"Every combat unit was ordered to break out to Messier. The 'Kunpeng' command center was destroyed by the Platos, and immediate command and communication were no longer possible..." General Dlamini looked very frustrated and added: "
May everyone wish you good luck!"
"Kunpeng" gave up commanding the operation and retreated to Messier at full speed, which caused great confusion in the morale of the army.
Major General Potapong almost lost his temper at the command post of the secondary flagship "Jingwei".
"Asshole! He ran away like this! Didn't he sacrifice Dybala? He penetrated too deep and couldn't retreat!" the major general yelled.
"Let's evacuate quickly! We have already suffered heavy losses..." a staff officer shouted in panic.
"Jingwei" suddenly trembled violently several times.
"Ion thrusters No. 1 and No. 2 were severely damaged!"
"Four vector ion cannons in area R3 were destroyed!"
All kinds of bad news come one after another, and various sirens reverberate throughout the headquarters.
This is a portrayal of the poor state of the entire "Seventh Fleet". There is no top command and every combat group is struggling to fight back.
In space, more and more ships of all types were completely destroyed. A "Golden Eagle" Gaia fighter jet destroyed by a White Tiger fighter directly collided with an axis gunboat, which not only caused the axis gunboat to explode, but also
Let a laser heavy cannon hit a Gaia heavy destroyer at an angle, and a glow shone——
The huge Seventh Fleet group was full of flashes of light after being hit. After several hours of fierce fighting, the entire Gaia fleet began to fall apart.
Kalki underwent skin grafting surgery by a medical robot in the medical cabin. A piece of skin was gently peeled away by a mechanical needle. This was quickly cultivated by Kalki's own skin tissue and melted perfectly onto his burnt black scar. Numerous treatment arms are constantly busy, treating the flesh wounds on half of his body.
Then he was pushed into a special roller by the suspended medical bed to receive hormone activation of skin cells all over his body. Lights flashed above his head. Kalki opened his eyes and felt trance-like.
Continuously killing people, constantly being injured, constantly healing, and then killing people, and so on - he lay and watched the halo around him constantly rotating, and the strength of his body was constantly recovering.
He was thinking about a question, if he was a soldier hundreds of years ago, without such perfect treatment methods and complete protective armor, would he have died before the age of 20?
The answer is yes, so many young companions have disappeared, and every day he prays for their souls.
He said to Xuanji that war is for justice and peace, but now he has fallen into self-doubt and reflection, and he is far from being as noble as he thought.
"Quick, we must move forward at full speed and enter the defensive range of Messier's cannon as soon as possible, otherwise..." General Dlamini looked at the old-fashioned screen with poor display in the temporary command post, looking extremely nervous, "Katusha may
Chase us..."
"It's too late to launch the remote detector, we must increase the speed to 0.4C." Sanjoyin also looked very nervous.
The fact was just as they expected, the "Hatusa" fleet came to block the attack, and the fleets from both sides began to launch vague shelling from an extremely long distance.
At this moment, a giant bombardment beam was shot from the Messier base. This was the super bombardment beam of the super giant proton cannon "Atlas".
Then there were thick lines of shelling across the deep black sky. The cannons on the ground of the asteroid base were far superior to the attack intensity of ordinary battleships and gunboats in terms of quantity, caliber and bombardment energy.
Therefore, under the cover of a series of bombardment lines, the remaining Seventh Fleet quickly docked at the destination of their expedition - Messier Base.
"Is this all the remaining 7th Fleet?"
Admiral Schwartz, commander-in-chief of the Messier base, looked at the few ships moored into the base's maintenance airport with wide blue eyes in amazement.
"Yes..." A young staff officer who looked like a dark-skinned mixed-race looked at the data displayed by the mobile projection in his hand, and reported back hesitantly: "For the time being, there are only the main flagship 'Kunpeng', 28 space battleships, 15 space frigates, 8
A giant interstellar transport ship has arrived, and perhaps there will be fleets in the future..."
Heinz Schwarz looked extremely grim. He knew that less than one-tenth of the Seventh Fleet's strength had survived.
"We will move the materials on the transport ship as quickly as possible," the young staff officer continued to report carefully. "The transport ship has various types of bombardment energy blocks that we urgently need, as well as various foods, medicines, and other supplies that are in short supply.
Supplies and medical equipment. In addition, it carries 600 space planes and 3,800 drones that are most urgently needed for base defense, as well as various other weapons and equipment."
