1683 Confused Commanders

In the middle of the battlefield, in front of the Higgs 3, the airspace that originally gathered countless Watcher warships is still in chaos.

This place seems to be the beginning of chaos in the universe, which is brewing the beginning of everything and announcing the end of everything.

There are overflowing energy and shattered space fragments everywhere, and everything collides together, doubling the power of the space shattered just now.

If someone analyzes from the perspective of God at this time, they will know that the shocking blow that Chris launched just now is actually just the prelude to a terrifying destruction.

Chris's blow with all his strength only directly caused the space in this entire star field to shatter. In fact, it lasted for less than a second.

Then, in this universe, the laws of nature collapsed, disorder began to spread, and space debris collided on their own, triggering a series of subsequent disasters.

In order to repair this area that lost its laws, the natural rules of the universe began to work, but its energy was also limited, so it was impossible to restore this area to a peaceful state completely and quickly.

And Chris's terrorist attack also broke the laws of nature to a certain extent-most of the previous applications of space magic were just a plane, just using the rules of space.

Another application of space magic, that is, the space leap engine, is to tear and compress the space into a relatively small range.

Like Chris, who deliberately challenged the rules and directly expanded the scope of space collapse and covered the entire universe, it has never happened before.

Now that this has happened, the rules of nature have been challenged, and everyone has seen the result—the fix is ​​no longer so simple, and it will take a long time.

The collision of space fragments intensified the violent shock in the entire collapsed universe. Every collision is like a meat grinder, tearing apart everything inside.

This is almost a restoration, a restoration of the huge meteorite, the wreckage like a mountain, and the World Destroyer battleship as huge as a planet, all of which are reduced to tiny particles.

The watchmen who were immediately torn into pieces became the luckiest batch of unlucky guys. The remaining guards, in the process of space collapse, personally experienced the sourness of their bodies being turned into powder.

The screams vibrated in the confined space, but they couldn't spread even a few centimeters away.

And because of the complete collapse of space rules,

The internal energy has also lost the constraints of the rules, and the original matter that builds the world is also tumbling around with the space cracks.

Any description of hell seems too unimaginative compared to this area. This place is simply a place in hell, a purgatory that really exists in the world!

The watchman's warships that were close to the edge of the space collapse turned and fled one after another, while those that were closer directly exploded and smashed.

In short, the place is completely desperate, and many warships of the watchmen even hover there like fools, not knowing whether to go or stay.

They just stared blankly at the battlefield, not knowing where to go, as if they were stupid, hovering on the edge of the collapsed universe, as small as a grain of dust.

On the ground of Higgs 3, everyone who saw the entire sky seemed to be shattered, and even the reflection of light became weird, forgot the fierce battle going on around them.

The guard's soldiers stopped attacking blankly, and many soldiers were looking up, staring blankly at the sky.

On the battlefield, on a high ground, the watchman commander, who was directing his troops to attack the defense line of the Alan Hill Empire, looked up at the sky and asked full of doubts: "What happened?"

A commander standing beside him replied anxiously: "We can't get in touch with Sir Sorens, and we can't get in touch with other people either."

Just after the vision appeared in the sky, they tried to contact all the troops, trying to figure out what happened.

As a result, they were unable to contact Solons, nor were they able to contact their own main fleet.

Immediately afterwards, the commander of the watchman continued to explain: "It's not that we can't get in touch at all. We can get in touch with our fleet on the flank, but their situation is not good."

Because of the shielding of space shattering, the communication between the troops on the other side, namely the Higgs 4 and Higgs 11 planets, has been completely cut off.

As for when it will be able to recover, it is a question that no one knows. The Wardens did not establish a communication network similar to that of the Alan Hill Empire, so their direct connection was completely destroyed by the Fragmented Space.

The Alan Hill Empire is different. There are many satellites and space stations behind the battlefield that support communications. Although it took a little longer to bypass the area of ​​space fragmentation, the most basic communication can still be guaranteed.

The other guard's face was distorted, and he said sullenly: "It's not just bad, they've already collapsed!"

As he spoke, he looked at the leading commander: "The flanking fleet is retreating, but they have been bitten by the enemy, and they were routed along the way with heavy losses."

There is no need for the flanking fleet to conceal the situation of the battle. They have fallen into a passive state at this time, and the situation has completely lost control.

The Guardian Fleet on the farthest side collided head-on with the 2nd Fleet of the Imperial Guards of Alan Hill who came for reinforcements, and fell into chaos after a brief exchange of fire.

Subsequent reinforcements could not arrive on time, and relying solely on the original strength, these Guardian fleets were no match for the Guards 2nd Fleet at all.

Originally, the Watcher Fleet wanted to flank the 1st Guards Fleet, but at this moment, with the support of the 1st Imperial Fleet, it launched a full-line counterattack.

The victory and defeat were decided almost immediately, and the Watcher's fleet, which was weak in strength, completely collapsed. At this moment, it has retreated to the vicinity of Higgs 3.

The Higgs 3, which was surrounded by heavy siege because of the retreat of the space fleet of the Alan Hill Empire, has actually been rescued.

Of course, the ground troops of the Watcher already know all this, and the ground troops of the Alan Hill Empire seem to have known it too.

The situation on the battlefield seems to have reversed. If the watchman doesn't show any new hole cards, the outcome will be determined.

