Him and their stars

Suluka King Brunhild, just like in the "history" she was in, personally stood in the position of the navigator and started the most dangerous journey of the Angel of Dawn since its construction.

Yes, for the crew members who did not know the truth, such a huge ship shuttling through the dotted channel of the star map would inevitably encounter various unknown cosmic dangers, and one carelessness would result in the destruction of the ship and the death of people. This is much more dangerous than the one hour and twenty-two minutes of the Miracle Ring.

After all, the potential dangers of fighting with fewer enemies are all exposed. The soldiers only need to eliminate the enemies around them, but there are many things to consider when walking on the "dotted line".

Speaking of which, in the history of the Galactic Empire, there are really more emperors and elects who died in shipwrecks than on the battlefield.

Brunhild was still calm and even wanted to laugh.

Compared with the time in the "history" when she was in the center of the galaxy, it was much easier to play hide-and-seek with the remnants and the predators. She said to herself. Moreover, no one, not even myself, thought that the star map data obtained in that "history" could be used in reality, right?

So, two hours before the Barbarossa successfully attacked Katun, the Angel of Dawn had already arrived at the Chelo Galaxy unscathed.

The unknown cosmic radiation, giant star gravity and bursting stellar rays she encountered along the way did not even penetrate the shield. When the Angel of Dawn arrived at the Chelo Galaxy, the battery power of the shield was even restored to full.

The soldiers on the ship felt that they were traveling with the goddess, and everyone was in high spirits, even with the spirit of religious martyrs. They now felt that even if they died for Her Highness Brunhild, they would definitely be able to ascend to the immortality and enter the Hall of Valor.

Although it was crazy to attack a fortress with a ship, everyone believed that His Highness King Su was the agent of miracles, the queen who turned the impossible into the possible.

Moreover, although they only had one ship, it was a Titan ship after all, with an entire division of the most elite Imperial Armored Grenadiers, twelve Star Knights, and six dragons on board. All of them were intact and well-rested.

And the fact proved that the intelligence was correct. The Chelo Fortress, which was no less large than Sayde (before expansion), had only two thousand defenders, without any heavy weapons, and most of them were civilians.

As for those fortress guns and shields that consumed a lot of energy and had many scenes, they had long been shut down due to cost issues, and now they were not even able to warm up.

So, the Cherk people almost did not make any systematic resistance, and they all laid down their weapons and surrendered.

It turned out that although they were anti-imperialist, they were not as willing to break as advertised.

It was 4:27 a.m. on May 2, Galactic Standard Time. When the Angel of Dawn captured Chelo, it did not intercept all the nearby civilian ships.

They all knew that this little bit of news would soon reach the opposite community.

This was what Ostana called a security risk, and it was also the most likely place for this surprise attack to fail.

Ostana further added: "We only have one Dawn Angel here. But the opposite New Atlantis has already gathered most of the main forces of the community's solar fleet. They set out at the end of March and gathered all the warships that the earthlings can currently mobilize. By April, another batch was gathered."

"It sounds particularly difficult, and we should pay considerable respect to the hard work of their National Defense Committee." Brunhilt smiled and said: "But this so-called solar fleet? Isn't that the first fleet of the earthlings, the main force of the New World Expedition Fleet?"

"Yes. This is after reconstruction."

"It's really interesting. Can the fleet after annihilation also be reborn?" Brunhilt asked with interest.

"This... the specific number should be different. The name of the Solar System Fleet is very important to the people of Earth."

"So it is the mob that has just been reorganized?"

"... Although your words may underestimate the enemy, it is true. The fleet is composed of a group of old warships and the guard fleets of major star regions. The quality of the personnel can only be said to be barely usable. The commander is Lieutenant General Hud Scheuer." Ostana introduced hastily: "The second batch of reinforcements that came later is a greater threat. There are two newly built Yinglongs in the fleet. The commander is Marshal Paul Ferragu himself."

"It is indeed a mob that has just been reorganized. However, if they are wiped out again, the blow to the morale of the people of Earth is far beyond the level that a mob can cause."

We only have one ship now. Although it is a Titan, it is too arrogant to fight one against a hundred. And our nearest reinforcements must also come from Katun City. Even at the speed of the Clear Sky and Barbarossa, it will take ten days.

