All officers and soldiers of this medium-sized fleet that traveled through the borderlands of the empire like a ghost heard a shocking news-the fleet's trip was to break through the space channel connecting the empire and the federation, enter the hinterland of the federation, and execute a sacred mission. plan!
For decades, the war between the Empire and the Federation has never stopped. The Federation has twice attacked the Empire's mainland in a big way. However, because of the one-way door of the universe, the Empire could not directly attack the Federation. Domain, it took more than six years of long interstellar journey to attack the Xilin region of the Federation.
Regardless of the class, the insulter or the insulted, the people of the Empire are depressed and distressed by this tragic situation of passive beating. They are always looking forward to the scientists of Tianjing Star to master these two giant space channels as soon as possible. The law of the Empire, the heroic warriors of the empire and the invincible royal mecha divisions are directly sent to the Federation, so that those shameless Federation invaders can deeply feel the pain of the kind of homeland threatened by war...
However, the long years have passed, and the empire is still only able to send young soldiers on a long journey of no return. The state machinery is fully overloaded, and it can only barely meet the resource needs of the expedition. The invisible giant door in the universe , without the slightest sign of loosening, directly attacking the homeland of the Federation, for the fanatical people of the Empire, over-fading is like a beautiful and unrealistic dream.
The officers and soldiers in the fleet stared dumbfounded at General Caton's red face on the light curtain. After listening to what he said, they realized that this dream was actually in their own hands, and it was about to become a reality.
Probably for some unbelievable reason, the fleet of dozens of light warships fell silent at this moment, until someone finally woke up and shouted in ecstasy, followed by countless boiling discussions and being thrown into the air. The military caps rise and fall one after another in the relatively narrow space of the battleship.
The soldiers of the Empire knew that this mysterious mission, this mission to create history, would be extremely dangerous, and it might even be a dead end, and their warships were still in the process of slowly accelerating, and they were still 100 miles away from the Federation. It was very far away, but they were so excited as if they had won a big battle, and the black hibiscus flag was flying over the land of the Federation.
Spring has come, will summer be far behind? If the fleet can really successfully pass through the space channel and enter the hinterland of the Federation, will it be far from the time before the empire's millions of heroes enter the Federation
"Sergeant Huai, how do you write this word?"
The thin mechanic came to Huai Cao Shi and asked in a trembling voice. His fingers holding the pen were also trembling, maybe because he was too excited to know about this task, or maybe because he was asked by his superiors. Fear of writing a suicide note.
The Imperial Army generously provided two non-cheap vegetable fiber papers to all participating officers and soldiers, and asked them to write a suicide note.
This detail proves that the Imperial military leadership has a clear understanding of the complexity and danger of this plan.
Although this plan was named Cross Hunting by the Minister of Military Affairs of the Empire, everyone could have imagined that the giant space opening technology, which had just been developed for less than two years, could bury this fleet in the violent cosmic storm in the passage at any time. Even if this fleet can break through the passage and enter the hinterland of the Federation, the fleet will soon face the brilliance of the evil charter, the powerful space fleet of the Federation, and they have to complete that secret mission...
This ghostly fleet has only dozens of light warships, and they have to carry such an important mission. Can they come back alive
The engine oil in the mechanic room had a strong smell, the stench of vomit came from the corners, and the metal structure of the battleship made a disturbing hum from the high-speed sailing. With the slightest emotion, he took the paper handed over by the middle-aged mechanic and wrote a word at random.
In the process of writing, he glanced inadvertently from the corner of his eye, and realized that the most important content in the will of the mechanic was the issue of the ownership of the self-cultivation machine in his hometown. The means of production are left to the son of his ex-wife.
The middle-aged Jixiu soldier smiled honestly, took the paper and continued to lay down on the table to write seriously. From time to time, he asked the people around him about legal issues about inheritance. It can even be said to be nonsense, but looking at the sad expression of the middle-aged Jixiubing, it seems that this is the case, and it is difficult for him to understand.
Some people have finished writing their suicide notes, and are leaning on the buffer chair and chatting loudly, smoking low-quality tobacco, and their black and yellow teeth are spewing swear words and excited discussions from time to time. It seems that no one is worried about their own in this secret mission. life issues.
Huai Cao Shi didn't understand how a semi-literate commoner could be competent for precise mechanic work. Could it be that the basic education work of the empire has declined to such a degree? Looking at the boring companions in the mechanic room, he couldn't understand what the future of the empire could have to do with these cannon fodder-like characters, and why they were so excited.
After being quiet for a long time, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked the middle-aged mechanic next to him, "This mission is very dangerous. Your three sons are all very young, but I don't think you are too afraid. why is that?"
