Him and their stars.

Chapter 2019 We Must Take the Initiative to Attack

In the current context of widespread warfare, the name "Unity" fortress is naturally a ridiculous and laughable joke.

However, to be fair, the Tyrellians have always been quite thick-skinned in this regard. They don't mind expressing their magnanimity in this way at all, and they even retain the original names of the planets they have conquered.

However, in this context, keeping this name is really too suggestive.

After all, the entire Blue Star community is gone, isn't it?

"Brigadier General Bonaparte and Colonel Wayne have already met with Commander Yu Lian through the Gate of Glory. If nothing unexpected happens, the Empire will definitely try to strengthen the combat capabilities of the New World Highway and the Dawn Route. Apart from the New Divine Continent, the entire Community has fallen, and the Empire has troops that it can freely mobilize."

Akinayama Hachiman was essentially echoing Major General Tove's words. His meaning was simple: achieving a breakthrough in the Dawn Starfield indeed required careful planning.

"...So, what we need to do is hold firm and wait for the right time?"

"Although the new China is small in size, it has great potential."

"Commander Yu is attacking the Heavenly Realm. How should we coordinate? How should we defend the New Divine Land?"

"Yes! We must protect the New Divine Land well. This is the base that Commander Yu left us. No matter what the future holds, as long as we control the New Divine Land, he will be invincible."

"He will definitely return safely!" he said in a deep voice.

In short, it's clear that everyone seems very loyal!
Yang Xiyi had no doubt that if it weren't for the geographical issues, and if Yu Lian hadn't lost contact, everyone would have followed their Commander Yu to attack Tianyu without hesitation if given a single call.

However, Yang Xiyi still felt that the atmosphere at the scene was somewhat subtle. He couldn't help but think of the email he had received last week from Marshal Norm Parris of New Chang'an.

"Although Earth has fallen, I am not worried about the future of the war. Earth and Terra are a cage, and you have all broken free from its shackles, and from now on you will have a bright future. The Empire has occupied Earth, but objectively speaking, it has only helped me sweep away the garbage. It has swept away the garbage for Mr. Qi, for Jessica, and for the Pioneer Party. At the same time, it has also swept away the garbage for Yu Lian."

"He will win the war, that's the old soldier's prophecy! I used to just guess, but after he breached the Gate of Glory, I became convinced."

"I don't know how he'll do it, but he'll definitely succeed!"

"He will surely achieve even greater feats than we, the remnants of the Community era! As long as he lives, he will not repeat our mistakes."

"So, what happens after the war is won? What will become of the community? And what will become of humanity?"

This is a letter that Marshal Norm Parris sent to Yang Xiyi on January 5, 835. He only sent it to Yang Xiyi.

Armored grenadiers, armed to the teeth, leaped from assault vehicles, accompanied by combat robots bursting out of the drill bit's crack.
Twenty-four hours later, the imperial army's iron hooves trampled down the underground fortress where he was hiding.

The underground assault vehicle, equipped with a giant molten drill bit, ruthlessly tore through layers of reinforced concrete and thick armor, finally breaking into the huge hemispherical underground chamber.

The moment the bulkhead burst open, armored grenadiers surged out of the assault vehicles like a torrent of iron. Simultaneously, tens of thousands of combat robots, like a frenzied swarm of metal rats, erupted from the jagged cracks torn open by the drill, instantly unleashing a ferocious wave of attack!
That's the sixth tactical robot in the BlueFocus combat robot series, known as the "Terror Rat" because of its movement characteristics and attack methods.

These new weapons, which the community was so proud of, were finally being used on the bodies of the community's soldiers.

However, this was bound to happen sooner or later. On the very day of its successful invasion, the Empire had perfectly taken over almost all of Earth's high-quality military industrial enterprises and research departments. All those who could escape had already fled to the New Divine Land with the Human Alliance, while those who failed to escape were probably already prepared to become part of the Empire.

This certainly includes BlueFocus.

Of course, it's said that BlueFocus has ties to the Alliance, but that's not important. Or perhaps that's precisely why the Imperial Army is even more excited.

Also produced by BlueFocus, the automated fire support aircraft stood like an unyielding giant in the square, welcoming its "kind" and the invading Imperial grenadiers with a barrage of firepower.

This was the last image Yang Xiyi obtained from the garrison of the new Chang'an.

