In the vast universe, a slender and graceful battleship is speeding forward rapidly.
Its thrusters are emitting dazzling light, like a meteor, piercing the dark universe.
There are beautiful stars in the distance, and there is a star burning fiercely nearby. The huge hull of this gray-white battleship looks so small against the stars.
The side of this battleship is an eleven-digit number, and the white numbers extend from the bow and side of the battleship all the way back.
The bow of this battleship is a huge golden eagle with spread wings, and below the eagle's sharp claws is a black shaped cannon muzzle.
It is a heavy cannon that can destroy planets. It can heat the core of the earth and make the mantle boil. It is a very terrifying super weapon.
In the brightly lit bridge, countless screens displayed various data. A clone with a QR code on his forehead typed out a series of instructions in front of the console.
"Open the information collection module! The sensor is activated!" A crew member wearing glasses pressed the button and reported loudly.
The first mate stood in his position with his hands behind his back and his chin held high, temporarily taking charge of the work: "Course 856, speed sub-light speed...correct the gravity of the star...pay attention to orbital changes!"
"The right attitude engine has entered automatic standby mode! Attitude engines 3 and 7 have just been ignited." A robot controlled the attitude engine and made a series of corrections to the gravity.
"Lay out the beacon! Leave the work of drawing the nearby star map to Gangya No. 131 behind. Let's maintain speed!" the adjutant continued to give the order.
"Release Beacon No. 11 from the left dock! Release Beacon No. 12 from the right dock!" Another robot responded immediately.
On both sides of the fast-moving battleship, protected by the illuminated magic circle, two giant devices as large as a cruise ship were thrown out of the hatch.
After breaking away from the battleship, these two devices began to emit signals, scan the entire nearby space, and send encrypted signals in specific directions.
"The unmanned reconnaissance spacecraft No. 98883768223 sent back a detection signal! It seems to have discovered a Class A planet..."
"Naturally formed habitable planet?" The adjutant was stunned for a moment, then bent down slightly and grabbed the phone on the console next to him: "Sir! The unmanned reconnaissance spacecraft has reported feedback, it may be a Category A planet... Okay, I
knew."
"The captain will arrive on the bridge in 5 minutes!" After hanging up the phone, he raised his head and reminded everyone loudly: "Until the captain arrives, maintain the original order."
"Yes! Sir!" Everyone responded loudly.
"This is the 318th day since the battleship Samsara arrived in the new universe... We have placed the seeds of the Tree of Life on 17 planets. The magic energy here is quite thin, so the progress of the planet improvement plan is very average."
"We have not found any planets with signs of life here, so we can only regard this newly discovered universe as an energy collection base."
"The engineering spacecraft will release Dyson clouds around more than two hundred known stars, and the accumulated energy will be used to develop other galaxies."
"I hope everything goes well, at least we don't have to fight a tragic war with the local aboriginal people like in the previous universe."
After closing the electronic diary, the navigator picked up the bitter tea at hand and looked boredly at the sea of stars outside the window.
It is now the 310th year of Airansil. With the continuous development of new worlds, the entire empire is now a behemoth spanning 21 universes.
With successive successes, the entire empire is prospering, and its national power can be described as terrifying.
These many universes have provided a huge amount of resources to the Airansil Empire, and its expansion has also allowed the Airansil Empire to verify countless latest technologies.
In the past three hundred years, the entire empire has experienced two tragic foreign wars, with direct losses of tens of billions of people. Countless materials were consumed in these wars, and the impact of the wars has not been completely eliminated until now.
"Buzz...bah..." The hydraulic door released the gas, then opened to both sides, and a middle-aged man walked into the bridge command room.
The adjutant immediately saluted and sang loudly: "Stand at attention!"
Everyone stood up and saluted the man who walked in.
The man returned a military salute and then said: "After the salute! Let's continue working!"
After hearing the order, everyone sat back down and continued their work.
"How's it going?" The man walked to his seat, sat down calmly, glanced at the adjutant beside him, and asked.
The adjutant immediately replied: "I just confirmed that the unmanned reconnaissance spacecraft No. 98883768223 sent a message, saying that a Class A planet was discovered."
"This is really good news." A smile appeared on the captain's face: "Is there any life response?"
"Not confirmed yet! Sir!" the adjutant immediately replied: "Because the distance is too far, there is no further news yet. The second return message is expected to arrive in 15 minutes."
