A space battleship of the Airansil Empire is using its own deceleration thruster to move backwards. Its defensive energy is almost exhausted. If it continues to block other battleships, it will be penetrated by the magic defense barrier.
However, because there was no gap in the enemy's attack, the battleship trying to retreat found it extremely difficult to give up its position.
A black ray directly penetrated the thick magic defense barrier in front of the battleship, and then the remaining energy hit the thick steel plate defense belt, leaving dark burn marks on the armor.
The several-meter-thick armor was almost penetrated, and even cracked in some places. However, the battleship still retreated tenaciously and finally gave up its position.
Another pressing battleship began to use its own body to cover its friendly forces, and the gleaming magic defense barrier appeared again, blocking the subsequent incoming black energy rays.
Unfortunately, on the other side of the battlefield, another battleship was not so lucky. It exhausted its energy, and then had no time to retreat, and was penetrated by several black energy piercing the hull.
Huge scars were left on the equally huge and slender hull, and broken steel was scattered around the penetrated armor.
That majestic bridge is exploding at this moment, breaking and collapsing, bringing with it countless messy debris, becoming debris and garbage in the universe.
The parts on the battleship, the twisted half of the turret, even the broken teacup and the shoes without the owner... all of these declare to everyone the cruelty of the battlefield.
Because of the leakage of oxygen and the existence of countless energy and accelerant propellant, the explosion is still blazing in the universe.
But soon, this tragic explosion became silent because it exhausted everything that could burn around it.
All that is left is lifeless, like a body that has lost its soul, floating in the universe, mixed in front of the two armies.
Explosions continued, and the collapse and damage of battleships became commonplace. Not only were the battleships on the Elanshir Empire destroyed one after another, but the Watchers also suffered huge losses.
Just a single salvo from the Airansil Empire fleet was able to sink hundreds of Watcher warships. However, after those warships shattered and exploded, they were immediately knocked away by subsequent warships.
It was indeed knocked open. None of the Guardian troops cared about the wreckage of their own warships. They relied on their rough and thick shells to brutally smash the already broken hulls.
Then, the shells that were forcibly smashed began to gradually evaporate, and the edges seemed to be melted.
"The wreckage on the battlefield has begun to increase! It affects our field of vision and makes dispatching difficult." A staff officer placed the report in his hand on the map table and reminded Lawns.
Lawns nodded and looked at the liaison officer aside, "The pressure on the flanks has not been relieved yet?"
"No! The enemy is attacking our flank... In other words, they are attacking all the contact surfaces! There is pressure everywhere, and it is no longer clear where the enemy's main attack direction is." The liaison officer replied helplessly.
Then, he paused and continued, "Major General Miao has taken the risk to cut into the enemy's flank formation, but the enemy is still desperately attacking our flank formation, ignoring Major General Miao's restraint."
"Are you going to crush me from the front no matter the cost?" Lawns sneered, and then looked at the holographic map. "How is the counterattack of Zaku's troops?"
"The counterattack force achieved significant results. We attacked a huge fleet within a kilometer of the enemy's width and almost wiped out the enemy." The chief of staff immediately replied, "The results can be said to be very brilliant."
"Say no!" Genesis didn't even look at his chief of staff, but he guessed that he had something else he wanted to say later.
"But the opponent immediately launched a new full fleet and continued to maintain the offensive posture." The chief of staff sighed and said, "The next round of Zaku troops' counterattack will not be ready until an hour later.
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"It's really embarrassing! Just over two hours after the war started, the enemy was cornered!" Lawns stared at the map and finally made up his mind, "Rely on the supply space station behind and continue the fight! Let the Royal Guards Fleet continue
Stand by! I want to wait for the other party to reveal his intentions before making any move!"
In fact, he has already felt tremendous pressure. The opponent's almost unintentional full-line attack has really caused too much trouble for the Airanhir Empire fleet.
Unable to determine the enemy's specific combat intentions, they can only respond passively. There is no way around this. The only thing Genesis can do is wait for the Gundam troops on the flanks to create some chaos for the opponent.
However, what Lawns is most worried about is another aspect. What if the enemy is so huge that there is no fixed attack target and no focus of attack?
In other words, the enemy had an absolute numerical advantage and was attacking everywhere in search of breakthroughs. This was what made Genesis despair the most.
No matter which direction he looked at it from, the Watcher troops he faced at this moment seemed more like the latter state.
The opponent is just relying on its absolute numerical advantage to attack wantonly, without any focus or strategic intention at all!
In other words, the strategic intention is to break through the defense line of the Eilanhill Empire's defenders across the board and devour the entire Higgs region!
"Not a small appetite! But it depends on whether you have good teeth!" Lawns snorted in his heart, but his expression became more serious.
Because he knew that the other party actually had this strength, and he didn't even know how long the fleet in front of him could last.
Although there are many warships, including the Royal Guards Fleet, which is also coming, Genesis is still worried about the battle situation in front of him.
At this moment, he didn't even know how many lives and battleships he had to fill in before he could end this battle!
And he doesn't know, even if he uses all his strength to annihilate these damn Watcher troops, will more Watcher troops appear?
This is a desperate reincarnation. Lawns cannot confirm whether the seemingly decisive battle in front of him is the final fight between the two sides to determine the outcome, or whether it is just a prelude for the watcher to devour some.
