A large group of tall blond servants surrounded the leader and left, still carrying the majestic atmosphere of Plato's knights.
Lancer stood there blankly, watching blankly as the Plato soldiers immediately began to take away the younger-looking officer from among them. He was panting, fear controlled him, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.
The huge sand-black hull of the "Hatusa" fleet's flagship "Shaluma" casts a huge deep black shadow on the messier base that is smoking everywhere and looks like a wasteland.
This first-class flagship-sized main ship is also full of traces of damage from various shellings, which shows how intense the battle just past was.
The engineer corps of the White Tiger Knights established a temporary command post almost at an incredible speed and maintained the huge operating equipment of Messier's "planetization".
There was a lot of follow-up work after the occupation, and various personnel of the Third Fleet "Hatusa" were also involved. Walking through the ruins were groups of defeated Gaia soldiers who were captured by Plato soldiers. Since the lighting energy of the Messier base has been
Reduced to the zero point, the entire sky has a white night feel, which is neither night nor day. The darkness shrouds various tragic scenes after the war.
Mursili, the commander of Plato's third fleet "Katusha", and a large number of senior officers stepped onto the white extended temporary bridge. As Plato's highest military noble, the commander-in-chief of the fleet has the same status as the grand master of the knights.
, the entourage raised the golden double-headed eagle emblem to clear the way for Mursili, and the ceremonial guard wore crimson ribbons. Each of Plato's troops has full beauty and tradition.
Mursili is wearing the slim-fitting dark blue short uniform of the Third Fleet and a crimson shawl with a golden lion pattern. He is tall and handsome like all Platonic nobles, with almost a standard body shape.
His handsome face has Caucasian characteristics, fair skin, straight nose, beautiful eyes, long eyelashes, and eye color is light brown with some brownish green. The divisions between Plato's four major human races are quite rough. In fact, there are often
Mixed blood is inevitable in the age of space civilization.
Kalki, wearing a silver-black uniform, stood in front of the strange-looking temporary command post. He had a gloomy face because he had just received the news of Deacon Narada's death.
"Let's get down to business quickly. This is the surrender letter signed by the Messier Base and the Supreme Commander of the Seventh Fleet." Kalki said directly.
Siddha behind him respectfully presented Mursili with a golden book engraved with the emblem of an eagle standing on a swastika, which is the heraldry of Plato's army. When the book was opened, the white and flawless thick paper pages were signed
Lieutenant General Martin, deputy commander of Messier Base, and General Dlamini, commander of the Seventh Fleet, have crooked names.
In this era, mankind's most important documents were still signed and preserved on special paper.
Mursili looked at the printed Platonic text on the paper, named the surrender to Plato's White Tiger Knights and the Third Fleet "Katusha", and wrote the names of the two supreme commanders.
"Nice job!" Mursili smiled slightly. Although the White Tiger Knights rushed into Messier's headquarters first, Kalki was quite elegant and not the kind of person who takes credit.
In this way, even if the "Achaemenids" come over, this good thing will not be their turn. Capturing Messier will be enough for the two of them to draw a safe lottery in the power struggle in the next few years.
He looked at Kalki. His outstanding appearance with blond hair and blue eyes made people ignore his inner strength. In fact, he was an excellent strategist and rich in political talent and ability.
"To make a long story short, we still need to join forces and sweep across the entire 'Sapanit' area." The regiment leader suppressed the grief of losing his confidant for many years and showed his intimacy. He very much hoped that the next journey would continue to be supported by other fleets.
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"Oh, Commander Kalki, Hattusa has been on the main offensive mission for a long time. Our fleet has suffered heavy losses. I have already informed the Military Privy Council that we must return to rest and rest. The Privy Council has now agreed to my request."
Kalki was stunned for a moment, and he understood that this meant that the White Tiger Knights would fight alone in the next journey.
"Then let the staff team discuss and let's have a light meal together." The regiment leader maintained a cordial demeanor and put his hand gently on Commander Mursili's shoulder, as if to express his gratitude to him. He knew that "Hatu
"Sha" is indeed the most difficult siege fleet.
