One Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty-Five, the War Has Already Had Its Result
The latest website: "Are you accurate?" General Alfred, who was fighting on the Higgs 4, squeezed the message in his hand, not noticing that his hands were trembling.
He led his troops to fight fiercely with the enemy for a whole day, and until now there has been no victory or defeat. However, this telegram told him that the outcome had actually been decided more than two hours ago!
The Watcher's main fleet was destroyed by His Majesty the Emperor. In the entire universe, the fleet of the Alan Hill Empire was chasing and killing the Watcher's fleet in front of it.
Although it was almost two hours late to get the news, the Alan Hill Empire fleet stationed near Higgs 4 and Higgs 11 has already launched a full-scale counterattack.
These fleets have driven the enemy troops tens of thousands of kilometers away, and the remaining guard soldiers on the ground have been completely surrounded.
Even if it is still very difficult, even if these troops are still very dangerous, but they are already surrounded, as long as you are careful, these watchman troops will not be able to make any waves.
"Let the troops be careful! Annihilate the vital forces of these watchmen's troops as much as possible!" General Alfred ordered: "The first-line troops fight back in their own control area! Just repel the enemy!"
"Yes!" The adjutant who heard the order immediately went to deliver the order. Then the ground forces of the Alan Hill Empire began to counterattack.
Almost at the same time as Alfred launched a counterattack, General Dolenottier also issued an order to counterattack on the ground of Higgs 11.
Compared with the watchmen, the troops of the Alan Hill Empire have their own complete command system, so the reaction speed is obviously faster and more unified.
With the passage of time, the victory of the Alan Hill Empire has become unstoppable on the entire battlefield.
But at this time, the most eye-catching place on the battlefield is still the huge churning space rift.
Even if its surroundings have begun to recover, even if the collapsed part of it has begun to gradually decrease, it is still dangerous and tragic.
Most of the warships of the guardians swallowed by the space have been broken into fragments, and these fragments have not turned into magical energy and scattered, because the nearby space has not yet recovered.
However, these fragments have indeed become fragments, and the huge guardian fleet has been completely destroyed.
Not a single battleship was left, not a single complete one! Hundreds of millions of Warden warships were destroyed by a single blow,
Together with the Higgs 5 that has been reset to zero, it disappeared on the battlefield.
Just as the space was gradually recovering, a particularly conspicuous piece of space among countless space fragments collided with the edge of space collapse.
Then, this complete space shattered, and the hull of a Guardian warship inside also collapsed.
In the next second, in the midst of the entanglement, the only battle in the middle where the winner has not yet been decided, in the flagship of the Watcher Fleet, who has already fallen behind in the face of the two fleets of the Alan Hill Empire, in the endless darkness, a The Watcher stopped moving suddenly.
Then, very quickly, the watchman vomited blood and fell to the ground. The guards around were taken aback for a moment, and some even saw long-lost energy fluctuations from the fallen companion.
"Master Solons!" A watchman commander stepped forward, helped up his fallen companion, and asked nervously, "You... how are you?"
"In the area where the space collapsed, I maintained the integrity of the space in my area...but...the energy consumed was really, really too great." Solons who occupied the new body explained.
The moment he was enveloped by the shattered space, he felt bad. But he couldn't get out of his body and escape, so he could only use his strength to keep the space around him intact.
When the shattering of space gradually subsided, he found the right opportunity to escape—but, even so, he paid a heavy price.
Before, his body had degenerated into a human body, and it was completely impossible to save him. So he can only be entrusted in the body of this caretaker first, as weak as an ordinary caretaker.
His old speaking voice was gone, too, replaced by the warden's harsh, high-pitched voice. However, he still has four eyes, so he is easy to identify.
"Retreat..." He didn't bother to say anything else. After explaining a sentence, he immediately opened his mouth and ordered: "Let all the troops retreat! Go as far as you can! Immediately!"
His voice was full of tremors, because only he knew what he had just experienced!
It was a hell!
All the space around Solons collapsed in an instant. If he hadn't tried his best to maintain it, the whole space he was in would have been shattered to pieces.
To Sorens, it was a kind of torture to expend his own energy to maintain a pitiful space only for him to survive, and to see those fleets outside that belonged to him crumble and destroy.
What's more tragic is that what was tortured at the same time was his thinking - he was the first watcher who knew that his fleet had been wiped out by the enemy, but he couldn't tell the news to others.
In the process of being imprisoned or tortured by the shattering of space, he watched the watchman's main fleet collapse, and the troops attacking from all directions suffered heavy losses, and finally fell like a mountain.
"Yes! Your Excellency!" A watchman commander who heard the order hurriedly retreated to convey the order.
Everyone has been waiting for this order for too long, and even some people will never hear this belated retreat order.
Seeing that the watchman commander who delivered the order left, the head watchman commander said to Sorance: "My lord! In fact, it's too late!"
"It's too late? Now... what's the situation?" Sorens was stunned, and asked while adjusting his body and adapting to the new shell.
He knew that if he lost his main fleet and his own command, the watchman would suffer a disastrous defeat, but he didn't know the extent of the disastrous defeat.
"We haven't contacted the friendly fleet on the other side of the space rift yet. I think they are finished." With a sense of sadness, the watchman commander answered Thorens' question.
Hearing his words, Sorens wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said in pain, "It's conceivable...their strength is not superior in the first place, and they lost reinforcements, so they should have fallen into a disadvantage."
Even for him, forcibly occupying the body of a companion is not an easy task. He still can't get used to it until now, and his whole body still has some uncontrollable twitches.
