From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars

"Well, just one sentence: we will fight to the end."

The Marquis of Ascania, who was sitting in the captain's seat of the Dawn Sword, turned his head with a strange expression and looked at Raphael beside him.

"Just this one sentence? Nothing else?"

"Yes, Marquis, the remnants of the Federation sent only this one sentence through the public channel."

Hearing Raphael's answer, Marquis of Ascania took a breath and leaned back on the back of the captain's seat.

"'We will fight to the end', this sentence is easy to understand. It not only lets the Federation fleet know that there are still resistance forces on the ground, but also conveys to us their determination not to give up resistance easily."

The Marquis looked at the slowly rotating virtual planet image in the center of the bridge and said:

"Although it is a hostile relationship, I have to admit that the fighting spirit of these Federation soldiers is indeed worthy of admiration, but the previous 'well, just one sentence'. Raphael, what do you think?"

Faced with the Marquis's question, Raphael's colonel's expression also became a little strange.

"Is there a possibility that they made a mistake when sending the message because the situation was too urgent? After all, according to the report from the ground forces, they almost stopped the federal team that attacked the communication station."

"If it was an emergency, wouldn't it be better to be as short as possible? How could there be time to add an interjection in front?"

"Oh, this."

Although Raphael initially thought that the person who sent the message should have made a mistake, after hearing what the Marquis of Ascania said, he couldn't help but start to think of other possibilities.

"Forget it, we may never get any results by guessing on our own. Let the intelligence department analyze whether there is any hidden content in this message."

"Yes, Lord Marquis."

"Well, just one sentence: We will fight to the end."

In the combat conference room of the Equality, Brigadier General Duwell looked at the message on the screen, and while he was a little excited, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Now they do know that the friendly forces on the ground are still resisting, and they are still determined to continue fighting. This makes Duwell and other commanders of the task force feel that the fleet's battle now seems meaningful.

But the strange format of this line of information always makes Brigadier General Duwell feel that it may not be as simple as it seems.

"Do you have any ideas?"

The Brigadier General raised his head and looked at the others in the combat conference room.

"Maybe. They are conveying some information to us? The hidden information is hidden in it, so that it can also be sent on the public frequency band, so that the empire will ignore the meaning of it?"

"Could it be that they made a mistake when they sent the message?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" A participant waved his hand, and then continued:

"The text and symbols of this message may have certain meanings. I suggest that the intelligence department start from the perspective of cryptography, and maybe they can find the true meaning behind it."

"Lilith, are you artificially retarded?"

In the speeding communication relay car, Amber complained in his mind with some annoyance.

He is now heading to the next path point with his mobile infantry platoon.

If Bruce, who he met at the brigade headquarters before, hadn't reminded him, Amber didn't even know that he had sent such an abstract message.

"You only need to send the last sentence, why did you add my previous words? Don't you, an AI, have this little ability to distinguish?"

"Because when people asked the Master what information to send, the Master said this sentence? Lilith is just faithfully executing every one of your instructions, Master~~~"

Lilith's voice sounded in her mind, and the last Master's tail tone was very long, which sounded very annoying to Amber.

"If you were in the real world, your butt would be broken by me now."

"Master, you can come to the virtual world, and then you can do whatever you want to me~"

"6, you wait."

In the following days, Amber led the mobile infantry platoon to march continuously according to the route of the combat plan.

During this period, Major Randall, Tom, and Isabel's bodies were almost recovered.

At the beginning, Amber even planned to send Randall and Tom to the field hospital of the brigade headquarters. After all, there are professional field medical vehicles there, and the conditions in all aspects are better than staying here.

As a result, when Amber sent the information and injuries of the two people, she was rejected by the field hospital.

The reason for rejection was very simple: the injuries were too light and could recover on their own.

Soon, this long-distance maneuvering of stopping and starting lasted for more than ten days.

During these days, Amber even led the team to an energy station to replenish fuel, battery packs, food, medicine and drinking water.

The impact of the space elevator being locked on the imperial forces was also slowly exposed in these days.

The biggest problem is that their logistics can't keep up.

Originally, they could rely on airdrop warehouses and aerospace transport aircraft to support them, but since the appearance of the federal task force, they would come to harass every now and then.

The airdrop operation of the imperial forces, which had already shrunk significantly due to the scarcity of windows, was even worse.

Although the troops did not have a big shortage of food and drinking water, after all, they could "borrow" some from the locals if they really needed it.

But the supply of fuel, battery packs and ammunition can only rely on the fleet to find a way.

The imperial troops did try to find the federal energy supply points, but the problem was that these supply points had either been wiped out long ago, or they were strictly guarded and could only be captured violently.

In this case, the most intuitive feeling for Amber was that the pursuit speed of the imperial troops was getting slower and slower.

Moreover, when they encountered some imperial troops during the march, their desire to actively intercept them became less and less.

At the same time, the Federation's central star system, the capital Telvina, finally received urgent military information from the border area.

When this urgent military message was delivered to the Federal Navy Marshal, Trafalgar, the 68-year-old Marshal immediately set off from the Naval Command and headed to the Federal Presidential Palace as quickly as possible.

His idea is simple, that is to immediately mobilize the main fleet to the border system to increase reinforcements.

However, according to federal law, the federal main fleet must be personally ordered by the president before it can be put into combat.

Otherwise, even Admiral Trafalgar would not have the authority to transfer.

This is why he rushed to the Presidential Palace as soon as possible.

However, when Marshal Trafalgar and the Secretary of Defense, who had also received the news, came to the Presidential Palace and explained that there was an urgent military situation and that they needed to meet and discuss with the President immediately, they were taken to the lounge by the head of the Presidential Office. .

"His Excellency the President is meeting with important visitors in the reception room. Please wait here for a moment."

The person in charge's words directly made Marshal Trafalgar laugh angrily.

"Wait a moment?! This is an urgent military message from the border galaxy that spans the entire territory of the Federation. You want me to wait here a moment?!"

Seeing the head of the office turning away unmoved, the old marshal fell weakly on the chair in the reception room.

"The distance of more than a dozen galaxies failed to hinder the transmission of this urgent military information, but at the last moment it was blocked by a wooden door in the reception room."

"Such a Federation"