One Thousand Six Hundred and Sixty-Three Tears

A space battleship of the Alan Hill Empire is using its deceleration propeller to retreat. Its defensive energy is almost exhausted. If it continues to block in front of other battleships, it will be broken through the magic defense barrier.

It's just that because the enemy's attack has no gap at all, the battleship trying to retreat is extremely difficult in the process of giving up its position.

A black ray directly penetrated the thick magic defense barrier in front of the battleship, and then the remaining energy hit the thick steel plate defense belt, leaving jet-black scorching marks on the armor.

The several-meter-thick armor was almost penetrated, and cracks were even left in some places, but the battleship still retreated tenaciously, and finally gave up its position.

Another battleship on board began to use its body to cover its friendly forces, and the gleaming magic defense barrier appeared again, blocking the subsequent black energy rays.

It's a pity that on the other side of the battlefield, another battleship was not so lucky. It exhausted its own energy, and before it had time to retreat, several streaks of black energy pierced through the hull.

Huge scars remained on the same huge and slender hull, and broken steel was scattered around the pierced armor.

That stalwart bridge is exploding at this moment, breaking and collapsing, carrying countless messy debris, and becoming debris in the universe.

The parts on the battleship, the distorted half of the turret, even the broken teacup and the owner's shoes... All of these are declaring to everyone the cruelty of the battlefield.

Because of the leak of oxygen, and the existence of countless energies and propellants, the explosion is still blazing in the universe.

But soon, this tragic explosion became silent because it exhausted everything that could burn around it.

All that remains is lifeless, like a body that has lost its soul, just floating in the universe, mixed in front of the two armies.

Explosions continued, and the collapse and damage of battleships became commonplace. Not only were the warships destroyed one after another on the side of the Alan Hill Empire, but the watchmen also suffered huge losses.

Just a single salvo from the Alan Hill Empire fleet could sink hundreds of warships of the watchmen, but after those warships shattered and exploded, they were immediately knocked away by the follow-up warships.

It was indeed smashed open, and none of the Guardian troops cared about the wreckage of their own warships. Relying on their rough skin and thick shells, they brutally smashed the already shattered hulls.

Then, those shells that were forcibly smashed also began to evaporate gradually, and the edges seemed to be melted.

"The wreckage on the battlefield has begun to increase! It affects our vision and makes scheduling difficult." A staff officer put the report in his hand on the map table and reminded Genesis.

Genesis nodded, and then looked at the liaison officer at the side: "Has the pressure on the flanks been relieved yet?"

"No! The enemy is storming our flanks...or in other words, they are storming all the contact surfaces! Pressure is everywhere, and it's hard to tell where the enemy's main attack is." The liaison officer replied helplessly.

Then, he paused, and continued to say: "Major General Meow has ventured into the enemy's flank formation, but the enemy is still desperately attacking our flank formation, ignoring Major General Meow's containment."

"Do you want to crush me head-on regardless of the cost?" Genesis sneered, and then looked at the holographic map: "How is the counterattack of Zaku's troops?"

"The counterattack forces have achieved great results. We attacked a huge enemy fleet within a width of 3,000 kilometers and almost wiped out the enemy." The chief of staff immediately replied: "The results of the battle can be said to be very brilliant."

"Say but!" Genesis didn't even look at his chief of staff, so he guessed that the other party had something to say later.

"But the opponent immediately put on a new full fleet,

Continued to maintain an offensive posture. The chief of staff sighed and said: "The next round of Zaku's counterattack will not be ready until 4 hours later." "

"It's really embarrassing! Just over two hours into the battle, we were cornered by the enemy!" Genesis stared at the map, and finally made up his mind: "Relying on the supply space station behind, continue to fight! Let the Royal Guard Fleet Continue to stand by! I want to wait for the other party to reveal their intentions before making any moves!"

In fact, he has already felt tremendous pressure. The opponent's attack across the board with almost no intention has really caused too much trouble for the Alan Hill Empire Fleet.

If you can't judge the enemy's specific combat intentions, you can only respond passively in this way. There was no way around it. All Genesis could do was wait for the flanking Gundam troops to create some confusion for the opponent.

However, Genesis was most worried about another aspect - what if the enemy was really huge and had no fixed attack target or focus?

In other words, the enemy army has an absolute numerical advantage, and they wantonly attack and seek breakthroughs everywhere. This is what makes Genes most desperate.

And no matter from which point of view, at this moment, the watchman army he was facing seemed to be more like the latter state.

The opponent is only relying on absolute numerical advantages to attack recklessly, without any offensive focus and strategic intentions at all!

In other words, the strategic intention is to break through the defense line of the Irish Empire defenders across the board and devour the entire Higgs region!

"You have a lot of appetite! But it depends on whether you have those good teeth!" Genesis snorted coldly in his heart, but his expression became more serious.

Because he knew that the opponent actually had this strength, and he didn't even know how long the fleet in front of him could last.

Although there are still many warships, including the 2nd Fleet of the Royal Guards, who are also arriving, Genesis is still worried about the situation in front of him.

At this moment, he didn't even know how many lives and battleships he had to fill in to end this battle!

And he didn't know, even if he tried his best to wipe out these damn watchman troops, would there be more watchman troops appearing!

This was a desperate reincarnation, and Genesis couldn't confirm whether the seemingly decisive battle in front of him was the final fight between the two sides to determine the outcome, or just the prelude to the watcher's devouring some.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the battle was still going on non-stop. While Genesis was looking at the holographic projection of the entire combat area, his fleet was being eaten away by the enemy.

