FY Star System, Third Planet.

In the low orbit of the planet, many wreckages of Starships could be seen, and one could even see the corpses of some Dwarf soldiers among the Starship wreckages.

Not far from these Starship wreckages was a hovering Starfleet, numbering two or three hundred vessels.

At the very center was a massive T3-class Interstellar Warship; the t2 star battleships and t1 interstellar battleships beside it were like children in front of it, lacking even a thousandth of its imposing aura.

On the hull of these Starships, there was a crimson lizard emblem.

These were all Starships of the Salamander Tribe.

On the Bridge of that Salamander Tribe T3 flagship:

An interstellar creature with red scales on its skin, standing on two legs, with a tail behind it and a lizard head on top, was sitting on the captain's chair.

Most of the crew on the entire Bridge were also of this appearance.

This was the Salamander Tribe.

The Fire Lizard Commander looked at several screens in front of him, which were the scenes of the ground battlefield on the planet before him.

One could see several t1 interstellar battleships entering the planet, deploying a significant number of combat mechs and ground combat troops.

Relying on the air superiority of the t1 interstellar battleships, they launched continuous attacks on the Dwarves still resisting on the ground.

"These weak little runts actually dare to resist our powerful lizard warriors!" The Fire Lizard Commander looked with contempt at the Dwarf warriors holding various weapons in the footage.

"Commander, look at the painful expressions of these runts when they die. Let the entire FY Star System see, this is the fate of defying our Salamander Tribe!" The Fire Lizard Aide said excitedly.

The Fire Lizard Commander snorted coldly: "If it weren't for not wanting to destroy the mineral veins on this planet, as well as the industrial facilities of those Dwarves. Plus, they are natural craftsmen and miners. I would have long ago arranged for my fleet to conduct orbital bombardment on this planet, turning these Dwarves into Ashes!"

"Once we control this planet, the Dwarves on this planet will become our slaves, using their entire lives to mine the wealth on this planet for us!" The Fire Lizard Aide said from the side.

The Fire Lizard Commander squinted: "As long as we mine the mineral veins on this planet and use these resources to strengthen our Salamander Tribe. The Patriarch said that by then, we can seize the surrounding Star Systems and truly become one of the overlords of this Reef Starfield!"

These Fire Lizards had already begun to fantasize about a beautiful future.

They looked at the struggling Dwarves on the planet as if they were looking at a group of ants.

On the planet, the command center of the Dwarves.

"Report, the Third Shelter has been breached, and thirty thousand of our tribesmen are under the control of the Fire Lizards!"

"Report, the ground Ninth Combat Squad has been completely annihilated."

"Report, the combat mech squad's coordinates were exposed, and they suffered high-altitude bombardment from the Fire Lizard t2 star battleship, the entire army is wiped out!"

One piece of bad news after another spread throughout the underground command post.

A middle-aged Dwarf sat on his chair, with gauze wrapped around his shoulder where he had been wounded.

"Patriarch... should we still resist?" A nearby Dwarf asked with some decadence.

"If we don't resist, are we to become slaves under those damn lizards?" The Dwarf patriarch said indignantly.

"But... how do we resist? Our Starfleet has been annihilated, and only these laughable ground combat troops are left. Being wiped out by those Interstellar Warships overhead is just a matter of time." The Dwarf said powerlessly from the side.

"We have already asked for help from other Dwarf tribes in the Reef Starfield. As long as we hold on until reinforcements arrive, we still have a glimmer of hope!" A Dwarf said.

"Reinforcements? Hehe, the combat power of other Dwarf tribes is no better than ours. Did you see that T3 Interstellar Warship of the Fire Lizard fleet! Which Dwarf tribe has a T3 Interstellar Warship?" The Dwarf who had lost the will to fight said disdainfully.

Hearing this, although many Dwarves were unconvinced, this was reality, and it was their current situation.

The Dwarf patriarch picked up the laser gun beside him, gritted his teeth and said: "That's right, this is indeed our current situation. If you want to surrender, I won't stop you. But as the patriarch, I cannot submit to these invaders, and I cannot take [N O V E L I G H T] my tribesmen to accept their slavery. I would rather die in battle than live on my knees!"

"That's right! We Dwarves are also heroic warriors!"

"We are willing to live and die with the patriarch!"

"Kill those damn stinky lizards!"

Some young Dwarves shouted one after another.

But there were also some Dwarves who remained silent.

"Convey my words to every shelter base. If anyone wants to surrender, I won't stop them. But I, Bakin, as the patriarch of the Dwarves! I will take my honor and fight the Fire Lizards to the end, even if this is a battle destined to have no victory!" Patriarch Bakin said firmly.

After making the final battle mobilization.

Patriarch Bakin came to a small room in the shelter. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Here were his wife and five children, two boys and three girls.

The oldest had only just come of age this year, and the youngest was only ten.

They were all crowded on the only bed in this room, with somewhat fearful expressions, fast asleep.

"Bakin..." The wife looked at her husband, her expression complex.

"The ground troops of our shelter have basically lost their combat capability, and the next battle will likely be the last. I will take the last combat troops to fight, and I estimate we can only hold out for one to three days before the defense falls. I have hidden a shuttle in this location; if... if I die by then, you take our children and find a way to leave here, run as far as you can!" Patriarch Bakin handed a bronze key to his wife.

The wife grasped the bronze key, looked at her husband, and said in a pleading tone: "Come with us!"

"I'm sorry, I am the patriarch of our tribe, I must fight to the last moment." Patriarch Bakin stroked his wife's cheek and looked at the five sleeping children: "It's a pity that in the end, I didn't find the child Annie. Although I don't know where she went, perhaps the situation is better than staying here. I just hope she can live well outside."

The wife hugged her husband. She wanted to cry, but she was worried about waking the children, so she could only clench her teeth, sobbing, not letting herself cry out.

"Take good care of our children, if there is a chance... go find Annie..." After saying this, Patriarch Bakin resolutely walked out of the room.

Leaving behind only five sleeping children and a wife with tear-stained cheeks.