broken world

In the [-]th year of the cosmic calendar, in December of the first year of the new imperial calendar, Reinhardt led the main fleet of the imperial army to station in Al Fasil.

Different from the turbulent Arreat Starfield, Al Facil was immersed in an atmosphere that was so peaceful that it could be called peaceful.

"Your Excellency Mittermeier governs well."

More than one admiral praised this, and the Gale Wolf responded with a polite smile: "The unexpected smoothness is not entirely due to my credit."

The report on the defeat of Vulture City was presented to Reinhard at the same time as the report on the battle of Qilash.

"Even if you can't win, you won't end up in a disastrous defeat." Reinhardt's ice-blue eyes were filled with cold anger.

When leaving Odin, the Imperial Army had 1 ships, and now less than a quarter of it remains. (Note [-])

"The key problem is in Vitu Metuze." The red-haired Marshal said earnestly, "The Allied Army is the first to master the technology of mobile fortresses, and it seems that our army will use the city of vultures as a stronghold to attack Vitu Metu As Ze had expected, the specially designed new defensive armor can also just disintegrate the main beam cannon of Vulture City."

"You mean, Kemp lost technically, not tactically?"

"It's like this... During the battle of Qilash, His Excellency Roenthal led his army to successfully block the fourth and eighth fleets of the Allied Forces and win back our army. His Majesty Reinhardt must reward him. As for Admiral Murat ...Your Majesty, please don't blame him."

"Gilfies..."

"When retreating from the city of vultures, thanks to Admiral Murat's orderly command, our army still retained the strength of [-] ships. And Admiral Kamp..." When it came to this, the red-haired marshal's blue eyes His eyes were covered with gloom, "I made my last effort to smash the fortress of Vulture City to Vitu Metuze, his sacrifice..."

After a moment of silence, Reinhardt said: "Kamp will be awarded the title of first-class general, and he will be buried with a state funeral."

When the news that Carl Gustav Kemp was posthumously appointed first-class general reached Lumpriga, the fourth star in the Arreat star field, Nethal Murat had just communicated with his family in the imperial capital of Odin. complete.

Murat, who was finally in a good mood, turned into a low mood again.

The wailing, pain, and despair of the Vulture City before its demise flooded his heart like a flood...

If I had died instead of Admiral Kemp at that time...

The sandy eyes were clouded with mist, and Murat couldn't forgive herself for leaving Kemp alone and surviving.

"Admiral Murat." Hearing someone calling behind her, Murat quickly wiped her eyes with her hand, and when she turned her head, she found that it was Sylvia.

"I saw you bent down, is the wound still hurting?"

To Sylvia, this sentence was just a formulaic greeting, but to Murat, it felt extremely tender.

"No...it's something else."

Silcia nodded, turned around and walked towards the ward building, her burgundy hair was bathed in the caress of the sun, but her slender figure gave people a sense of firmness.

But what attracted Murat at first was her pair of pure light green eyes without a trace of variegation, elegant and deep charm, like a piece of flawless jade.

Victor, who came to take Murat back to the ward when it was time, couldn't help coughing twice when he saw this scene. Murat smiled shyly, and inexplicably recalled what Camp said to him before he died:

I have never experienced anything, so how can I say such words.

...Maybe, I'm experiencing it.

Murat thought.

Unlike Lumpriga, who was indulging in the warm pink atmosphere, someone in Feisha was disturbed by nightmares.

In Yang Xiaoli's dark and gloomy dream, bursts of mournful and low-key crying disturbed her.

"Who? Who is it?" The echo reverberated in the empty darkness. Yang Xiaoli walked forward and found a woman in a bright light in front of her, covering her face and crying sadly, and a little boy beside her was hugging her tightly.

【"Mom! Mom! Don't cry! I will avenge my father! I will kill the villain who killed my father!"

"Yes! Get rid of him!"] Another younger boy walked past Yang Xiaoli, and hugged the weeping woman together with that boy.

Yang Xiaoli suddenly woke up from the nightmare.

"Camp..." Although this word has become the source of Yang Xiaoli's nightmares during this time, Yang Xiaoli herself does not shy away from mentioning this word.

Kemp was killed by her.

No one could have felt more deeply the sorrow in her heart.Although she saved Wistatt, Jillfies, and Reinhardt's heart that was about to fall into emptiness and closure.

But who will save her?

