Chapter 441 One me fell, and there are thousands of me [5100 words for monthly ticket]
The ninety third-level fleets, whose main mission was to delay time and spy on information, suffered all casualties in these seven months, with more than two trillion people killed.
After experiencing the initial chaos in the head-on confrontation with tens of thousands of prismatic battleships, the second-level fleet has learned a lot about the prismatic ship's particle bombs, black hole bombs, beam impacts, blade beetle swarm impacts, and grid links.
It became more and more profound, stabilized its position, and was able to use numerical advantages and complex and changeable tactics to deal with the enemy, and gradually gained the upper hand.
Although it still could not destroy the enemy ships, the second-level fleet also collected a large amount of information.
Barnard's Star Fleet gained an overwhelming advantage, and the situation looked good both in terms of formation and battle situation.
Although Barnard's fleet still suffered battle losses from time to time, in the face of the extremely large investment of troops, this level of losses was bearable.
The prismatic battleship still has the advantage of maneuverability, but the difference in strength between the two sides is too great.
Once the prism ship enters the battlefield, no matter how it maneuvers and changes position, there will always be human warships nearby that quickly form a formation and mobilize huge energy to suppress it.
Although humans are far less skilled in using energy than those with compound eyes, they can win with quantity.
To give an analogy to the situation of the two parties, the two sides are like a duel at this time. The fighter representing the compound-eyed man holds a three-foot sharp sword with a blood-stained throat, while the fighter representing the human only has a rotten wooden stick.
It seems that human fighters are almost certain to die, but the rotten wooden stick is three feet long and weighs half a ton.
If the stick goes down, the sword-wielding fighter will of course be knocked upside down.
The compound-eyed warship's tried and tested strategy of first dividing the battlefield with grid links and then dividing it into pieces failed.
Because no matter how the prism ships divide the battlefield, every prism ship is in a state of being surrounded.
The ship-borne star cannon, black hole bomb array, anti-matter bomb array, space tearing level high-energy blasting on the cosmic-class giant ship, and the warp impact neutron bomb that incorporates human understanding of the curvature of subspace are comparable in performance to the physical toxin bombs of the original Blade Mantis.
, space collapse cannon, fighter aircraft airborne phase string flow gun, Ostrovite cannon and Ostrovite gun, similar unified force cutting bullets, ultra-high-energy dissolving liquid of devouring secondary life...
Weapons that humans can use are finally available.
However, they failed to achieve the expected results, and they could not even shake the enemy ship's direction.
In the past seven months, the Barnard Star Fleet has lost approximately one million Space-class battleships, more than 30 million Orion Arm battleships, and countless other small and medium-sized ships and fighter aircraft.
The number of compound-eyed ships has never been reduced.
Even if sometimes human weapons can successfully break through the energy-gathering shield on the outer layer of the prism ship, there is nothing they can do about the battleship shell inside.
The scientific workers behind the front have tried their best, but they still can't figure out whether the power of human weapons is only a slight difference, and after passing this line, it will be smooth sailing, or whether the gap is still infinite.
The commanders on the battlefield also exhausted all their wisdom and tried countless methods to form different combination attacks with different native weapons and special weapons, trying to find combination variables that represented hope in the face of the impossible wall of sighs.
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However, it's all of no use.
It seemed that Barnard's star fleet had "trapped" this prism fleet, but in a sense, it was the main battle force of mankind that was dragged to the spot by the opponent.
At this time, the ninety original third-level fleets were almost completely destroyed, but the intensity of the war in the hundred major theaters did not weaken at all.
More and more reserve forces are being deployed on the battlefield.
Young adults and even the elderly among the aborigines of planetary systems in various war zones have successively enlisted in the army and rushed to the battlefield.
As for the children in the war zone galaxy and the elderly who really cannot cope with the intensity of battlefield operations, they have already boarded escape ships and retreated to the rear of the outer circle.
The sixty-four development sectors have also completed wartime deployment. In addition to dispatching spare personnel to reorganize the third-level fleet, more and more frozen embryos, as well as various colonial fields such as education, psychology, and construction, have been dispatched.
