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Chapter 138 Muguang Triumph (2)
Chapter 138 Muguang Triumph (2)
Aslan Star City.
This is the second sunset after the chaotic war began. When the residual red afterglow dissipated on the other side of the horizon, the gunpowder smoke on the scorched earth of Star City had dissipated.
The corpses of alien creatures and fragments of mechas piled up on the street corner, and the wind blew a dirty red scarf—perhaps it was still around a girl’s neck two days ago, but now it is silent in the dust on the street corner.
As dusk fell, people were still hiding in various shelters.
They knew that the enemy had not been repulsed, that the Crystal Cult starship was in the universe above them, and that the soldiers of the Empire were fighting against it.
At the military headquarters, the soldiers were anxiously waiting for news from the front. Many senior officers have not slept all day and night, and their eyes have long been red.
The battle continued. When they learned that Celine was trapped and the space station could not fire, everyone was very distressed and anxious; when they learned that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince led troops to help and turned the siege into a counter-encirclement with a strange move, everyone cheered wildly.
It's just that the battlefield is far away in the universe, and there will still be some time lag in the news. At this time, the battle situation stopped when the crystal bones of His Royal Highness Le'an broke out of control, causing heavy damage to more than 100 enemy ships, but His Highness himself temporarily lost his ability to command, and the generals' hearts were hung high again.
"Report!" The signal trooper's window popped up, and there was a commotion in the conference room where the generals gathered.
"The frontline... the latest battle situation," the soldier swallowed, his face strange, "Admiral Celine's command was withdrawn by His Royal Highness, and now... it is Colonel Jiang who is in command of the fleet and the space station."
"Who!?"
The soldier was also obviously confused: "Colonel Jiang... Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess."
"what!?"
Several senior generals looked at each other, unable to believe their ears.
Major General Tang raised his hand to signal everyone to be calm, and asked the soldiers cautiously: "The last news, didn't it still say that Her Royal Highness was seriously injured and unconscious!?"
Soldier: "...Yes."
This time, everyone was stunned.
"This, how is this..."
Someone punched him in the palm of his hand and said, "Oh, how can this be done!"
"It's ridiculous. Even if Your Excellency Jiang is a young talent, he...he has never commanded a starship battle before! Not to mention that when he is seriously injured, if something goes wrong..."
"Admiral Celine didn't say anything? Colonel Linzhi of the space station is also an experienced officer."
Lieutenant General Luther frowned and sighed: "Celine has always been arrogant and arrogant, but she has lost one after another recently, and maybe she has no confidence." "Also, that is His Highness's order, if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince insists... Whether it's Celine or Lin Zhi, can you still disobey the prince?"
The setting sun was heavy outside the window, and the lights in the meeting room were exceptionally bright. The generals stared at each other, unable to say why for a long time, and finally stood up silently.
This is a heart-to-heart, and we have to go to the old marshal to find out.
Several people knocked on the door of Commander Chen Hank's office, only to see Old Marshal Chen sitting at the table with his cane leaning in the corner.
"Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief!"
"Xiaguan and others think that the front line..."
"Shh."
Old Marshal Chen squinted his eyes and shook his index finger in front of his lips.
The light from the screen reflected on the old man's wrinkled face, and after half a minute, Chen Hank stretched out, "The front line has been fully delegated to the crown prince, what he says is what he says. "
Major General Tang's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly looked at the virtual screen in surprise—of course, he couldn't see anything.
The major general just made a random guess in his mind: Could it be that the old marshal was reading the battle report of the front line?
Could it be that the old marshal thinks he can win?
There are still impatient generals who can't help but step forward: "But...!"
"Don't worry." Old Marshal Chen pointed to the sofa opposite, "Sit down and have a cup of tea with the old man."
The generals could only sit down in confusion, and the secretary handed everyone hot tea, but no one was in the mood to drink it.
Together with the old marshal, they waited dryly for the latest battle situation on the front line to be sorted out again and again by specialized signal soldiers and then personally communicated.
"Report the battle situation! Our fleet started a strong attack with a fish scale formation, and the space station continued to move to assist in the battle. We have an advantage."
"The enemy fleet retreats, and our advantage continues to expand."
"The enemy's front line has left the Lanxi Shi galaxy. The enemy's drones and alien creatures are trying to sneak around and attack the space station. We have arranged in advance and ambushed them, causing heavy damage to the enemy!"
