Interstellar leader

"A small team reported that no enemy planes were found in Area A of the mainland."

"Not in Area B. Not in Ocean Two."

"The enemy forces in area d where the command center is located have made some moves. They are coming from the Hengduan Mountains at 150 degrees north latitude and [-] degrees east longitude. Currently, the detectors show that there are about three squadrons... No! My God! There are so many of them! "

Then, there was a messy rustling sound from the communication channel, and the old man listened solemnly until it also returned to normal.The excited trembling voice of the captain of the small team came again: "We have just been disturbed by a large-scale pulse bomb. The electronic components have been restored now. Your model should also show that we have traveled west to the west longitude [-] In the area around [-] degrees, the latitude remains the same, and they have about one aerospace aircraft brigade and two ground fighter squadrons. They did not catch up, and they were still hovering over the information center."

"Have you yelled at them?" Li Qing asked the old man in a low voice.

"I've called out a long time ago. They refused to surrender. It seems that they are going to stick to this place." Mr. Lancelot drew a circle in the area of ​​the ground information center.

Every galaxy has at least one information center, which is the center of the defense circle.There are many completed or semi-completed starships parked on the central star, many military warehouses are hidden, and there is also the most complete information center in the entire empire except the imperial capital, equipped with the supercomputer Xinghe-[-]. To the key to the entire galaxy.The Casta galaxy has a transition point to the imperial capital. If the Republic wants to attack the imperial capital, it must control Casta.

"Stick to Casta... It seems that after the request for peace was rejected, Christopher I did not intend to surrender."

"What we want is unconditional surrender. Of course the emperor is not willing to accept it. When his power is taken away, he is just a prisoner sitting and waiting to die." The old man said seriously: "Maybe the people in the empire who want to kill him are more We have more."

"Indeed." Li Qing typed a few strings of characters on the optical computer at the side, and a permission box popped up.He chose one of the aerospace planes and entered his permission changes into it. "But it's not his fault..." he said softly.

"Who can't be blamed?" The old man asked strangely.

"Christopher. It is inevitable for human beings to move from feudalism to a superior system. Only after decay and decline will there be new life. The building will collapse, and it is irreversible to rely on personal strength alone. The failure is only because of this moment... Everyone They are all bound by the times and destiny, without exception."

When the old man saw that he was about to go out the door, he came back to his senses from these words. "Little brat, where are you going?"

"Don't worry about where I go, as long as you know that your little brat won't be hurt." Li Qing walked out of the command cabin without looking back. There were still many people on the starship, so he tried to avoid them.He came to the weapon bay at the tail, found the aerospace plane numbered a18, and put his finger on the fingerprint lock.After making all the preparations, the hatch opened, and the plane separated from the starship and headed towards the information center.

In the air at 150 degrees north latitude and [-] degrees east longitude, a large black fighter plane hovered among the clouds like crows. All the detectors were ready to point in all directions, and even a little wind and grass could clearly show it.The fighter pilots of the Empire held their breaths and concentrated, and the dull depression was like a black cloud before the storm shrouded their heads.

They knew that the empire had failed since the Rockefeller attack and defense.A country that has lost [-]% of its space fleet has lost the ability to protect its homeland. Coupled with the poverty and decline of a large area, the mood of depression has spread to every planet within the empire.The aristocrats enjoy the last night of singing and singing, turning a blind eye to the poor on the streets who die of illness every day, and the treatment of the soldiers is getting worse and worse, because all the wealth is used to build more war machines.

"We will defend this land to the death." The commander of the fighter jet squad said to the communication platform.In fact, when he said this, he was thinking that if he died in battle, whether his wife and children would be bullied by nobles in the imperial capital, whether they could go to the best school, whether they would lose their source of income, if the imperial capital was Capture, can they live well, what will the future look like...

He was a poor boy who came up from the slums of a cold planet. His original purpose of joining the army was to have enough food and a warm place to live.He didn't want to die for this ruthless country that served the nobility, not at all.

"Sir, what's that?" His deputy's surprised voice sounded from the side, and the deputy pointed to a looming fluorescent blue spot on the screen, which was rapidly moving towards the defensive circle.

"A fighter plane? No, why is there only one? Could it be an unmanned reconnaissance plane...it's too big to be like that." Just as he was thinking about what it was and was discussing with his adjutant, the plane rushed into the air. into their defensive circle.He looked at the aerospace fighter, with a familiar painting and shape, it was the Republic's mainstream fighter Death Butterfly II.

