Him and their stars

This brave Imperial destroyer should be preparing to approach Fortress Seder in an attempt to launch a proton torpedo. However, before this powerful weapon could take effect, she was hit and lost her ability to fight.

Her final disintegration failed to break through the outer wall of Fortress No. 2. However, it can be proved that in the previous battle, the energy shield of this fortress had reached its limit.

Immediately afterwards, a sublight speed missile launched by a Lance-class cruiser of the Empire at an ultra-long distance was intercepted 250,000 kilometers away from the fortress.

This was the end of this round of attacks by the empire. As the Lance-class cruiser was intercepted by a salvo of main guns from a nearby Community warship, the Imperial fleet also began to retreat.

The good news is that everyone won again and had a great exchange ratio.

The bad news is that everyone knows that the enemy will be back soon. The generals of the community can even feel that what the other party is doing is as if they are spending huge casualties to clear the outer bunkers and trenches. Now, they did pay a heavy price - six consecutive rounds of all-out attacks that lasted for two weeks, causing the empire to lose the wreckage of hundreds of battleships on the center line of the two armies, including even a battlecruiser and a large Armored aircraft carrier.

However, the Imperial Army may feel that these prices are worth paying, right? By now, their light battleships were close enough to directly attack the main fortress cluster in the center. This also means that if we go one step further, a forced landing will be a matter of course.

Of course, fortunately, everyone's morale has been maintained fairly well. The majority of the fleet at least saw with their own eyes that the Imperial warships hit by their own forces in the past two weeks burned in the starry sky. The main losses on our side were on the unmanned turrets. Compared with the empire's casualties, the losses of one's own warships and garrison personnel should be at most half of the opponent's.

Overall, although the officers and soldiers were tired, they were also happy, especially the majority of new recruits who had just come from the mainland. They had not experienced last year's "Ten Drifts and Ten Battles" and "Alien Transformation Plan", and thought that there was still a certain distance between them and the veterans. But now, after such a victory, they clearly felt that honor and courage were growing in their souls.

Of course, veterans don't think so.

"I have experienced hundreds of battles, but this is the first time I have fought such a boring battle!" Lieutenant Jean Cook complained loudly while eating in the officers' Chinese restaurant. Even when he was dining, he was wearing a flight suit.

Actually, it's more than that. As an outstanding captain who has repeatedly made military exploits and survived minor injuries, he is still wearing a diaper. However, the smell of this kind of thing is still a bit strong, so there is no need to explain it in detail in the restaurant.

As the captain of the lightning strike ship, he certainly had reason to complain.

The enemy's main battleships always stay within the cover of the Holy Shield light cruiser and attack from a distance. In this case, the attack effect of the lightning strike ship will be greatly reduced.

Of course, with the current performance of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, it is also possible to break through the defense network of the Holy Shield cruiser by turning on the light wings for sub-light speed penetration. Although the loss will be larger, it is still within the bearable range.

However, when the New China Squadron and the Dawn Squadron prepare to attack in person, the enemy fleet will begin to retreat. If it were in the past, the extremely explosive Lightning Strike Ships would really be happy to catch up and explode these thin-skinned and big-filled assholes. But now, after the "center line" established by the treaty, the Imperial Army also deployed a large-scale automatic sentry cannon here, and the space airport was almost in the line of fire.

Haven't you heard what Commander Yu Company taught everyone? A qualified torpedo ship pilot must be a rational, objective, calm and steady realist, and he still cannot do such a thing as breaking through the enemy's fire network.

So the tug-of-war between kites and counter-kites lasted for two full weeks. The Thunder Strike Ships, which have made great contributions to the people of Earth in all the previous wars, and are still regarded as the trump card of the Community Space Fleet, actually seem to have no sense of existence.

"So, what are the Imperial devils here for? Are they joking? Or are they just here to show off, as the Commander said... No, they are clearly here to show off, like a guy with his skirt open to the end. Twi'lek dancer with thighs! Really!" Lieutenant Cook picked up the bread in the basket and said, "Damn it! It's a croissant, not a croissant! Ah, who poured the chocolate sauce on the croissant?”

The crew members sitting next to him knew that the captain was going crazy, so they all just gave polite but insincere smiles and focused their attention on the plates in front of them.

However, the young pilot sitting at the table next to him interrupted rudely: "But, sir, we still sank a light carrier and two cruisers, and none of our own was lost."

Lieutenant Cook glanced at the opposite person. This was a woman with a delicate appearance and even cute appearance, but very firm eyes. It was easy for him to connect directly to Boss Liuli. If it weren't for that eldest sister, I might still be a courier boy in my hometown.

Cook ate the meatloaf roughly and took a sip of beer. His regretful eyes flashed over the croissants in the basket. Then he took a deep breath and said in a loud voice: "What's your name?"

"Rogue 3's second pilot and shooter, Ensign Jyn Essle. Sir."