"That's really a long distance." The captain sighed, and then casually ordered: "Bring me a cup of bitter tea, as usual, thank you."
"Okay!" The adjutant immediately turned around and went to arrange the captain's drinks.
"Send a signal to Gangya No. 131 and Barney No. 193 and other ships behind me... saying that I am going to confirm the space where the unmanned reconnaissance spacecraft No. 98883768223 is located." The captain continued while waiting for his bitter tea.
ordered.
Because there are too many battleships, a series of problems arise when naming battleships.
It is obviously impossible to have more than a billion nouns in the existing vocabulary, so in the end we can only use numbers to mark them.
However, due to sentimental issues, each battleship still has its own name. Most of the battleships built subsequently can only add a number after the name they selected.
At the beginning, the number was very small, but later it became more and more, so much so that one battleship had more than a hundred names with the same name...
Then he leaned on his chair: "Let Gangya 131 continue working, and let the great Victory 98 follow up to fill the position of our ship."
"Yes, sir!" the signal soldier replied immediately.
"Your tea!" The adjutant came back, holding a teacup that was still slightly steaming.
"Thank you!" The captain took the tea cup, thanked him, and then continued to look at the not-so-detailed star map on the screen.
"The jump engine is fully charged and ready to start," the officer in charge of the engine reported.
Although most of the star field is still an unknown area that has not been explored, places where unmanned reconnaissance spacecraft pass by can still guarantee the basic safety of the jump.
"Calculate the communication gap! After receiving the signal, jump immediately." The captain ordered: "Transmit the log to the flagship of the Saint-Mahil!"
"Yes! Sir!" The bridge became busy, and everyone was preparing for the jump.
"The second contact from the unmanned reconnaissance spacecraft No. 98883768223 came back...it seems...to have found signs of life!" After confirming it, the adjutant excitedly reported the news he had just received to the captain.
"The jump begins!" The captain gave the order to jump, and then looked at the adjutant: "Very good! At least, this trip won't be so boring!"
More than an hour later, in the imperial ruling hall of Ailansiris, the attendant took small steps and handed a message to the chief attendant.
The chief attendant lowered his head to read the contents, nodded and walked into the main hall behind him with the message.
The solemn hall is flanked by sculptures dozens of meters high. These solemn statues are the great men who established this empire.
"Prime Minister! Your Highness!" He handed the message in his hand to a young man with sharp ears, and the chief attendant immediately bowed and stepped back.
The young man known as His Highness glanced at the content of the telegram and looked at the Prime Minister beside him with a smile: "Mr. Desel, it seems that there is life in the newly connected Universe 21."
"Oh?" The robot sitting next to the young man stretched out his jade-white arm, took the message from the young man's hand, looked at it, and then said: "I hope there won't be another outbreak of Universe 19.
war……"
"The empire is never afraid of war! This is what the emperor often talks about." His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the emperor, who is less than 300 years old this year, said with a smile.
As an immortal species, His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the Emperor, is still a young man today, but the young man Desel died a hundred years ago because he was unable to practice magic.
Now, he has been transformed into a puppet robot by his soul and has been working as the Prime Minister of the Empire.
However, under him, including Alves, the empire already has seventeen prime ministers - after all, managing a huge empire with 21 universes is not an easy task.
"Hundreds of planets are affected every day, and tens of billions of people are born, old, sick and die every minute..." Des said with emotion: "Your Highness, when you manage such a huge empire, you cannot let your heart become indifferent! If only
If you regard life as a number, you will lose yourself in the temptation of power."
"Teacher, you are right to remind me. I will reflect on it often." The eldest son of the emperor nodded, and then asked Des for his opinion: "Should Fan Kefaar go or let Farai go? Since there are aborigines in Universe 21, we must not
The possibility of a new war is no longer considered."
"Reinforcements must be sent out. Now our troops are scattered in 21 universes, and there are only a few that can be mobilized." Des, who has been transformed into a robot for more than a hundred years, said: "Go to the demons.
Is the killing too heavy?"
Recognizing Des's words, the eldest son of the emperor smiled and said: "Then... let Marshal Plunk Aike go. He and Maher are old partners, the twin swords of the empire, hahaha.
"
Even though three hundred years have passed, humans still have the most respected status in the Elanthir Empire. As long as His Majesty the Emperor Chris is still here, this status cannot be shaken even a little bit.
