sigh, "Is my head here?" However, what made him even more distressed was that the one who had just stabbed his beloved ship with justice was not the anti-ship ultimate move of the "dragon who cannot even be named", but an ordinary and ordinary fighter. This was actually a scene that was even more difficult for the vice admiral to accept.

The battle began at 6:3 a.m. on June 3.

Before the main force of the Imperial Fleet prepared to jump out of the I Earl Star Gorge, their deep space probes also completed the most comprehensive reconnaissance, and it was basically confirmed that the only enemy ship on standby at the entrance of the Star Gorge ahead was the Dragon Ship Patrol.

The soldiers of the imperial army did not feel that they were being looked down upon, nor did they even think that they could outnumber the minority, but they were completely intimidated by this heroic spirit.

Of course, they suspected it was a trap.

After all, the opponent is that person, so it can never be too careful.

However, after all, there is an entire fleet here. If they are really blocked here by a ship of the other side, the bigwigs of the Privy Council of the Heavenly Realm will really be in trouble.

So, after a brief consideration, Vice Admiral Midbech decided to move forward. Of course, it must be in accordance with the tactics arranged in advance, with the main battleship as the vanguard, the main guns preheated in advance, and fighter planes taking off and escort warships deployed to provide cover.

In a word, the key is to be watertight.

The Imperial Fleet sailed out of the Earl's Star Gorge with such a firm and tragic attitude, as if it was about to start a brutal fortress siege.

Of course, Lieutenant General Midbeshi also felt the loss of the entire army, so he encouraged them: "Everyone, hold your heads up! Remember what His Royal Highness the Sand King said? He is still a mortal after all! He can be killed! The switch of the heavy artillery in your hand is the sharp blade that can kill dragons and extraordinary people! Hold it tightly!"

Well, no matter how much you shout, it's really not encouraging, and the details are still somewhat complicated. But no matter what, Lieutenant General Midbeshi has been leading by example, and it has played a certain role in motivation. Maybe...

Therefore, this time, the entire process of the Midbeshi fleet, from jump, to formation deployment, and finally to bombardment, was much more efficient than at any previous moment.

If they had displayed the qualities they have today in all previous battles, Midbeshi might have already become an admiral.

The fierce and surging wave of firepower rippled in the air, forming a burning wall that was far stronger than armor and force field shields, as if it was going to ignite this silent universe.

After all, the enemy only has one person and one ship. Although he is a dragon, how can we deal with him if we treat him as an enemy fortress and concentrate our main gun fire on him?
Then they sadly realized that the combination of Dragon Knights and new fighter planes seemed to work very well.

The giant dragon, which was more agile than any other fighter plane, easily avoided the interception of the main gun in front, swam faster towards the left wing, and immediately launched a charge. After giving two fierce attacks to the light cruiser on the flank, it retreated again to avoid the concentrated fire of the titanium blade fighter plane.

At this time, the Earth fighters with light wings had broken through the blockade of the Titanium Blade fighters and headed straight for the gap caused by the destruction of the cruiser.

They penetrated into the gaps in armor like poisonous needles.

The Empire's battleships were even a little flustered for a while, and had to quickly switch themselves to air defense mode. But even so, they were still rushed to a safe distance by fighters and were struck by lightning. Unfortunately, the flagship and a heavy cruiser were struck by lightning.

Fortunately, they only gave the Earthlings one chance to be struck by lightning. Afterwards, three of the bright red enemy planes were shot down, and the rest were driven away by the dense defensive firepower and the escort fighters that rushed back.

What was even more gratifying was that the Earthman was unable to float next to the battleship like a ghost to launch an attack this time. He was intercepted by his own artillery fire outside a safe gathering, and the "Long Night Meteor" he threw did not hit the target, but only shot down a destroyer that served as a scapegoat.

This may be because the destroyer was very brave, but more importantly, the "dragon who cannot be named" was blocked at a safe distance after all.

See? He's not omnipotent. He never was.

Of course, the Imperial Army could only comfort themselves in this way.

Vice Admiral Midbech calmed down a bit and made a summary with his staff: "So, the experience we have learned is that the firepower is not strong enough. If there is another dreadnought or three or four battlecruisers, we can use the main guns to reduce his assault space, but we must pay attention to the support of the enemy's new fighters. If we double the troops, we will have the possibility of destroying them in one fell swoop, and we can also make the enemy's new fighters that harass and support us return empty-handed."

"It would be even better if we could have the cooperation of our dragon knights."

"But the Empire can't afford to lose the Dragon Ship, right?"

"Then there must be a knight grandfather, right? The official kind of powerful ones. Now the stormtroopers in our fleet are all knights! They don't even dare to take off their protective suits when they are out of space. Are they qualified to be psykers?"

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"Is it true that because there are not many masters in our fleet, we have to be pushed out as scapegoats by the masters?"

"It's so ugly! This is persecution!"

Seeing that the discussion was about to go off track and become increasingly dangerous, Lieutenant General Midbeth quickly spoke up to bring the topic back on track.

"Anyway, let's send today's battle situation to the friendly fleet in the rear. Have them come over quickly to join us. Also, we need to figure out why there is only one Xunlei. Where are the rest of the fleet's main forces?"

"Did they split up their forces?" the chief of staff asked doubtfully.

"Divide the troops? 600 warships and a ship, each leading a different route?" Lieutenant General Midbeshi thought this was unreasonable.

"Is there any problem with this?" The chief of staff felt that there was no problem.

Well, it seems that there is no problem. After all, that person can take on an entire fleet.

The lieutenant general asked casually, "Any news from the Luckner Corridor?"

"The Tosen Fleet is still on hold, determined to wait until the Sobek Fleet joins up with it before continuing on its way. However, the enemy patrol fleet that attacked it earlier has already left."

"Haha, that old man is not giving face to Brother Sobek, he is clearly slapping the Sand King in the face! I haven't heard that he is such a strong-willed type!"

"A rebellion has also broken out in the Grand Duchy of Letalin." The chief of staff said darkly, his tone sounding like he was telling a ghost story.

Another betrayal? Lieutenant General Midbeshi was silent for a few seconds, but then he said, "This is really bad news... But what does this have to do with us?"

"It doesn't matter. We are just ordinary imperial soldiers." said the chief of staff.

"Yes, let's talk about the next action plan. If we want to continue chasing the Reunion, we should at least wait until the other admirals arrive and act together to ensure that there will be no mistakes."

"That's what I mean."

"But, if they really split up their forces as you said, what should we do? If we really gather most of our forces to chase the Relic, what about the main force of the remaining fleet?"

"Maybe they have reached the Lucknar Corridor. The situation of the Tosen Fleet and the Sobek Fleet is awkward." The chief of staff looked like he was enjoying the fun of his friendly forces.

"We are in an awkward situation as well." Lieutenant General Midbeshi was filled with low pressure, and he shrugged with a look of self-abandonment: "But fortunately, we are not the ones who need to be held responsible anyway."

"It's not us. Whether it's planning or decision-making, it has nothing to do with us." The chief of staff echoed: "We are just hounds, waiting for the master's whistle... As for who to hunt, it is not for the hounds to decide."