"The loss figures like this, whether they are absolute numbers or ratios, are still several 24 kilometers away from Moscow..."

On the Jinwu command bridge, Xia Ming was talking to Ulyanov, the fourth commander of Yunas. The former Russian admiral stared at him. The decisive aura of the fighting nation seemed to penetrate the space and was cast from a virtual image onto Xia Ming.

"Last week, the survival rate of the Yunas fighter pilots' single attack has increased to 62%, which shows that our manned fighter system is adapting to this war. Star Alliance and us are becoming more and more skillful in tactical cooperation, and there is still great potential to tap."

"If you really care about the sacrifices of Junas officers and soldiers and our casualties, don't forget that these numbers allowed us to hold on to the squid tail belt. This sacrifice allowed us to support us to this day. Now, when we Junas can play a greater role, and when our cooperation system can achieve further results, do you want to kick Junas away?"

The old general's virtual image stretched his head, and half of his nose poked into Xia Ming's face: "This is unfair! Chairman Xia!"

"Junas' fighter pilots can survive twice and less than 30% of them survive three times. This situation cannot be assured by a few percentage points. It seriously affects our morale and deepens the gap between the officers and soldiers on both sides."

"Commander, from the numbers, Yunas will rebuild once a month. Last month you lost 26,000 people in total, while your entire fleet is only 25,000. We were unable to change the status quo before, but now we can try to make some changes..."

Xia Ming said patiently: "The Super Matt Whip also feels that the situation is changing in a direction that is not conducive to it. We speculate that it will launch a large-scale attack in the near future. Commander, if we do not make corresponding adjustments, Yunas may no longer have the opportunity to start from scratch."

The old commander still refused to let go: "I understand what you mean, but Yunas cannot fall to the point where you can only clean the battlefield! No matter how your universe army needs to adjust, Yunas cannot withdraw from the sequence of regular warfare!"

"This is OK..."

After dealing with Yunas, Xia Ming breathed a sigh of relief. If the loss of Star Alliance Universe Army exceeds double-digits per day is bleeding, then Yunas' loss of more than triple-digits per day is a bloody collapse.

Now I am finally ready to turn this situation around, but to turn Yunas from the psychological inertia of "war is meat grinder", it is indeed necessary to do some work, at least take care of their emotions.

Xia Ming twisted his left hand, and the new biochemical robot arm made him uncomfortable. With his current ability, even if his whole arm is broken, as long as he soaked in the special cultivation liquid, he would grow out at most half a day.

But he could not take it down, as a special test subject at the Medical Research Center of the Academy of Sciences, in this regard, he had to obey Lilo's arrangements.

Taking advantage of the injury to his left hand during the attack last week, Lilo asked him to test the new biochemical prosthesis. For Lilo, there is no one who is more suitable for doing this than Xia Ming. There are no sequelae and can dig out all the data and find any problems. All prosthetics installed on Yunas and the Star League officers and soldiers benefited from Xia Ming's test.

After identifying some people who are aware of the prosthesis, they are sure that they can get the data tomorrow. Xia Ming was in a better mood and connected with Lao Hong's communication.

"How are the preparations?"

Lao Hong was fiddling next to a heavy power armor. He nodded to Xia Ming: "Re-examination is being conducted to confirm that every detail is fine, but..."

The old man's expression was a little weird: "We have no problem here, is Ma Guling reliable? No one or organization specifically cared about them?"

Xia Ming shook his head: "This action is to confirm this matter, not to seize a place that doesn't actually make much sense. You have to keep this in mind."

"Well... I understand, the key is testing. I also want to try to fight the boarding and land warfare, so I took it off."

Lao Hong scratched his head and smiled, looking like a honest and honest farmer in the countryside: "If you don't do it well, you will be looked down upon by the little girl."

"I look down on you now," Su Yu appeared beside Xia Ming, with her hands behind her back, and said coldly to the virtual image of Lao Hong in the Legion Command Channel: "Grandpa Hong, I didn't see it with my own eyes, I really can't believe that you are still good at acting good!"

"Little girl, you don't understand. This is called life experience." Lao Hong said without blushing: "You have enough toys, Xiao Xia even has to hand over the Golden Crow to you. Then he will compete with the adults for things and be careful to become a spoiled little prince."

Su Yu retorted: "Ha? Grandpa Hong, don't you know that everyone calls you an old naughty boy, is your battle group called the Old Boy Scout?"

The two of them fought for a while as usual, and they stopped until Xia Ming snapped his fingers with a biochemical robot.

"Lao Hong, safety is the first priority, and your combat plan will be optimized for details."

"I'll do it now."

After cutting off the communication, Xia Ming looked at Su Yu, who was still holding his chest and his head up, but his eyes were hanging down, and his hands were squeezing his fingers.