…
"The unmanned reconnaissance spacecraft No. 98883768223 discovered thermal energy on the surface of this planet! It is speculated to be a weapon!" The adjutant said in the bridge of the battleship No. 402 of the Holy Sword of Elanthir that had just arrived in the star field where the unmanned reconnaissance spacecraft No. 98883768223 was located.
Report to the Captain.
"They are attacking our reconnaissance spacecraft?" The captain frowned after hearing the report and crossed his hands.
To be honest, after serving in the Airanhill Empire fleet for so long, he already knew what this behavior meant - war!
"No, it seems that they are engaged in a war on the ground. The civilization on this planet does not have any outer orbit weapons, so it is impossible to threaten the unmanned reconnaissance spacecraft No. 98883768223." The adjutant explained.
"A backward civilization?" The captain raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, a backward civilization that doesn't even have satellites." The adjutant said, "There is no threat."
"Send out an unmanned reconnaissance plane! Get closer for reconnaissance! Confirm the civilized status here and prepare for landing." The captain casually ordered.
Since the opponent's civilization level is too low, there is nothing to be nervous about. The possibility of a war breaking out is almost zero. Even if a war breaks out, it cannot be called a war, it is simply a massacre.
"Do we need to take action?" The communication channel came up, and an unpleasant voice rang.
"We have taken over this place, the Warship Warship, please leave immediately!" the adjutant scolded unhappily.
"..." After a short silence, the ugly voice came from the other side again: "As you wish."
At this moment, a panoramic image of the planet not far away appeared on the monitor, and a blue planet appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
If Chris were standing here at this moment, he would definitely recognize the planet in front of him at a glance!
That was a coastline that he was familiar with, a very, very familiar coastline! As long as he took one look at it, he could mark the coastlines of many familiar big cities in his mind!
For many years, he has been dreaming about the place he has been missing! A place called Huaxia!
"The drone has entered the atmosphere! Data analysis shows that the gas composition is exactly the same as the air... This place is exactly the same as our Airan Siris!" The pilot controlling the reconnaissance aircraft shouted in surprise: "Turn on the visible light
Stealth! Eliminate heat signals! Height 20,000 meters! All signals are normal! The collector is turned on, they are using a large number of radio signals... Data transmission begins, classification and analysis is left to the computer! Launch nano swarms! Close reconnaissance begins! "
In the bridge, everyone looked up and stared at the monitors showing various pictures. After the bee swarm was released, various pictures began to light up one by one on the sub-displays.
"Oh my god..." The captain raised his head, looked at one of the pictures, and subconsciously exclaimed.
In that picture, a Me-109 fighter jet that had long been lying in the Imperial Museum of Ireland was fighting with a P-51 fighter jet that was also lying in the Royal Museum.
"Guess what I heard?" The other sergeant who pressed the earphone looked at his commander with wide eyes: "I heard the same language as us!"
"...Are you kidding?" The officer was stunned for a moment, and then asked in disbelief: "What are they talking about?"
"Someone is attacking them! Some enemies who speak a language they don't understand are attacking these people who speak the language of God!" the sergeant said.
"Get the electromagnetic gun ready!" After hearing his words, the captain coldly ordered: "Notify the interstellar paratroopers! Let them start landing!"
Hill put on the mask on his face and looked at his good friend Sun Rui beside him: "Okay! It's our turn! Turn on the stealth system and prepare to escape from the reentry cabin!"
In the small space, one after another, the interstellar paratroopers gradually disappeared amid the flashing red lights in the bumpy reentry cabin.
"Long live my emperor!"
"Long live Ailan Hill!"
There was a loud shouting in the communication channel.
…
On the ground, a sergeant with a sanitary beard hurriedly walked up behind the officer with a samurai sword on his waist: "Sir Takeda... there was sudden strong interference in the radio. What, nothing can be received..."
"Baga!" the leader, Chief Takeda, cursed angrily, but suddenly he saw things burning and falling into the atmosphere one by one in the sky behind them.
"Nani?" He frowned, pressed the command knife, and for some reason felt a pair of eyes staring at him from behind him.
Right on the back of his collar, a mechanical scout bee smaller than a dandruff was shaking the sensor on its head, like an elf.
Behind the collar of everyone present, if you look carefully, there is such an elf flapping its wings.
In the bridge of the battleship in far-Earth orbit, the petty officer responsible for controlling the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft looked at his superior: "Sir! The swarm is in place and the self-destruction system can be activated at any time."