Yang Weili once said that the military is a profession that legalizes killing. [The army is a violent institution, and the so-called violence has no distinction between good and evil. 】

That is to say, killing is killing, and it is impossible to obliterate or even beautify the matter of killing based on the legitimacy or nobleness of the motive. (Note 2)

Killing is a sin...

And how many bloods of imperial soldiers have my hands been stained with?

Yang Xiaoli stared blankly at her hand in a daze.

Feisha was shrouded in thin mist in the early morning, and no one brought her an answer.

She could only go all the way along the bloody road, becoming the object of curses from the mouths of the countless orphans and widows of the empire.

Many people said that her body was legendary. As the first and last female marshal of the alliance, she was surrounded by supreme glory as a soldier all her life.

But who has thought about her life?From the time she entered the military academy at the age of 16, her life no longer belonged to her alone, but belonged to the 120 billion people of the alliance.

Unlike Yang Weili who was forced to embark on the road of being a soldier, Yang Xiaoli's path was chosen by herself.

And, she had no choice.

If she doesn't stand up and fight for the alliance, who will fight for the alliance?And who can shoulder the burden of perpetuating the glimmer of democracy?

...Responsibility, this terrible word, how many valuable things are going to be wiped out?So far no one has been able to see clearly.

Fraser time, at 6:07 in the morning, Yang Xiaoli was walking downstairs in the officer's dormitory, and met Julian who was jogging in the morning. When asked why she got up so early, Yang Xiaoli suddenly remembered what Ming Hong said.

"I heard from Minghong that you have been having a nightmare repeatedly since you were 12 years old. Is there such a thing, Julian?"

【Note】

Note 1: The original text is "When I left my hometown, the Imperial Army had [-] ships, but now only one-twentieth is left."This article has been modified for Ragnarok's troop configuration.

Note 2: Who said the sentence "Soldier is a profession that legalizes killing"...forgot.The latter sentence can definitely be said by Yang Weili.

The author has something to say: Thank you for liking Xiao Yang

Chapter [-] Teenager's Dream

"I heard from Minghong that you have been having a nightmare repeatedly since you were 12 years old. Is there such a thing, Julian?"

The brown-haired boy scratched his hair in embarrassment, "It's not a special dream..."

"Can you tell me?" Yang Xiaoli was unexpectedly curious about Julian's dream, but when she realized that this move was impolite, Yang Xiaoli turned around and said, "If you feel embarrassed...don't say anything." Can."

"No, there is no such thing. If Your Excellency is willing to listen... I would be happy to tell Your Excellency." The brown-haired boy became embarrassed and shy again.

The suspicion in Yang Xiaoli's heart deepened: admiration?Minghong, are you sure this guy really only has admiration! ! !Ahhhh, I must not be the strange aunt who kidnaps teenagers, it's too scary! ! ! !Oops

In fact, after Yang Xiaoli listened to Julian's story, an uncontrollable sadness almost overwhelmed her nerves that were already on the verge of collapse.

"When I was 12 years old, when I just became His Excellency Minghong's adopted son, I would have the same dream repeatedly... Sometimes it was so exaggerated that I would repeat it two or three times in one night, until one night I had it again I was awakened by a nightmare, and Mr. Ming Chen happened to be by my bedside, so I couldn't help but tell him about that fragmented dream..."

"In the beginning, I was in a dark space. I seemed to be rushing to a certain place in a ship, and then I entered a ship with the word "Ⅱ" printed on it, as if I was looking for something important. As if running all the way. As I was running, I heard myself yelling something, maybe a thing, but more like... a person, anyway, I'm not sure what I'm looking for. But if I don't find it, my It will be very uncomfortable and frightening.”

Yang Xiaoli asked with a pale face, "Then did you find it?"

Julian bit his lip in pain, "No. I think, if I find it, this won't be a nightmare."

Julian...you are wrong, if you do find it, this is a real nightmare.

On June [-], [-] in the cosmic calendar, Yang Weili was assassinated by the Earth Cult on the cruiser "Reda II".When Julian rushed to the rescue, the most intelligent general in the alliance would never open his eyes again... Magician, gone forever.

Yang Xiaoli could only hide the sadness in her eyes by closing her eyes.

Dead or alive, who is more pitiful.

Yang Weili's death did not end the last glimmer of democracy, which may be the greatest gratification in his life.

However, Felicity Niga, Julian, and the many people who fought for him and because of him... who should bear their sorrow...

Yang Xiaoli was lost in thought.However, the God of Destiny obviously didn't want to give her even this little time. The red light of the communicator representing the emergency signal lit up, and after Yang Xiaoli connected, the image of Alfred Roland appeared:

"Your Excellency, please go to Feisha's command room immediately, there is an urgent military report."