Looking at her face with half of the silver-white mask inlaid, Xia Ming said helplessly: "I haven't received your application to go to the medical center in the rear. Do you want to keep showing off this face?"

"It's not such a boring thing..."

Su Yu muttered: "It will take at least two months to do natural cultivation, which is a waste of time."

“The war is still long and it won’t end until we have achieved an overwhelming advantage.”

Xia Ming sighed: "I noticed that the officers and soldiers of the universe have begun to regard the prosthetic body as qualifications and medals. If you keep playing a role in fueling the fire, it is not what I want to see."

"Aren't you the same?" Su Yu argued unwillingly: "In order to do a test, the arm that can be easily cured was even cut off."

Xia Ming shook his head: "So I won't let everyone know, you should also understand that if the prosthetic body destroys the perception and control of the natural body, the improvement of consciousness activity will lead to uncertain obstacles..."

"I understand, but now it's more important that war is war, and it's only one aspect of the time."

Su Yu lowered his head: "If I get hurt again and again, I am afraid that I will lose my feelings about the pain in the future, and I will even no longer feel that life is precious. Instead of doing this, it is better to use the prosthetic body instead..."

"No, numbness to pain is just the brain that is automatically blocking. To overcome this mechanism, consciousness activity will be achieved. The prosthetic body, whether the principle is mechanical or biochemical, is just a transitional measure. I don't want the Star Alliance Universe Army to be unrecognizable and become non-human after this war. I will ask Xiaotang and Liluo to speed up their research on natural limb recovery."

Xia Ming said seriously: "I am not a fundamental human purist, but I do not agree with abandoning humans unless necessary. More importantly, consciousness activity is the second life and second mission of the Star Alliance members, and Cyborgization will distort this direction."

He raised his robot and touched Su Yu's mask. Although it was all metamaterial, it still made a crisp sound similar to metal when touched: "Look, this is very inconsistent, right?"

Su Yu's other half of her face turned a faint blush. She bit her lip and nodded, "Since it's your expectation, I'll submit the application right away."

"I hope you can understand the essence of things, not to turn you back into a good baby," Xia Ming smiled bitterly.

"There is no difference." Su Yu took a step back, saluted and left in a hurry.

Looking at her back, Xia Ming felt quite complicated and emotional. The former little girl has grown up.

If he had enough consciousness, Xia Ming might still go deeper in this direction and get entangled with his distress for a while, but now he doesn't have the time to do so, and the growth of another type of life needs more attention.

"Tang 19 said no problem, I'm looking forward to its performance..."

Xiaotang's image appeared, and her expression was a little entangled: "Although I treat it equally in thinking, and it is neither a human nor a kitten or a dog, I always feel heartbroken to send my children to the battlefield."

"This shows that our Queen is not a human being, I am very relieved," Xia Ming teased: "But this feeling... it should be very unreliable. You don't have children yet. Why don't we create one so that you can compare the difference?"

"There are only two situations for me to have children. One is that we can live a peaceful and peaceful life, and the other is that the world is going to be destroyed. Now neither side depends." Xiaotang did not fight back on this topic. It seems that he is really worried about Tang19.

She said in a formulaic tone: "Tang 19 is not only my Ma Guling, but also the first Ma Guling. You must not let it get any surprises. This is not only my personal requirement for you, but also the requirement of the Star Alliance Academy of Sciences for the Universe Army."

Xia Ming shrugged: "After all, it is a higher intelligent life like humans, and its own will must be considered."

"Yes," Xiaotang also expressed a similar feeling to Xia Ming: "The little guy has grown up, how long has it been."

In less than a year, the situation in the Star Gate Universe has changed dramatically, and the battlefield between the Squid Tail Band and the Super Matt Whip is the most obvious example.

The battlefield is occupied by countless fragments, and most of them are biochemical warships wrapped in hardened gels, with human warships and fighter jets dotted in them.

Humans are unwilling to let their comrades expose their corpses in space. Super Matt Whip also regards the ganglia after the mutated life of the Matt Whip as a resource. Most of the battles that occur during the confrontation between the two sides are the theme of robbing corpses. Fights are often upgraded from small scales. In most cases, Super Matt Whip will retreat, and it seems that such a battle is not worth the cost.

From this point of view, the Super Matt Whip, or the existence of the Super Matt Whip, is not a high-level intelligent life, and there is no concept of honor.

But this conclusion does not mean that the Super Matt Whip is a lower-level existence than humans. On the contrary, its structure is still based on the Matt Ball variant, which should be the previous Matt Ball variant fusion. Its thinking ability is much stronger than humans, but is controlled by unknown existences. Its thinking mode is closer to the setting of silicon-based life in science fiction. Everything is calculated and only the most efficient way to achieve the goal.

