"Sir!" Just when Lawns said that Chris arrived at the battlefield in time, an officer rushed in and shouted loudly: "The frontline reconnaissance spacecraft has detected that a large number of enemy spacecraft are approaching! Just before us
front!"
"Okay, no need to guess this time! It's our side!" Lawns seemed to be relieved and finally let go: "Since they are coming towards us, let them see the First Fleet.
of your will!"
"Order, the reserves are on the move! Enter the first-line defensive position!" Lawns turned his head and ordered to his adjutant, chief of staff and others: "Report the positions of other squadrons! Recalculate the distance to the enemy fleet.
distance."
"Sound the battle alarm! Get all personnel back to their posts!" After issuing the order, Genesis looked at the captain of his flagship and calmly ordered.
"As ordered! Sound the battle alarm! All personnel, return to combat positions!" The captain stood at attention and saluted, then turned around and walked towards his command position.
Suddenly, the entire bridge began to become busy. The officers walked nervously to their positions. Many people were talking in low voices and discussing the upcoming battle from various aspects.
"Sir! Just confirmed news! The unmanned patrol ship at the front has lost contact. The last radar image transmitted back shows that there are more than 3,000 enemy ships!" The officer of the reconnaissance force walked over nervously and said.
"It can't be that few!" Lawns sneered and said, "They're just cannon fodder to explore the way ahead! Look at this posture, there are more than 30,000 ships!"
"The 335th reconnaissance fleet on frontline alert sent a message before retreating. There are at least 30,000 enemy ships approaching us!" Shortly after Lawns made his judgment, another officer sent a similar message.
.
Soon, the Watcher fleet that crossed the cordon gradually appeared in front of the main fleet of the Eilanhir Empire.
A staff officer hurriedly walked behind Marshal Lawns and reported: "The 1st Squadron has discovered the enemy ship, the distance is 931, and the main gun is charging!"
On the other side, a staff officer put down the phone and shouted loudly: "The 2nd Squadron is on combat readiness!"
"The 3rd Squadron has been assembled! The squadron reserves have been integrated into the fleet as ordered!" Almost at the same time, another voice came into the ears of Marshal Lawns.
The entire fleet was entering combat mode, and battle alarms sounded shrilly inside one battleship after another.
In the narrow corridor, soldiers rushed to their combat posts. One after another, soldiers pulled off their own spacesuits from the walls where spacesuits were hung, and hurriedly put them on themselves.
"Check the fixed buckle! Otherwise, if the air leaks, you will be finished!" A clone officer helped his subordinate put on the spacesuit and warned.
The new clone trooper nodded, and then began to operate the buttons on his chest according to a process he was familiar with.
"Squeak..." The automatic air conditioning system was turned on, and there was a refreshing airflow in the stuffy spacesuit. The temperature inside the helmet was quickly approaching the most comfortable 26 degrees. The clone with a QR code on his forehead was
After confirming the sealing of his spacesuit, he followed the others and ran to his combat post.
"Adjust the angle of the electromagnetic gun! Check the ballistic computer! Calibrate the shooting elements!" The gunner sat at his position and ordered all his men in the turret: "Charge the electromagnetic system! Be ready to take over manual operations at any time.
Prepare!"
Although there is unified computer control and firing orders are issued by the weapons officer at the general command position, each turret still has its own gunner.
On the one hand, this arrangement is to prepare for manual control when the remote control system fails or is damaged; on the other hand, it is to rely on manual operation to correct the misjudgment of the computer system during melee.
"Yes!" The gunners, who had already taken their positions in the turret and wore transparent helmets, replied loudly without looking back.
In another universe, inside the huge Titan II aircraft carrier, the extremely nervous battle alarm has also been sounded.
In a hangar filled with Z-fighters, clone pilots were sorting out their equipment with the help of ground crews.
"The 3rd Wing will take off immediately! Set up a cordon outside the fleet! The enemy's Killer fighter jets have probably taken off and are approaching!" An officer passed by the pilots who were ready and ordered loudly.
Behind him, a Z-type fighter had been pulled to the ejection device by a trailer driven by the ground crew. A group of work robots quickly stepped forward and pushed the Z-type fighter onto the ejection device.
"Fault detection completed!" Not far from the Z-type fighter that was about to eject and take off, a ground staff member gave a thumbs up to the pilot sitting in the cabin: "Everything is normal!"
"The nuclear bomb has been loaded!" Just under the ramp of the Z-type fighter, the ground crew responsible for loading the ammunition also confirmed that everything was normal in the ammunition loading: "Everything is normal!"
On the flagship Seris, Lawns knew that the enemy troops were already approaching the border in large numbers, so he gave an order: "Let the warships fire freely! No need to wait for orders! The enemy will start attacking as soon as they enter the range! Where is our aircraft carrier fleet? Where is it?"
"
"Yes! Each fleet is free to fire!" An officer followed the order and repeated Lawns' order loudly: "No need to wait for the salvo order!"
A few seconds later, directly in front of the huge 1st Fleet of the Airansil Empire, beams of light shone with dazzling light, illuminating the dark universe, and the battleship's ultra-long-range high-energy Star Destroyer cannon bombardment began.
It may have only been a few dozen seconds when a black energy ray struck from the opposite side. The thick ray hit the magic defense barrier directly in front of the Airanhill Empire battleship, causing bursts of vibrations in these defense barriers.
And when the magic defense barriers shattered and disappeared one after another, other battleships opened fire again, and another dazzling light cut through the darkness, speeding away into the distance.
After hearing Genesis's question, a staff officer resisted looking at the fierce artillery battle outside the porthole and replied: "At position 16... we sent the order two minutes ago!"
"The aircraft carrier fleet has entered a state of combat readiness, and all fighter pilots are on standby!" After a pause, the staff officer continued.