"Yes, according to speculation, this point is almost certain." The watchman commander saw Thorens' shoulders twisting irregularly, and continued: "So, even if there is no news, it can basically be judged over there. , it is all lost.”
It's okay here, anyway, we still have to wait for Sorens who escaped, and he can effectively command and dispatch.
But on the other side, communication has not been fully restored until now. In this case, the Watcher Fleet, which is at a disadvantage, has no chance of jumping out of the sky.
As long as the enemy is not a fool, it is impossible to let go of the fat that has come to his mouth! Is the enemy a fool? of course not……
Then, the commander continued to briefly introduce the situation on the battlefield: "On our flank, the enemy's 2nd fleet and the assault force composed of difficult humanoid new weapons have already defeated the flank of the main fleet where you were originally."
The Watcher's main fleet was cut in half by the space rift, and half was at the other end of the rift, losing contact, as I said before. And the other side is here, still maintaining contact with the Central Fleet.
However, this fleet has now been defeated! Because they have always taken on the task of being beaten, and they are facing the most elite Gundam troops.
Before the Watcher's main fleet was wiped out by space weapons, the troops here were passively beaten, so the current situation is of course even worse.
"..." Sorens, who had figured it out, remained silent. He also knew that with the complete annihilation of his main fleet, the situation of the flanked troops would only get worse.
Seeing that Sorens was silent, the commander talked about the central fleet they are now in: "Now, we are attacked from two sides here. The enemy's 10th Fleet is attacking the left wing of my fleet, and the 11th Fleet is attacking my right wing. ...The two wings are pinched, although we are still trying our best to hold on, it will be a matter of time before the bomb collapses."
Solons looked at the other party, and said in a rough tone, "So, I have given the order to retreat!"
The commander smiled wryly, and explained to Solons: "My lord, but it's too late. The only ones who can retreat are the two squadrons of the rear guard. Got entangled and couldn't move."
Originally, the watchman's battleship was relatively slow, and if he wanted to retreat without the support of his own fleet behind him, it would be nothing but a dream.
Now, leaving the entangled fleet behind and covering the escape of the warships behind is a good choice for a strong man to cut his wrists. It's just that no one can tell how much he can escape.
"..." Sorens didn't know what to say. Because he broke away from the command for a short time, the current situation seems to have collapsed to the point of being out of control!
There was no way, because of the loss of command, the watchman's troops maintained an offensive posture for a long period of time when they were at a disadvantage, and took the initiative to kill a lot of troops.
What's more terrible is that the attack kept them in contact with the Alan Hill Empire fleet. This entangled state also ruined the hope of the watchmen to withdraw and retreat.
While Solons was still thinking about how to lead the rest of the fleet to withdraw, the watchman commander continued to speak: "On the other side of us, the enemy fleet has just defeated all our fleets. It was a massacre...Unfortunately, we were the ones massacred!"
The guardian fleet of the Higgs 11 war zone, which was strangled by the four fleets of the Alan Hill Empire, was completely cold at this time.
They didn't have time to retreat, or they didn't receive the order to retreat at all, so they kept the offensive hedging state, and collided with the Alan Hill Empire fleet.
In this case, how can there be a decent ending? So the whole line had already collapsed, and the winner was decided almost immediately.
Now, it would be good if the four fleets on the flanks of the Alan Hill Empire did not come to trouble the flanks of the Watchmen fleet on the central front. It is definitely too much to want to escape some warships there.
"Alas..." Solons, who had thought everything through, sighed, and said with emotion: "God... God told us, so it was this! The enemy, the enemy actually has a space weapon that can tear apart a universe! damn it!"
"My lord, if the gods can't provide us with divine power now, let us quickly form a fleet that doubles or even triples the strength of the previous force, we have no way to turn defeat into victory!" The watchman commander who reported the situation looked earnestly. Looking at Sorance, he spoke.
He also knows that this situation is almost impossible to achieve, but this is indeed the only hope for the caretaker to turn defeat into victory.
Moreover, the speed of turning defeat into victory must be fast, because if it is slower, the guard troops on the front line will probably be out of ten.
Not only the troops in the universe, but also the ground troops stranded on the surface of the planet! The Higgs 3, 4, and 11 planets add up to billions of Watcher's ground troops, but they are all waiting for the friendly troops above their heads!
Once the space fleet loses effective support and suppression, the troops on the ground will suffer!
Whether it's the suppressive firepower on the space battleship, or various airdropped troops-these things will make the ground troops fall into a bitter battle.
Those troops were all created with the innumerable divine power bestowed by the gods! If everything is lost, can the god still use so much divine power to help the watchman rebuild the army?
Thinking of this, Solons looked at the other party dejectedly, opened his mouth in despair, and lamented in an ugly voice: "We... have failed God's hope!"
After he finished speaking, he convulsed again as if he had been scalded, struggling in pain, which shocked everyone around him.
Just listen to his loud roar, denying everything in front of him: "No! Impossible! How could we lose? Impossible! No!"
"Gods are just gods...why don't gods lose?" At this time, in the darkness, a voice that was familiar to all the guards, but also very strange, echoed.
The sound made Sorens stop struggling, and he knelt there as if he had lost his soul.
The other guards all bowed devoutly and bowed their heads in the direction of the voice: "Great God, your devout believers have failed your hopes... please give us one more chance, the guards are willing to help you Bring back the victory..."
"Hmm..." The voice echoed again: "For me, the war has come to an end, so... I will deal with you when I come back."
After the voice finished speaking, the power in the darkness disappeared without a trace, and all the guards heard despair and coldness from the gradually disappearing voice.