Time passed by minute by second, and the battle was still going on non-stop. While Genesis was looking at the holographic projection of the entire combat area, his fleet was being cannibalized by the enemy.
The losses are increasing, and the number of casualties has been soaring. The situation on the ground has not yet been calculated, but the losses in the universe are clear at a glance.
So far, the 1st fleet of the Airanhir Empire has sunk battleships, and the number of damaged battleships has even approached!
This is just the beginning of the battle, and the two sides have only been fighting for more than an hour. Once the battle continues, the losses on the side of Eiland Hill will continue to rise.
There is no way, this is an unchangeable status quo. As the battle continues, the pressure on logistical supplies and maintenance will further increase. Eventually, the pressure will be passed on to the frontline combat troops, causing losses to suddenly increase several times.
On the ground, Burleson was also reading a damage report. His troops had lost more than one man, which meant that a full infantry regiment was completely annihilated by the enemy at this moment!
The fighting is still going on, casualties are still increasing, and many troops have even begun to send news that their ammunition reserves are not enough!
From the very beginning, this battle was fiercer than anyone imagined! Everyone seemed so insignificant in this massive battle.
"Record the name of every fallen soldier carefully, and clone soldiers are no exception." Burrison handed the report in his hand to his adjutant, and then seriously ordered, "If any of us can go back alive, then let's
Take these records back! You must, take them back!"
"Yes! Sir!" The adjutant solemnly took the papers with names written on them, not knowing what to say for a moment.
In fact, when the battle has reached this stage, the role of command is no longer very important. Because the enemy's attack has almost no focus, analyzing the battlefield situation is actually no longer necessary.
The current headquarters, at all levels, are only responsible for dispatching tasks, which is to allocate supplementary soldiers and ammunition and materials, and then send them to the frontline troops as much as possible.
Logistics officers can usually do this kind of work well, and there is no need for commanders like Burlison to personally inquire about it.
At the forefront of Burlison's unit, the Eilanhill Grenadier were using all the weapons in their hands to pour down on the enemy in front of them.
For a moment, the entire front of the position was filled with blazing flames, but the densely packed enemy troops rushed out of the flames and launched repeated attacks on the position where the soldiers of the Airanthil Empire were stationed.
It wasn't that the firepower coverage of the Airanhill Empire was not fierce enough. Even at the beginning, everyone was still doubting whether anything could survive such a terrible firepower coverage.
However, as the battle continued, everyone already knew that the number of enemies was actually large enough to be able to advance steadily under the almost airtight firepower of the Elanthir Empire!
Just when everyone was working hard to survive on this tragic battlefield, on the distant horizon, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky, slowly steaming up along with a dull and loud sound from far to near.
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The air waves blew away the clouds, causing the surrounding clouds to squeeze and pile up, eventually forming a huge ring that was piled on the periphery of the mushroom cloud.
On the ground, along with the airflow that spread like knives, there were countless broken debris that were as fast as bullets and as sharp as steel needles.
Everything nearby was swept away, including the massive sweeper troops that were still marching, and nothing was left.
Those seemingly powerful sweepers had long since been evaporated in the hot air, leaving nothing behind.
As expected, the Elanshir Empire's nuclear counterattack began, with one nuclear bomb after another, as if free of charge, hitting the area controlled by the Watchers.
Under such intensive nuclear bomb attacks, it seemed that the entire planet was trembling under blooming mushroom clouds.
The scene in front of us could be described as the end of the world. Behind countless sweeper troops, the huge billowing black smoke almost covered half of the sky.
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In the battleship of the flagship Seris, in a cabin responsible for filing documents, an officer looked curiously at the documents being sorted by two female clone officers.
He reached out and picked up a pile, and before he lowered his head to read the contents, he asked, "What is this?"
A female clone officer who was sorting and filing documents and taking notes said, "This is a message from the captain of the sunk battleship."
The officer was stunned for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head, looked at the pile of messages in his hand, and said in surprise, "Are these all?"
"Yes, these are all." The clone lady nodded and said, "They were just sent..."
Hearing what the female clone officer said, the officer looked down at the papers in his hand in a panic.
He suddenly felt that these things were a little hot, but he didn't dare to let go. This feeling was very bad, and it seemed like something was burning in his chest.
Some obvious wrinkles can still be seen on the telegram paper. It seems that the people who read these telegrams subconsciously pinched the paper.
And on these telegrams, there are simple but extremely heavy sentences line by line.
"All officers and men of the battleship Lily swear to live and die with the battleship! Captain Hawke."
"For Alain Hill! Our ship will fight to the last moment! Captain Russell of the USS Bastion battleship."
"The battleship Dolinis has been damaged and lost control. Goodbye Alan Hill! Goodbye! Captain Howard."
One piece of paper was filled with last words.
These last words, representing each living life, blocked the officer's chest and made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
It was only when he reached the last message that he realized that his eyes were blurry and his face was already covered with tears.
In a state of embarrassment, he reached out and wiped his face with the cuffs of his military uniform, which was full of patterns, completely ignoring the military uniform that he had carefully ironed, tidied and cleaned.
No one laughed at his misery, because the little girl who brought these things also cried, her eyes full of tears, which made people feel pitiful.
The signal soldier who received these messages also cried. The good man cried like a man in tears. But the signal soldier commander standing behind him did not say any words to blame.
In this era, tears are not valuable. But they are still the most direct and true way for people to express their feelings and are precious things.
