The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge

172. Battle of Malastal Fjord (final)

Admiral Trench's set of combined punches hit the head and face, directly knocking Captain Woolf Ularen into a daze.

He never expected that he would lose so badly in such a battle against the mercenaries of those business giants! And without any bells and whistles at all, it is a complete defeat in the art of commanding!

Woolf Ularen was born in a military family, and his father, Tur Ularen, was a well-known naval commander in the Republic. Under the tutelage of his father, he started his military command career at a young age.

He graduated from the Military Academy with honors, and did not choose to join the corrupt Judicial Fleet of the Republic, but to serve in the Defense Fleet of the Cuimar Sector. Because the Kuimal star region is not a very peaceful star region, it often needs to face the harassment of pirates.

In constant actual combat, Wulf Ularen has grown at an astonishing speed, and he himself is very confident. He believes that in the entire Republic, there are only a handful of commanders who are better than himself. With his father's teaching and foreshadowing, he will one day be able to become a general commanding thousands of warships to gallop across the galaxy!

However, this was his first time commanding a large-scale fleet to fight, and he immediately lost everything!

The unknown commander from the Enterprise Alliance grasped his mindset. He believed that since the opponent was blocking the fleet, he would definitely set up a formation and wait for work with superior firepower. But the opponent did the opposite, directly seized the time of his hyperspace jump, took the initiative to attack, and directly wedged into the formation of his fleet.

Moreover, the other party keeps releasing wrong information, because in the previous tentative breakthroughs on the planet Marathal, the fleet of the Enterprise Alliance has always been guarding around the pre-arranged hyperspace blockers. Then I will naturally arrange tactics based on the range of the known blocker.

It turned out that the opponent actually hid the second blocker, interrupting their hyperspace jump in advance, and then their own fleet accelerated ahead of time, dragging the battle into the battle within less than 3 minutes after the Republic fleet just left the hyperspace. The most unfavorable melee situation for them!

Then the commander gave full play to the advantages of his own spaceships, advancing forward with a fleet of spaceships of unknown models. Because the spaceships of that fleet are all excellent in performance, with both speed and flexibility, and then use the powerful ghost fighters to disrupt their own formation, giving the fleet a chance to make a big turn directly!

After that, they attacked from multiple directions, completely tearing up the formation of their own fleet, leaving only the desperate situation of fighting on their own!

And now, another choice was placed in front of Woolf Ularen—how his last hole card, the main formation with the Lord Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser at its core, would act.

This is related to the life and death of their entire army!

The back of the military uniform was completely soaked in cold sweat. Wulf Yularen looked at the holographic projection of the battlefield in a daze, watching the battleships being destroyed, and watching the mercenaries of the Enterprise Alliance raging wildly on the battlefield.

Now the enterprise alliance's fleet headed by five fantail-class destroyers is pointing all its guns at its heavy cruiser Lord Lord. As long as his main formation continued to advance, it would almost immediately be bombarded by concentrated artillery fire.

If it was before, then he would have ten thousand ways to break through this situation, because the fantail-class destroyer itself only has a large turbolaser cannon, which is very inflexible. But at this moment, with the battle situation going to this point, if his main formation advances, there is no other way but to face the powerful firepower of the Fantail-class destroyer head-on!

"Sir...the database comparison has come out." The adjutant came over and whispered, "Judging from the logo on the opponent's flagship, the commander of the Enterprise Alliance mercenary fleet is Admiral Trench, the commander who is known for his brutality. And he doesn't serve in the Republic Navy, but has been active on many battlefields as a hired commander."

Wulf-Ularen breathed a sigh of relief, and said heavily: "The main formation stops advancing! Order all spaceships, abandon the current battle line, and reorganize the defense line with the Lord as the core!"

The adjutant turned pale with fright, "Sir! This means that we will completely abandon the spaceships on the left and right wings! Especially the right wing will almost certainly suffer a devastating blow!"

"It's better than a devastating blow to our entire fleet!" Yularen slammed his fist on the command platform, "Immediately ask for help from the Congress of the Republic! Tell them that we will do our best to defend the front, but at most Can hold on for another half day!"

"Yes..." The adjutant's face turned miserable, and he immediately began to send out a call for help.

"The mercenary commander...he's just a mercenary commander..." Wulf Yularen supported the podium with both hands, his body trembling.

The Milky Way is so full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, a commander who is not in the military ranks and has been a mercenary for a long time can hang him, a top student who graduated from a formal Naval Academy, like a child!

The short half-hour battle just now almost destroyed all his confidence!

"There is public channel signal access!" The communications soldier said loudly.

In the holographic projection in front of him appeared a hideous and terrifying man like a spider. He was wearing a military overcoat and holding a pointer, but he was elegant again.

"This... unknown commander from the Republic, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk !More! Until the deaths of all of you are confirmed! Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

As Trench said, he leaned directly in front of the communicator, his six scarlet eyes almost filling the entire holographic screen, "Now... scream! Run away! Pray! Maybe, you can survive... Tsk tsk Tsk tsk..."

He dropped the last sentence, and then directly closed the public frequency communication.

Among the flagships of the Fourth Civilization Fleet, Tang Xiao looked at the information on the public channel, smiled slightly, turned to Ni Yongxiao and said, "Look, this is why I like Admiral Trench so much."

Then he said to Baron Helmut Zemo on the side: "Okay, the battle is almost over. Next is performance time."

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The tragic battle situation was communicated to the desk of the chairman of the Galactic Republic, Finnis Valorum, almost immediately through the hyperspace communication. Hearing the news, his legs gave way and he almost slipped off the desk.

"How...how is it possible! It only took half an hour for the defense forces in the three star regions... No, this is impossible!" Phoenix Valoren completely lost his usual demeanor, and slapped the table and shouted. .

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[Easter Egg Chapter Attachment 1: PB-950 Patrol Boat]