Chapter 1692: Earthlings never disappoint in not respecting martial ethics
So, after all, safety must come first! There is no need to elaborate on this. Yeager Soback feels that his state is quite satisfactory.
After all, he is also a colleague. After all, he is also the person he once envied and admired. After all, he is also very friendly and even respects him. Soback feels that Viscount Shameen is also a decent person who can get along with him. He still needs to put forward some uncomfortable opinions. Mature tips.
"Actually, we are not mentally prepared to capture the fortress. If we force it, it may be counterproductive." Soback added.
"However, our war preparations are already ready. Moreover, His Royal Highness King Soleyn also hopes that we can succeed in one fell swoop." Viscount Shameen said.
Since it was the will of the emperor to choose the emperor, of course Soback had nothing to say and could only smile awkwardly but politely.
However, the Star Knight let out a hearty laugh: "Hahaha, of course, this is only the expectation of King Soleyn, and it cannot even be regarded as an order. When the army fights, of course, the instructions of Marshal Ikenluojia are the top priority."
In fact, in the army on the Seder front, the newly elected emperor even ranked under the two generals Rosanaio and Misaro. If the empire continues to increase its troops, and if any veteran generals take office, they may have to move back in line.
After all, the new King of Solane, Yount IV, is a young man who has just turned twenty and lacks actual combat experience. If he could command a fleet for the first time and be able to surpass all the outstanding generals who had experienced hundreds of battles because of his bloodline and status, the Galactic Empire would have perished three thousand years ago.
"Don't worry, Yeager, perhaps His Highness Yount will be eager for military glory, but I no longer have such worldly needs."
Why do people in their twenties speak so much like an old man who is about to retire? Also, why does this tone of voice sound so familiar?
"I have suffered too many failures. Now, in the entire Astral Knights, no one knows how to escape better than me. How can I force victory? What qualifications do I have to force it?"
Therefore, Viscount Shameen, who was once regarded by most people as the star of hope of the Knights and who would eventually become the Grand Master of the Knights, now showed an optimistic and relieved smile.
Yeager Soback always felt that this smile had a sense of familiarity, which bothered him very much. He thought hard for more than three minutes. It was not until the other party had turned off the screen and led the team to set off that he realized belatedly, wasn't he the one he was talking about?
This shouldn't be influenced by me, right? Soback suddenly felt guilty. He knows that he is essentially a person who makes a mess of his life, but he doesn't think this is necessarily right.
I actually have a lot of respect for my colleagues who are diligent, hard-working, brave and fearless.
"Viscount Shameen is indeed a good man! I just hope that the spirit of the universe can bless him to win." Miss Viscount Serlu said. Her thinking is actually quite simple. Since Viscount Shameen showed such respect to his superior, he was naturally a good person.
In comparison, Captain Pagel's thoughts seemed much more complicated.
"...Your Majesty the Viscount, isn't it possible that you have taken refuge in the new King Soleyn?" he said.
You guy, don’t you have any respect for the elected emperor and the high-ranking knights of the knights? Miss Serlu's eyes suddenly became dangerous.
"You are no longer aiming for nothing, but you are clearly demonstrating your freedom." Soback also accused: "Colonel, Captain, I know you are a smart man who has read too many banned books, but if you always speak unabashedly, people will Only cleverness is left.”
"Commander, I am definitely a little smart, but I know you are a kind person, so I speak freely." Captain Pagel flattered him naturally, but still insisted on his opinion.
"I do feel this way. Just now, the Viscount suddenly mentioned King Solane, which seemed a bit deliberate. However, it is easy to understand. Not to mention Star Knights, even front-line generals do not always have to Looking for a three-head... Well, I was too nervous before the battle. I'm sorry, Your Excellency. I didn't imply anyone, really not."
Sobaekjue decided not to get to know each other. Anyway, the captain can only say a few words of praise in front of him, and he is usually very reliable. On the other hand, our own force's attack on Community Fortress No. 8 has also begun.
Compared with the gravity of planets, although the gravity of this artificial star is not eye-catching, it does exist. In addition to the first armored outer wall of Fortress No. 8, there is also a fluid metal layer, which forms a sea-like metal layer through the fortress's own gravity.
However, between the fluid shield and the outer wall of the armor, there is a vacuum world with a height of no more than 200 meters. Among all fortress battles, this is often the most intense battlefield. The same is true now.
