broken world

Sitting in the communication room, the shock in Xiao Wei's heart could not be subsided for a long time.

Maga Scharnhorst also felt the same way.

"If it is implemented smoothly, the final victory must belong to our alliance." Majia said without exaggeration.

"I also think so."

"But the question is, will Arret's Imperial Army fleet stand still?"

"It's unlikely, but Vitumetuse is the strongest fortress in the universe, and it's impossible to break through it with a fleet alone."

"Anyway, be careful."

"Yes."

When Majia was about to leave the communication room, Xiao Wei stopped her and asked, "How is Aidie's injury?"

Majia blinked her beautiful brown eyes and said, "Normal navigation is acceptable, but frequent space jumps are temporarily unacceptable."

Speaking of this, Xiao Wei's eyes dimmed: "It's all my fault that I was eager for quick success, and almost lost Eddie..."

"Cheer up, this is not like what our confident commander said. Of course, if it were me, I would definitely give up the pursuit because of laziness and sleep. However, after going through this battle, at least Let us experience the ingenuity of the empire's dual use of soldiers, and we are not returning empty-handed.

"Besides, how does that old saying go, 'The proud soldier must be defeated, but the sad soldier must be victorious.' I believe that the Eighth Fleet will be even stronger in the future."

Proud soldiers must be defeated, mourning soldiers must be victorious, right?Apparently that woman said the same thing.Xiao Wei thought to herself.

"No one can guarantee to win every battle, and every famous player grows from failures and setbacks. It is extremely unfair and foolish to kill him because of a single mistake before becoming a famous player. So , I think there is no need for any formal or substantive punishment for this defeat. On the contrary, after this duel with the Empire, the Eighth Fleet must have learned more actual combat experience, and will make up for it in the next battle Good. The proud soldiers will be defeated, and the sad soldiers will be victorious. I believe that Admiral Xiao will make proud military exploits again."

This is the Eighth Fleet of the Allied Forces lost more than 3000 ships in the Qilash Battle and was almost eaten by the Imperial Army. What Yang Xiaoli said to her at that time.

Xiao Wei has always regarded Yang Xiaoli as a competitor, but until then, she realized that the two people not only have too much difference in tactics and strategy, but also in bearing...

"It seems that I am convinced that I lost." Xiao Wei said with relief.

Different from the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere at the forefront of the battle line, the atmosphere permeating Heinesen, the capital of the alliance, can be said to be full of wind and rain.

"The imperial army has invaded, why hasn't our army moved yet?"

"Is it possible to easily give Al Fasil to the dog emperor of the empire to satisfy his growing ambition? Such an approach is tantamount to quenching thirst with poison."

"The Central Army and the Bharat Army have not moved. Is the government negotiating peace with the empire? What we want is democratic rights, not selling sovereignty or territory in exchange for false peace!"

"Military secrets? Can a sentence of military secrets explain the government's inaction?"

Such tunes made Ming Hong's seven orifices smoke.

"If possible, I really want to switch with Yang Xiaoli. I'll fight Iserlohn, and she will deal with the overwhelming public grievances." Ming Hong complained to Ming Chen.

Ming Chen just sorted out the reports piled up on the table, and said with a smile: "Otherwise, you can follow the example of the blond brat and set up a monarchy, and then set up a secret police station or something, so that the people will dare not speak out. "

"Cut! Do you really want me to be Goldbaum? Monarchy is a retrogression of democracy." Ming Hong said gruffly.

"I can't see that you are so passionate about democracy."

"...No way, if I was born in the Empire, if I happened to have a beautiful older sister or younger sister, I would consider becoming the second Reinhardt, but definitely not the second Goldbaum."

"Don't get into it too deeply..." After Ming Chen finished this sentence with unclear meaning, Ming Hong stopped talking about it, but moved to other topics:

"How about the Arret five-star field?"