He was stunned and didn't know how to react for a moment.After so many years on the battlefield, this is the first time he has encountered such a situation. What is this?Fighter suicide?And in a battle where the advantage is so obvious...it shouldn't be happening.It wasn't until the plane avoided beam after beam of lasers with unimaginable dexterity, crossed the encirclement and interception of several groups, and rushed towards the command center, that he yelled out as if waking up from a dream: "What are you still doing? ! Shoot it all!"

At this time, the fighter plane had already started to dive towards the information center, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the commander's palm. "It's going to destroy the center! Shoot at it!" In his panic, he didn't even think about why he didn't just shoot the land with starships if the army of the Republic wanted to destroy the information center.

No matter how skilled the pilot of that plane was, the fuselage was still hit by the dense rain of bullets, disintegrated and fell down amidst the dazzling electric light and explosion sound.There was no unexpected glider deployment in the air, and the pilot should have been blown to pieces.The commander sat down again in his seat, but he still felt that there was something wrong in his heart.

On the other side, the pilot who was supposed to die at high altitude experienced a perfectly symmetrical acceleration and deceleration, and landed softly like a fallen leaf at zero speed.He calmly tidied up his clothes that had been blown by the wind, and walked towards the entrance of the white building not far away.

In order to ensure that the information center is not destroyed in conventional bombing, it is generally built underground, and only a hard vault and two doors for people to enter and exit are exposed on the ground.Li Qing came to the front door and closed his eyes. Within three seconds, the security system on the door completely failed. The solid alloy door slid open without a sound, and the young man walked in as easily as if he was walking in his own backyard.

He turned the corner and bumped into a researcher in a white lab coat.The middle-aged man froze for a moment, looking at the young man's attire in front of him: a black military uniform, an eagle emblem pinned to the collar of the gray shirt, which was the symbol of the Supreme Command of the Republic, and the dark blue trench coat covered the epaulets. But this person doesn't need a rank to say who he is—if an Imperial soldier has such a poor memory that he can only remember the face of one of the Republic's top generals, that senior general must also be Isaac Lancelot.Not only because of his unimaginable beauty, but also because he brought immeasurable losses to the empire.

"Lance—"

Of course, a researcher's fighting skills cannot be compared with that of a non-human with an S-level gene. He was knocked unconscious to the ground as soon as he opened his mouth.Li Qing opened the laboratory next to him with his hand, found the uniform of the experimenter in the dressing area, changed into a clean and simple white shirt and black pants, found a pair of strong light protective glasses that were opaque from the outside, put on the unlucky man. The researchers were locked in the empty laboratory and continued to walk in.

He encountered many busy soldiers on the way, and their faces were full of anxiety and worry without exception. They quickly shuttled between various offices and command centers, and had no time to pay attention to the people passing by them. Is the outline familiar or not?

A set of uniforms can make them ignore who comes, rather than saying that their vigilance is too low, it is better to say that they never thought that this place would be sneaked in quietly.Even if there are people who feel that something is not right, they will quickly forget it. They can no longer bear the slightest blow, and that will be the last straw that crushes the morale of the army.

Marshal Jonathan sat in the control room of the Casta Information Center, which also housed the Casta Line Command.He looked anxiously at the base model of the information center, which had nine floors in total, quietly suspended in the air before his eyes.It was spinning slowly, showing that everything was normal, and all the work was going on in an orderly manner, but Jonathan felt a string in his heart tightened, as if it would break at any time.

"Is there no news of the attack yet?" he asked the deputy standing beside him.When he said this, his eyes were still glued to the model.

"No, maybe we can hold here. As long as the imperial capital eases the offensive from the Federation, we can send troops to support there..." the deputy said in a low voice.He is a middle-aged aristocratic man who looks very serious and old-fashioned, with the rank of colonel. In fact, he has no experience in the army and was sent to the side of the imperial marshal because of his political status.

"I don't know how long I can keep it. The Republic sent Lancelot over, the little one. Every time he shows up, we can't win, and unexplainable mysterious events always happen." Jonathan deeply Sighed.His sight suddenly caught a point, which was moving towards the control room, and it was almost approaching the door.

Jonathan remembered very clearly that, except for the few commanders who were still in the sky, all the personnel with the authority to this room were here. He, his deputy and the research team leader, who was walking towards the door?As soon as he put his finger on the gun at his waist, the door opened without a sound, and a low and indifferent voice sounded behind him.

"Long time no see, Marshal Jonathan."