Don't treat Omega as a man [Interstellar]

In the sky above the stronghold planet, the first prince personally controls the humanoid machine to take the lead, and all the echelon teams are lined up behind him in strict preparation for battle, and fly towards space.

The eldest prince Alex stood in the center of the mecha, calmly controlling the direction of flight.His mecha is called Olympus, a tall and strong humanoid machine, symbolizing the most powerful force of the imperial mecha.The entire operating cabin is transparent at all angles, except for the operating console located directly in front, there is nothing else in it, including safety chairs.For His Royal Highness, an excellent student who graduated from the Mecha Academy with high scores, the existence of the safety seat will only hinder his operation.

Only a fool would stumble on his mecha, this is a sentence that Prince Alex often said when instructing recruits.

On both sides of him are two mechas, namely Gerald and Ansel.Logically speaking, Ansel is not qualified to be the escort plane of the prince, but the eldest prince's will is so, and no one will say anything in the face of the enemy.

The royal family is divided into three categories, one is the traitors taken away by Grand Duke Philip, the other is the folly who watched from afar, and the third is the people who follow the eldest prince faithfully.

And the eldest prince Alex knew that the object of these people's loyalty was not himself, but the Laldeac galaxy, the place where they were born and raised.

It is also the place that needs their protection now.

He glanced lightly at the display and checked the time.Less than 10 minutes had passed since they detected the enemy signal, and all the soldiers were already in position. It should be said that this was a breakthrough in the history of imperial warfare.Their current team is more orderly, sharper, and stronger. They have the most advanced mecha technology in several nearby galaxies, as well as the largest number of mecha soldiers.The eldest prince was not worried that his troops would lose. If a war of this magnitude would be lost, then the mecha spirit that the royal family had insisted on for hundreds of years would be completely trampled underfoot.He has never lost in his life, and this time will definitely not be an exception.

But he can't guarantee that all the soldiers will return alive.

The mechs are about to break through the atmosphere, and outside, they will encounter local advance troops.War is imminent.

The eldest prince Alex opened the internal communication.

To all soldiers, including those left on the ground, he said, "You have always been the pride of the Empire."

"Being able to stand here shows that you have passed the most rigorous selection in this galaxy. You have walked on rainy nights, run on mountains of knives, experienced victories, and must have experienced failures. Stand here with your body to protect our country and our people. Now, I give you the right to make the final choice. You can turn around and stay behind. I will not blame you. If you choose to stay, then I hope you can stay behind Finally, make an oath with me."

He leaned down, put his hands on the operating table, stared at the atmosphere ahead, and said in a low and firm voice, "I will protect our galaxy, and I will live and die with this country. As long as there is one person alive , we will absolutely not allow them to invade our territory and kill our compatriots. I will build the walls of the empire to block all invaders, never evade, never compromise."

Hundreds of mechas quietly followed behind him, none of them left the marching team.

The eldest prince took a deep breath and said, "I will fight with you until the last moment, until we win the final victory."

The atmosphere is close at hand, and there is a dead silence in the channel.In the silence, Gerald's roar was carried throughout the ranks.

"Reconnaissance aircraft unit, and!"

Dozens of reconnaissance planes accelerated from the rear and rushed into the atmosphere first.

"Special Forces!"

The special forces broke up into several teams and followed closely behind the reconnaissance fuselage.

"Heavy weapon force!"

The huge humanoid machine carrying the giant turret passed through the atmosphere, making a dull whistling sound.

"Medical soldiers!"

"Team Zero Eight!"

"Division 36!"

"Noah Planet 92 Regiment!"

"..."

One after another, the teams overtook the first prince's mecha and rushed into space.

Gerald called out the names of all the troops participating in the battle.He wouldn't miss a single word, it was his duty as an Imperial General.

Finally, there is Unit Zero.

Before Gerald, Ansel said, "Team Zero, follow me."

As a backup force, they have to replenish troops on the battlefield when there is an abnormality in any theater.

Gerald didn't speak, neither did the eldest prince, but this time Ansel took the initiative to say to them, "We are also soldiers of the empire."

Every brick and tile is a city wall.

"You are in charge of protecting His Highness the First Prince." Gerald said in a low voice.

Ansel smiled, "Happy cooperation."

They didn't say a word, just passed through the atmosphere in silence, and threw themselves into the battlefield.

The war started.

Ren was trying to stuff himself into the vent of the back compartment, but unfortunately, the passage here was too small to allow him to pass through.

Sheng Qingyu sat on the side and luckily, the effect of the medicine applied came up, he now felt the wound hurt like a fire, and it seemed like there were countless ants crawling on it, it was extremely itchy.He couldn't touch the wound, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it, praying in his heart that the effect of the medicine would pass quickly, so as not to delay the next thing.

They can't directly enter the flying ship from here, they still have to go around from the outside.

Ren checked what they each had with them.

He filled the machine gun with bullets, fully charged the power of the microcomputer, and checked the medicine and safety clothing.In addition to the two pieces they were wearing, the two of them had only one safety suit with oxygen generating function left, and it was necessary to ensure that one of them would not scratch the suit.

As for who would bring the dress, the two had quite a quarrel.