In the first battle, it could "transform" the Matt Ball variant in its body into small fighter jets. After finding that it could not compete with the Star Alliance warship, it used multiple variants to fuse into biochemical warships. Up to now, biochemical warships have not only upgraded to a large guy who can carry four or five hundred small fighters, but also learned to transfer colloids and ganglions to each other and repair them independently on the battlefield.

The remains of the Super Matt Whip warship are the eye of small-scale battles. Every large biochemical warship that has been destroyed will break out in a series of subsequent battles. The battle will not end until humans feel that they can't bear the casualties, or after calculations, the Super Matt Whip finds that it is not worth it, the battle will not end.

There are many such warships on the battlefield, and both sides intend to avoid these targets and avoid falling into a battle that is not good for both sides. But now, humans have broken this invisible tacit understanding and attacked one of the targets.

"The Eagle Formation has arrived at the scheduled battlefield..."

On a Morning Star Assault Ship, Lao Hong reported to Gei Sun Xing of the Legion Command Center. With his ship as the center, there are nearly a hundred warships of various types distributed in a space with a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers, two of which are quite eye-catching.

Now the Star Alliance Space Army uses a new generation of warships, but it is just the name of the previous generation of warships.

Due to technological advances, the orbit of the electromagnetic railgun does not have to be that long anymore. The demand for maneuverability of warships is getting higher and higher, and the power and fuel storage of rocket engines have also been increasing. Coupled with the strengthening of protection, the current Star Alliance warships are larger, thicker and shorter than before.

The long axis of the new Warhammer destroyer has grown to 80 meters, but its size has been more than triple, and its "displacement" in space is close to 3,000 tons.

The new Morning Star Assault Ship has a long axis of 100 meters and a displacement of 5,000 tons. The simple design that originally hung the cylinder cabin directly in the front section has also been improved to a built-in cabin with a skeleton and protection. In addition to being used as a missile ship, it is also used by many commanders as a temporary formation command ship.

The female cicada destroyer, originally designed to undertake various auxiliary tasks, proved its value in combat, and now it has the largest number. The new female cicada destroyer has a long axis of only 60 meters, but its displacement is as close to the Morning Star Assault Ship.

The new destroyer has no major changes in its appearance and outline. It can be recognized at first glance, but the two ships were several times larger than the destroyer, and some similar warships to the Golden Crow have never been seen on the battlefield.

This is the "Lord"-class light mothership created by Xinglian by the design of the Yunas light mothership. It looks like a triangular armor-breaking arrow, and when it looks closely, it looks like three B-2 bombers rotated and spliced ​​along the axis. The long axis is close to 200 meters and the displacement is 30,000 tons.

This light mothership is equipped with three hundred fighters, but it is not a manned fighter like Yunas, but a young cicada fighter with two pairs of crossed wings. The one who flew the fighter jet... Ma Guling.

Deep in the mothership, in the circular cabin protected by layers of armor, hundreds of Magulings swam in the "Mattball atmosphere" composed of gases such as hydrogen, methane, and nitrogen. The fluff on their bodies is of different colors, forming a large circle, collides and rubs against each other, and long tail feathers intertwined, and fine electric sparks appear between the tail feathers.

In the center of the circle, a Ma Guling with mixed hair was whipping other Ma Gulings one by one with his tail feathers. Ma Guling, who was beaten down, suddenly expanded and then slowly spit out, making a low and whimpering sound, which sounded quite like the war drums of the primitive era of human beings.

Tang 19 used his tail feather to beat the compatriots closest to him, and then made a powerful stroke on the left and right. This was a signal of "attack". The Magulings scattered and swam to the edge of the cabin. There were rows of concave round grooves on the walls. Every time a Maguling entered, they were caught by the mechanical hemispheres popped up and down the round grooves. The robot popped up and down the round grooves. After strengthening and adjusting the clamped half balls, the wall baffle slipped open. Maguling, who had worn the spherical spacesuit, slid along the slide and slid towards the mothership's hangar like a bowling ball.

Above the hangar, Ma Guling popped up at the same time. The Star Alliance officer who was observing the situation in the cockpit of the mothership saw this scene and subconsciously muttered: "I feel like I'm burning too..."

Various words and patterns flashed on Ma Guling's space suits, just like the jokes and jokes of human fighter pilots when they boarded the plane. They "sit" one by one to the circle in the center of the fighter, and then slide into the inside of the fighter, embedded in the center, and wrapped in layers of armor plates.

"Lord's 1 formation, mf11, 12, 13 squadrons, ready."

"Lord 2 formation, mf21, 22, 23 squadron, ready."

The information of the two motherships was sent to the command ship. Lao Hong looked at the fighter planes ready to go in the hangar and shrugged: "I hope these small balls can come in handy..."

He strengthened his tone and ordered the entire formation: "Operation Eagle, start!"

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Chapter completed!