Faced with the scattered light spots on the 3D light beam that were turning around agilely and spreading out like mercury in the deep universe, all the ministers, representatives, advisors, and analysts in the highest command center were dumbfounded. Surging tides each higher than the last were raised in their hearts!
Anyone who had the slightest knowledge about space warfare knew how difficult it was to turn an entire fleet of hundreds of starships of different designs, models, safety distances, and spiritual shield frequencies at a high speed of thousands of kilometers per second!
The structural strength of the starships themselves, the endurance of the bodies and brains of all the soldiers on the starships, their cooperation, and their positions in the battle formation … All of them were complicated and immensely computationally difficult problems.
Besides, the starships were doing it in the densest 'cone-shaped attack formation' and under the fatal barrage of the enemy. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed such a thing. The commander who was bold enough to do such a thing must be an insane lunatic!
But the Great White Fleet did it miraculously.
They performed the most glamorous emergency turn. Thousands of exhaust flames left almost perfect arcs in the sea of stars and stabbed into the softest abdomen of the Black Wind Fleet like shining sabers.
"How is it possible? Why was the Great White Fleet there? Weren't they on their way to the No. 2 and No. 3 space gates?"
"They were not affected by the interference of the spiritual field at all. Instead, they actively turned off the network and entered the Spiritual Nexus mute state, thereby avoiding the scourge of the crystal processor virus. The communication within the fleet was still minimal. Also, they maintained such a precise and delicate battle formation with such feeble communication?"
"Is such an astonishing commanding ability really achievable by the beginner level of Yuanying? What's going on exactly?"
"In any case, they came at the perfect time. Right now, the second wave of starships of the Black Wind Fleet is mixed with the star beacons. They are basically loose sand. Also, they are still under the continuous vibration of space ripples. They are almost unprepared!"
"Contact the Great White Fleet now. Hurry up. What? Still can't reach them? This … "
Different from the 'navies' of the civilizations on a single planet, the 'Deep Sky Fleets' of the space civilizations often had to wander beyond the mother planet or even the mother world for explorations and expeditions thousands of lightyears away or even further away. The control of the mother world over the Deep Sky Fleets was very weak. The Deep Sky Fleets were basically independent kingdoms.
It was even safe to say that the Xing Yao Federation had nine Sectors in total. Other than the seven Sectors in the conventional sense, the Burning Prairie Fleet and the Great White Fleet were just two tiny Sectors.
Compared to the Burning Prairie Fleet, which the government had invested a lot of funds to build, the Great White Fleet was largely based on Jin Xinyue and the private sects including the Glorious Sunlight Group. It was a wild, self-destructive fleet. The government's control over it was even weaker.
The Great White Fleet had just finished a voyage drill that lasted almost a year. Although the voyage logs were sent back every now and then, nobody knew where they had been, what they had done, what had happened, or what they were up to except for the logs.
It was well known that Bai Xingjian, commander of the Great White Fleet, had always been aloof from the legitimate fleet system of the Union Army. He was actually Jin Xinyue's trusted subordinate.
Shua! Shua! Shua!
Everybody focused their eyes on Jin Xinyue's face.
However, Jin Xinyue was as dumbfounded as they were. Staring at the unpredictable, thunderous light spots on the light beam, she had no idea what had happened to Bai Xingjian in the Great White Fleet.
"According to the current acceleration, the Great White Fleet will collide with the second wave of jump clusters of the Black Wind Fleet in three minutes!"
On the light beam, the battle was like a game of chess.
The first unexpected chess piece jumped up and bared its bloodstained tusks!
…
The battle was like a game of chess. The leadership of the Federation such as Wan Guqing, Guo Chunfeng, Jin Xinyue, and Bai Xingjian were the players.
Those dominating big shots fought their battles in the dry and safe command center, in the changing light beams, in the rolling numbers, in the arrangement of troops, and in the serial games.
Their battles were sometimes magnificent and sometimes unpredictable. It was indeed a great game with the universe as the chessboard and the starships as the chess pieces.
On the chessboard, everything could be seen clearly. There were connections that could be found. There was the process of the so-called 'thunderous, unstoppable, desperate counterattack'. There were many soul-stirring 'winning moves'.
Even if they failed, they would at least know clearly why they failed, and they would still have time to be shocked, dazed, and regretful.
However, the war could not be won by the big shots alone after all.
Every delicate winning move, every interconnected scheme, and every deeply hidden trap of the big shots had to be completed by the common soldiers who were fighting in the frontline.
For the common soldiers who were mired in the cruel battle between the Heaven's Origin Fleet and the Black Wind Fleet, they could not say that the battle was like a game of chess.