"Rogue Squadron has been rebuilt?"

"Yes. All members have just returned to the team today. Sir, your information is too ill-informed. You were also a member of this squadron before. You cannot ignore your old unit just because you were promoted in another squadron." The female pilot sighed, seeming a little hurt.

Lieutenant Cook was indeed a little embarrassed, but considering that he had hardly left his post during this period, his mood immediately stabilized: "He looked at the female pilot again, and still felt that her baby face was still too tender. She is so young that even playing the role of a junior high school student is not out of line.

"Your words..."

"Just graduated early from aviation school, sir."

No wonder he looks like a middle school student.

But then again, have our military resources been so depleted that we have to force students to graduate early? Lieutenant Cook was a little worried, but considering that he couldn't control such a thing, he forced himself to forget it.

Completely ignoring Lieutenant Cook who was drafted into the army even though he was a famous cosmic rowing champion, he said in an old-fashioned tone like a senior: "Then you have to figure it out even more, Lieutenant Essol. Our Rogue Squadron has bombed Fearless, it has blown up planets, blown up fortresses, blown up Titans and virtual realm lords...are you satisfied with just a small cruiser?"

Jean Cook does feel that it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality now. You know, he was once a hero who threw anti-matter torpedoes into the ditch of the dreadnought!

"I understand what you mean. However, after two weeks of continuous fighting, our torpedo strike ship has not been lost!"

"so what?"

"This can show that our survival rate will be very high for a long time. This will help us recruits survive." Second Lieutenant Essol showed a bright smile: "I hope you will , If all the battles are played like this, maybe there will be a ceasefire soon! I might be able to go back to my hometown and sail on a passenger ship."

Lieutenant Cook was dumbfounded when he heard this. He nodded subconsciously and said, "Ju, you can still understand it so well... No, you are indeed a natural fit for our torpedo ship unit."

"Well, but I really just want to go back and drive a passenger ship... I thought, sir, a hero like you who has repeatedly made military exploits would definitely scold someone like me for being cowardly."

"Now that you know it, why do you still say that?"

"Because Xiaguan is a member of the Lion Heart Club! No matter in school or in the club, the education Xiaguan received tells me that I cannot lie."

...Damn it, I spent a lot of effort to join the association. Lieutenant Cook was somewhat envious and jealous, but he quickly adjusted his mood:

"Yes, that's what's suitable for flying thunder ships. Even for me, it's more like driving a rowing boat. I only won the championship once. However, I want to be the first person in the history of sublight speed racing. I want more than one, not two, three or four, I want to win many championships, too many trophies to hold.”

"I know you are a racing champion. Many of our classmates were encouraged by you and decided to take the small and medium-sized driving course." Then, they were recruited to drive lightning ships.

"Our boss has said it more than once. War is for peace, and also for one day we can sit down in peace and drink a big bowl of wine and eat a big piece of meat. If you have the consciousness to fight for peace, you must have the courage to charge against the Titans, right? ”

This statement sounds like it really lacks arguments and arguments, but that’s all Cook, who never went to college, can say. Fortunately, female pilots who graduated from aviation school early or are still under the age of 20 have nothing to refute their predecessors. She nodded silently, as if she didn't understand.

"So, cheers! We've won six times."

"Yes, not just one, not two, three or four wins, there will be many more wins in the future."

"Look, I said you were born to drive a lightning strike ship."

In this way, the new recruits of the newly restored Rogue Squadron and the veterans of the New China Squadron and the Dawn Squadron were singing and dancing together again, and their morale seemed to be swelling and burning.

In short, although the two consecutive weeks of battles have accumulated a lot of fatigue for everyone, considering that the casualty rate and exchange ratio are very good, the overall morale has always been maintained at a relatively high level.

However, the remaining company of the headquarters really couldn't cheer frankly with the ordinary soldiers. He knew very well that it would be almost impossible to achieve such a beautiful exchange ratio in the next round of fighting.

He asked Feifei to take out a graphic chart, and it could be clearly seen that his own casualty rate was clearly on the rise. By the time of the sixth wave of attacks, our losses should have reached 70% of the opponent's, and even a Blackbird-class battlecruiser was destroyed.

This tragic loss occurred at 11:17 am. The Blackbird-class battlecruiser General Pontos, transferred from the Cantilever Fleet, was shot while covering Fortress No. 2 and lost power and shields. Was attacked by enemy fleet.

We tried to rescue her but failed, and in the end we could only visually observe that she was intercepted in the middle by a volley of orbital artillery shells from the Imperial Army.

This is also the first large capital ship sunk by the Blue Star Community since the beginning of this year.

What made Yu Lian even more worried was that this loss could have been avoided. When the General Pontos was covering the fortress, it responded to a round of main gun salvos from the enemy. When the warship was evading, it was obviously more than a beat slower, which gave the Imperial warship the opportunity to deal a fatal blow.