Apocalyptic Dark Age

No matter how cruel words are used to describe the new line of defense, it is not an exaggeration. This lifeline is the last straw for the Western Conference. With a fight like this, it can be seen that the Western Conference is really at the end of its rope.

Not only did the commander-in-chief change five times in a row, but tens of millions of deserters were executed in the rear. At the craziest time, no matter what reason they came from the front line, they were all executed and their bodies were thrown into the stars, including many who had been transferred. The second generation of officials appointed to their posts.

When the powerful second-generation officials could not let themselves be alone, it was obvious that the defense line at that time was desperate. No matter who it was, no matter what political power and wealth they had behind them, in the new line of defense, they were cannon fodder that blocked the claws of the insect.

When the Emile fleet carrying a peace signal entered the new defense line, there were almost no obstacles, and there was not even any information asking for identity. Perhaps in the eyes of the Alliance, at least those who can drive battleships are not bugs. As long as they are not bugs, anyone can do it. It doesn't matter, after all, once you get here, there is no hope of leaving alive.

When the fleet passed the most dilapidated defensive position, they discovered that there were countless airports behind the direction. The airports were lined with densely packed berths. A small number of warships were moored in the berths, but the open-air warehouses of the airports were piled up as high as the sea. Materials, comparing the two is terrifying when you think about it carefully.

After a while, I realized that hundreds of guide boats were slowly emerging from nowhere. Still no contact request was made, guiding the warships at the front to sway toward a certain airport.

There is only one possibility for this situation. The combat fleets on the defense line have been completely disorganized and are not even bothered to reorganize. Anyway, a large number of airports have empty berths and supplies are piled up. As long as they can fit in them, even if they are filled under the bed No one asked.

It can be said that Emile is the only commander who led the fleet and successfully sneaked into the top line of defense. However, this does not make any sense. All omissions are just a true reflection of the despair of the officers and soldiers on the defense line.

"Emile? With a fleet? How is that possible? Has she returned as an interstellar ghost?"

In the general headquarters, there were originally tens of thousands of officer posts now empty. They were either temporary transfers and were executed as deserters in the rear, or frontline officers suffered too many casualties and became temporary frontline officers. They either died in battle or waited. Die in battle.

The decadent commander-in-chief, holding a huge wine bottle, looked at the charming secretary with drunken eyes, and yelled these words while drinking. The secretary's cuteness was only aimed at the commander-in-chief. If it were When Gao Feng sees it, he will definitely exclaim, "She is a bear spirit."

"She did not turn into a ghost, and the maze defense line was never lost. The reason why the insects attacked the new defense line was that they could not withstand the huge casualties..."

The secretary had a straight face and a flat tone, and gave a scripted report. In fact, she didn't even believe that insects were afraid of casualties? As both females, she was extremely jealous of Emile. Why could Emile become the hero of the entire galaxy, while she was just the lover of a drunk commander?

"Okay, let me meet her and reveal her true identity as an undead..."

The secretary didn't notice that there was a glimmer of light in the corner of the drunk commander's eyes.

There are two types of commanders in the Alliance Army. One is a fool who pretends to be shrewd. Except for fighting, he is extremely proficient in other things. Most commanders are like this, such as Alpha and others at Star Barrier and Maze Defense Line.

The other type is the fifth commander-in-chief of the new defense line who pretends to be confused, is as vulgar as a bear, and is drunk all day long. They are marginalized figures within the system. They make small mistakes but never make big mistakes. People feel uncomfortable, want to leave but can't find a reason, in short, they are not pleasing to people.

The Drunken Bear took over as the commander not because he was brave and good at fighting, but because he couldn't find anyone who could support the defense line. He could only hope that this stupid guy could use his character of not being afraid of offending others to forcefully suppress the officers and soldiers on the defense line. Obviously, he succeeded. .

The drunkard only issued two orders in total. The first one is that all officers and soldiers who leave the defense line will be executed without any reason. The second one is that every reinforcement that enters the defense line will receive a death notice as soon as possible. And the pension is guaranteed to be handed over to relatives and fellow clan members. In other words, as long as they enter the new defense line, no matter who they are, they are dead in writing.

