Apocalyptic Dark Age

The war seemed to have returned to its starting point, and the two sides were fighting again. However, the location of the decisive battle was in the hinterland of the Charles fleet. Both the space and the depth of movement were not as vast as before. The extremely fast modified frigate could accidentally fall. It may hit other warships, whether it is our own side or somewhere else, and it will not end well.

For a time, the rhythm of the battlefield was controlled by the Charles fleet. Under the counterattack of the modified fleet, the three hundred heavy battleships continued to fall silent, as if their soulless bodies were floating away. More heavy battleships fired electromagnetic cannons regardless of the heavy battleships. With the delay, the Charles fleet began to gradually revive, the power was restarted, the main gun control system was unlocked, and thousands of unmanned fighter jets were released, forming a stronger network that enveloped the remaining warships in the modified fleet.

The battle continued until nightfall. The burning sky was even more dazzling at night. The whole world was burning, but the bright spots of the explosion began to decrease. Instead, thousands of sparks burning on the ground replaced the fiery red of the sky. The roar of the debris explosion came one after another, and finally only The remaining fireballs exploding on the ground proved that the battle in the air was coming to an end.

Thousands of large and small warships, and nearly 100,000 unmanned combat aircraft, are fighting in this unknown territory. The lives and ships that have fallen are countless. Various wreckage are scattered on the ground for thousands of miles. The burning flames are as bright as the stars and like fireworks. Loneliness.

The most beautiful place in the galaxy is where Charles' flagship crashed. Among the countless broken wreckage, there are more than ten huge pieces. The smallest of these wrecks is as big as a double-story building, and the largest is no less than a small battleship. .

This largest piece of debris is the flagship's bridge. It's like a giant ax, stuck deeply into the ground. The surface is mottled and tattered, and the broken cables are still flashing arcs, like flashlights, burning eyes. In the middle, a piece of scrap metal in the shape of a hatch was kicked open, revealing a man with silver hair.

Charles stood on top of the wreckage, his military uniform as straight as before, and his silver hair not messy at all. It was as if he was not standing in the middle of the ruins, but a nobleman who was about to go to the palace to attend a banquet. Countless wreckage formed scattered hills on the ground. , Charles smiled on the biggest hill. He won this war after all.

Suddenly, a thick and straight light penetrated from the sky, shrouding Charles's slutty composure. The strong light caused Charles to tear away his elegant indifference, sneezed several times in a row, and roared angrily:

"Bismann, you bastard..."

Not long after, a small and exquisite communication boat passed through the sky, drew a beautiful arc, swung down, and stopped just in front of Charles's strong figure. As the hatch opened, a burly man as strong as a brown bear stepped out. , his short hair stood up like steel needles, his resolute cheeks were like the resolute lines of a knife and an axe, and his piercing eyes were still bright without the reflection of the light. He was none other than Charles's biggest rival and enemy, Bismann. .

As always, his aggressive eyes stared at Charles, who was pretending to be noble, and his ferocious voice roared like a dragon:

"Charles, you owe me an explanation. Five hundred and eighty-seven main battleships and 45,000 elite officers and soldiers died here because of your adjutant. Since you already knew that he leaked the location to the Chaos God King, why didn't you Kill him?"

Amidst Bismann's roar, Charles raised his head and looked up at the stars at a forty-five-degree angle. He seemed to be dismissive of Bismann's anger. Behind him, officers from the bridge climbed out of the bridge one after another. Most of them were scarred. When they heard Bismann's anger, they were suddenly surprised. They looked at Charles with suspicion and resentment of the same enemy.

"Explain? Why do you need to explain? Or are you used to being a rat and have forgotten that you were once the arrogant General Bismann? Yes, you only see crashed battleships, battle-damaged soldiers, and consumed ammunition reserves. Apart from these , you have become more aware of the power of the Guards and the invincibility of the Chaos God King, so you want to ask me for an explanation!"