"Everything is planned. However, the Imperial Army has sent a fleet to quell the rebellion in the Fat A star field. Should we take some countermeasures?"

Minghong looked at him coldly: "How should we deal with it? Now the Eighth Fleet must defend Vitumetuse, the Fourth Fleet is going to Iserlohn, and the No.13 Fleet will soon go to war with Gilfies. Which fleet do you want?" To rescue Fatea?"

"Then...let them sacrifice in vain..."

"Their sacrifices will not be in vain. Their blood will arouse even greater dissatisfaction and anger among the people. Sooner or later, the spark of Arreat will burn into a raging fire. At that time, the empire will..."

"Will be eaten by fire."

"Yes."

In this battle called "Twilight of the Gods", it was not only the soldiers who died on the frontline that were finally recorded in the annals of history, but the organization called "Arret's Spark" also played an indelible role in it , especially when the Allied forces went deep into the empire and launched a surprise attack on the Iserlohn Fortress, it was "Arret's Spark" who was responsible for collecting information and transmitting it to the Allied forces.

In the 31th year of the cosmic calendar, on December [-]st of the first year of the new imperial calendar, the new galactic empire, the Royankram dynasty, is about to usher in the first New Year since its founding.

【"cheers!"

"Cheers! To the new year."

"Cheers! For the feat done."

"Cheers! To the last year of the Alliance of Free Planets!"]

Among the crowd, Isaac Fernand von Tneijer's toast seemed abrupt and loud, Mittermeier just glanced at him, and quickly turned his head to talk to Baierlan.

If Roenthal were here, he would definitely have said more bitter and sarcastic words.

The Gale Wolf was thinking, and at this moment, the dazzling blond lord came over, "Admiral Mittermeier."

"Your Majesty the Emperor."

"I heard that Admiral Roenthal encountered obstacles in Arreat."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor." Mittermeier did not shy away from this, and he frankly admitted that compared to Al Fasil, Arreat's ruling was more difficult.

In addition, when the imperial army attacked Vitu Metuze, it had to use Arreat as the rear supply base, so the stability of the five-star field of Arreat was the general guarantee for the Imperial Army's Fraser theater.

If Arritt's five-star domain is not yet stable, he will rush to attack Vitu Metuze, and he will probably fall into a dilemma of being attacked by the enemy.

It is impossible for Reoenthal to make such a low-level mistake.Therefore, the feasible method is to allocate some troops to block the exit direction of the Feisha Corridor Empire on the basis of barely maintaining the stability of Arreat.

It has to be said that the admiral of the gold and silver demon pupils drew another lot this time. ←←

Different from Al Fasil's peaceful and festive atmosphere, Lumpriga, the fourth star in the Arrit star field, enforced martial law on New Year's Eve. The cold winter night imprisoned everyone's heart.

After Sylvia had dinner, she went to the window alone and stared at the street downstairs.

She's been in the habit since the first day she moved into the apartment.

Watch quietly, miss silently, never forget...

I don't know where I saw this sentence.

Silosia's gaze was tranced on several windows in the distance that were lit with warm lights...

Since when, the light illuminates only her.

Yes, only her.

Her life was torn apart by the old empire and the new empire, leaving only incomplete memories.

And these memories are too beautiful, so beautiful that she dare not touch them lightly...

"Silucia, go and see Renee, why is she grabbing the tablecloth to eat, ah, Tersa wet her pants again, I just changed it..."

"Don't worry, dear, they are all our little angels."

"Angels! Come and take care of them for a day!"

……

Silusia's hand rested on the frosty windowpane, and the tears that had just shed seemed to condense into ice crystals at the corners of her eyes.

Silcia wiped the corners of her eyes, and wiped out a small piece of clear glass on the window glass with her hand. Through this transparent glass, she saw an Imperial Army ground vehicle stopped downstairs. The dark-haired imperial officer stepped out of the car and looked up at the window where she was.

Silcia immediately turned around and stepped aside.

How could he come?