Interstellar Fairy Tale

On January 23, 1134, the galactic calendar, the imperial counter-insurgency fleet led by Greg Harminia passed through the Tracy galaxy route and approached the rebel galaxy Kisanna. The space jumping particle connecting the Tracy route and the interior of the Qisanna galaxy has long been closed, and the message sent by the navigation ship was unexpected.

"If the rebels appear unprepared, perhaps they should be more worried."

Greg Armenia is a grumpy but definitely not a jerk.

According to the initial counter-insurgency plan formulated by Greg Armenia and Giovannina, the fleet will gradually intrude from the outskirts of the Kisanna system in a way of cannibalization, occupying all the supply and military planets in the system one by one. , until the rebel command center set up around the main star of Kisanna was completely isolated.

Without supplies and support, they can only rely on the energy and food they looted and occupied before.

Greg Harminia can assert that, in the case of completely cutting off contact with the outside world, unless these rebels are clones with no emotions and only a war-will, they will definitely not last for a few days.

"Is this a waste of time?"

O'Neill raised his doubts, and he acted eagerly, but he had a reason for doing so. Compared with Giovannadella and Greg Armenia, he needs to prove himself through this rebellion and prove that the Semtor galaxy fleet is still loyal to the empire.

Onigre believes that as long as his performance satisfies the emperor and the empress dowager, Risgrey will "die of illness" soon, and the Semtor galaxy will belong to him!

He would never make a stupid mistake like Rhys Gray!

Like most boys from old-fashioned aristocracy who belong to collateral families, O'Neill desires power and wealth, and now he has the opportunity to get things that were previously unattainable, and he will never let such an opportunity slip through his fingers. Gone!

Greg Harminia was stern, he did not show dissatisfaction with O'Neill's words, but he would not change the battle plan because of the young man's mind. He can understand O'Neill's eagerness to seize power, but he doesn't want to be a stepping stone to young people's ambitions.

Did this young man think the Kisanna rebels were a bunch of mediocre idiots? Despite their reputation as Rebels, not long ago they were a galaxy fleet defending the borders of the Empire! The brilliance of the Kisanna fleet should not be dispelled by the accusation of a rebel.

"but…"

"This is an order!"

Greg Armenia made the final call. Even if Onigre was unwilling, he could not refute the words of the fleet commander.

Leaning hard against the high back of the command chair, O'Neill lowered his head and bit his lip unwillingly.

"All the fleet, move forward as planned!"

Greg Harminia gave the order to attack immediately after the three commanders had finished talking.

The Namu galaxy fleet led by Giovanni Nadere remained in the outskirts of the Chisanna system as a support fleet, the Norred system fleet led by Grega Harminia was the center army, and the Semto system led by O'Negri The fleet became the vanguard of the attack.

The black battleship painted with the Grey family crest, like a ferocious swarm of wasps, pounced on the three supply planets outside the Kisanna system. After three rounds of exploratory shelling, the supply planet, which should have been heavily guarded, remained silent.

Greg Harminia stood with arms folded in front of the huge screen in the flagship command room, watching the silent supply planet, and ordered the attack fleet cruiser to land.

"But, this is too hasty!"

Onigre's voice came from the communicator, and Grega Harminia didn't even want the young man's face to appear on the screen again.

"The insurgents have probably abandoned some outer planets, and only need to pay attention to the safety of landing and prevent the laser mines laid by the rebels."

Greg Harminia no longer gives O'Neill a chance to speak, a rookie is a rookie, and excessive war enthusiasm is not a good thing.

The Semto galaxy fleet sent 120 small cruise ships and 30 **** battleships to enter the atmospheres of the three supply planets respectively. When the cruise ships sent the situation on the planets back to the command ship, Rao was already prepared, everyone Still can't help but take a breath.

Death, destruction, devastation!

Between the buildings destroyed by artillery fire, soldiers who fought to the last minute and the bodies of slaughtered civilians overlapped. The ruins, the dried blood, and the scattered weapon parts played a deadly silence.