The senior commanders of the two fleets gathered together to eat a very simple meal at a long, slightly crowded table. Everyone looked very tired. In addition, both sides had suffered heavy losses, and the atmosphere was as deserted as a funeral dinner.<
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But Kalki and Mursili still tried to maintain a friendly attitude, although if you look carefully, the eyelids of the two handsome men are blue. War is an extremely tiring sport. For soldiers, it is an endless journey. The two had a friendly conversation. This was one of the few occasions where senior commanders from different races could get to know each other. Plato strictly prohibited generals from handing over and forming alliances in private, and Plato's circle-like geographical design shortened the distance between people.
It's very far away, and it happens to be an upside-down world from Gaiamang Star City.
"Bad news, the nearest space radar base station sent a fleet alert, which can be confirmed by the remaining messages in Messier's command system!..." A young intelligence officer of the White Tiger Knights rushed directly in panic
Come in, "The Orbis General Base has sent a regional fleet to rescue Messier, and it will reach Messier's low-Earth orbit in two hours!"
Kalki was cutting vegetarian sausages and his eyes widened.
"It's really Lean...!" The regiment leader immediately put down the knife and fork in his hand, "The enemy really knows how to pick the time and sound the battle alarm immediately!"
In this way, the dinner between the two top commanders of the fleet ended in a hurry.
In the temporary command post, the top command levels of the two fleets were constantly discussing countermeasures to deal with the new enemy situation. All Plato personnel entered a state of first-level combat readiness, and the atmosphere was extremely tense for a time.
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"Messier has been captured by the Platons!" a Gaia female intelligence soldier screamed.
Almost at the same time, the regional fleet flagship "Rhine" dispatched by the Orbis General Base received a fall alarm automatically issued by the Messier Base. Once the Platos took over the invasion of the huge base intelligence system, the fall alarm would be
Encrypted super-light speed communications are automatically sent to various departments.
"Oh my God! We are still a step late. If the star gate at the best jumping position hadn't collapsed, we could have arrived 10 hours earlier..." The top commander of this district fleet is a white-haired gentleman who looks experienced.
, "Messier actually fell, incredible!..."
"We will fight alone against the Third Fleet 'Hatusa' and the White Tiger Knights..." The fleet chief of staff looked young, but he looked panicked, "Admiral Dlamini and Admiral Schwartz...
They should all have been captured!"
"The squadron of Plato's Eighth Fleet 'Achaemenids' will arrive at Messier within 48 hours. At this time we will be surrounded by three Plato fleets. We are a small fleet!" Another said
The young combat staff was also so nervous that he was sweating, "No one expected that Messier would fall so quickly..."
Fear shrouded the headquarters of "Rheinland", and the cold light of the shining big screens was everywhere, making it look particularly strange.
The white-haired supreme commander stretched out his hand and made a U-turn gesture.
The joint general staff of the Platons is rearranging the upcoming battle in a turbulent mood. Although the Gaia fleet is small in size, Hattusa and the White Tiger Knights are obviously unable to fight again continuously.
Kalki's quick tactics also allowed the Platons to exhaust all their strength for a great victory.
"Look! The Gaian fleet is turning to retreat!"
A radar observer belonging to the Hattusa fleet shouted, with a tone of surprise.
Everyone, including the two top commanders of the fleet, rushed over to watch the simulation on the small 3D projection screen.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Even if they faced a small Gaia fleet, both fleets were unable to fight anymore after a long period of continuous combat.
"Finally, we can be considered as truly occupying the Messier base." Kalki also suddenly relaxed.
Under the dim white sky, the various remaining ships of the two fleets that had gone through the battle were moored into the temporary airport to begin the battle finale and rest.
Viewed from a high altitude, the entire base's huge buildings and fortifications have been reduced to rubble. The Knights' "Flowers of Nirvana" are scattered among the ruins, and white gardenias are spinning and falling.
Disappeared above the rubble on the ground.
The final scene of every battle has a sense of desolation.
At the temporary morgue of Plato's soldiers, more than 4,000 corpses were neatly and densely parked under the huge white dome. The fallen soldiers of the two fleets were buried here.