"Better than nothing..." Admiral Schwartz said this, but his fist hit the transparent curtain wall of the military port maintenance station with a "bang" sound.
The force of his punch shocked the young staff officer and he jumped back unconsciously.
"Hurry up and be responsible for the allocation of supplies. All units are almost left with only one pair of underpants. No matter how little these things are, they can last for a while."
The general gave the order and the young man ran away like a rabbit.
Admiral Schwartz stood alone in a daze, looking at everything in the base maintenance port inside the extremely high transparent curtain wall.
The mechanical arms slid over from both sides of the dock, carrying a transparent protective cover with traces of bombings. Then, a large number of maintenance teams wearing different colored vests and various strange-shaped artificial intelligence robots entered various damaged warships of the Seventh Fleet.
Emergency repair within.
The mechanical arms are waving rapidly, and the artificial intelligence robots are flying in the air, rapidly repairing the hull of the ship that was damaged by various shellings. This scene is as full of surreal and absurd beauty as a dream.
He has been in Messier for five years and can only go back to his home in Mangxing City for three days every year because the interstellar journey is too long.
He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the construction of this base, turning Messier into an extremely efficient Plato base. In this way, he was able to withstand the full Third Fleet "Hatusa" and the three knights with it.
Indiscriminate bombardment by the fleet.
After holding on for almost 7 weeks, I saw that my construction was becoming more and more dilapidated under the enemy's artillery fire, and the reinforcements that were waiting to see through were completely disabled.
"Is God going to kill me?" the commander murmured to himself, just like many desperate defenders, his heart was full of resentment and despair, "The White Tiger Knights may need a period of rest, and then the Platos will soon
A joint attack was launched..."
"Plato..."
Plato...his father...sometimes almost forgets that he was once a Plato.
In this absurd scene of various equipment and personnel hurriedly repairing, my mind is flowing freely and is no longer under my control.
Before the age of 29, he was a deacon of Plato's White Tiger Order with a Sanskrit name and lived in Sunasana Bukhara[1], where he was also the supreme commander and titular commander of the huge military quarters.
supervisor.
Deacons are at a special level. They do not need to live with the Grand Master in the "Trayes Mausoleum" like the Grand Master, because once the Grand Master gets married and leaves Bukhara, the Master will need to take over the presiding.
.
The deacon can have Bukhara in his own name, which is a manifestation of Plato's feudal nature. As long as he does not follow the regiment leader or grand commander to the battlefield, he is the supreme commander.
What a simple life it was, living together, praying together, and caring for each other on the battlefield, just like a group of angels watching each other. The young blond knight walked through the "green corridor" of "Sudasana" and said with joy
When he looked at the setting sun, everything was covered with golden light. It was so beautiful, because he had it all.
All the good things ended so hastily.
After the Battle of Ceto, he was slightly injured. The Knights specially used a hospital ship to transport him back to Plato. This transport fleet was attacked by the Gaia fleet on its long way back from the stars, and he became a
A prisoner at the mercy of fate.
The captain of the District Fleet of Gaia's Sixth Fleet who captured him was also a white man. When he learned of his identity as a deacon of the White Tiger Knights, he was treated with great courtesy, but the initial good impression was fleeting.
When he was sent to the prisoner-of-war center in Manxing City, he began a life of hell-like horror - from being forced to eat meat to being forced to drink urine and eat feces, being beaten and scolded at every turn.
After being knocked unconscious once, he woke up on a simple medical bed. There was a girl who looked like a nurse who had just graduated from a medical school sitting beside his bed. She had the appearance of a typical Gaia hybrid, with both Eastern and Western characteristics.
She is so beautiful, with two bunches of brown-black hair gathered around her young face, making her look extremely cute.
"My name is Lisa..." The moment her clear brown eyes met his blue eyes, her face turned pink due to shyness. In the eyes of the Gaia girl, the military aristocrat of Plato's White Tiger was extremely handsome.
, like a heavenly being.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall of the ward, the sunset gave off a rose-like brilliance, hitting Lisa's soft face. He couldn't help but slightly wrinkle his blue eyes. This young face was so beautiful, with the most beautiful
The fresh peach-like hairs shine in the light.
The sunset in Mangxing City was so gorgeous that day——
Shouldn't such a ward use artificial intelligence robot nurses? But he could no longer think about it. Every time Lisa's graceful figure in a nurse's uniform swayed in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but look at her when she was taking care of him.