"Confirm that our space station has returned to its original position, the Golden Sun fleet has begun to speed up the attack, and the enemy army has been defeated!"
Time passed minute by minute, and the battles were superimposed one by one.
No danger, no trepidation.
Except for the word "steady", the rest is "flowing clouds and flowing water".
Where the enemy has flaws, we will tear it apart accurately, and where we have an advantage, we will advance steadily.
The more you hit, the more stable, the more you hit, the smoother and smoother you hit!
"Report the battle situation on the front line!"
The signal soldier's voice trembled slightly, "The enemy ships... begin to retreat! Your Highness said that the victory has been decided, please rest assured, generals."
This development was beyond the expectations of all the generals, and once made everyone feel in a trance.
Indeed, in the previous stage, the Imperial Fleet had already established an absolute advantage. It stands to reason that the remaining work is only the finishing touch, and maintaining it normally is victory.
However, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the crystal teaching is very mysterious. It takes a very precise vision and strategy to push this advantage all the way to the end like a snowball at high speed.
Even Admiral Celine was ready to fight cautiously. The Crown Princess of theirs was a strong attack, but she actually broke him?
Can it be so mysterious? ?
It was too smooth, but it made everyone feel uneasy. The faces of the generals are all serious, and the tea on the table has long been cold.
For a long time, no new communication came. Lieutenant General Luther was a little flustered, and whispered to Major General Tang: "It's not the enemy's trick, right?"
Major General Tang waved his hand and glanced at the calm old marshal again, without daring to make a sound.
That is, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of running footsteps in the corridor outside!
Old Marshal Chen, who had been sitting quietly, turned off the screen in front of him, turned around and stared at the door, as if waiting for a sentence to be pronounced.
The generals turned pale and thought to themselves—
It's over, such a chaotic pace should be bad.
The door opened, and it was the signal soldier in the window who actually came over in person.
This time, tears were streaming down his face, his Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly raised his fists in front of a group of high-ranking generals!
Suddenly, all the generals in the office stood up!
"Win...win!!" The soldier opened his eyes wide, and finally roared this sentence out of his throat, "We won, we won—!!"
"we won!!!"
The same cheers, at double the volume, resounded from the other side of the universe.
A moment ago, the Crystal Cult fleet, which had already been smashed to pieces and destroyed a bishop, experienced the nightmare of being held down by the Imperial Army for several hours, and finally chose to retreat at full speed.
The large number of alien creatures they brought also followed the fleet away.
But none of the warriors of the Golden Sun Wheel dared to slack off. They all sighed and stretched in their lungs, blushing and thick necks, staring at the huge star map projection!
Unlike the senior generals of the empire, these soldiers were blocked from real information. They didn't know that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was in a state of lethargy, and they didn't know that Jiang Jianming was actually seriously injured.
The heroic aura that just broke the enemy's layout took the lead, and the change of coaches before the battle did not cause much dissatisfaction among the starship soldiers.
The most they can think of, is that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looks at the winning ticket and pushes the Crown Princess concubine who is on the top of his heart to get a military exploit.
After all, it is His Royal Highness Ryan, understandable and normal operation.
In fact, if the crown princess is really a vase, the soldiers must be dissatisfied.
But Jiang Jianming first worked as an inspector to see things clearly, and later he served as Colonel Jin Rilun. He once made contributions in the Yinbei Diou, and he won against the Crystal Cult and alien creatures... This matter suddenly changed.
The generals far away in the empire will naturally analyze various pros and cons probabilities rationally.
But for these soldiers who are really fighting on the front line and fighting for life and death, the subconscious thinking is simpler.
——Whoever they see will lead them to victory and lead everyone home alive, they will believe.
As an imperial belief since childhood, His Royal Highness, the powerful and dazzling Crown Prince, is as powerful and dazzling as the Son of God;
Isn't it a reasonable thing for them to replace Admiral Celine, who has been losing streak recently, to personally command them?
The only thing that is trembling is the interior of the Changhai. These people take the truth in their eyes. At the beginning, many people were shaking with fear.
But no matter what, in the end, no one expected to be able to play so smoothly, so cool!
Until the light block symbolizing the enemy fleet completely exited the border, the color of the high-dimensional blockade rose.
Inside the battleship, under the bridge, on the taxiway of the mecha... Countless soldiers hugged each other happily, crying and laughing.
This tough battle was won!
The black-haired youth sitting on the command seat slowly leaned back and smiled with relief.