"Where are the Zaku troops?" Lawns continued to ask.
"The Zaku troops are on standby! They are always the last to attack as a counterattack force." The chief of staff looked at the news just confirmed and replied.
Lawns seemed a little dissatisfied with this position, frowned slightly, and ordered: "Let them come closer! There is no need to fight back now... I am lucky to be able to hold on!"
"Yes! Marshal!" The chief of staff immediately nodded slightly and agreed to Lawns.
"Report! The enemy's Killer fighter fleet is approaching!" The radar operator reported the latest changes in the battlefield situation: "A large number!"
Royce walked over quickly, and then he saw the dense reflection of light spots on the radar, with almost no gaps visible.
"There are too many enemy forces... We may suffer a loss if we only rely on Z-type fighter jets." The chief of staff rushed back behind Genesis with a gloomy expression and said.
"I know! I know! All nearby Zaku troops are dispatched! Intercept the enemy's killers as much as possible!" Lawns said: "In addition, let the fleet retreat slowly backwards and make way for the planet Higgs 3.
The flanks!”
"Marshal!" The chief of staff was stunned, and then seemed to want to say something.
"Stop talking! I have to ensure the safety of the fleet!" Lawns seemed to have guessed what the chief of staff wanted to say, and interrupted him to explain.
Then, he had no time to elaborate and just continued to order his adjutant: "Let Medias share some of the pressure. There is no way around it."
In Genesis's view, the most important thing is to keep the fleet stable and avoid the enemy's crazy attack. After all, the space fleet is still there, and there is hope of continuing to deal with it. If the space fleet is completely lost,
, then Higgs 3 cannot be saved.
As the saying goes, if you save the land and lose the people, you will lose both the people and the land. If you save the people and lose the land, you will save the people and the land. Higgs 3 can be abandoned when necessary, but the space fleet must be preserved!
After finishing speaking, he looked at the communications officer and continued to give instructions: "Send a telegram to Medias, telling him that the fleet must retreat as a last resort, and let him be prepared to be surrounded by enemy forces!"
"Yes!" The communications officer immediately turned around and left. After he left, a large number of red clouds representing the enemy were projected on the holographic image of the map.
Because there are so many enemies, when viewed on a shrunken holographic map, they look like a bloody cloud.
"Sir! The first batch of Z-type fighter jets have been released! Marshal! As a strike group, they will bypass the battlefield and launch attacks from the flanks to defeat the enemy's flanks," the chief of staff reported to Lawns.
"Let them do their best." Lawns felt that it seemed a bit unrealistic to expect the nuclear bombs carried by hundreds of Z-type fighters to defeat a Watcher fleet of this size.
However, he still didn't say much, because at this time, perhaps the most important thing was morale.
If the fighter force on the flank can really achieve miraculous feats, then he would be happy to see this idea, which is basically an unrealistic delusion.
"The second batch of Z-type fighter jets have entered our domain... Should we let them press up and intercept these approaching killers?" the chief of staff asked in a low voice.
"Press up! Let them intercept the opponent as much as possible!" Lawns knew that once this order was issued, no one of the Z-type fighter pilots who intercepted the enemy would survive.
These are hundreds of thousands of enemy killer fighter jets! Even if three of five are replaced by one of our own fighter jets, these Z-type fighter jets that intercept the enemy planes will be swallowed up.
"Report! Major Olank called. He will lead the new Gundam mecha to join the battle, enter the battlefield from the side, and try to hold off the enemy killer fleet as much as possible!" A communications officer came over and reported what he had just received.
News arrived.
"Phew!" Lawns, who finally heard the good news, let out a sigh of relief, looked at the communications officer, and said: "Answer him! Don't let him rush into the battlefield! Contain as many flanks as possible.
Stay at enemy fighter planes!”
"Yes!" The officer received the order and immediately turned around and left.
"Delay as much time as possible... That's all we can do now." Lawns looked at the sea of stars outside the porthole and said in a low tone.
"Report! General Mathias called back!" The communications officer who had just gone to send a message to General Mathias came back, held his head high and handed a message to Origins.
"Read it!" Out of trust in Medias, Lawns did not accept the message, but directly gave the order.
"Salute to the marshal! Medias swears to live and die with the position! I wish you victory! Long live the Empire of Elanthir! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"
Genes did not speak, returned a military salute and then solemnly took the telegram from Madias, folded it neatly and put it into his pocket: "The main fleet is approaching! Prepare for artillery battle!"
"Marshal!" The chief of staff once again wanted to raise his objection.
However, Lawns still did not give him a chance: "The enemy has invested so much power at once! Once the army is defeated, it will be hunted down and cannibalized! The only way out is for us to go up! Even if we give up what is behind us,
The strategic depth must also be maximized on the front to block the enemy's offensive, stop the opponent's charge, and enter a stalemate with us at consumption!"
"But! Marshal! We are originally on the strategic reserve! Facing the attrition, we will definitely be unable to continue!" The chief of staff finally couldn't help it and rushed to question.
"It depends on whether our reinforcements arrive first or whether the enemy penetrates us first!" Lawns looked at his old partner and explained: "Didn't you inform Your Majesty of the situation on the battlefield?"
"Your Majesty? Do you really want your Majesty to bring the Royal Guards Fleet up?" The Chief of Staff hesitated for a moment: "It is our incompetence that puts your Majesty in danger..."
"After this war is over, I will apologize to His Majesty! But... now... the only thing closest to us is the royal fleet." Lawns grinned: "Back then, we killed through the ferry wall.
, that great emperor who swung his sword in front of me will definitely come!"
In his mind, he remembered the young man who watched him hack his old master to death on the dock of Fukou City and gave him great trust.
At that time, he knew that that young man was someone worthy of following him throughout his life!