Every time, his heart beats wildly.
On the last day when he was sent out of the medical center after recovery, he took the initiative to hold her slender hands with his hands, and put these slender, somewhat cold hands beside his face.
Later, he learned that this was a "beauty trap" that Gaiat often used on young Plato knights. Lisa was just a gift, and he accepted her, nothing more.
From that day on, he went to the ward of a senior military officer and took this young and beautiful female nurse with him openly.
But at this time, news came that Plato had completed the exchange conditions for the redemption of a deacon, but a black-clad Gaiat Qin found him.
This robot-like person coldly used this incident as a threat to violate the ascetic's oath. After returning, he will naturally be demoted and lose his beautiful, paradise-like "Sudasana". p>
Lisa rushed over and threw herself into his arms, crying and begging him that she was pregnant.
The agent in black told him coldly that the Gaia army was willing to grant him the rank of rear admiral of the Space Fleet, and that he would prosper in the future.
Looking back later, it was all just a drama. He was like a helpless beast wandering in a trap with no other choice.
When he married Lisa in a decent and straight Major General uniform, his social status and income could afford a decent and luxurious wedding. The hall of the ultra-luxury hotel was engulfed in a sea of crystal chandeliers and roses.
However, only the bride's relatives and friends were seen at the wedding. The pregnant Lisa looked so happy in a high-waisted lace wedding dress. She put on the coveted diamond crown and real custom-made crystal slippers.
He looked at the empty groom's friends and family area and felt so lonely. He was a Platonic knight bound here.
At first, when fighting Plato's fleet, he felt extremely painful and entangled in his heart, and slowly, he became numb. He was originally a soldier, and made a living by hard journey and killing.
He became a high-ranking Gaian general who lived in the "Palm Springs" mansion area, living a luxurious life that the Gaian people in Star City could not imagine - a huge palace-like mansion with rows of pillars and groups of servants. His wife and children were playing in the garden planted with thousands of kinds of roses. Lisa was extremely satisfied with life, and even showed her graceful beauty. She laughed and her voice was so sweet.
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And he walked alone to a white marble sculpture beside the blue lake.
A tall and graceful angel, with long hair draped over his shoulders and beautiful facial features delicately carved in marble. He held a sharp sword in his hand, but lowered his head, his brows were sad, and his wings were broken and shattered.
He sat at the foot of the sculpture, looked at the lake, and thought quietly that this place was a bit like "Sudasana", the eternal lost paradise.
Sometimes, he thought, he might be promoted to captain after returning to the voyage. Who would the Platonic girl who wanted to marry him marry? Will he have the opportunity to be promoted to grand captain, the highest honor of a Platonic knight?<
/p>
"The human body is weak, and we can only fight with ourselves if we are extremely strong." Schwartz whispered to himself in classical Platonic language.
"Admiral! Admiral?" His guard commander Khwaja interrupted his thoughts.
"What's going on?" Schwartz's thoughts returned to reality, and the calm aura unique to Plato's knights appeared.
"It's really a difficult thing for you to ask me to entertain Admiral Dlamini, the commander of the Seventh Fleet. As soon as he stepped into Messier, he wanted to drink the best wine. He was noisy and disliked the poor vintage of the red wine provided by the base.
." The bronze-skinned Khwaja reported a special thing.
"Just pick up a bottle of wine, print him a label of a century-old wine, and put it on it." Schwartz frowned, looking speechless and disgusted, "After beating him like this, he still has the heart to drink..."
He just hates the stinky military discipline of the Gaia army, so he is willing to station Messier nearly 6,000 light years away.
Khwaja, who had curly black hair, smiled. General Schwartz had a sense of humor and was loved by nearly 600,000 troops throughout the base.
The general immediately hurried back to the base command room.
"I have to discuss countermeasures with Vice Admiral Sanjoin, Chief of the Fleet General Staff. Soon the White Tiger Knights and the 'Hatusa' fleet will gather to surround Messier." He said as he walked.
White Tiger Knights - He probably doesn't know any of the knights anymore. Knights are always very young, because they are as short-lived as a flower blooming. Even if his old acquaintances are still alive, they should have transferred to the space fleet and other departments. Why has he become so nostalgic today?
[1]Sanskrit: Sudar?ana, which means seeing the sky well.