Moreover, they are too busy to deal with all the other people.

Ostana felt that Brunhilde should be aware of the above issues, and it would be deliberate if she reminded her again.

The Chief of Staff decided to change her words: "It takes at least twelve hours to warm up the shield and main guns of this fortress. During this period, if the Community Fleet launches an attack on us and seizes the fortress, the possibility of a successful landing is still very high. We need to inform everyone to prepare for the battle for the fortress."

Brynhildr nodded, but still looked disapproving: "Inform the troops stationed in the fortress to be prepared and familiarize themselves with the alliance's fortress armed system as soon as possible."

In addition to its original crew and marines, the Dawn Angel also houses 30,000 professional fortress garrison troops and a large number of technical troops. The Titan ship is a universal battleship and originally has such space for transporting troops.

Brünnhilt was indeed deliberate and did not consider the possibility of failure.

The proud Dragon King once again glanced outside the porthole, looking at the deep starry sky further away: "I really hope that they will attack now, but this possibility is not high... If they do You should have reacted an hour ago. Haha, it’s hard for you to be forced to fight side by side with such an insect."

The chief of staff didn't say anything.

Of course she knew when the master was asking and when he was talking to himself. She also knew when she should talk and when she should remain silent.

"Ostana." Brunhilt's voice suddenly became solemn.

"My subordinate is here!"

"Order the fleet on standby in the Xuantuo Galaxy to ignore the actions of the Circass and take action immediately! Tell them that the main shipping route is clear and I want to see my fleet at Chero Fortress before May 20. "

"...Some of the heavier ships may fall behind."

"Let Wovna and Nelhana decide for themselves."

"clear!"

Brunhild watched his chief of staff leave the command room in a hurry, and then looked at the wall on his right. There, his adjutants and staff were busy at the console. A huge holographic star map has been unfolded like a scroll, the stars are shining, magnificent and vast.

King Suliuka's eyes traveled from the Chero Fortress where he was located, along New Atlantis to the Terra star region, and then drifted to the Nantian Gate, which was shining with bright light.

Her eyes stayed on it for half a minute, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Then, Queen Brunhilt's gaze continued to move, sweeping across the outer ring star area, Xin Shuntian and Lumina, and finally stopped at the center of the Far Coast Nebula.

On that gorgeous face full of divine sculptural beauty, there flashed a hint of distress and fighting spirit.

She whispered to herself:

"Okay. Now tell me, honey, what else can you do?"

"Behind me is the entire empire, but you only have yourself."

"If you don't agree, then prove it to me. Just like in that 'history'."

…

May 2 of the Common Calendar, New World Governor-General District, Xinyumen, 10:15 am local time.

In a wilderness market 4,000 kilometers away from Tulong, a young man named Luo Ming, a researcher from the Ministry of Agriculture of the Community, was sitting on an off-road vehicle with his earthling assistant and sand people driver, parked at the market. He walked to the city square and watched the activities in the square curiously.

Ever since the news of the impending arrival of the imperial fleet spread throughout New Yumen, the entire planet has become lively, and it is the same today. Starting from the morning, all the major sand people tribes and city-states within a radius of a thousand miles gathered in the market to start a grand sacrificial ceremony.

It is said that starting yesterday, they will hold various activities. Bonfire war dances, animal killings, spear-throwing contests, etc. are all the traditional war sacrifice processes of the Sand people. They are not only very ritualistic, but also very entertaining, and are loved by everyone.

...By the way, the gun throwing competition has been changed to a rifle shooting competition. This is to keep pace with the times.

Luo Ming came a day late. When he arrived, most of the programs had ended, and now he could only enjoy the chorus of the sand people. He only saw a choir composed of more than 300 sand people of different ages and scale colors, singing loudly in the center of the square.

Their songs are loud and clear, but have few changes and fluctuations. It sounds like the night symphony of insects. This is because the vocal cords of the sand people cannot produce high-pitched sounds like humans. Compared to the Twi'lek and Eredar elves, who are natural singers with well-developed vocal cords, they are even worse.

However, as long as I accept this setting, I feel that their singing is also very touching.

