interstellar fairy tale

No matter what form it takes, no matter who the two sides are, no matter how disparate the power is, war always repeats the same thing, bloodshed, killing, death, struggling to survive and die generously are intertwined and reflected in the dark space of the universe, black The battleship is like a monster in ancient mythology, roaring and spitting out particle beams that tear apart the universe. The moment the laser tore apart the black curtain, the already scarred hull finally bloomed in the eternally silent universe like fireworks blooming in the ancient earth era Flowers watered with life and blood.

The shattered human body, the broken battleship, and the one-man fighter jets involved in the turbulence of the explosion all disappeared without a trace along with the terrible scorching heat and the subsequent explosion.

The same scene is like a slow-motion replay, eroding the souls of the officers and soldiers of the Mars Space Fleet, making these people completely lose the ability to think, and can only repeat the same actions mechanically, whether it is the soldiers on the turret, Or the radar and communicators in the command room, even the master controllers of each warship, and the commander of the entire fleet, almost none of the Mars people thought of the word escape.At this moment, death is no longer something to be feared. In the eyes of those who are about to be engulfed by particle cannons and laser beams in the next moment, the scene in front of them is no different from hell.

Colonel Apollo, as the commander-in-chief of this battle, his eyes were red, and he slammed his clenched fist on the console. Under the intensive artillery fire of the Golden Empire Space Fleet, he could hardly find a breakthrough. About a quarter of the warships were lost. It is impossible to break through the battle formation of the Golden Empire space fleet, let alone find a way to stop the Royce artificial celestial body, with the remaining combat power alone.

Admiral Harlan of the Space Fleet of the Golden Empire crossed his arms and sat on the command chair behind the console. His long amber hair was loosely draped over his shoulders, and his eyes of the same color as the long hair rolled smoothly, looking at the huge screen. The staggered rays of light and the gradually decreasing dense light spots above are the artillery fire of one's own side and the number of warships of the Mars Space Fleet is constantly decreasing.

"No wonder."

Harlan rested his chin on one hand, and said in a tone that didn't match his handsome but serious face: "No wonder His Royal Highness said this is just a game. It seems that His Highness still thinks highly of this group of incompetent people." The people who..."

"Your Excellency Harlan, please be careful."

"kindness?"

Harlan turned his head and picked up a tassel hanging from the servant's shoulder strap with one hand, "I'm just stating the facts, Gerhard, it's just the facts."

"Yes, Your Excellency, the officer is talking too much."

Gerhard respectfully knelt down on one knee. Harlan did not tell Gerhard to get up, but turned his gaze back to the screen. He also has royal blood. And he has no interest in fighting for power and profit. In the eyes of most of the imperial nobles, Harlan is just an old-fashioned guy who is keen on machinery and has given up his life in the imperial capital to join the fleet. However, Harlan in the fleet of Soran Edrich?Edrich, however, is a bloodthirsty and brutal soldier of the Golden Empire. Just like the armored engineering team he leads, he uses cold lasers and alloy shells to smash all obstacles on the way.

"End the battle within an hour and wipe out the opponent."

Harlan stood up, his handsome face remained expressionless, only a dull light flashed in his amber eyes.Connected to Soran Edrich, who is building a new artificial celestial body at the moment, the silver-haired prince seems to have expected the results of the battle in the Harlan newspaper.

"Harlan, I didn't just order you to win this war, that doesn't make any sense." Soran Aldrich curled up a strand of silvery hair, and his curly long eyelashes drooped down, half covering the ice blue eyes. With dark eyes, "My order is to send the Royce artificial celestial body to the orbit of the eighth planet in the other galaxy. You promised that I will see the most gorgeous cosmic fireworks."

"Yes, Your Highness, I promise!"

Harlan crossed his chest with one arm, lowered his head, his long amber hair was hanging down, and his attitude was respectful but with an arrogance that would not offend Soran. As a royal family with the surname of Edrich, moderate arrogance can be forgiven of.

The image of Harlan disappeared from the screen. Soran Edrich opened his eyes, and his white fingertips tapped on the armrest of the command chair with gorgeous patterns. Harlan, he should not let him down...

After finishing the call, Harlan immediately ordered the entire fleet to concentrate their artillery fire and wipe out the Mars fleet as quickly as possible, leaving no one behind.

"damn it!"

The flagship of the Sixth Fleet, where Colonel Edgar belonged, was scraped by the particle beam again, and the hull shook violently twice. Everyone in the command cabin tried their best to stabilize their bodies, and the communicator continued to call the flagship loudly. There were ten turrets, but only six responses were received. The two turrets on the right side of the flagship had been destroyed. As for the soldiers in the turrets... no one dared to hope anymore.

This is war.

Colonel Edgar didn't have time to think about something deeper. He ordered the correspondent to immediately connect to the Helios, the flagship of the Third Fleet. He had to tell Apollo that this could not go on like this. They could not consume each other. Even if one's own side can still destroy the opponent's warships, when the absolute number is not dominant, this kind of fighting is tantamount to suicide.

"Apollo, we can't continue!" Colonel Edgar said loudly through the communication screen: "We must find another way!"

"Think of another way?" Colonel Apollo clenched his fists and pounded on the console, "What else can we do?!"

"Yes! Yes!" Colonel Edgar opened his collar and said anxiously: "Didn't you notice? The opponent's battleship is too big! Although there are nearly thirty turrets on the battleship, but it is adopted Take turns shooting!"

"So what? The battleship is too big... the battleship is too big?! Alternate shooting?!"

"Yes!"

Colonel Edgar said loudly: "Use a single-man fighter, send a hard-armored cruiser, and get as close to the opponent as possible. The opponent's artillery fire is intensive, and the single-man fighter is the only possibility!"