Experts and scholars inside were sent to the escape fire ship to try to send more people out of the Orion Arm.
The plan to artificially train reserve soldiers has also been strictly implemented.
The human population began to multiply rapidly.
More spare Dyson membrane seeds are being put into more and more idle planetary systems, just to develop and utilize the energy of more stars.
Spare modular planetary construction units have also been launched at full speed. These are temporary settlements established to complete the rapid reproduction plan.
In fact, it is extremely unfair to these children to be born at this moment.
But there is no other way.
Humanity has no retreat.
Either win this war, or try to hold the enemy in Orion's arms for as long as possible, so as to at least give those who escape a little more chance of survival.
Maybe a large part of these children will not wait until they grow up, but if the base is large enough, even if the Compound Eyes sweep over from galaxy to galaxy, there will always be someone who can successfully grow up.
So, when one generation falls, there will be another generation.
When the leaders of the Morrowind Empire discovered that their compatriots in the Proxima Galaxy were being massacred without any resistance, they had already formulated this plan of a century-long struggle that was both cruel and full of hope.
The survivors of the Morrowind Empire had only one thought: even if they were defeated, they would drag their enemies within Orion's arms for hundreds of years.
There is no need for Chen Feng to teach them. This generation of salvation will have a new concept.
The significance of our sacrifice is not only for the victory of the next timeline, but also for the victory of our generation.
As long as the escaped Earthlings can quietly establish even one thriving colony in a place where the Compound Eyes cannot find them, and as long as humans can still exist in the universe, we will have the final victory.
When Chen Feng looked at the Morrowind Empire star map for the first time, he discovered some information flow threads outside the map.
These threads represent the so-called scientific research and exploration spacecraft that has traveled five thousand light years away. It not only shoulders the mission of exploration, but also bears the mission of taking away the fire of civilization.
The exploration spacecraft is staffed by a hundred people. In addition to the most experienced and reliable navigators, operators and mechanics, it is also equipped with engineers in various fields that are enough to establish a complete colony, and they are all equipped with independently operating quantum intelligence stars.
sub-body.
Each spacecraft carried anywhere from a hundred thousand to hundreds of thousands of frozen embryos.
With the extreme speed performance of these spacecrafts that are 20 times the speed of light, it will take at least hundreds of years and at least three generations of efforts to fly to the Perseus Arm and the Sagittarius Arm.
The members of these small spaceships will spend their entire lives in this small space. The journey is of course long and the journey is difficult, but as long as they can survive, it is success.
But in front of the spacecraft represented by the extraterritorial silk threads that Chen Feng saw, there were more long-distance spacecrafts that set off earlier and flew at a slightly slower speed.
They have already taken the initiative to cut off contact with the Orion Arm.
There are also some 20 times the speed of light hyperwarp spacecraft that basically set off at the same time, but also cut off the connection with the Orion Arm, quietly submerged, and never returned.
Some are bait, some are real seeds.
Everyone has a different mission.
The entire huge escape plan designed by the Escape Research Institute is not only consistent with probability, but also a gamble on luck and full of wisdom.
In the eighth timeline, when humans were just leaving the solar system for Proxima Centauri, countless Endeavors fell to various uncontrollable cosmic natural disasters along the way.
What humans are leaving this time is the Orion Arm.
The crises lurking in the cantilevers of different galaxies are beyond human imagination.
The radio storm released when the huge black hole in the galactic center accidentally sucks in a star, the space crack caused by the distorted gravity that can destroy the curvature of the subspace, the huge dark energy river that seems empty but actually moves the star's tomb...
In addition to these natural disasters, previous escape ships continued to send back intelligence before being destroyed.
The spherical battleship that the sage Chen Feng once mentioned had never appeared before, first appearing outside the Orion Arm, wandering between the Orion Arm and the Hercules Arm, chasing escape ships everywhere.
Not only that, five days after the destruction of the Proxima Centauri system, the hundreds of prismatic battleships that destroyed Proxima Centauri also appeared scattered outside the territory of the Morrowind Empire, blocking humanity's way to the Perseus Arm and the Centaur Arm.
