1657th that Young Man

"Sir!" Just when Genesis said that Chris had arrived on the battlefield in time, an officer rushed in and shouted loudly: "The first-line scout spaceship detected a large number of enemy spaceships that are pressing on us! front!"

"Okay, no need to guess this time! It's our side!" Genesis seemed relieved, and finally let go of his hands and feet: "Since they are coming at us, let them see, First Fleet will!"

"Order, the reserve team presses up! Enter the first-line defensive position!" Genesis turned his head, and ordered to his adjutant and chief of staff: "Report the position of other squadrons! Recalculate the distance between the enemy fleet and the enemy fleet." distance."

"Sound the battle alarm! Get everyone back to their positions!" After issuing the order, Genesis looked at the captain of his flagship and ordered calmly.

"Obey! Sound the battle alarm! All personnel, return to the battle position!" The captain stood at attention and saluted, then turned around and walked towards his command position.

All of a sudden, the entire bridge became busy, and the officers walked nervously to their positions. Many people were talking in low voices, discussing the upcoming battle from various aspects.

"Sir! The news just confirmed! The unmanned patrol ship at the front has lost contact, and the radar image transmitted back at the end shows that there are more than 3,000 enemy ships!" The officer of the reconnaissance force came over nervously and said.

"It can't be so few!" Genesis said with a sneer, "It's just cannon fodder for the wayfinding ahead! Looking at this posture, there are more than 30,000 ships!"

"The 335 reconnaissance fleet on alert at the front line sent a message before retreating. At least 30,000 enemy ships are approaching us!" Shortly after Genesis made his judgment, another officer sent a similar message. .

Soon, the Guardian fleet that crossed the cordon gradually appeared in front of the main fleet of the Alan Hill Empire.

A staff officer hurriedly walked behind Marshal Genesis, and reported: "The 1st Squadron has spotted an enemy ship, the distance is 931, and the main gun is charging!"

On the other side, a staff officer put down the phone and shouted loudly: "The 2nd Squadron is on combat readiness!"

"The 3rd Squadron is assembled! The Squadron Reserve has been mixed into the fleet according to the order!" Almost at the same time, another voice came into the ears of Marshal Genesis.

The entire fleet was entering a state of battle, and inside the battleships one after another, battle alarms rang out mournfully.

In the narrow corridor, the soldiers rushed to their combat posts. One after another, they tore off their own spacesuits from the wall where the spacesuits were hung, and put them on in a hurry.

"Check the fixing buckle! Otherwise, there will be an air leak in a while, and you will be finished!" A clone officer helped his subordinates put on the spacesuit and warned.

The new clone soldier nodded, and then began to operate the buttons on his chest according to the process he was familiar with.

"Squeak..." The automatic air-conditioning system was turned on, and there was a refreshing airflow in the stuffy spacesuit. The temperature inside the helmet was rapidly approaching the most comfortable 26 degrees. After confirming the airtightness of his spacesuit, the clone with a QR code on his forehead followed the others to his combat post.

"Adjust the angle of the electromagnetic gun! Check the ballistic computer! Calibrate the shooting elements!" The gunner sat in his position and ordered all the men in the turret: "Charge the electromagnetic system! Be ready to take over the manual operation at any time Prepare!"

Although there is a unified computer control, and the firing orders are issued by the weapons officer of the general command position, each turret still has its own gunner.

On the one hand, such an arrangement is prepared to switch to manual control when the remote control system fails or is damaged, and on the other hand, it is to rely on manual operation to correct the misjudgment of the computer system in the melee.

"Obey!" The gunners, who were already in their positions in the turret, wearing transparent helmets,

He replied loudly without looking back.

In another universe, inside the huge giant tier 2 aircraft carrier, the extremely tense battle alarm has also sounded.

In the hangar full of Z fighter jets, the clone pilots are sorting out their equipment with the help of the ground crew.