The losses are increasing, and the number of casualties has been soaring. The situation on the ground has not yet been counted, but the losses in the universe are clear at a glance.

Up to now, the 1st Fleet of the Ireland Hill Empire has sunk 79 battleships, and the number of damaged battleships has even approached 200!

This is just the beginning of the battle, and the two sides have only fought for more than 2 hours. Once the battle continues, the losses on Alan Hill's side will continue to rise.

There is no way, this is an unchangeable status quo-as the battle continues, the pressure on logistical supplies and maintenance will further increase, and eventually the pressure will be passed on to the frontline combat troops, causing losses to suddenly increase several times.

On the ground, Burrison was also looking at a loss report. His troops had killed more than 1,500 people, which represented a full infantry regiment, which was completely wiped out by the enemy at this moment!

The battle is still going on, the casualties are still increasing, and even many troops have begun to send news: their ammunition reserves are not enough!

From the very beginning, this battle has been fiercer than anyone imagined! Everyone, in this massive battle, seemed so insignificant.

"Record the name of every soldier who died in battle, and clone soldiers are no exception." Burison handed the report in his hand to his adjutant, and then seriously ordered: "If there are any of us who can go back alive, then Take these records back! Definitely, take them back!"

"Yes! Sir!" The adjutant solemnly took the papers full of names, not knowing what to say for a while.

In fact, the battle has reached the current level, and the role of command is no longer very important. Because the enemy's attack has almost no focus, it is actually unnecessary to analyze the battlefield situation.

The current headquarters, the headquarters at all levels, are only responsible for dispatching tasks, which is to allocate supplementary soldiers and ammunition supplies, and then send them to the frontline troops as much as possible.

And this kind of work, usually logistics officers can do it well, and there is no need for a commander like Burrison to ask in person.

At the forefront of Burrison's troops, the Elland Hill Grenadiers are using all the weapons in their hands to pour down on the enemies in front of them.

For a while, the front of the entire position was filled with fiery flames, but the densely packed enemy troops rushed out of the flames, attacking the positions stationed by the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire again and again.

It wasn't that the firepower coverage of the Alan Hill Empire was not strong enough. Even at the beginning, everyone was still wondering whether there would be anything that could survive under such terrible firepower coverage.

However, as the battle continued, everyone already knew that the number of enemies was so large that they could advance steadily from the almost impenetrable firepower of the Alan Hill Empire!

Just when everyone was working hard and struggling to survive on this tragic battlefield, on the distant horizon, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky, accompanied by dull and loud noises from far to near, slowly transpiring .

The air wave blows away the clouds, causing the surrounding clouds to squeeze and stack, eventually forming a huge ring, piled up on the periphery of the mushroom cloud.

On the ground, along with the knife-like airflow spreading out, there are countless broken sundries that are as fast as bullets and as sharp as steel needles.

Everything in the vicinity was swept away, including the crowds of sweepers who were still marching, nothing was left.

Those seemingly incomparably powerful sweepers have long been evaporated in the hot air flow, leaving nothing behind.

As expected, the Alan Hill Empire's nuclear counterattack began, and nuclear bombs one after another, smashed into the watchman's control area as if they didn't want money.

Under such intensive nuclear bomb attacks, it seems that the entire planet is trembling under a blossoming mushroom cloud.

The scene in front of me is not an exaggeration even if it is described as the end of the world. Behind the countless sweeper troops, those billowing black smoke almost covered half of the sky.

...

Inside the battleship of the flagship Serris, in a cabin responsible for filing documents, an officer looked curiously at the documents being sorted out by two female clone officers.

He reached out and picked up a stack, before looking down at the contents, he asked, "What is this?"

A female clone officer who was sorting and filing the documents and keeping records said, "This is a message from the captain of the sunk warship."

The officer was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head, looked at the stack of messages in his hand, and asked in surprise, "All these?"

"Yes, these are all." The lady officer of the clone nodded and said, "The ones just sent..."

Hearing what the female clone officer said, the officer looked down at the papers in his hand in a panic.

He suddenly felt that these things were a little hot, but he didn't dare to let go. This feeling was very bad, and it seemed like something was burning in his chest.

Some of the telegram papers had obvious wrinkles, which seemed to be caused by the people reading these telegrams subconsciously pinching the paper.

And on these telegrams, there are simple but extremely heavy sentences line by line:

"All officers and men of the battleship Lily vow to live and die with the battleship! - Captain Hawke."

"For Alan Hill! Our ship will fight desperately to the last moment! —— Captain Russell of the Battleship Bastin."

"The battleship Dolinis is out of control. Goodbye Alan Hill! Goodbye! ——Captain Howard."

A piece of paper was filled with last words.

These last words, representing fresh lives, blocked the officer's chest, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

It wasn't until he turned to the last telegram that he realized that his eyes were blurred and his face was covered with tears.

Distressed, he reached out and wiped his face with the cuff of his military uniform that was full of patterns, ignoring the military uniform that he had been carefully ironing and cleaning for a long time.

No one laughed at his miserable appearance, because the little girl who sent them over also cried, her tearful eyes arousing pity.

The correspondent who received these messages also cried, and the good man cried like a tearful man. But the commander of the Signal Corps standing behind him didn't say anything to blame.

Tears are worthless in this day and age. But it is still the most direct and real thing for people to express their feelings-precious things.

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