Even though he didn't have the strength to bend the corner of his mouth, the joy could only show a little from his tired black eyes.
"Jiang!" The slender figure beside him hugged him tightly, and said in a deep voice beside his ear, "Did you see, we won."
In fact, can't see it, can't see anything clearly in front of eyes.
But it doesn't matter, he knows.
"...Well, we won." Jiang Jianming leaned against Ryan's arm, with a relieved look on his pale face, he closed his eyes dully and opened them again.
For some reason, he felt that his state had become strange halfway through. It seems that many things have been forgotten and many things have been remembered.
He heard the sound of jubilation, and saw the soldiers raising their arms to revel or roar, but the cheers in his ears were misty, and the scene in front of him also faded a little, and his five senses seemed to be wrapped in smoke and clouds, away from him.
He didn't feel bad, just a little sleepy and wanted to sleep.
In the white wave, countless pairs of incorporeal arms stretched over, grabbed him, and pulled him.
Jiang Jianming didn't know who those hands were, or where these arms came from and where they were taking him.
Wait, he thought in the blur.
Give me a little more... a little time.
Jiang Jianming was paralyzed in Ryan's arms, he coughed twice, his fingers tugged at Ryan's cuff, and he spoke with the last trace of unbroken consciousness.
"Poor thieves don't chase... let...they go."
"I know, you can rest assured," Ryan nodded, turning back and ordering, "Withdraw! The fleet consolidates its formation and retreats at a constant speed. Be careful not to show me timidity!"
By now, the Imperial Fleet is already very tired, and it is not suitable for chasing and fighting.
Jiang Jianming was relieved, he closed his eyes and let out a breath, his body slowly relaxed, and his last sanity shattered silently like a weak foam.
He tilted his head into Ryan's arms, not knowing anything at all.
White Emerald Palace, underground.
The blood-soaked giant humanoid mecha folded its wings and returned to its original position; the cockpit bounced open, and the pale golden spiritual connection was broken.
"How's it going!"
Lin Ge ran over, his expression was extremely sharp, and he grabbed Sylph's shoulders and shook: "You just said that the projection of consciousness is unstable, what the hell is going on!?"
The leader shook his head, and the black armor slapped the emperor's tense arm away. She said in a flat, emotionless electronic voice: "The reason is still unknown, but there is no danger of mental damage for the time being. Please calm down first."
"The last time the projection of consciousness was unstable, he was injured in the far interstellar space and was stabbed by the real crystal thorns condensed from the high-level crystal bone."
Sylph turned her head, and the black mask still covered the leader's true expression, "It is speculated that this time it should also be... directly attacked by a real crystal or even a crystal bone, and the base was seriously injured, resulting in a strange connection frequency."
Lin Ge scolded "his grandma's" abruptly, and asked impatiently, "Then...what about his consciousness now?"
Sylph: "Pull between the base and the original, maybe soon to be thrown to one side, or both."
"leader!!"
The base researcher who was lying in front of the computer turned back suddenly: "No... The connection of consciousness projection will not hold up!"
Leader: "If you can't hold it, let's disconnect first, and then rebuild the connection."
Jiang Jianming fell into a strange state and fell asleep. The snow-white arms pushed him into the soft waves, and tore him into thousands of pieces, as small as crystal particles... wiggling back and forth on the scale of the universe.
He seemed to see the starlight in the sky. Under the starlight was a dark pit, and the bottom of the pit was densely stacked with twisted and crystal-covered human corpses.
This is the tomb of thousands of people suffering from crystal disorder.
he knows.
While he knew, he was also very sad.
He stood tall on the edge of the crater, overlooking the corpse condescendingly.
He seemed to be sadly waiting for something, waiting for...someone.
The gust of wind pushed him from behind, and he closed his eyes and fell in the wind, sharp crystal clusters growing out of his body, starlight falling on his fingertips, and then shattering with him.
Destiny, please give me a little more time.Even if it's just a little more time, let me wait for someone from afar.
An invisible force suddenly pulled consciousness into a body, and with a burst of electric shock-like stinging pain, Jiang Jianming opened his eyes abruptly.
In an instant, the sight in front of him made his whole soul tremble, and his scalp exploded!
The author has something to say: anxious generals: he has never commanded a starship battle before!
Commander: ?It's me on the number now.
(Actually, it is the half-up state x)
(You can see the truth tomorrow night. Change the number and go online)