"The 3rd Wing takes off immediately! Establish a cordon around the fleet! The enemy's Slayer fighter jets are likely to have taken off and approached!" An officer passed by the pilots who were ready, and ordered loudly.

Behind him, a Z-type fighter has been pulled to the side of the ejection device by the trailer driven by the ground crew. A group of working robots quickly stepped forward and pushed the Z-type fighter onto the ejection device.

"The fault detection is complete!" Not far from the Z-type fighter jet that was about to eject and take off, a ground staff member gave a thumbs up to the pilot sitting in the cabin: "Everything is normal!"

"The nuclear bomb is mounted!" Just under the gangway of this Z-type fighter, the ground crew responsible for mounting the ammunition also confirmed that everything is normal in terms of ammunition mounting: "Everything is normal!"

On the flagship Serris, Genesis knew that the enemy army was overwhelmed, so he opened his mouth and ordered: "Let the warships open fire freely! No need to wait for orders! The enemy will start attacking as soon as it comes within range! Where is our aircraft carrier fleet? Where is it? "

"Yes! All fleets are free to fire!" An officer led the order and repeated Lawns' order loudly: "Don't wait for the salvo order!"

A few seconds later, directly in front of the huge First Fleet of the Alan Hill Empire, beams of light shining with dazzling light illuminated the dark universe, and the battleship's ultra-long-range high-energy Star Destroyer bombardment kicked off.

The time may have just passed tens of seconds, and a black energy ray struck from the opposite side. The thick ray hit the magic defense barrier directly in front of the battleship of the Alan Hill Empire, causing vibrations in these defense barriers.

And when the magic defensive barriers shattered and disappeared one after another, some other battleships fired again, and another dazzling light pierced the darkness, galloping away towards the distance.

Hearing Genesis' question, one of the staff officers could not bear to look at the fierce artillery battle outside the porthole, and replied: "At position 16... two minutes ago, we sent the order there!"

"The aircraft carrier fleet has entered combat readiness, and all fighter pilots are on standby!" After a pause, the staff officer continued.

"Where's the Zaku army?" Genesis continued to ask.

"The Zaku troops are on standby! They have always been used as a counterattack force, and they are the last to attack." The chief of staff looked at the news just confirmed and replied.

Genesis seemed a little dissatisfied with this position, frowned slightly, and ordered: "Let them come up! There is no need to fight back now... It's a blessing to be able to defend!"

"Yes! Marshal!" The chief of staff immediately nodded slightly, agreeing to Genesis.

"Report! The enemy Slayer fighter jets are approaching!" The radar operator reported the latest changes in the battlefield situation: "The number is large!"

Genesis walked over quickly, and then he saw the dense reflection of light spots on the radar with almost no gaps.

"There are too many enemy troops... We may be at a disadvantage if we only rely on Z-type fighter jets." The chief of staff rushed back behind Genesis with a gloomy expression, and said.

"I know! I know! All the nearby Zaku troops are dispatched! Try to intercept the enemy's Slayer as much as possible!" Genesis said: "Also, let the fleet retreat slowly and let the Higgs 3 planet out flank!"

"Marshal!" The chief of staff was taken aback for a moment, and then seemed to want to say something.

"Stop talking! I must ensure the safety of the fleet!" Genesis seemed to have guessed what the chief of staff wanted to say, and interrupted the other party's explanation.

Then, he didn't have time to elaborate, but continued to order his adjutant: "Let Medias share some of the pressure, there is no other way."

In Genesis' view, keeping the fleet stable and avoiding the enemy's crazy attack is the most important thing. After all, if the space fleet is still there, there is hope of continuing to deal with it, and if the space fleet is completely lost, then the Higgs 3 will not be able to keep.

As the saying goes, if the land is lost and people are lost, all people and land are lost, and if people are saved and land is lost, all people and land remain. Higgs 3 can be abandoned when necessary, but the space fleet must be kept!

