Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Faced with three-dimensional three-dimensional lighting, flexibly turning in a dark, inky universe, such as the finely lit dots of the Mercury Lagoon, all the ministers, parliamentarians, staff officers and analysts in the Supreme Command Center, gazed at each other and started a wave above the wave!

Someone with a little common sense of cosmic war knows how difficult it is to steer an entire fleet, hundreds of ships, different models, safety distances, and spiritual shields at extremely high speeds of thousands of kilometers per second!

The structural strength of the ship itself, the physical and brain endurance of all the soldiers on the ship, the synergy between them, the position in the battlefield… all of us are intricate, the problem of calculating the explosion scale.

Not to mention doing so in the densest "Conical Attack Formation" and moreover risking the enemy's deadly fire - something they would never have believed if they hadn't seen it, and the commander who dared to do so must have been a heartbreaking lunatic!

The Great White Fleet did it miraculously.

They made an incredibly gorgeous emergency turn, dragging thousands of tail flames out of near-perfect arc-shaped trajectories in the stars, like a snowy curved knife straight into the fleet's softest abdomen.

“How is it possible, why did the Great White Fleet show up there? Didn't they rush to Gates Two and Three? ”

“Instead of being subjected to psychomagnetic interference, did they actively shut down the network and enter the silence of the network, thus avoiding the ravages of the crystal brain virus, maintaining a minimum level of communication within the fleet, and maintaining such a tight and delicate battlefield with such thin communication? ”

“Such an amazing ability to dominate, is it really possible for District Yuan Baby Elementary to do it, what the hell is going on! ”

“In any case, they came at the right time, and now the Black Wind Fleet's second wave of starships is mixed with the torch, a loose and crumbling tray of scattered sand, and constantly shaken by space ripples, which is simply unprotected! ”

“Contact the Great White Fleet. Come on, come on, what, or can't you reach it? This...”

Unlike the “navy” in a single-star civilization, the "Deep Space Fleet” in a star-hai civilization tends to be free from the home planet and even from the home world for thousands of light-years and even more distant explorations and expeditions. The home world has extremely weak control over the deep space fleet, which is essentially self-contained and a small independent kingdom.

It can even be said that there are now nine major worlds in the Federation of Stars and Glories, with the exception of the seven in the conventional sense, the Original Fleet and the Great White Fleet are two small, concrete worlds.

Compared to the original fleet, which is heavily funded by the State, the Great White Fleet relies heavily on Golden Moon, as well as civil consortia and private sects, including the Yao Shi Group, and falls under the category of "barbaric growth, self-destruction”, and the State has even weaker control over it.

The Great White Fleet has just completed a nearly one-year long voyage exercise, and although the voyage logs are sent back every three to five years, no one knows where they've been, what they've done, what they've changed and what they've come up with - except for the logs.

It is well known that the commander of the Great White Fleet, the White Star Sword, has been with the Confederate army's Orthodox fleet system. If it were to leave, it would be the heart of the Golden Moon.

“Whoa, whoa! ”

Everyone focuses their eyes on the Golden Moon's face.

But Golden Heart Moon was just as stunned as they were, staring straight at the ghostly and thunderous little light spot on the light screen. I had no idea what was going on in the Great White Fleet, on the White Star Sword.

“At the current acceleration, the Great White Fleet is in three minutes to collide with the Black Wind Fleet's second jump cluster! ”

Above the curtain, the game is like chess.

The first unexpected piece of chess, leaping up, revealing bleeding fangs!

……

Battles such as chess - such senior federal players as Wanguqing, Spring Wind, Golden Moon, White Star Sword - are chess players.

These scolding characters, their wars were fought in a dry and safe command center, in a series of digital rolls, in platoon formations and in a series of games.

Their wars are sometimes built on high houses, their momentum is magnificent, and sometimes they are creepy and exquisite. They are really chess boards with the star sea as their chess board and starships as their chess.

On the board, everything is clearly visible, there are vectors to look for, there is a so-called process of “thunder, bamboo breaking, rushing, jedi fighting back”, there is an exciting “winner”.

Even if the battle fails, there is still time to be surprised, stunned, annoyed and remorsed, at least with a clear idea of where you are losing.

But after all, war cannot be won by these big men alone.

Every fantastic winner and winner, every loop and conspiracy, every hidden deep trap, will be accomplished by countless ordinary soldiers fighting on the front lines.

