Chapter 3305 A miserable victory is as bad as defeat
Amalur Prime, shown enlarged on the star map, has turned into a sad slaughterhouse full of ashes, the hive has been reduced to burning and crumbling ruins, the plains are covered with huge bombing craters, and the battlefield in the void is full of
They are all the remains of imperial ships. According to statistical results, almost all the imperial battle-class battleships have been destroyed. The remaining ships are less than one-tenth of their original size, and the defense facilities of the galaxy have long been in shambles...
How many Necron ships were destroyed?
Seventeen ships...
Strictly speaking, this cannot even be called a tragic victory. If the Necron ships continue to fight, there will be no problem in annihilating the human fleet.
But even so, humans have lost the ability to continue fighting. The opponent only needs to wait for a while and launch a second round of offensive, and everything will fall apart.
"This is just a so-called simulation result produced by a suspicious machine."
Asterion fought coldly against this desperate figure.
"I'm really out of my mind just playing a boring game with you here!"
"This is not the result of the machine, but the result of your command."
"you--"
"I admit that it is actually relatively deviated from the real result. In a sense, you are right. It is more like a game, a game that is relatively close to reality. After all, in reality, you cannot use a sentence
Even if you make that huge and complex fleet move like your arm, there is no way to ensure that every captain
Both the commander and the commander are listening to your command, and it is impossible to know the situation of every ship. You can even see clearly where the enemy warships are and what tactics they use to attack them. If this battle really happens, you should be
Stuck in a puddle of mud, with only vague concepts and guesses about one's own and the other's things..."
Sighing and shaking his head, Soshyan tapped the operation panel lightly and closed the tactical simulator.
"...And you can't know when the enemy will be standing opposite you and how many ships there will be."
"So how do you know for sure?"
"I can't be sure. This is just an estimate. Maybe the warships sent by the aliens will be less than this, but it may also be more than this. Then Asterion, as an Astartes Chapter Master,
When you estimate an unknown enemy, do you underestimate it? Or do you estimate it too much? In Ekvolia, Astral Cavalry
When the warriors joined forces with the Forge World, it was still very difficult to fight against a small dynasty of Necrons, and the opponent's troops were less than half of the ones you just faced. The dynasty that the empire encountered now was undoubtedly more powerful than Ekwori.
Asia’s encounter is stronger, so doubling it seems reasonable to me, but it may be more than that.”
"Don't you also know everything about the situation in the empire? You also control the battleships with ease. Why do you just say that I took advantage!"
Soshyan looked at the other party and sighed helplessly.
"Because they must know everything about Amara. Do you remember one thing I said? Before you came, I had just executed an inquisitor because he was implanted with spy equipment by aliens, but not only
Not only him, but also the Sector Governor was implanted, but he was lucky enough to be removed. Do you think the aliens really stopped fighting and did nothing? In addition, I can tell you clearly,
Alien control of their fleet may be easier than this simulator. They are soulless machines with no morale and no fear. They only need to accept orders. Their equipment can understand every detail of the battlefield in detail. If the battle is real,
If it shows up, you may lose worse, and of course, its commander will also be more arrogant and arrogant, which may not be an advantage for either of them."
Asterion stared at Soshyan and clenched his fists.
"What if, according to you, humans are far behind this kind of alien?"
"Is this terrible?"
"Humanity is the finest race in the galaxy."
"Is there any conflict between the two? When mankind just lit the first fire, many races were already galloping across the star sea. The Milky Way has experienced so many civilizations. Forty thousand years is very short, but ten thousand years is very long.
It’s gotten so long that we seem to have forgotten what the truly outstanding qualities of human beings are.”
Asterion stared at Soshyan, as if he wanted to see something in his eyes, but in the end he just hummed.
"If their ships really have this kind of performance, this battle cannot be fought. Even if they win, they will lose. Let me tell you, there will be no more reinforcements. All the troops around the Orps sector have been drained.
The High Lords Council will not draw reinforcements from other places. At most, some war groups will spontaneously send one or two companies. If it cannot protect the remaining Orps star field with its existing troops, then it will most likely do so.
Abandoned."
Soshyan nodded.
"I have predicted this a long time ago, so we have to repel the opponent with as few losses as possible to buy more time, so that Orpheus can activate its own power to protect itself."
"Wishful thinking, what kind of power can this borderland have, can it only rely on these mortals trembling under the alien butcher knife?"
"Didn't you just say that humans are the best race? Why are you denying the power of humans now? Orps still has half of it, its capital is still there, the largest industrial town is still there, and its population is still nearly 100 billion.
All it takes is some time and assistance."
"Soshyan, you are such a silver-tongued bastard."
"Ha, then are you willing to fight alongside this bastard like me again?"
Asterion bent down to pick up the helmet from the ground, put it on again, and said only one sentence.
"Fight, let me see what you can do."
After saying that, he walked towards the exit, but suddenly he stopped and turned around.
"No, there is another aspect that is unfair. If this Abyss-class ship participated in the battle at that time, the outcome would be unpredictable. It's just that you can't bear to part with your treasure."
Soshyan chuckled.
"Do you really think joining the Randall will turn things around?"
"How do you know if you don't try? You can't just go to such great lengths to get a huge piece of space junk out, right?"
"So, in your judgment, the Randall is the only chance of victory?"
Asterion was silent for a moment, aware of the trap in Soshyan's words.
"You want to say that you can't fight this battle without you, right? I admit this, but are you willing to let it go?"
"Do you want to hear the truth?"
"There is no third person here."
"The truth is that I can't bear it."
"As expected."
"Asterion, every chapter hopes to be like you. No matter how we fight or suffer losses, we will be immediately replenished with troops, equipment, and battleships, and they can arrive at a wave of our hands. This is what the Astartes dream of.
Environment, so that everyone can fight with all their strength, and there is no need to send out companies one by one, and Rand will not be used as a predator, and the predator will be used as a poisonous blade, fearless and afraid to hide
use."
As he said this, Sosh Yang spread his hands, looking very helpless.