After finishing speaking, he looked at the communications officer, and continued to order: "Send a telegram to Medias, telling him that the fleet must retreat as a last resort, and prepare him to be surrounded by the enemy!"

"Yes!" The communications officer immediately turned and left. After he left, a large number of red clouds representing the enemy had been projected on the holographic image of the map.

Because the number of enemies is too much, it looks as weird as a bloody cloud on the reduced holographic map.

"Sir! The first batch of Z-type fighter jets has been released! Marshal! As a strike group, they will bypass the battlefield and attack from the flank, trying to defeat the enemy's flank." The chief of staff reported to Genesis.

"Let them do their best." Genesis felt that it seemed a bit unrealistic to expect the nuclear bombs carried by hundreds of Z fighter jets to destroy the Guardian fleet of this size.

However, he still didn't say much, because at this time, the most important thing was probably morale.

If the fighter units on the flanks could really achieve extraordinary feats, then he would be happy to see it—it's just that this kind of thinking is basically an unrealistic delusion.

"The second batch of Z-type fighter jets has entered our space... Shall we let them press up and intercept these approaching killers?" the chief of staff asked in a low voice.

"Press up! Let them intercept each other as much as possible!" Genesis knew that once this order was issued, none of the Z fighter pilots who intercepted the enemy would survive.

This is an enemy slayer fighter by the hundreds of thousands! Even if three or five fighters are exchanged for one of our own fighters, these Z-type fighters that intercept enemy planes will be swallowed up.

"Report! Major Oranke is calling. He will lead the new Gundam mecha into the battle, enter the battlefield from the side, and hold down the enemy Slayer fleet as much as possible!" A communications officer came over and reported the received news.

"Huh!" Genesis, who finally heard the good news, heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the communications officer, and said, "Answer him! Let him not rush into the battlefield! Contain as many flanks as possible." Stop the enemy fighter jets!"

"Yes!" The officer got the order and immediately turned and left.

"Delay the time as much as possible... Now that's all we can do." Genesis looked at the sea of ​​stars outside the porthole, and said in a low tone.

"Report! General Medias call back!" The communications officer who had just sent a telegram to General Medias came back, held his head high and handed a telegram to Genesis.

"Read!" Out of trust in Medias, Genesis did not accept the telegram, but directly ordered.

"Salute to Marshal! Medias swears to live and die with the battlefield! I wish the flag a victory! Long live the Alan Hill Empire! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Genesis didn't speak, and returned a military salute, then solemnly accepted the telegram from Medias, folded it neatly and put it in his pocket: "The main fleet is pressing on! Prepare for an artillery battle!"

"Marshal!" The chief of staff wanted to raise his objection again.

However, Genesis still did not give him a chance: "The enemy invested so much power at once! Once the army is defeated, it will be the end of being hunted down and eaten away! The only way out is for us to go up! Even if we give up what is behind us In terms of strategic depth, it is also necessary to place the greatest density on the front to block the enemy's offensive, stop the opponent's charge, and enter a stalemate with us against consumption!"

"But! Marshal! We were overwhelmed by the strategic reserve team! In the face of consumption, we will definitely be exhausted!" The chief of staff finally couldn't bear it, and rushed to question.

"It depends on whether our reinforcements arrive first, or the enemy penetrates us first!" Genesis looked at his old partner and explained, "Didn't your Majesty be informed of the situation on the battlefield?"

"Your Majesty? Are you really asking His Majesty to bring the Royal Guard Fleet to the top?" The chief of staff hesitated for a moment: "It is my incompetence to let Your Majesty take risks..."

"After this war is over, I will apologize to His Majesty! But... now... the only one closest to us is the Royal Fleet." Lawrence grinned: "Back then, we killed through the city wall of the ferry. , the great emperor who slashed his sword in front of me will definitely come!"

In his mind, he thought of the young man who watched him hack the old master to death on the pier of Ferry City and gave him his trust.

At that time, he knew that that young man was worth following for his whole life!

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