In the space age, it is a great blessing to be able to recover the whole body of a person who was killed in battle. Many people have no bones left, or only body parts, a hand, a foot or other organs can be recovered, and then the identity can be confirmed through DNA verification.
The real number of casualties is far higher than this.
Kalki led several knights closest to him here. They all wore plain Sheva robes, indicating that they were all unmarried knights.[1]
He ordered people to send Rean here. He was wearing the uniform of the admiral of the Gaia base fleet. He seemed to be asleep. The worries and sorrows disappeared from his face. There was no wrinkle on his calm face. He changed again.
Looking back at the young and handsome Plato knight, his pale skin had a hint of divine halo.
Kalki put a body bag on Lean's body with his own hands. He had never buried anyone with his own hands since he was promoted to regiment leader at the age of 24.
"Let the dust bury your sins..." the leader said softly.
Once the body bag of Plato's Army is put on, it will automatically tighten and wrap, and the interior will maintain a vacuum and refrigerated temperature, allowing it to withstand long-distance interstellar travel.
Some people say that the corpses of young knights or followers living in Bukhara rarely rancid, and some even emitted a fragrance similar to frankincense or musk, because they were all "ascetics" and as pure as angels. p>
"Return the body of Lean... no, Heinz Schwarz to them with the etiquette of Admiral Gaia." The leader warned the accompanying morgue manager.
They quickly put a laser tag on the bag. The collected corpses will soon be sent to the transport ship and returned to Plato's group for cremation.
Kalki looked around and saw rows of white body bags. The young people inside might have been jumping around a few hours ago, full of longing for the future.
"Let us pray for their souls to ascend to heaven."
The leader said softly, leading the knights to kneel on the ground, clasping their hands together, just like in the prayer room in Bukhara, and praying for the souls of Lean and all those who died in this battle to ascend to heaven.
The holographic image of gardenia drifted in from nowhere and slowly floated on his golden hair, and time slowly faded——
11 years ago, a fierce and bloody tug-of-war broke out between Plato and Gaia to compete for the Ceto base in Andromeda.
The important Ceto base is extremely narrow and long. A Plato army that landed was surrounded by heavy troops in a corner, waiting for reinforcements from the space fleet.
An underground storage hall was transformed into a temporary morgue for Plato's army, and Deacon Lean came here specifically to meet a young man who became famous in today's battle.
Kalki was this young man, who was not yet 19 years old at the time.
Body bags were neatly placed on the ground. He sat on the ground in the darkness, guarding the body of his friend Rama. When Lean walked into the morgue, he raised his head and glanced at him.
The young man's face was full of tears and he looked very sad. Although he was already tall and strong, because he was still underage, his blond hair was still hanging around his shoulders. He only combed the sides of his temples to the back of his head, and his slender, bright blue eyes were hung slightly by the hair, which was particularly special.
Delicate and handsome, her face, which has not yet grown a thick beard, looks fair and delicate, with an astonishing youthful beauty.
"Are you the star of today's battlefield? A Kalki who killed thousands of Gaia soldiers in human combat?" Deacon Lien frowned.
The young man just sat and curled up, putting his slender arms on his knees and hugging himself tightly, looking as lonely and pitiful as a kitten.
It was this young guard who seemed fragile now, but he became famous in one battle during the day.
Kalki, wearing space armor, hid alone in an underground passage in a corner, using the Gaia army to pass through a trumpet-like terrain, and suddenly jumped up with only a few crawler shooting robots and a dozen small drones.
, like a lion pounced on its prey, sending a 3,500-man Gaia ground force scattering in all directions. The enemy troops were still stampede in panic, and he continued to pursue and kill them by flying over layers of the enemy's flesh.
Just one person killed and injured more than 2,000 people.
With this unparalleled fierce and domineering fighting power, he rushed to the corpses of the Platons who had been surrounded and wiped out before, and then fought and retreated alone. He went back and forth several times, and carried back the corpses of the six fallen followers.
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[1] Clothing is a reflection of civilization. Kalki, who was born in a noble family, is very concerned about clothing and wears different clothes for different occasions. Kalki is actually a very picky person.