However, as we all know, the outcome of the war was already decided the moment the Imperial Army entered the underground fortress.

The tragic scene was merely the veteran's final cry.

The defenders of the new Chang'an, a makeshift force mainly composed of garrison troops, armed police, and militia, put up a resolute resistance. Ultimately, 5000 were killed in action, and 3000 were captured.

The last organized and large-scale resistance force in Xin Chang'an was also annihilated.

Of course, a small number of soldiers managed to break through the encirclement. They then sent news of Marshal Norm Parris's death to Yang Xiyi.

This nearly 100-year-old veteran ultimately perished under a stray bullet.

The loyal guards successfully broke through the encirclement with his body, cremated him, and buried him on a hillside. They noted the location, planted edelweiss flowers, but dared not build a grave or erect a monument.

They then sent the devastating news only to Yang Xiyi. This was actually Marshal Parris's last wish.

Yang Xiyi did not make this devastating news public. In the past few months, the Imperial Army had already announced that it had "killed" Marshal Parris at least ten times, so there was no need to continue this "boy who cried wolf" story.

"...I never thought that I, Yang Xiyi, would start playing the trick of keeping my death a secret!"

Although Yang Xiyi felt somewhat strained, the deceased were gone, but the lives and dreams of the living must continue. The living's responsibility for the future of this universe must also continue.

Looking at the loyal senior officers, he fully understood the old marshal's biggest concern before his death. In fact, this was also his biggest concern.

Yang Xiyi glanced at everyone and then frankly expressed his apology: "This is my mistake. I chose an overly conservative strategy. I was always thinking about preserving these precious warships as much as possible, and in terms of combat, I mainly used guerrilla tactics. As long as I could achieve a little tactical victory and deliver some supplies to the Miracle Ring and Yaochi, I would be very satisfied. In this process, because I dared not take any risks, I was never able to deliver a strategic blow to the enemy, nor could I fundamentally reverse the situation in the Dawn Starfield and the New World."

Everyone was naturally very uncomfortable with it. To be fair, in terms of win rate and preservation of his own forces, he was even far superior to that invincible "Dragon of Dawn".

When a contemporary star like him puts himself in self-criticism here, everyone feels that he is mocking himself.

Fortunately, he was very frank: "It was my fault for giving the Empire time to make its plans. Now, the New World offers us less and less room to maneuver."

Chief of Staff Mkawa straightened his collar with a slight urgency: "Your words make us feel ashamed. Given the situation in the New World, none of us could have done better than you. Not even..."

He genuinely felt that even if his all-powerful superior were here, he might not necessarily be better than Yang Xiyi.

"Now you are the supreme commander of the New Shenzhou Fleet. No matter what the order is, we will carry it out without question!" Chief of Staff Mukawa said. Yang Xiyi looked at the old chief of staff gratefully: "At this point, we can no longer ignore the possibility that the Empire will discover Babel. Our precious fleet is our greatest asset in protecting the New Shenzhou base."

Akinayama Hachiman pushed up his glasses: "So, we're going to start a sit-in standoff with the Empire?"

"No, when the Galactic Empire began to switch from offense to defense, it was our turn to switch from defense to offense?"

Mkawa and Tovey, the two veterans, exchanged glances. The latter said with great interest, "So, from the New World..."

By the way, it seems like he just said half a minute ago that there was a possibility that the Tower of Babel could be discovered by the Empire, right?
"No, via the mountain and sea routes."

Speaking of which, it seems like he said just three minutes ago that because of geographical issues, the empire can't get in and we can't get out, right?

Akinayama Hachiman pushed up his glasses again, letting the reflection behind the lenses obscure his excited gaze. He was a member of the 830 Party, and deep down, he was an anti-establishment element who thrived on chaos.

However, as a strategist whose character is that of a wise general, Akinayama Hachiman still put on a calm and composed tone and solemnly asked, "So, when should we begin the counterattack?"

"Wait a moment." Yang Xiyi replied in a calmer tone, "Don't worry, it won't be long."

Akinayama Hachiman looked at the other person in disbelief, even forgetting to adjust his glasses. He only knew that Yu Lian was a riddle-maker, but he didn't expect that Yang Xiyi had also picked up this habit.

He paused for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "So, sir, what is our reason for launching a counterattack?"

He was actually being a bit impolite, but he was, after all, Yang Xiyi's long-time subordinate. There were some things that others couldn't say, but he could certainly speak up about.