Charles answered the question incorrectly, making some sarcastic remarks to challenge Bissmann, who had a bad temper. He didn't care. At this moment, he was the guy who deserved the most beating in everyone's mind.

"As mean as ever, Charles, you are not only the unlikable commander before, you also represent the common will of all natural people. If you ignore our trust, we don't mind changing the leader..."

This was the final push. While the two were fighting verbally, the men brought by Bismann had already begun to move out the seriously injured and dead natural officers from the wreckage of the bridge. A little further away, hundreds of auxiliary ships The ship was rummaging through various wreckage, looking for more bodies and wounded people from the rubble.

Corpses were neatly arranged on the flat ground. There were body bags next to the corpses. The corpses were sandwiched between the body bags, just like teams of officers and soldiers lined up in a straight formation, waiting to set off. The queue stretched. Hidden into the darkness, a gust of breeze brought in the choking gunpowder smoke, baptizing this land full of death, as if in final mourning, and as if marching for the dead.

Charles withdrew his deep gaze from the corpse and looked at Bisman without hesitation. The slight sarcasm at the corner of his mouth became more vivid, which made Bisman's angry heart accelerate the ups and downs of his chest, as if it was about to explode.

"Charles, I admit that it was you who first saw clearly the true face of the Chaos God King, and it was you who found the opportunity to lead us out, but this does not prove that you must be a wise leader. If you just want to provoke my anger, I'm afraid you will be disappointed, you can't see the moment when I lose my mind..."

Bismann thought he had seen Charles's purpose clearly, and responded tit-for-tat with the same sarcasm. The hot flame in his heart was burning, depicting the symbol of ambition. There was no better opportunity than forcing Charles to abdicate at this time. As long as Charles was taken away He will have the final say over the leadership of the fleet from now on. Of course, he will not treat Charles badly. The title of deputy commander is enough to reward Charles for his achievements.

"On the battlefield, the lives of officers and soldiers are like fireworks. After they shine, they wither. The only difference is whether the final glory blooms under the spotlight or in the deserted wilderness? If you don't have the consciousness of death, how can you be qualified to shoulder the responsibility of one hundred thousand people? What qualifications do officers and soldiers have to live in to wear this straight military uniform? Soldiers have the responsibility of soldiers. They will not ask about the dirty things behind the war. They will obey orders until they die. Officers have the responsibility of officers. To be responsible for the lives of soldiers is to wither at the most glorious moment and cheer for victory. You only need to remember that the value of the existence of the army is to win, and officers must lead the soldiers to the end of victory..."

The dispute between the two people will determine the direction of the future fleet. Bisman used the heavy casualties as a reason to question. More natural officers came to this ruined hilly area of ​​spread flames and gunpowder smoke to witness the war between Charles and Bisman.

Charles' words made many officers think deeply. They were no longer as angry as before. The buffering of time allowed them to gradually calm down. In today's battle, although there were heavy casualties, they finally won the victory, and it was still a great victory.

As long as your eyes are not blind and your brain is not broken, you will understand that the most elite bodyguards of the Chaos God King have been completely wiped out in today's battle. In other words, they have not really escaped the pursuit of the Chaos God King until now. This is why Bismann launched an attack at this time. If it had been yesterday, no one would have dared to believe that the fleet had the possibility of defeating the Guards.

"Anyone can say these things, but it is a fact that the fleet was crippled, and it is also a fact that there were heavy casualties. It is an undoubted fact that your adjutant sent the coordinates of the fleet to the pursuers, which led to the fleet being discovered."

Bismann was smart enough not to bring up the subject of the Guards. The strength of the Guards was unquestionable. It was naturally capable of restraining ordinary fleets. The mental storm launched by a modified assault ship could make an independent fleet lose its power. The combat power, a thousand modified assault ships, means that the Chaos God King has dispatched all the elite modulators, and at least three thousand modulators who can launch spiritual storms died here.