"…"

Greg Harminia's blood is cold. He has issued orders to massacre cities in countless conquered galaxies. The scene in front of him cannot shake his will, but it can arouse his anger.

There has never been an absolute justice party, and Grega Harminia's accusation of the rebel army's cruel methods would make him feel ridiculous, but he has enough position to make the rebel army pay ten times the price for it.

There was a momentary blank in O'Neill's hot mind. Is this the reality of war?

The next marching action was very smooth, and it was so smooth that people began to be alarmed. What the counter-insurgency fleet did was almost the same three rounds of shelling and then landing.

However, in the process of constantly occupying the planet, some of the battleships and cruise ships in the fleet had to leave the main fleet, stay around the occupied planet, and protect the safety of the fleet's route. Greg Harminia is not sure if this is another conspiracy of the rebels. If the other party uses this to paralyze the counter-insurgency fleet and ambush a hidden fleet in an unknown area, then the counter-insurgency fleet that goes deep into the Kisanna system Undoubtedly the enemy will be attacked.

"Are you overly cautious?"

Greg Harminia asked himself if the last time a cosmic black hole popped up misled him, but he intuitively thought it had to.

The counter-insurgent fleet was marching forward, until the fleet approached a planet in the middle of the Kisanna system that was dominated by a military area and accompanied by a living area of ​​the territorial people, and finally encountered resistance. Judging by the size of the fleet, this fleet is most likely the main force of the Qisanna rebels. But this is so unreasonable! Not blocking at the outer edge of the galaxy, nor defending the main star, but suddenly appearing in the middle of the galaxy? This is not even the planet where the military town is located!

"finally!"

O'Neill almost jumped up from the command chair, while Grega Harminia immediately contacted Giovanna, who was still on the outskirts of the galaxy, and after receiving a normal reply from the other party, he turned his attention back to the sudden appearance. Rebel fleet.

Just, a little weird?

Greg Harminia did not order to stop Onigre's rash advance, allowing this reckless young man to probe the truth of the other side. The opponent's resistance was tenacious, but it seemed powerless in the face of the absolute number of battleships and firepower superiority. When the battleship lost nearly one-third, it turned around and fled.

"Come up!"

O'Neill gave the order without hesitation, but the correspondent reported back that the flagship had ordered the pursuit to cease.

"what?!"

O'Neill didn't want to miss such a good opportunity.

"Perhaps, this is a trap?" Onigre's adjutant whispered in his ear: "This fleet appeared at the wrong time and place, and it seems too 'fragile'."

Clenching the armrests of the command chair with both hands, O'Neill said in a deep voice, "So what?! I ordered, chase!"

In the face of absolute strength, even if he is full of wisdom, it is just a joke.

"But the flagship's order..."

"Leave him alone!"

On the way from the capital to Chisanna, O'Neill had been repressed for too long, and the sudden taste of power had made the young man lose his previous cautiousness. He desperately wants to get military merit, and then let those guys who look down on him kneel on the ground and lick his shoes!

"Order the fleet to pursue!"

The Semtor Galaxy Fleet received two orders before and after, one was from the flagship of the commander-in-chief, and the other was from the flagship of the Semtor Galaxy Fleet. The captains of each ship frowned while looking at the two orders in their hands. In the end, one-third of the captains chose to accept the commander-in-chief's orders, and the other two-thirds followed O'Neill's orders and pursued them with all their strength.

"idiot!"

Greg Harminia looked at the spot of light on the screen representing the Semtor galaxy fleet, and almost subconsciously ordered the bombardment. If these guys were Norred's soldiers, he wouldn't even give them a chance at court martial!

However, now it seems that they will not have this opportunity.

Just when the chasing battleship was about to bite the tail of the rebels, a mutation suddenly occurred, and several huge beams suddenly illuminated the dark universe, like the sword of Thor, splitting the dark curtain.

"what?!"