The imperial fleet's bombardment destroyed the surrounding floating forts, and the assault landing craft smashed down with its own disintegrating collision angle. Their collision angle was like a drill bit digging into the mud, stirring up a whirlpool.
The collision angle sank deeply into the bottom of the metal layer with the vortex, and then bloomed like a bud, revealing the landing channel.
The first thing to fall on the battlefield was a well-equipped engineering regiment and three to five groups of grenadier companies. The former is responsible for chipping away at the outer wall using various means, while the latter is responsible for covering.
In addition, Fortress No. 8 is only a medium-sized fortress, but it is equipped with two high-power fortress cannons, various forts, gun mounts, and hatches for fighter planes, all densely covered on the outer wall of the fortress. There are naturally blind spots in between, and there must be passages that can be used directly.
In fact, just when the engineering regiment had just deployed a laser wall-cutting machine that looked like a drilling platform on the outer wall, the Community soldiers also arrived to attack. A hatch of a fighter plane less than 500 meters away from them opened, and what came out was not a fighter plane, but Community soldiers wearing mechas.
This may be exactly what the Panzergrenadiers planned. These elite imperial soldiers are already very experienced in attacking fortresses, and they are also very skilled in the tactics of luring snakes out of their holes.
The grenadiers who had already been prepared immediately pressed forward, and the blaster cannons in their hands began to roar first, and soon forced the row of Community soldiers in front of them to stagger back.
The Imperial soldiers immediately rushed over, brandishing swords, guns, swords and halberds. In this vacuum battlefield, the power of energy weapons is mentioned to the greatest extent, but in contrast, almost all mechas on both sides have also been mirror-finished. In comparison, electromagnetic rifles that fire steel nail bullets may have the best effect.
In other words, in any era, bullets are the most effective.
However, the Empire's marines, influenced by the traditional psychics and the Tirello military nobles, have always been very particular about the saying "Bullets are cowards, and battle axes are heroes."
The grenadiers let out a cry that could only be heard on the communication channel, and rushed towards the Community soldiers who were at a disadvantage. They were preparing to seize the fighter plane entrance and exit as quickly as possible. So, at the same moment, more than 2,000 grenadiers and stormtroopers landed.
Of course, the aura of the five-man mecha among them overcame the thousands of imperial soldiers present - there were five heraldic machines, one black and four silver.
The black one has the most low-key appearance, but everyone agrees that it has the most powerful aura. As for the other four silver ones, they were obviously a four-man combat unit. They took the lead and rushed towards the opening of the hatch. At this time, the Imperial Grenadier's counterattack really pushed back the Community defenders. Of course they can't stop, the enemy's fortress is right in front of them.
Half a platoon of Imperial Grenadiers, in a dense charging formation, poured in from the cabin entrance.
In their field of vision, the starry sky covered by the fluid metal canopy was replaced by a narrow corridor. Immediately afterwards, they also saw a row of electromagnetic rifles dancing with deadly fire. The electromagnetic rifle fired, and more than ten imperial soldiers fell down. And more Community mechas are also waiting on the other side of the passage.
For people on earth, this may also be a trap.
The so-called imaginary is real, and the real is imaginary. As the saying goes, it's all about taking advantage of the situation.
However, when the war has developed to this point, this kind of thing is actually not very important anymore. The imperial soldiers shouted and rushed towards their opponents, facing the bullets, like madmen who knew no pain or death.
They paid the price of more than ten people, but they got in front of each other, and the weapons in their hands could already reach each other. At this moment, crystallized battle axes, chain swords and impact war hammers were rising and falling one after another at the entrance of the corridor, swallowing up the blood and minced flesh behind the armor fragments.
Facts have proved that the judgment of the Imperial Marine Corps commanders was correct. Compared with the Imperial Grenadiers and Stormtroopers, the Community soldiers' hand-to-hand combat skills were obviously not refined enough, and they were forced to fight and retreat.
However, they soon realized that as they continued to penetrate deeper into the enemy's fortress, the passage they were in gradually became wider. They also went from facing enemies on one side to being attacked on three sides.
Is this really a trap?
However, what can this little trick change? The commanders of the Imperial Marines all felt that as long as they succeeded, as long as they could enter the fortress, half the victory was won.
They persisted in place for several minutes, until the gorgeous silver armor light, like a flowing spiritual light, flashed in front of everyone.
