One Thousand Six Hundred and Seventy-Six Fierce Battles

Occasionally seeing soldiers rushing through the long corridor, the two continued to discuss in a low voice while rushing to their combat posts: "Isn't this the rear?"

A fellow officer passed by, heard his question, turned his head and explained: "I heard that the battle on the front line is too exciting, there are some weak areas, and a small amount of enemy warships have infiltrated..."

"...Okay!" The sergeant was taken aback when he heard this explanation, and didn't know what to say.

But the officer who just asked if this is not the rear seemed to realize something, and continued to ask: "Didn't this let the enemy know that our defense line is actually very thin?"

The passing officer was also helpless, and could only smile wryly: "I know there is nothing I can do about it, because...it's really thin!"

"Damn it..." After a brief silence, several people muttered together before parting ways.

Almost at the same time, in front of the watchman Solons, a commander was reporting the situation of the battle in surprise.

"Master Sorens! We have almost penetrated the frontal defense line of the Alan Hill Empire!" The commander was triumphant, as if he had already secured the victory.

"Good! That's great!" Sorens became much more energetic after hearing the good news.

He walked to the front of the map projection, looked at the loopholes in the enemy's front line that had just been displayed, and ordered: "Continue to invest in the fleet! Dash in through this hole! Break through the entire enemy's defense line!"

"My lord, the enemy mobilized their forces to block that gap." The watchman commander who was excited just now explained in embarrassment.

The fighter plane just now was really fleeting, and the watchman fleet was lucky enough to break into the junction of the two fleets when the two Alan Hill Empire squadrons switched defenses.

After a fierce battle, the Guardian fleet briefly penetrated the defense line of the Alan Hill Empire. About hundreds of warships crossed the line of defense and entered the rear of the defense line of the Alan Hill Empire.

A fierce and chaotic battle ensued. Some Warden warships attacked the supply space station in the rear, and took the opportunity to destroy a large number of damaged warships waiting for repairs.

However, those battleships that were already seriously injured and waiting for repairs showed the courage to regard death as home at this time.

The warships of the Alan Hill Empire, which had almost lost their combat effectiveness, desperately entangled these watchman warships that broke into the battle circle, and dragged them until the nearby warships arrived, encircling and suppressing these watchman warships that broke into the line of defense.

This local battle can only be described as tragic, because the battle lasted less than half an hour, and the Alan Hill Empire lost more than 350 warships!

And these battleships are basically wounded warships. They have already arrived at the rear, and they could have been repaired before returning to the battlefield to make contributions.

But now, they were all sunk here, and together with the nearby supply space station and the nearby maintenance space station, they turned into debris floating in the universe.

Fortunately in misfortune, the fleet of the Alan Hill Empire then blocked the gap and once again maintained the stability of the front line.

Although the watchman tried to break through here again, the strengthened Alan Hill Empire fleet repelled the opponent, making the opponent realize that this is no longer a weak point in the line of defense.

"You mean, they blocked the gap again?" Sorens suppressed his smile and asked coldly.

"Yes! My lord! But... this means that the enemy's line of defense... is thick..." the commander of the watchman bent slightly and explained humbly.

His explanation made Sorens realize the crux of the problem: Although the Irish Hill Empire blocked the gap in the defense line, it also meant that the opponent's defense line seemed to be as thin as paper.

The opponent's defense line has no strength to continue to maintain thickness, and the opponent's strategic depth seems to have completely disappeared!

The only thing there is this thin line of defense standing in front of him! And this line of defense,

He could already be blown down by just one breath from Saurons!

This is definitely good news! Definitely good news! Solons felt that he really had the chance to win this time!

As long as he continues to invest his troops and continue to storm the defense line of the Alan Hill Empire, then the victory belongs to him!

Then, suddenly, he realized something—since the defense line of the Alan Hill Empire is on the verge of collapse, does that mean that the opponent has no reserve troops?

Before that, as long as he continued to extend his troops to the flanks, wouldn't the opponent have already collapsed?

Sorens, who realized this problem, immediately issued a series of combat orders without hesitation: "Continue to send more fleets! Two... No! Three! Three fleets! Extend to the flanks! Don't be afraid of losses! They have no follow-up troops to maintain the length of their defense line!"

"Yes! My lord!" The three watchman commanders who were on standby immediately retreated after receiving the order.

Sorens stood there and continued to order: "Put two fleets in front! Continue to press! I will break through the enemy's defense line within half an hour! Win this battle!"

"Yes!" The other two watchman commanders also retreated, and then the two fleets moved forward quickly, pressing towards the defense line of the Alan Hill Empire, which had gradually become slightly chaotic.

Solons stood there, at this moment, he really had the aura that the world was in my hands.

"After all, victory belongs to the guardian! With the blessing of the gods, we are invincible!" He said, waving his hand gently: "Let's start pressing forward too! After this battle, the Empire of Ireland The subjugation of the country is already doomed!"

"The enemy has changed again! It stopped moving towards our army's flanks, and it seems to have started again!" Inside the Serris, the chief of staff looked nervously at Marshal Genesis, and reported the latest news.

Just now, before it was destroyed, an unmanned reconnaissance spaceship sent back valuable information—the enemy seems to have a large number of warships moving along the battle line to the flanks of the 1st Fleet of the Royal Guards!

"There is no good way... After about 5 minutes, the Guards 2nd Fleet will arrive at the battlefield." Genesis said: "At that time, let them go for reinforcements."

"Then... the front..." The chief of staff felt his whole body tense up.

"We don't have any soldiers to use in the front...the only thing we can count on is the order His Majesty just gave us." Genesis gave a wry smile and spread his hands as he said.