Yang Xiyi glanced at the other party and said slowly, "To distract the Imperial Army's actions and create opportunities for our comrades."

"Commander Yu?" Akinayama Hachiman couldn't help but sigh, realizing that he could now address that person as "Commander" so smoothly, and genuinely expect him to do everything without any complaints.

“It could be Commander Yu Lian, or any comrade still fighting.” Yang Xiyi smiled slightly, his voice carrying a peculiar sense of inclusiveness. He still seemed to have everything under control, as if everything in this war, all the changes in this universe, were on a stage he controlled.

"The only thing I'm sure of is that doing something is better than doing nothing."

If I could hone my skills for another three to five years and be able to act this smoothly, that would be wonderful. — Hachiman Akina

……

"The only thing I'm sure of is that if we don't find a place to repair the ship soon, the hull will break apart after seven or eight jumps," Colonel Chester Rozes, who was temporarily acting as captain, said solemnly.

Of course, given his very calm expression, it was more like he was stating a fact.

Claire Belmont, who was acting as the navigator, patted his chest and said, "I'll do my best. If we can get past the red giant ahead this time, we can reach the Dalts system and maybe get supplies and repairs."

"Oh?" Rose looked at the other person intently, waiting for an explanation.

"The leader of the Deter gang, a warlord in the Deter system, has four children, all of whom are studying in the Alliance. His eldest son is studying fashion design at Chambord University, and I even wrote his recommendation letter."

"That's wonderful," Rose said admiringly. "It feels like most of the high-ranking members of the gangs, cults, and warlords in the Femor Nebula are your country's puppets!"

"The other half are the gloves of the Empire, many of which are still retainers of some lord... well, I'd like to say that, but in a country as vast as Femor, there are actually quite a few independent forces." Krell explained seriously, "If the world situation in the future can be a little more peaceful, perhaps a new type of nation can be born in the chaotic Femor. In this regard, the Alliance will definitely stand on the side of the righteous and free people, and I hope the Community will too."

Even at this point, he did not forget his diplomatic mission as a special envoy of the Alliance.

Thus, Rozes could not help but show respect, but said aloud, "The community no longer exists. Even if it were to be reborn, it would be impossible to define what it would be."

Even someone as composed as him couldn't help but let a hint of uncertainty about the future slip into his voice at this point.

The other party paused for a moment, then revealed a look of joy: "This is good news. Captain Rozes. This is good news."

"Is it good for Earth, or good for the Alliance?"

“At least, it’s the best thing for him, and for you all!” Krell grinned, his frivolous expression masking a deeper meaning.

Roses sighed: "Indeed, you are not on his side."

“Your words are truly hurtful. Whether we share the same path or not is a philosophical question, not a political one.” Belmont glanced at the other person, then lowered his eyelids again.

The alarm blared, interrupting their conversation. Although not as urgent or piercing as an enemy attack, it was enough to draw everyone's attention.

Immediately afterwards, the bridge began to sway slightly. The two seemed to hear the Titan emitting a painful, groaning sound that made the metal seem to twist and creak.

This is the chaotic gravity from the main body of this galaxy.

Under the oppressive force of nature in the sky, this steel behemoth, symbolizing the supreme power of war, was like a pitiful duckweed, helplessly swaying in the turbulent waves of this chaotic sea.

The once indestructible energy shield only occasionally flickered with ripples of force field light, like the weak breath exhaled by a dying person.

Under the pull of gravity, the wounds on the ship's armor even cracked open again, flashing with a chilling light.

On the bridge, the interim captain and navigator had already seen the source of gravity on the projection—a massive red giant churning in the core of this galactic space. It was like a huge, constantly churning wound in the universe.

This is a red giant star system without an official name somewhere in the Femo Nebula. The Imperial's original Herald of Nature, the new Independence Titan, has arrived in this most chaotic part of the universe.

Of course, the chaos in the Femo Nebula reflects the complex web of political power and the difficulty of governance, rather than the severity of the stellar conditions. In fact, this vast nebula is not only not bad, but is even quite prosperous within the galactic context.

After all, it was the birthplace of the once-powerful Ero Empire.

As for why the Independence was forced to drag its battered and clumsy body to the side of this red giant, one can only say that the test of war is objective and materialistic; it will always come from a completely unexpected direction, dealing a heavy blow to your back and knees.

(End of this chapter)