The faces of several commanders were very ugly. The leading commander looked at his subordinates, and said with a little difficulty: "The main fleet, the last time we got news, was Lord Sorens who ordered an all-out attack, and We have broken through the enemy line..."

This is the news about an hour ago, and it is still the order that the watchman is executing. However, it is clear to everyone that the situation seems to have changed.

"After that, I have not received any orders from Lord Solons, no reinforcements, no changes to the previous orders..." A subordinate seemed to remind his chief.

"That's right! My lord! Then I couldn't contact the main fleet. Besides, the sky... doesn't look very good!" Another watchman commander also reminded worriedly.

Everyone knows the sky doesn't look too good. Moreover, the news from other sources is also very clear at this moment.

"Later, about a few minutes ago, a battleship sent a message saying that they saw that the universe space where the main fleet was located was collapsing!" The leading commander said the almost certain news.

"How is this possible?" A group of commanders exclaimed. Although they also had guesses and heard the rumors, they all showed expressions of disbelief when they heard that the matter was true.

The leading commander sighed, and said in his ugly voice: "Anyway, look above our heads, the space is indeed shaking!"

"Damn it, what did those bastards from Ellandhill do..." one of his subordinates clenched his fists and muttered through gritted teeth.

The commander beside him heard his muttering, and said, "No matter what they do, the current battlefield situation has indeed begun to be unfavorable to us."

"That's right, it's a fact that the fleet on the flanks collapsed. It's also a fact that Lord Saurons has no way to continue commanding the battlefield due to the loss of contact on the frontal battlefield..." The leading commander had no choice but to tell the status quo and let everyone work together. Think of ways to.

The most terrible thing is that Sorens has no new orders, and no one is willing to take the responsibility of changing Sorance's orders, so things have froze.

After all, if someone gave an order to retreat at such a time, if it affected the decision-making and handed over the victory, it would really be death.

But on the other hand, if everyone doesn't make their own decisions at this time, if they really lose, it will be a crushing thing.

Everyone has nothing to do, so the leading watchman commander can only follow his own words and ask: "The question is, what should we do in this situation?"

"No one knows what to do... Order to attack now, or order to retreat?" A commander spread his hands and said helplessly.

Just when a group of people didn't know what to do, a commander ran over in a panic, bringing even more desperate news.

He was out of breath, and said without following the last sentence: "No, it's not good... Just now, the news, the news... said that a nearby warship saw it, saw it..."

The leading commander looked contemptuous, and asked coldly, "What did you see?"

He felt that he had heard enough bad news today, and if there was any news that made people despair, where else could there be despair?

Could it be more hopeless than the collapse of the flanking fleet? And the loss of contact with Mr. Saurons is even more desperate?

Amidst the contempt on the face of the leading commander, the breathless commander replied: "I saw Higgs 5... in the shattered space, it was completely destroyed!"

"What?" The commander in charge didn't react for a while after hearing the news. After all, in the past hour, too many things happened.

The commander who came to send the message thought that his superior didn't understand, so he explained again: "Planet Higgs 5! A whole planet! It collapsed and shattered with the collapse of space, and then blew up!"

"Damn it..." This time, the watchman commanders who came back to their senses were all blown up. They thought it was just a problem with the space in front of them, but no one thought that the scope of this space collapse was so large!

This is almost equivalent to covering the entire watchman's main fleet! In other words, the scope of the fragmentation of the entire space may destroy the entire main fleet of one's own side!

"Then what should we do now? Retreat?" After a long silence, a commander finally asked a question that brought everyone back to their senses.

That's right, at this time, the fleet has already encountered a serious problem. Do you want to retreat temporarily to save the troops on the ground?

The leading commander smiled wryly, and asked in his ugly voice, "Retreat? If something goes wrong with the main fleet, how can we retreat? Where can we retreat?"

Yes, everyone has realized that if the fleet in outer space is completely repulsed, how will the ground troops left on the Higgs 3 planet leave?

They don't have the function of leaving. As the eagle dogs of God, most of them will choose to return to nature and dissipate themselves after cleaning up here.

However, it is one thing to dissipate and sublimate oneself after completing the mission of God, but it is another thing to be eliminated after defeating the battle.

If the soul does not have the power to rest, then what is the purpose of the self-dissipation of these guardians?

"Now we can only pray to God, and pray that we will win the battle in space..." Seeing the distraught subordinates, the leading commander talked better than nothing to encourage everyone.

It's a pity that his encouragement didn't have much effect. He also vaguely heard someone whispering a question in private that he also wanted to know: "Who will tell me what happened to our fleet?"

No one can tell him what happened, because including many commanders of the Alan Hill Empire, they don't know what happened.

The fleet fighting in space, and the ground troops struggling to support, don't know that the battle situation has been easily rewritten.

Even, the fighting situation remained dire, because the guards had not received the order to retreat, or they would never receive the order.

Without an order to retreat, the commanders of the watchmen could only honestly stick to the previous combat orders and maintain the previous offensive posture until they couldn't support it.

Even if they knew the news that the main fleet was completely wiped out, no one dared to give an order for the entire army to retreat—because it was very simple, no one on the entire battlefield could take this responsibility!

Sorens is the only one who can give such an order, but Sorens still doesn't know life and death at all.