Of course Sheng Qingyu wanted Ren to take him with him, but Ren felt that his situation was more dangerous.He was already prepared not to let Sheng Qingyu act alone, but because of this, he was even more worried about whether this guy would collapse due to lack of health.Sheng Qingyu needs more oxygen, his wound is still bleeding.

Maybe it was because of too much blood loss and lack of strength. In the end, Sheng Qingyu couldn't argue, and let Ren hang the clothes on his waist.

"Nonsense." Sheng Qingyu said weakly.

Ren smiled at him, leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

Arastur detected the "brain" signal of Laerta and told them that the war had begun.

"We will arrive at the battlefield in less than an hour," Sheng Qingyu stood up and said, "There are two hundred mechas waiting for Laerta's order."

"We can only attack directly."

Ren raised his head and looked at Sheng Qingyu's face from the side.Sheng Qingyu smiled and patted his forehead.

"Don't think about me," he said. "If you've already thought about it, go ahead and do it. I can keep up with you."

Ren nodded and said, "Lalta doesn't care about us because our strength is too weak. But what if we have humanoid machines? Not one, but two or three?"

"Do you have a spare humanoid machine?"

"No." Ren raised his chin and nodded, "But they have."

"Let's grab their humanoid machine."

Countless mechas shuttled through the artillery fire, and it was hard to tell who was who at a glance.But the soldiers knew in their hearts that they had to defeat the enemy before the opponent made a move, otherwise the next one to die was likely to be themselves.

The battlefield expanded at an extremely fast speed, and almost all of the troops in the Pro galaxy were put into battle. The area of ​​the battlefield spread from three planets to ten planets, and there was a tendency to continue to expand.

The eldest prince led the soldiers to fight on the main battlefield, controlling the main force of the enemy to prevent them from crossing the line, while Gerald and Ansel each guarded a position, protecting the position on both sides of the eldest prince.

The current situation of the war is still favorable for the Laldeac galaxy, but the fast attack tactics of the adjacent galaxy are extremely ingenious, and the different strongholds are scattered and attacked. As a last resort, Gerald can only separate the elite troops under his command. Make every effort to ensure that all strongholds will not fall.

If possible, they should prolong the time. The longer the time, the better for the empire.

But again, it also meant the death of more soldiers.

Gerald controlled the mech and pierced a humanoid machine smaller than him with a dagger, threw it aside, and jumped towards another mecha.The enemy army attacking them now looks like an elite force, and the special forces can fight one of them. In order to avoid unnecessary battle losses, they placed all the local troops in the rear.

He had to clear a way for the soldiers as soon as possible to ensure that they had enough confidence to continue fighting.

Gerald was the youngest general in the empire. He was almost a few years younger than the First Prince. He entered the Mecha Academy at the same time and graduated at the same time.As the captain of the special forces, he had great confidence in his abilities, so he naturally didn't take these opponents seriously.

The only problem is, there are a bit too many of them.

As if a swarm of bees had rushed over, Gerald was dazzled, and dozens of flying planes appeared in front of him, all of which aimed their fire at him.

Gerald was in a bad mood, and there were soldiers beside him who wanted to come to help, but at the moment when those flying planes began to attack him collectively, Gerald decided to push the teammates who came to support him out.

He has to be a live target, and let others take advantage of this opportunity to attack the more important main force.

He circled among the flying planes alone, trying his best to avoid the gunfire.The dagger hit one flying machine, and Gerald threw it on top of the other.In fact, he is also a master at throwing darts, but no one knows it.

It is estimated that no one will know in the future.

More flying planes attacked him, and Gerald refused all support requests. The only order was to attack the main warship.

From him, he could see the flanks of the warship. If they could be knocked down, the pressure on the main battlefield in the middle would be reduced by half.

The shell hit the mech's arm and thigh, and Gerald needed to eject to escape, but he didn't move, waiting for his moment.Seeing that they had succeeded, the enemy soldiers opened fire on him even more wildly, as if they knew that the person sitting here was the right-hand man of the Great Prince of the Empire.

The moment a shell was about to hit the control cabin, Gerald pressed the eject button.

The mech shattered, and he was hit in the stomach by the shards, but the movement of fleeing didn't stop.The enemy army continued to attack him. He manipulated the microcomputer to keep dodging, and when he was about to break out of the encirclement, something flew out of nowhere and pushed the shells that were about to catch up to him aside!

Gerald didn't hesitate. The injuries on his body and the danger now left him no time to think too much. Instead, he covered his wound and looked back after landing on the supply plane.

A humanoid machine the size of an ordinary person shuttled ahead, constantly pushing the shells away.There seemed to be a shielding wall between the thing's hands, allowing him to dispose of all the shells without touching them.

The enemy army was also stunned. At this moment, other soldiers rushed forward and wiped out the enemy completely.

The strange humanoid machine flew over and stopped in front of Gerald.Gerald was half-kneeling on the supply plane, covering his stomach with his hands, his expression could not help but be astonished.

As if he had a tacit understanding, he seemed to know who this "person" was.

The liquid material on the face flowed away, revealing Shirley's face.

"Continue?" She asked lightly.

Gerald looked at Shirley's hand outstretched to him, paused, and then shook it without hesitation.

"Follow me," Shirley said.