The chasing formation of the Semto fleet was instantly disrupted, and the next moment, the captains immediately realized what they had encountered.

"Battle anti-cannon! This is the main star war anti-cannon!"

"Damn, how can there be such a thing here?!"

There is no doubt that this kind of energy consumption can be called a huge anti-war artillery, and most of them are used as the defense force of the main star of the galaxy. The number of war defense artillery in a large galaxy has actually caused the imperial fleet to suffer a big loss.

The Kisanna system does have anti-war artillery, but they are placed on the main star, and there are not so many.

During the brief chaos of the Semtor fleet, another round of anti-war artillery salvos tore a terrifying hole in the fleet. The energy column is intertwined into a terrifying **** of death. All the battleships and cruise ships that are shrouded in light have all power systems destroyed. knocking each other out in the universe. In this case, the soldier's survival may be zero. This short-lived attack was only a blink of an eye, and it was a feast of blood and fire written with life.

"Commander, the Semtor Galaxy Fleet requests support!"

"support?"

Greg Harminia snorted, "No support!"

He can now be sure that more than 80% of this attack is a trap set by the opponent in advance. From the arrangement of the anti-aircraft guns and the shelling regardless of energy consumption, Greg Harminia believed that by the time their fleet found the position of the planet where the anti-aircraft guns were located, the other party would have already fled.

"It's a trap, no, it's a mockery!"

Greg Harminia clenched her fists, it's ridiculous that the stupid idiot was really fooled!

Kisanna Prime, Lord's Mansion

The blonde Diana sat in front of the large desk, watching the scene on the virtual light screen, her bright red lips curled up in a happy arc, "It seems that the commander of the other side is indeed experienced in battles, but his subordinates have a bunch of idiots."

The blond boy in a black military uniform stood behind her, silently saying nothing.

"Austin," Diana said, turning her head sideways and looking at her silent son, "what do you think they will do next?"

"If it were me, I would move on. These losses are nothing compared to the main force of the fleet."

"Indeed, maybe the opposing commander will thank us for getting rid of the guy who was holding him back."

Diana laughed out loud, and it could be seen that she was in a good mood. Austin pondered for a while, but still expressed his confusion.

"Mother, I don't understand. There is no greater use for doing this than angering them. Are you sure you will win?"

"Victory?" Diana shook her head gently. "Austin, since the day I left Mars and came here, I have never thought of this word."

"what?!"

Austin didn't have time to express his surprise, a snow-white hand cupped his cheek.

"My child, maybe it's not fair to you, but, I must tell you, I'm here just to kill, kill more people!"

Imperial Capital, Ivan Palace

Shang Ping held his cheeks and unconsciously clicked the tip of the pen, and a curve of uneven thickness immediately appeared on the light screen.

The court etiquette officer coughed lightly and signaled to Shang Ping that this was still in class.

"Ah, sorry!"

"I don't need your apology, Her Majesty. But can you tell me what you've been thinking about since the beginning?"

"I just..." Shang Ping hesitated for a while, then shook his head. He couldn't tell the court etiquette officer that he was distracted because of a dream last night. In the dream, Austin in the uniform of the Madoff Military Academy, holding a bright red rose, looked at him from a distance, and seemed to say something . Just when he wanted to step forward and hear Austin's words clearly, the bouquet of roses suddenly turned into blood-stained petals and scattered into a falling flower rain...

This dream seems to herald something.

Shang Ping didn't understand, and no one could help him. Talking with goodwill is impossible, talking with the emperor? Only when his IQ is negative will he mention other men in front of the emperor. This made Shang Ping more and more headaches.

Looking at the queen who was distracted again, the court etiquette officer tightened his eyebrows and snapped, breaking the alloy cast pointer.

In the evening of the same day, at the parking lot outside the palace complex on the west side of Ivan's Summer Palace, several small and medium-sized aircraft were thrown into the air one after another, and then fell, burst like fireworks, and disintegrated.