It was by relying on these two orders that the dilapidated and precarious defense line was stabilized. Faced with the crazy attacks of the insects again and again, no matter what the desperate situation, they persisted, making it impossible for the insects to take a step forward, and at the same time, the discipline of the officers and soldiers was relaxed to the point of There are signs that the commander-in-chief does not want his subordinates to be strict soldiers, but a group of desperadoes with today and no tomorrow. Only desperadoes can complete the inner construction and withstand the attack of insects.

The moment the careless drunkard saw Emile, a chill from his spine suddenly rushed to the top of his head. She was still a beautiful girl as delicate as a flower, but she had a strong fighting spirit of fighting with thousands of troops for the rest of her life. This kind of thing will only appear in the most ferocious veterans, and it will only appear in the lunatic who licks blood from his knife tip and rolls in the pile of corpses.

"You are very good……."

Emile only glanced at the other person before saying this comment, because at the moment they met, both parties understood that they had met the same kind, the same kind who were accustomed to using mountains of corpses and seas of blood as decoration.

"Really...is it really you? Your Excellency Emile?"

The drunkard, who had already looked down upon life and death, honor and disgrace, could not help but get nervous when he saw Emile, who was full of aura. The man in front of him was not the unparalleled warrior promoted by the alliance, but a living legend, a legendary general who could turn the tide and support the defense line against trillions of bugs alone.

"I came to tell you that the war is over, and the bugs have compromised..."

Emile's enthusiasm was only seen by Gao Feng. He treated others coldly, but the more he was like this, the more respected he was. It seemed that only this kind of indifferent character was what a legendary general should have.

"War? Over?"

The drunkard was shocked again, and the bottle in his hand fell to the floor and shattered, splashing countless drinks, but there was no joy on his face, but infinite loneliness.

"Because we are going to face an enemy more terrifying than the bugs, an enemy that chased the bugs from the outer galaxy to here..."

Emile knew the changes in the other party's heart. As a commander who stabilized the defense line, he was qualified, but as a general of the alliance, he deserved to die.

Countless high-ranking officials who lost their relatives, friends, and nephews were waiting to tear him to pieces. She had to use a more terrifying enemy to save his fate, at least temporarily. She didn't want her kind to die on the battlefield but fall under the guns of her own people.

"Are there more terrifying enemies? The Alliance is really in trouble. May the heroic spirit embrace the Alliance..."

The other party didn't seem to care who the new enemy was, whether the Alliance could continue to resist, or even whether the bugs would stop attacking. In fact, the officers and soldiers on the defense line, including him, had already died. The dead would not care what the living think.

"Have you lost contact with the Alliance?"

Emile had a bad feeling. Since she entered the new defense line, all the officers and soldiers she met had a strange temperament. At first, she thought it was the mental trauma caused by the intense war on the front line. Now it seems that it is far from that simple.

"Alliance? Is there still an Alliance now?"

The drunkard asked this question in return, and he didn't want to talk anymore. Emile was not from a public star field. She was just from a small race in a remote star area, and the total number of people was less than 80 million.

Unable to endure the oppression of the big tribes, Emile would constantly break through herself and become a destroyer. Just as she was enjoying the pleasure of being a strong destroyer and being complimented by countless tribes, she was ordered by the Alliance to be transferred to the front line.

Her feelings for the Alliance were not as good as those of the stupid pet that Emile had fed too much to death. In her intuitive impression, the Alliance was the largest known tribe.

Whoever she wanted to die, she had to die. Whoever she wanted to obey, she had to obey. She could easily organize a large defense line with tens of millions of warships. One hundred thousand warships could be filled with more soldiers than her tribe.

Now suddenly hearing that the Alliance was gone, the first thought that came to her mind was:

"What a joke? This is not funny at all..."

"Is it because of the spread of space technology?"

After a while, Emile asked, and the drunk commander shook his head and sighed heavily.

"The defense line was lost long ago. Sixteen Tabaris ago, a swarm of Level 2 Zerg numbering more than 10 million broke into the Second Command's position from the side and rear, then penetrated the defense line and breached a front-line transfer center, causing chaos in the Alliance..."