Emergency military report?A bad thought flashed in Yang Xiaoli's mind, it could not be the Imperial Army...

"A few days ago, the imperial army with more than [-] ships set out from Al Fasil. According to the analysis of the intelligence analysis section and the navigation chart calculation section of the headquarters, the final destination of this imperial army should be Feisha."

On the communication screen, Deputy Chief Ina Percy said with a stern face.

Yang Xiaoli asked with a premonition: "Is the flagship confirmed? Who is the commander of this imperial fleet?"

Ina Percy nodded: "The flagship is confirmed, Barbarossa."

Gilfies!

Yang Xiaoli's complexion changed drastically.Although it was predicted early on that in order to suppress the Feisha Group Army, the Imperial Army should dispatch a general of the first rank or higher to command, but I did not expect it to be...

"It seems that the Imperial Army really attaches great importance to our Feisha Army, and actually sent a commander at the level of Marshal." Xiankobu said with a narrow smile.

But in the entire command room, he was the only one who could still laugh. Even Yang Xiaoli didn't know what expression to use to face everyone.

Among the four, Reinhardt, Gilfies, Mittermeier, and Reuenthal are not ranked well in terms of their ability to use troops, but Siegfried Gilfies is undoubtedly the top four. One of the most difficult to deal with personally...

Reinhardt's reputation for long victories was broken by Yang Weili in the Battle of Bamilion, but Gilfies never lost a single battle until his death in the City of Condors.

The undefeated hero refers to his invulnerability in tactics, as well as his bravery and skill in resourcefulness.In the "Battle of the Chihoisa Space Field" against the noble army, [-] high-speed cruisers disrupted the Lideheim army of [-] ships.

How many people in the universe can match his resourcefulness and courage...

Yang Xiaoli began to cover her head and regret, why did she join forces with Ming Chen to save him in the City of Condors? Isn't this a great disaster for the alliance? ~>_<~+

"Admiral Yang Xiaoli."

"exist!"

"Pheiser's army is going all out to stop the Imperial Army's Gilphiaes fleet, and Pheisan must not fall!"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

After finishing the communication with the headquarters, Yang Xiaoli immediately issued an order to connect to the No.13 fleet in the Vanade star field.

When only Li Shuang with dark green hair and lake green eyes appeared on the communication screen, Yang Xiaoli suddenly had the urge to grab the ground with her head.

"Where's Cao Xiaofeng?" Yang Xiaoli called the commander of the No.13 Fleet of the Allied Forces by name.

Li Shuang showed an apologetic expression, and said with erratic eyes: "Xiaofeng...he was still there just now, but when he was chewing gum, he accidentally...choked into his trachea...now he is still in the medical room... chewing gum……"

Even chewing gum can choke into the trachea! ! !Cao Xiaofeng, you are the best of the best! ! !

"What about Lieutenant Colonel Zhang Xu?" As the deputy commander of the fleet, there should be no reason for his absence.

The expression on Li Shuang's face was even more apologetic: "Zhang Xu... went to the Sadorak Starfield a few days ago."

"The war is about to start now, what is he going to do in the Sadorak Starfield!" Yang Xiaoli didn't remember that there was any real military defense line in the Sadolak Starfield in this battle.

When Li Shuang was in a difficult situation, Zhang Xu appeared on the screen with an apologetic smile. Yang Xiaoli's facial expression, which was initially relaxed, became even uglier after hearing Zhang Xu's first sentence. Zhang Xu said:

"The transaction limit of Vanade Starfield Securities Exchange Center is 500 million dinars, but the amount of stocks sold this time is more than [-] million, so I can only go to Sadolak Starfield Securities Exchange Center to operate."

Stock trading ————————————————————! ! !

Are there any reliable people in the Thirteenth Fleet? ! !God, you didn't mess with me, did you!Let such a fleet resist Gilfies' elite division! ! !Wouldn't it be to die...

But... more than [-] million?

Yang Xiaoli asked frantically, "May I ask, how much is Lieutenant Colonel Zhang Xu's net worth?"

It was Li Shuang who answered her question: "A preliminary estimate is more than one billion..."

"It's all from stock trading?"

"……almost."

Yang Xiaoli wanted to flip the table again!

"You have so much money, why do you join the army! Isn't this funny!"

Zhang Xu smiled lightly and said, "Stock trading is my job, and fleet warfare is my hobby."