The route that humans use to advance through hyperwarp motion seems to be completely under the control of the compound-eye prism ship.
Even the lurking fleets that were not in contact with the Orion Arm were still found one after another.
But no one felt despair. This was expected. From the beginning, no one imagined that they could leave easily.
The scattered escape fleet made a quick decision and changed their movement mode, retreating from hyperwarp movement at twenty times the speed of light to conventional propulsion infinitely close to the speed of light.
Without the protection of subspace, the threat index of natural disasters in the universe to escape ships has increased again.
The time it takes for humans to reach the next cantilever becomes thousands of years.
But countless escape ships are still moving forward.
No one knows how many survivors will survive.
But that's not important.
How can there be any eggs under the cover of the nest?
Born in the Milky Way, who can live with it?
When Chen Feng was checking the battle report, the second batch of reorganized third-level fleets had just entered the battlefield less than fifteen days ago. They had taken over the responsibility of the theater's own reserve forces and once again held back the prism fleet that was clearing the galaxy planets and space stations in the theater.
Since then, the war has entered its second phase.
The Morrowind Empire named this stage "Stalemate".
Humanity does not admit that this is a defeat.
As long as one of the thirty-five trillion people within Orion's arms is still breathing, it is not a defeat.
Millions of years ago, the Myth tribe that ruled the galaxy perished at the hands of the Compound Eye civilization, which had not yet mastered the prism technology. The war lasted for thousands of years.
The most ideal outcome of this war calculated by Fanxing is that humans can persist for about a hundred years.
It seems that humans are much weaker than the Lost Race, but this is not absolute, there are deeper reasons.
It only took a thousand years for mankind to develop from a level 0.7 civilization in the 21st century to a technological level that can theoretically reach a level three civilization.
Being fast is an advantage for humans, but it is also a disadvantage.
The time left for people on earth to develop is too short.
The strength of a civilization depends not only on the level of science and technology, but also on the size of its territory.
Even if human beings still only have the current technological level, if human beings have footprints all over the Milky Way, and the strategic depth is the entire Milky Way's diameter of 100,000 light-years, then the relationship between victory and defeat is really not yet known.
In these short seven months, humans have shown much stronger war potential and tenacious fighting spirit than the Mi tribe.
Billions of years later, when civilizations in other extragalactic galaxies see this war through photoelectric messages, they will also be amazed by human beings' determination and war talent.
Humanity has used all resources to the extreme and exerted all existing scientific research capabilities to the extreme.
The idea of war command is not limited to the battlefield, but the entire civilization has quickly entered war mode.
It is obvious that every person on earth is an individual with independent thinking and unlimited creative possibilities, but in this war, they have incredibly reached a unified belief.
Obviously survival is the highest belief of all intelligent life, but there are always trillions of individuals on earth rushing to the battlefield one after another.
Although there are several intelligent races within the Orion Arm that have a more unified ideology than humans.
But the reason for the idea of racial unity is either the proliferation and division of all individuals from the same mother body, or the genetic suppression of lower individuals by absolutely centralized higher individuals, or the kind of compound-eyed clones that directly eat up differences of opinion.
who.
A civilized race like human beings that is both a perfect independent individual and extremely united is simply unbelievable and does not conform to the basic laws of the universe.
Needless to say, the brain potential and thinking talent of the people on earth are different. Everyone is different, but they do not consider themselves at all.
You haven't been forced to control your thoughts, so you can't beat me anyway. Shouldn't you run away in despair?
It is emotion that prompts people on earth to violate individual biological instincts without hesitation and make choices that meet the needs of the group!
Emotions that are superior to individual survival beliefs are the core basis for human beings to use the power of the entire family to create miracles in the universe.
The reason for this may never be understood by intelligent beings whose control over emotions cannot reach the level of humans.
The selfish people in the universe who believe in survival will never understand why some people are willing to risk their lives for the welfare of their offspring; why some people hold bombs in their hands knowing that they will die; why maternal love can make a weak woman lift a car; why there are
The people on earth are willing to sacrifice everything to fight against the disaster that will happen thousands of years later that has nothing to do with them...
