Romance will exist everywhere, but the existence of romance cannot change the cruelty of war. The war in front of us has entered a cruel and intense stage more than two hours after it broke out.
In the universe, the fleet of the Airansil Empire is fighting desperately with the fleet of the Watchers. The entire Higgs war zone is full of broken battleship wreckage.
Some are from the Elanthir Empire, but most are from the slowly disappearing Watchers...
On the ground, the troops of the Airanthil Empire were struggling to block the enemy troops who were trying to take over the entire planet in one go.
As a mid-level commander in the army, Burlison felt that his shoulder embedded with a mechanical arm began to hurt.
He hammered his shoulder hard with his hand, moved his mechanical arm again, and then focused his attention on the map in front of him again.
On the holographic map, enemy troops were attacking his flanks, and on his front, the enemy troops were also exerting pressure.
In fact, when facing the enemy's attack like a tide, Burlison could not even tell where the enemy's real main attack direction was.
At first, he felt that the enemy wanted to cause trouble for him on both wings and then flank his position in the middle.
However, as the battle continues, the current battlefield situation is that the enemy's offensive is almost everywhere, and his defense line is also under enemy attack, and is in danger everywhere.
Behind him, an officer was grabbing the phone and anxiously calling the troops under his jurisdiction: "Hello! Hello? 2nd Regiment? Regiment headquarters? Reinforcements have been sent out! Yes! The reserve team has been sent up! Here we go!
I’ll hold on! Do you understand?”
Next to this officer, another officer grabbed the communicator and loudly ordered with an exaggerated expression: "Don't take a step back! This is General Medias's order! For Ailan Hill! You must be nailed to the position!"
Further away, there were officers who were so angry that they even started to curse: "His Majesty the Emperor is right behind us! If you dare to give up Hill 339, I will shoot you! Bastard!"
In short, the entire headquarters was noisy, and even the voice had to be raised intentionally, otherwise it would be difficult for others to hear clearly.
"The 2nd Regiment of the 3088th Division can't hold it anymore. I asked the independent armored battalion that was reinforced for us to go up... I hope nothing happens." An officer put down the phone and reported the report to Burlison.
Burlison nodded slightly, then walked to an observation hole not far away, picked up the telescope and looked at the position in the distance.
In his telescope, on a mountaintop that was magnified several times, everywhere was filled with black smoke that had not dispersed after the explosion.
The place has been fought over several times, and the wreckage of Destroyer tanks is scattered on the hillside full of bomb craters, mixed with the bodies of the Airanthil Empire's electromagnetic tanks after they were destroyed.
Tracer bullets shot down from the hillside, like raindrops, almost covering the city. But under such an airtight attack, the sweeper troops were like ants, spreading towards the hillside despite the firepower of the attack.
There was another round of airtight shelling. Dozens of shells fell almost at the same time, exploding halfway up the mountain, causing the ground to shake.
But before the gunpowder smoke had time to dissipate, those sweepers who didn't care about the losses came up again, stepping on the corpses of their companions, and rushed up to the high ground.
"I heard that the Royal Guards Fleet has also been dispatched?" For some reason, Burlison didn't mention the war in front of him, but the battle of the space fleet above his head.
Beside him, the adjutant was slightly startled, and then quickly replied: "Yes, sir, the message has been notified to the entire army, and His Majesty has arrived at the front line in person!"
"Your Majesty is right behind us." Burlison nodded, then smiled again: "Then we can't let others see the joke."
He waved his hand and ordered to the officers in front of him: "Order the reserve team to go into battle! No matter what the cost! We must bite the enemy and defend the position!"
"Yes!" Several officers saluted one after another. They all knew that even if they died on the battlefield in this battle, they could not lose the face of their troops! The emperor was watching them from the universe, and they could not take a step back.
!
Being embarrassed in front of His Majesty the Emperor is more uncomfortable for them than dying in battle! Ninety-nine percent of the people who serve as middle-level commanders in the Airanhill Empire today are veterans from the era of Siris's army. They all followed Ai Lanshier.
A person who grew up in the Landseer Empire.
Their fanaticism for the Emperor of the Airansil Empire is much higher than that of the gods they worship. To sacrifice their lives for the Emperor through fire and water can be said to be the highest reward for them!
And those clone commanders who also shoulder the heavy responsibility of command are completely loyal and do not need to be mobilized at all.
"I'm going to the front line! If they want Hill 339, then step over my body!" A clone commander with a QR code printed on his forehead said while buckling the helmet on his own
head on.
"Stop!" Burlison called to the other party, but did not stop him from going to the front line. He just pondered for a moment, and then said: "Take away a guard company! Three times the amount of ammunition!"
"Yes!" The officer was not polite and saluted him again, then got out of the thick concrete bunker and disappeared at the end of the narrow traffic trench amidst the sound of artillery.
In the distant sky, due to complete loss of control, a piece of debris belonging to the Invincible-class battleship of the Airanthil Empire was attracted by the gravity of the planet Higgs 3 and began to slowly fall into the atmosphere.
The shape of the huge hull can still be clearly seen, but as the height decreases, the gradually melting wreckage of the battleship begins to turn red due to friction.
The wreckage dragged its long tail towards the ground, making the entire battlefield look even more desolate and tragic as a background.
A few seconds later, due to being overwhelmed, the huge wreckage disintegrated in the sky, scattering countless meteors and gradually disappearing in the red sky.
The remaining fragments fell and hit the ground. Half of them became bombs rewarded to the watchers, and the other half became self-inflicted wounds to friendly forces on the ground.
The dark shock wave swept across the entire battlefield, carrying sand and dust. On the suddenly darkened position, the light of the tracer bullets became more vivid and shining.
And among the flying sand and rocks, the black golden eagle flag that had been planted on the Ailanshir Empire's position, although it was riddled with holes, was still fluttering in the wind——