The single group of Astral Knights composed of four people came in such a mighty manner!
He waved the five-meter-high spiral impact spear at the knight at the front, waved his arm wrapped under the mecha, and threw out thousands of cold lights.
Just one person has already exuded the aura of thousands of troops.
However, the thousands of cold rays thrown out by his impact spear did not shatter the community's formation. The Earth soldiers seemed to have been prepared, and started to retreat when the Astral Knight appeared. Immediately afterwards, a considerable number of automatic robots flashed out from the gaps in the retreating crowd.
Spider-sized robots, each carrying a bomb, looked like facehuggers, baring their teeth and lunging towards their nearest enemy target.
In an instant, the junction between the two armies, plus the Astral Knights, were completely covered by dazzling light waves.
Fortunately, the explosion was not very powerful, and the damage to ordinary mechas was limited, let alone the heraldry machine.
Unfortunately, in addition to a mediocre shock wave, the vortex of the explosion also produced strong light and electromagnetic interference. The Imperial soldiers' mecha vision was deprived of them for a short time. Although the astral knights in the heraldry machine can still identify the location of the enemy with their senses, their spiritual sense also tells them that a more powerful danger is approaching.
"This is a trap!" A certain astral knight in the group of four shouted loudly on the channel.
We already knew that. The officers of the Marine Corps thought so, but after all, it was the knight's speech, so he couldn't just complain on the channel.
In short, both the knight and the ordinary officers chose to be conservative at this moment. They also took a few steps back, waiting for the arrival of the commander and their strongest men.
Soon, Viscount Shameen, dressed in black armor, appeared on the battlefield like the star of the finale in the spotlight of everyone. He also saw the aura of the Earthling's heraldry machine.
"You are indeed no match for him, and the choice to refuse is the right one." He said to his subordinates.
Although the officer was most likely telling the truth, the Astral Knights were still a little hurt. Although they are all second- and third-level "basic" psykers, they are 4 vs. 1 after all, and they also have more advanced heraldic machines and four-image tactics.
Perhaps, we can help you get through the battle, and we can also help you at critical moments. A knight who was not an established noble was just about to make a similar suggestion without any martial ethics when he suddenly saw a flash of inspiration in the Community military formation on the opposite side. It was clear that there were psychics hiding behind ordinary soldiers, waiting for an opportunity to make a sneak attack.
What the hell, these are all people who have no martial ethics!
Of course, Viscount Shameen didn't bother to pay attention to the mentality of his subordinates at this time. He looked at the Community psychic mecha opposite, as if he wanted to see his opponent's eyes through the completely closed helmet visor.
He pondered for a moment, and his eyes swept over the two three-meter swords already held in the opponent's hands.
Immediately afterwards, the same voice sounded in his headset, but it was a report from the Knights' Attendants who were still on the aircraft carrier - of course, they were called Knights' Attendants, but they were actually the auxiliary team specially equipped by the Astral Knights. They were doing things like preparation, maintenance, service, and intelligence support. They should be called a logistics team or something like that.
The reason why it is called "Knight Squire" is naturally to sound nice.
"The markings on the heraldic machine cannot be clearly seen, but the red and black paint has the three-pronged sword emblem... Your Excellency, this is Brigadier General Bai Ziqi! His ability should be at the peak of the fourth ring or between the fifth ring."
"...the third generation of the spiritual seminar."
"Yes, codename Tai'a! Current intelligence shows that he is also the strongest among the third generation of the Spirit Research Society."
"So, is he that person's descendant?"
The attendants behind the headsets were silent for a while. Of course they knew who "that person" their boss was talking about was, but because they knew, they couldn't answer.
The man who must not even be named is already a saint, and he can still chat and laugh with the emperor about the evil star, the most dangerous enemy of the Galactic Empire in this century. His position and status are completely unequal to yours, and he has even completely forgotten about you. It was even said that even Yeager Soback on the Royal Rabbit had a higher status in that person's mind. Now you really have no right to miss him. Although the attendants thought so, they certainly couldn't say it out loud.
But at this time, Viscount Shameen, who was full of Tirello's aristocratic warrior model, had already nodded to the other party. He even directly opened the communication request, probably preparing to say a few words of martial virtue such as "I have achieved glory with my bloody body" and "Knight of the Empire, I ask you for a perfect battle."
However, the community's psyker completely ignored his opponent's elegance and directly crossed the two swords and pounced on him.