Luo Ming said to his driver: "I did my homework when I came here. This seems to be a hymn sung by the locals to the river god and the earth god. Only the nobles with red scales and white scales can have it." Qualified to sing.”

His driver is a sandman who also serves as bodyguard and guide. He has blue scales. In the past sand people city-state and tribal era, he belonged to a family of warriors (cannons) and warriors (gray) for generations. He had a little social status, but not much.

The Sandman named Dai Jia glanced at the choir. In addition to the "noble" black, red and white, there are also many "mud legs" of green, yellow, green, gray, and brown. At first glance, it looks like a riot of colors. lanterns.

Dai Jia replied calmly: "They are all digging for worms in the sand, and it is too ugly to have to distinguish them. It is the business of the gods in this era."

"You're right, it's all the gods' business in this era." Luo Ming nodded slightly.

In the square, the sand people sang for the upcoming war. The people around the square were silent, listening silently and praying silently. However, outside the market, the sharp and loud singing, mixed with the roar of the swift dragon, the clang of the mecha, and the roar of the vehicles, played a wonderful but moving piece of music.

Luo Ming did his homework before coming to Xinyumen. He remembered that in the worldview of the sand people, the river god and the earth god represented life and fertile soil respectively, while the sky represented evil, replacing the ecological niche of "hell" in the classical mythology of many races. The gods of heaven are basically equivalent to the devil. Adding "gods of heaven" to the words is equivalent to cursing, and even carries a bit of religious curse.

This is probably because the sand people like to plant sweet potatoes and white worms in the piled sand, and it is also related to their preference to live underground in primitive times.

Of course, it has something to do with their natural enemies before the birth of civilization, those bat dragons and more powerful gravel dragons, who always descended from the sky to capture the young and strong.

It's really interesting. The earthlings came from the sky, and this time, the empire will also come from the sky. Luo Ming thought. How big is the difference between us and the imperial devils?

At this time, his driver Dai Jia also began to translate the song for him:

"Gentle Holy River Shepherd, the source of mercy, bless your son to go through the fierce battle, stop the arrows, and resist the sword. Strong Virgin Mary, the hope of courage, help your daughter not to suffer, eliminate evil, and tame chaos. The red star teaches us to be tolerant of each other. Children of the sea of ​​sand, unite, we will live forever in the flames."

"...Are you kidding me? Is this the original lyrics?"

"At least the first half is really the original lyrics." Dai Jia grinned and laughed: "A lot of words were added to the lyrics, but everyone still likes it."

People who don't like it must be embarrassed, right? Luo Ming laughed maliciously.

The driver of the Sand People blew out another breath: "So I don't understand, it's obviously this era, but the Empire still has so many noble masters. From this point of view, the Empire doesn't seem to be more advanced than us barbarians."

He continued to nag: "My former master died, and everyone's life is better. Director Luo, from this point of view, isn't it important to have no masters?"

The situation here is very complicated. In fact, even in the community and the alliance, there are masters who are born noble. Luo Ming didn't know how to answer for a while.

Fortunately, the other party didn't want to answer. At this time, the chorus was over. The "singers" from all walks of life and all groups of Sand People disbanded with laughter, which was very relaxed, without the solemnity and rigidity of religious rituals.

The driver of the Sand People shouted loudly to the old Sand People who were leading. "Dad Maolin, Dad Maolin!"

The old Sand People, who were more burly than ordinary Sand People, strode over. He had a very civilian brown scale armor, slightly hunched, but still huge and strong, and was two and a half meters tall when he walked on his own. Luo Ming felt like he was seeing a dinosaur that came alive to him.

"Your..." Luo Ming was about to speak when he was interrupted by the Sand People.

"I know you, Special Envoy Director Luo, right? Hahahaha, in the past year, you have been wandering around the vast plains here. The herdsmen from all over the country are riding lizards to race with your car."

The old Sand People named Mao Lin laughed heartily and hoarsely, and stretched out three fingers that were almost as thick as a flashlight: "I have already made an agreement with everyone. The twenty tribes on the Nanqi Plain have prepared 30,000 young and strong men, all of whom are good guys who have fought lizard groups, gravel dragons, and sandworms. They will be assembled here tomorrow."