For ordinary soldiers caught up in the brutal strangulation of the Tian Yuan fleet and the Black Wind fleet, they cannot speak of a "chess game”.

Through the bloodstained crystal windows, the war before them is not a clear game, but two huge, chaotic, violent swirls of death, colliding with each other, entangling each other and destroying each other in a senseless way!

Crazy dogs are one of these ordinary fighters.

He did not see any Dark Wind Fleet conspiracy, chaos in the original fleet and the miracle of the Great White Fleet; nor did he know that a small light point jumping out of the void was the Empire's Stargate Component, much less what would happen when those torches were assembled.

He only saw the spiritual shield of a starship around him turn dark red, like dried up vein blood.

He saw only a number of starship shells turn dangerous orange red, explode without warning, turn into giant fireballs, and at the same time radiate a large number of fragments wrapped around the Furious Spirit energy arc like a heavenly flower, forming a staggered, lawless death storm on the battlefield.

He saw these sharp fragments as easy as a sickle to harvest a single life, treating both our enemies equally and without any mercy. Many federal and imperial soldiers were entwined in death, pierced instantly by the same fragment, and stringed together like barbecue.

He saw many people hit by debris, strayed from direction, the power train failed, no matter how hard they struggled, but fell into the huge columns of light bombarded by warships on both sides in despair - the moment they fell into the columns of light, they disappeared as if mosquitoes had fallen into steel water, no matter whether screaming or smoke left a star and a half behind.

Crazy dogs have been involved in ground wars in the atmosphere and in cosmic wars in a vacuum.

The death of the war on the ground was accompanied by screaming, growling, crying and heroic shouting, as well as deafening bombardments.

The war in the vacuum was silent, and everyone seemed to be performing a solemn mute.

The spectacular images of devastation and the insane silence of death constitute an extremely strange sense of contradiction, which makes him unclear which of the two forms of war is more brutal.

Perhaps wars are the same, just as cruel for them, for their insignificant dust, for these insignificant ants, for the numbers on the scale of power, for both the ground and the universe.

That's right, he's Kindan, or Major of the Federal Army.

So what?

A ship several kilometres long spins slowly in front of him like a dying whale, deeply stabbed by dozens of spear-like columns of light, seemingly sturdy armor is easily ripped open into cracks, a cluster of fireballs like a deformed tumor, gushing out of the cracks, as well as countless foundations, knots and even former baby monks who manage the ship - whether or not they stir up a weak spiritual shield, these people are eventually burned to ashes, or melted together with crystals, into orange-red meteorites.

Crazy dogs swept through waves of terror in spiritual surges, like a straw floating on the surface of the ocean, passing by meteorites in which countless human bodies and pharmacopoeia condensed.

His spirit is near depletion, his armor is on the verge of obsolescence, and only a few dozen symbolic arrays remain to operate.

At this moment, any small meteorite could have killed him. In the face of such an enormous and chaotic battlefield, such an absurd and cruel fate, what difference does it make between Kindan and Ant?

The figure of a dead leaf butterfly suddenly stagnates, as if falling into the eyes of a temporarily stable storm, such as a fiery battlefield, strangely calming down.

The brains that violently oscillated in the skull gradually stabilized, and the mad dogs perceived muscle fractures, visceral bursts, burning pain of nerve endings, and burning out of spirits, such as asphyxiation.

This long-sanctioned veteran, with a dog-like instinct, realized that a moment of calm was an ominous sign —— lost, they lost!

The fire in the cold universe is burning fast and extinguishing fast. In between moments, all he has left is cold starship wreckage and a strangely shaped corpse. An infinite number of star sea graves have been thrown from the depths of the wreckage, sporadic columns of light will soon trigger a hundred times the number of counterattacks from each other, as well as a large cluster of lightning striking imperial armorers, such as locusts, sweep in!

The mad dog laughed, but laughed at the massive blood clot. A flaming numbness appeared in his lower abdomen. When he looked down, he found a slice of fist-thick antenna penetrating deep into his liver area.

A hundred years and a passing experience of death told him it was a fatal wound.

This time, it's a real struggle.

“So... ordinary way of dying, fuck! ”

In front of the mad dog, it was dark, and the past flashed like a stallion lamp, and the burning pain in the liver area coincided with a punch of bone mindfulness a hundred years ago.

He wants to throw up again.

Trying to spit all the blood out of my life.