The middle-aged mechanic took out a cigarette case and handed him a cigarette. After being rejected, he lit one with an unnatural expression. After taking a deep breath, he answered with an honest smile: "Of course I'm afraid, but battles always have to be fought. Yes, otherwise when those bastards from the Federation hit my hometown, what should I do with my broken home? Besides, even if I am recruited to the expeditionary force, it may not be easier than this task. I told you last time, I heard that It was a tough fight."
"More importantly," said the middle-aged mechanic, waving his cigarette butts happily, "We are the first batch of full-scale troops to pass through the space channel. As the commander said, my name will be on the history textbooks in the future. , what do you think my broken family, my sons, should be proud of?"
Huai Cao Shi looked at this person with a blank expression. In the future history of the Xindao Empire, the name of His Majesty who launched this plan will definitely be recorded, Caton who led the fleet to implement the plan, and perhaps the military department will be remembered. The name of the big man, but he would never remember an ordinary soldier like this.
He didn't say anything, looked at the middle-aged machine repair soldier and smiled slightly, reached out and patted the man's shoulder, and walked to the cleaner environment outside the machine repair room.
The pat on the shoulder was a bit stiff, like a superior's praise or appeasement to a subordinate, but for him, it was an extremely rare expression of emotion.
The middle-aged machine repair soldier looked at the back of this thin guy, feeling a little weird in his heart, and couldn't help scratching his head with an ink pen.
Will history remember its own name? Is it the real name of Huai Cao Shi, or the title of Su Meng? According to the plan that His Majesty handed over to the military department, if all goes well, I will only be an observer and bystander of this operation, so it seems that it is better not to remember my name.
Huaicaoshi, who was wearing a sergeant's uniform, stood at the edge of the third-floor lobby of the battleship with a glass of clear water, looking at the busy and excited officers and soldiers in the middle of the field, silently thinking about these questions. His current status is that of a mechanic at the lowest level, and he is not qualified to enter the hall at all. He can only watch from the sidelines, which is somewhat similar to the role he plays.
At this time, the imperial fleet was full of a mixture of tension and excitement. Countless suicide notes were gathered, but there was no emotion of sadness and fear, only the kind of stern and decisive collective will. Everyone was busy in their posts, and even the officials of the Royal Intelligence Service and the instructors of the Royal Training Corps, who were famous for their fanatical brainwashing skills, all smiled quietly.
This ghost fleet, which is responsible for carrying out hunting missions, is all composed of light warships of the same standard. There is no difference between the warships. There are no special electronically controlled ships and supply ships. The biggest similarity is that the cruising speed is extremely fast. The light-colored free light passing by can clearly see the working state of the engine. At this time, the fleet has not entered the second stage of acceleration. Those extremely fine cosmic particles have begun to make the scattered high-temperature fuel residue on the edge of the engine linear. back...
Huai Cao Shi had just withdrawn his gaze from the window, and suddenly found that the hall became quiet, followed by a warm and disciplined applause.
A middle-aged general with a face full of flesh, with pride and cruelty in every pore, walked among the soldiers of the Empire under the escort of his subordinates. The world-famous butcher general, the King of Caton, was known for bloody suppression of riots all over the world.
Beside him was a beautiful, hot-looking blond female civil servant, then a staff officer who was about to record the order, and several officers with a heavy expression and wearing black jumpsuits.
Someone recognized the identity of one of the officers in black, and the officers and soldiers immediately guessed that these people must be the ace pilots of the Royal Special Mecha Force.
In the Imperial Army, to be called an ace pilot, you must have at least level 4 control, and the ace pilot of the Royal Mecha Force is more likely to enter level 5!
In ordinary days, ordinary soldiers had no chance to come into contact with these legendary characters, but today they saw several of them at once, and the crowd couldn't help but began to whisper and speculate excitedly.
The mystery is revealed immediately.
The metal walls on the left and right sides of the third-floor lobby of the battleship slowly opened, as if the curtain of a drama was lifted. Six mechas fixed in the warehouse by heavy mechanical springs, flashing with a dazzling metal cold light, proudly and ruthlessly appeared among the imperial officers and soldiers. in front of them.
Not long after the expeditionary force suffered a tragic blow to the Federation's new MX mecha, the Empire finally successfully developed its own new-generation mecha, which was given a tacky name for the new mecha, and did not adopt the twin-engine technology of the Federation's new mecha, because After the R&D department of the military was unable to overcome the electronic turbulence problem encountered by the federal counterparts, it quickly shifted its research to the direction of engine miniaturization and full wiring.
The Empire's new wolf-tooth mecha, the heavy metal body has a total of 67 spherical joints, all of which are installed with superimposed micro-engines of super alloys. Once the full power is output, the speed will reach a very terrifying number!