Through the bloodstained windows, the battle in front of their eyes was not a chess game where every move was clear but two enormous, chaotic, and violent swirls of death that were colliding, entangling, and destroying each other unreasonably!
The Rabid Dog was one of the common soldiers.
He could not see the schemes of the Black Wind Fleet, the chaos of the Burning Prairie Fleet, or the miraculous arrival of the Great White Fleet. He did not know that the light spots bouncing out of the void far away were the components of the space gate of the Imperium, nor did he know what would happen after the star beacons were assembled.
He only saw that the spiritual shields of the starships around him turned into a dim crimson color, like veins that were gradually drying up.
He only saw that the shells of many starships turned dangerous orange and exploded without any sign. While they turned into enormous fireballs, tremendous pieces that were entangled in violent electric arcs of spiritual energy darted out like flowers, forming an interconnected, irregular storm of death on the battlefield.
He saw that the sharp pieces reaped lives easily like sickles, treating both the enemy and his own side equally without any mercy. A lot of soldiers of the Union Army and the soldiers of the Imperium were engaged in fierce battles, only to be pierced through by the same piece and skewered together like roasted meat.
He also saw that a lot of people were knocked off course by the pieces, and their power rune arrays all malfunctioned. It was futile for them to struggle. In desperation, they fell into the enormous pillar of light of the collision of the warships of the two parties. The moment they fell into the pillar of light, they vanished like mosquitoes that fell into molten steel. Neither their screams nor their smoke was left behind at all.
The Rabid Dog had participated in the ground wars within the atmosphere and the space wars in the vacuum.
The deaths in the ground wars were accompanied by screams, roars, cries, and fearless roars, as well as the deafening bombardment.
The war in the vacuum, on the other hand, was absolutely silent. Everybody seemed to be performing a solemn and solemn mime.
The extremely dazzling scene of destruction and the maddening silence formed an extremely strange contradiction. It made him unable to tell which of the two forms of war was crueler.
Perhaps all wars were the same. For the insignificant dust, the insignificant ants, and the numbers on the combat ability calculation table, both the ground and the space were equally cruel.
Yes. He was Jin Dan and a major of the Union Army.
But so what?
Starships several kilometers long revolved slowly in front of him like dying whales, only to be pierced deeply by dozens of pillars of light that looked like spears. The seemingly solid plate armor was cracked easily, and fireballs spurted out of the cracks like abnormal tumors. At the same time, countless Building Foundation Stage Cultivators, Core Formation Stage Cultivators, and even Yuanying Cultivators who were piloting the starships were spurted out too. Whether or not they triggered the feeble spiritual shields to resist, they were all burnt into ash in the end or melted together with the Crystal Suit into orange meteoroids.
The Rabid Dog drifted in the surging tides raised by the storm of spiritual energy, like a straw floating on an ocean. The meteorites made of countless human bodies and magical equipment brushed past him.
His spiritual energy was running dry, and the Crystal Suit was on the verge of destruction. Only dozens of rune arrays were still functioning.
At this moment, any random meteoroid could claim his life. Faced with such a vast and chaotic battlefield and such an absurd and cruel fate, was there any difference between Jin Dan and an ant?
His body, which was moving like a dead leaf, suddenly came to a halt, as if he had fallen into the eye of a storm that was temporarily stabilized. The heated battlefield fell into a weird silence.
The brain that was shaking violently inside his skull gradually stabilized. It was not until then that the Rabid Dog sensed the agony of broken bones, exploding internal organs, and burning nerve endings, as well as the suffocating suffocation when his soul was burnt up.
The seasoned soldier realized with his keen intuition that the momentary tranquility was an ominous sign. They had lost. They had lost the war!
The fire of war in the cold universe died out as quickly as it was ignited. In a moment, the only things left around him were the cold remnants of starships and bizarre-shaped bodies. It was like a boundless graveyard in space. The scattered pillars of light that shot out from the remnants on his side would soon trigger the counterattack of the enemy that was a hundred times more numerous. The Exos of the Imperium who were attacking him like a swarm of locusts, too!
The Rabid Dog smiled miserably, but a large cluster of blood clots popped out of his mouth. He felt that his abdomen was burning and numb. When he lowered his head, he discovered that an antenna as thick as a fist had pierced deep into his liver.
The experience of brushing past death time and time again in a hundred years told him that it was a fatal wound.
This time, he had truly struggled to the end.
"Such … a common way to die. F * ck!"
The Rabid Dog felt that his head was dizzy. His past flashed in the darkness like a lantern. The burning pain in his liver overlapped with the unforgettable punch a hundred years ago.
He felt like throwing up again.
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