Although Chen Feng had not been to the battlefield in person, he could guess that those compound-eyed warriors in the seemingly stable ships were probably fighting with fear at the same time.
In the previous timeline, the compound-eyed man's contempt for human beings continued until the last moment. Chen Feng single-handedly drove the Star Blade Colossus out before disappearing completely, and took the initiative to ask his name.
Of course, it was also a trap to seduce Chen Feng and try to capture him.
But this time, the compound-eyed person may have tasted the horror of human beings from the beginning, and is glad that he acted early enough.
When Chen Feng thought of himself, he read the last important message again and sighed.
This is why he deliberately restrained himself from following up on battle reports in real time.
He was really afraid that he couldn't control himself.
Even before the war started, the human leadership was already frantically looking for him.
The imperial government even established a special agency called the Shadow of the Sage.
The institutions of the Philosopher's Shadow are spread across the major planetary systems in the Orion Arm, with a total of tens of millions of members, including countless historians, biologists, philosophers, experts in reasoning, and those with talents in investigation.
But Shadow of the Sage took the wrong direction from the beginning.
Historians conducted rigorous arguments on the historical materials handed down from Salvation and came to a conclusive conclusion.
Every time Chen Feng comes across time, he must directly replace a descendant who looks exactly like him, has a very high genetic similarity, and also has the same name.
This has happened eight times in a row.
There is no reason for an accident to happen the ninth time.
The result is that since 2980, anyone who looks exactly like Chen Feng in historical data and whose underlying genetic information is more than 99.97% similar, regardless of their parents' surnames, will be named Chen Feng and will be automatically included in the candidate list.
, they all chose to join the army without hesitation, and regardless of their talents, they all became private soldiers in the reserve barracks.
There are so many Chen Feng in Orion Arm that Chen Feng must add a numerical code after their name.
The code numbers start from 1 and go up to hundreds of thousands.
If a Chen Feng dies for some reason, and someone happens to pass the genetic comparison, then that person's code name will be inherited.
All people named Chen Feng generally know the principle of being replaced, and know that their consciousness will completely disappear and become a non-existent person.
But no one has a grudge. Every Chen Feng hopes to be replaced by a true sage.
In the 31st century, this idea is actually very superstitious and very unscientific.
But that's what people do and expect.
It's a pity that people made fatal mistakes again.
No one expected that Chen Feng would use his own body to resurrect on earth this time.
Scholars are too superstitious about the golden rules of salvation and believe that if all humans in the solar system are wiped out, it will be impossible for Chen Feng to appear on his home planet.
The shadow of the sage has become dark under the lamp, and he has not returned to the long-destroyed solar system.
With the outbreak of war, the Shadow of the Sage had to cease its activities.
One after another Chen Feng rushed to the battlefield.
But until the war entered the second phase, the leadership of the Morrowind Empire did not wait for the expected sage to reveal his identity.
Some people speculated on the sage's plan, thinking that he might have other plans, so he deliberately lurked in the army, intending to collect information first, adapt to the times, and restore his abilities.
He is so dazzling that once exposed, he might be beheaded by the compound-eyed ones.
He must be fully prepared before he appears and can turn the tide.
A sage always has his own considerations, and he will never die accidentally in a war.
Because he is Chen Feng.
This concept was very popular and was quickly recognized.
People struggling in despair often secretly guess that maybe the Chen Feng next to them is him.
In short, he must be watching us somewhere, fighting alongside me or other comrades.
This almost superstitious concept supports the will of many warriors.
After reading the information, Chen Feng shut down Weixing's intelligence system.
He continued to ponder the taste inside, and he could no longer be a secret observer.
At this moment, an alarm suddenly sounded in the command room.
Chen Feng was shocked and quickly retrieved the details of the alarm.
It wasn't that he was found by the Compound Eyes or others, it was an accident that happened at Forides.
Freders, who was dismantling quantum intelligence chips five kilometers underground on the planet, was attacked!
The life monitoring system showed that Freders' heartbeat had stopped!
Consciousness is dissipating at an extremely fast speed!
Thirty seconds later, Chen Feng, wearing Galaxy Armor, broke through the cover of the armor room and rushed out.
