MTL - Interstellar Fairy Tale-Chapter 52

No matter what form it takes, no matter who the two sides of the battle are, no matter whether the balance of power is disparate or not, war is always repeating the same thing. The battleship is like a monster in ancient mythology, roaring and spit out particle beams that tear the universe, and the moment the laser tore the black curtain, the already scarred hull is finally like the fireworks blooming in the ancient earth era, blooming in the eternally silent universe. Flowers watered with life and blood.

The shattered human body, the broken battleship, and the one-man fighter jet swept up in the turbulent explosion were all annihilated by the terrifying scorching heat and subsequent explosions and disappeared without a trace.

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 their ability to think, and can only repeat the same actions mechanically and continuously, whether it is the soldiers on the turret, Even the radar operators and correspondents in the command room, even the master controllers of each battleship, and the commander of the entire fleet, hardly a Mars person thought of the word escape. At this moment, death is no longer a fearful thing. In the eyes of those who will be swallowed 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 his clenched fists slammed on the console. Under the intensive fire of the Golden Empire's cosmic fleet, he could hardly find a breakthrough. Losing about a quarter of the battleships, it is impossible to think of a way to stop the Royce artificial celestial body with only the remaining combat power.

Admiral Harlan of the Golden Empire Cosmos Fleet crossed his arms and sat on the command chair behind the operating console. His long amber hair was loosely draped over his shoulders, and his eyes of the same color as his long hair rolled without wave, looking at the huge screen. The staggered light and the gradually decreasing dense light spots are the artillery fire of our own and the number of warships in the Mars Space Fleet that are dwindling.

"No wonder."

Harlan supported his chin with one hand, and said in a tone that was completely incommensurate with his handsome but serious face: "No wonder His Royal Highness would say that this is just a game. It seems that His Royal Highness is still a little high on this group of incompetents. the person..."

"Your Excellency Harlan, please be careful."

"kindness?"

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

"Yes, Your Excellency, the lower official is talking too much."

Gerhard kneeled on one knee respectfully. Harlan didn't ask Gerhard to get up, but turned his eyes back to the screen. He also had royal blood. As the heir of the emperor's brother, Harlan had no respect for the throne. And he has no interest in fighting for power and profit. In the eyes of most imperial nobles, Harlan is just an old-fashioned guy who is keen on machinery and gave up life in the imperial capital to join the fleet. However, Harlan in the Solan Edrich fleet? Edrich, however, is a bloodthirsty and brutal soldier of the Golden Empire. Just like the mecha sappers he led, he used icy lasers and alloy shells to break down all obstacles on the way.

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

Harlan stood up, his handsome face still without the slightest expression, only the amber eyes flashed a slightly boring light. Connecting to Soran Edrich, who is currently building an artificial celestial body, the silver-haired prince seems to have long expected the results of the Harlan newspaper.

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

"Yes, Your Highness, I promise!"

Harlan crossed his chest with one hand, bowed his head, and had long amber hair hanging down, with a respectful attitude but with a thread that would not offend Solan's arrogance. 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 the armrest with gorgeous patterns on the command chair. Harlan, he should not be disappointed...

After finishing the call, Harlan immediately ordered the entire fleet to concentrate their artillery fire, and use the fastest speed to annihilate the Mars side of the fleet, leaving no one behind.

"damn it!"

The flagship of the Sixth Fleet, where Colonel Edgar was located, was scratched by the particle beam again. The hull shook violently twice. Everyone in the command cabin tried every means to stabilize their bodies. The correspondent continued to call the flagship loudly. The ten turrets of the turret only received six responses. The two turrets on the right side of the flagship had been destroyed. As for the soldiers in the turrets... everyone could no longer hold out hope.

This is war.

Colonel Edgar didn't have time to think about something deeper. He ordered the correspondent to immediately connect to the flagship of the Third Fleet Helios. He had to tell Apollo that it couldn't go on like this. They couldn't consume each other. Even if one's own side can still destroy the opponent's warships, but in the case that the absolute number is not dominant, this kind of killing is no different from suicide.

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

"Think of another way?" Colonel Apollo slammed his fists on the console, "What else can be done?!"

"Yes! Yes!" Colonel Edgar pulled away his neckline and said anxiously: "Didn't you find out? The other party's battleship is too big! Although there are nearly thirty turrets on the battleship, they are made by Rotating shooters!"