"Edgar, you are crazy!"

"Yes, we all are! This is the highest compliment to the soldiers of Mars!"

Colonel Apollo didn't have time to think about how crazy Colonel Edgar's proposal was. He immediately telegraphed Colonel Hansen and Colonel Lord. When the busts of the two colonels first appeared on the screen, Colonel Apollo had no time to speak. , Colonel Lord's communication signal was suddenly interrupted, and the remaining three colonels were shocked. When they looked again, Zeus, the flagship of the Tenth Fleet, was being hit by several beams of particle light cannons. Half of the hull had been shattered, and a huge The human-shaped mecha and the black battleship rushed towards the breach where the Tenth Fleet was torn apart like a torrent. The human-shaped mecha swung a huge laser ax and slammed into the center of the Zeus. Explosion in the turret...

"Lord! Damn it! I'm going to kill these beasts! Kill them!"

Colonel Apollo waved his fist uncontrollably, pounding the metal surface of the operating table, and bright red blood dripped from the ruptured wound.

"Gather the one-man fighters, gather all the one-man fighters!"

"Yes, Commander! What is the order?"

"Order?"

Colonel Apollo ruthlessly tore off the epaulets and collar patches that symbolized his status on the military uniform, and fell to the ground, "Tell them, fleet commander Apollo, will lead them into hell!"

"Commander?!"

"In addition, transfer the command of the fleet to Colonel Edgar."

Colonel Apollo finished this sentence in a strangely calm tone, threw off his military cap and military jacket, and strode out of the command cabin.In addition to being the commander of the Third Fleet, he is also an excellent single-man fighter pilot. Before he became the commander of the Third Fleet, he was the captain of the fleet fighter unit. field victory.

However, today, instead of leading these young people to victory, he will lead them to death...

"At least, I leave my back to them, Edgar, you annoying guy, don't let me down."

Taking the helmet from his staff member William, Colonel Apollo patted William on the shoulder, "You stay."

"But, sir..."

"William, the Helios is the soul of the Third Fleet! Even if it is scarred and dilapidated, it must not be destroyed, absolutely not! You know what I mean!"

"Yes, Commander!"

"very good!"

Apollo nodded, put on his helmet, and walked towards a one-man fighter.

William stood where he was, with his legs together, and solemnly gave a Mars salute to these soldiers who were about to die.Austin South followed William. As a soldier, he could not disobey the order. He had to stay with William and try his best to guard the Helios in this battle. Also because he was a soldier, he longed to be like Apollo. Like the colonel, choose to board a one-man fighter, even if it means death!

Thinking of the black-haired boy in his heart, Austin clenched his fists, but William clasped his shoulders.

"Sir!"

"Austin, stay, this is an order!"

"……Yes!"

When Colonel Edgar received the order from the Helios, Colonel Apollo had already left the flagship in a single-man fighter.

"Apollo, you bastard!"

Colonel Edgar wiped his face fiercely, then raised his head, his eyes glowed like an angry lion: "Command the entire fleet, I am Colonel Edgar, from now on, the fleet is under my command! Get closer, the right wing fleet moves forward, the particle light cannon salvos, covering the mixed formation of armored cruisers and single-man fighters!"

Edgar's order spread to the entire combat fleet at the first time, and Colonel Hansen immediately followed the order. After losing Colonel Lord's Tenth Fleet, after a short period of confusion, they quickly gathered their spirits and followed Edgar's Sixth Fleet to start Action, William, the interim commander of the Third Fleet, also followed the order and began to act. At this moment, the mixed fighter team led by Colonel Apollo has followed the hard-armored battleship, and set up a narrow long dragon formation, and began to try to break through the Golden Empire. The space fleet's defense is relatively weak on the left side.

At the beginning, the Imperial Fleet laughed at the whims of these Mars people, and even tried to use this toy-like fighter to break through their battle formation. However, Apollo led three single-man fighters and rushed to the front of the group in a suicidal manner. A black battleship, a relatively small one-man fighter rushed into the turret that had just been fired like a laser bullet, and was still carrying the scorching heat of the laser. The driver pressed the red button on the console, and the one-man The fighter jet exploded with a burst of strong light, the power of the explosion tore apart the black monster's body surface, and cracks began to appear...

Shang Ping drove his fighter jet at the end of the team, tightened the joystick with both hands, and shuttled through the optical network intertwined with countless lasers and particle cannons, watching the constantly exploding hull fragments flying from the side of the fighter jet. However, Shang Ping took a deep breath, death has never been as close as it is now.Just now, Captain Dolei, who vowed not to allow this group of freshly graduated rookie reserve officers to go to the battlefield, has disappeared into the strong light and explosion along with his old buddies.After that, no one will restrict these boyish lads from going to the battlefield.Yes, they have to get on the fighter jets too.Before closing the hatch, the technician told the recruits what the red button was for.

Blow up.

Shang Ping violently pulled up the control lever, and the one-man fighter drew a narrow angle in the air, but it was enough to avoid the oncoming particle beam.But the fighter on Shangping's left was not as lucky as him, and the whole fighter was torn into two halves.

Shang Ping bit his lip fiercely, and ordered himself to expel the scene just now from his mind. He has never had such a firm belief in wanting to live. If he wants to live, he must live!

Uncle Edgar, Austin, John...

Even for their sake, he must live on, moreover, he must send the enemy on the opposite side to hell!

Dodging a beam of particle light cannon again, Shang Ping looked at the countless photoelectric lights on the screen through the sight. He wanted to find a narrow path to survive among this dense group of death messengers, and he had to find it!