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

"Yes!"

Colonel Edgar said loudly: "Using a single fighter, send a hard-armored cruiser to get as close as possible to the opponent, the opponent's artillery fire is dense, the single fighter is the only possibility!"

"Edgar, you're a lunatic!"

"Yes, we are all! 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, and immediately telegraphed Colonel Hansen and Colonel Lord, just as the bust images of the two colonels appeared on the screen, Colonel Apollo had not had time to speak. , Colonel Lord's communication signal was suddenly interrupted, and the remaining three colonels were startled. When they looked again, the flagship of the Tenth Fleet, Zeus, was being hit by several beams of particle light cannons. Half of the hull had been shattered, and a huge The humanoid mecha and the black battleship rushed towards the torn breach of the Tenth Fleet like a torrent. The humanoid mecha waved a huge laser axe 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, slamming the metal surface of the console, and bright red blood flowed and dripped from the cracked wound.

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

"Yes, Commander! What is the order?"

"Order?"

Colonel Apollo violently tore off the epaulettes and collars that symbolized his identity on his military uniform and fell to the ground, "Tell them, fleet commander Apollo, will take them to hell!"

"Lord Commander?!"

"Also, 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 3rd Fleet, he is also an excellent one-man fighter pilot. Before he became the commander of the 3rd Fleet, he was the captain of the fighter unit of the fleet, and he has won countless awards with these excellent young men field victory.

But, today, instead of leading these young men to victory, he will lead them to death...

"At least, I left 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, even if it is wrecked, it must not be destroyed, absolutely not! You know what I mean!"

"Yes, Lord Commander!"

"very good!"

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

William stood where he was, with his legs together, and solemnly gave a Mars military salute to these dying soldiers. Austin South followed William. As a soldier, he could not disobey orders. He had to stay with William and try his best to defend 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 that 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 one-man fighter.

"Apollo, you bastard!"

Colonel Edgar wiped his face fiercely, then raised his head again, his eyes glowed with a fierce gleam like an angry lion: "Send the entire fleet, I am Colonel Edgar, from now on, the fleet will be under my command! The central battleship moves to the left. Move closer, the right-wing fleet moves forward, and the particle light cannon volleys to cover the mixed team of hard-armored cruisers and one-man fighters!"

Edgar's order spread to all combat fleets at the first time, and Colonel Hansen immediately followed the order. After losing Colonel Lord's Tenth Fleet, after a brief period of confusion, he quickly packed up and followed Edgar's Sixth Fleet to start. Action, the interim commander of the Third Fleet, William, also followed the order and began to act. At this moment, the mixed team of fighter jets led by Colonel Apollo had followed the hard-armored battleship, posing in a narrow long formation, and began to try to break through the golden empire. The space fleet defended the relatively weak left battle formation.

At first, 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-person fighter jets and rushed to the front in a suicide-like manner. A black battleship, a relatively small single-man fighter jet rushed into the turret that had just been fired and was still carrying the scorching heat of the laser like a laser bullet. The driver pressed the red button on the console, and the single man The fighter jet burst with a burst of strong light, the power of the explosion tore the surface of the black monster, and the crack began to appear...

Shang Ping drove his fighter jet to follow at the end of the team, tightened the lever 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 so close to this moment. Just now, Captain Dore, who swore that this group of newly graduated rookie reserve officers would not be allowed to enter the battlefield, had disappeared into the glare and explosions along with his old buddy. After this, no one will stop these boyish lads from going to the battlefield. Yes, they have to get on the fighter too. Before closing the hatch, technicians told the recruits what the red button was for.

Blow up.

Shang Pingmeng pulled up the control lever, and the single-person fighter drew a narrow angle in the air, but it was enough to avoid the oncoming particle beam. But the fighter on Shang Ping's left was not as lucky as him, and the whole fighter was torn apart 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 as now. If he wants to live, he must live!

Uncle Edgar, Austin, John…

Even for them, he must live, and he will send the enemy on the opposite side to hell!

Dodging a beam of particle light cannons again, Shang Ping looked through the sights and looked at the countless photoelectric lights on the screen. If he wanted to find a narrow way to survive in this dense group of death messengers, he had to find it!