Chapter 1759: Another car rush in short
In short, the Imperial Army in the direction of Nantianmen is indeed using the legendary "car rush tactics of the universe age".
As early as half a year ago, they had gathered a large number of engineering units at Liming Pass, which was of course preparing to rebuild a fortress; after all, when such an important Jiatong is coming, the fortress has always been is indispensable.
Also, let’s see if we can repair the joint plug again.
But it turns out that this ancient space city passed down from hundreds of millions of years ago has been integrated with the surrounding asteroid structure used for camouflage, completely turning into a planet with a diameter of more than 30 kilometers. It has a mass of more than 40,000 megatons and is an irregular, super-large lump made of various superalloy materials.
Recovery is of course impossible, not even if it takes several lifetimes.
You know, this is a super giant fortress that is enough to accommodate 20 to 30 million citizens to live comfortably inside, and to station thousands of warships and 2 to 3 million generals without looking crowded!
Even from the appearance, its overall size is more than four times that of the Empire and the Alliance's largest Sky Castle.
It is really difficult for the scientists of the empire to imagine what kind of power would compress this great creation of the Age of Enlighteners into this virtue.
So, since it cannot be restored, can we consider reusing it?
Although this solid iron lump swallowed the lives of hundreds of thousands of imperial soldiers and an elected emperor, it is a tomb of the universe and a natural monument.
However, this is also very likely to be the hardest iron lump found in the entire known universe.
Even with the technological strength of the Galactic Empire and the alchemy methods, it is impossible to produce such a large, hard, and integrated overall material.
Of course the Tirero people are also a nation that pays great attention to tradition and history, but after all, they are also pragmatists who rule half of the universe. All glorious traditions, natural treasures, and ceremonial monuments must give way to practical significance.
Marshal Farrell looked at this huge iron lump with a twisted shape, but he thought of the "Hell Puppet Master" of the Community at the end of the Demon's Throat battle. At that time, Lieutenant General Yang Xiyi was still called the "battlefield magician" by our own side.
When the coalition forces suffered a bloody defeat under the solid walls of the Devil's Throat, he devised an amazing and bizarre strategy, using the huge insect shells left by the dead Leviathan to launch an attack on the fortress. Fierce ramming combat.
The Imperial Marshal understood what he should do.
Subsequently, the engineers of the Galactic Empire spent more than ten times the time and thirty times the loss as usual, and even used occult methods to finally remove this large, twisted iron lump. On the ground, an oval-shaped part nearly 10,000 meters long was dug out. From the appearance, it looks like an incredibly powerful oversized cannonball. If it can be said to be a "charger", it must be the most powerful charger in the universe.
Then, the imperial fleet took the "space rush car" that they had spent many years of hard work to build, and pulled it all the way to Nantianmen.
Marshal Bonaparte's approach of shrinking all fleets back to the Gibraltar Fortress cannot be called a mistake from a purely tactical perspective, but can only be called a choice. However, objectively speaking, they did give up the entire depth of the New World to the Imperial Army. Naturally, they had no way of knowing that the enemy was actually dragging such a very discordant big guy with them when they were marching.
Of course, it is even more impossible for Xinyumen to give advance warning. This "cosmic rush" did not take their path at all. Of course, even if they left, they wouldn't be able to observe anything. As soon as the empire's outpost fleet arrived at New Yumen, it fired thousands of guns and destroyed almost all the gravitational wave transmitters, starry sky telescopes and deep space detectors that could be found in the New Yumen galaxy, directly destroying the planet completely. Sent back to before the interstellar age.
Of course, the ore refinery and orbital shipyard above New Yumen were completely destroyed by the time bombs arranged by the workers in advance. Finally, the most valuable loot was not left to the imperial people.
This small shipyard only existed for one year and four months, but it provided the community's military and civilians with three destroyers, six in-system security gunboats, and 82 lightning strike ships.
This is a short but glorious life.
The Imperial Army was not planning to raze Tulon to the ground, but after completing a round of deterrent bombing to ensure that there was no systematic anti-aircraft firepower in the city, the Imperial Army began to launch a landing operation, and then A fierce exchange of fire began.
Of course, this is also a way of showing respect. The real situation is that one hour after the imperial army landed, Tulong, the largest city in Xinyumen and the seat of the Governor's Mansion, was completely captured.
Two hours later, the Tulon Arsenal and the Tulon Machinery Factory were captured.
Within three hours, notices for the peace of the people in Tulong City were posted. In the live video broadcast to the entire planet, the newly appointed Governor of the New Yumen, a major general of the Imperial Army with a noble background, wore a personable smile, and joined hands with the citizen representative of Tulon, a wealthy businessman from the earth. Appeared in front of the camera.
They shook hands, hugged each other, talked and laughed, as if the history of the planet had entered a new chapter, a new chapter governed by the glorious, correct and great Galactic Empire.
The above message was sent by the Imperial Army on its own initiative. As for the current real situation of Xinyumen, the earth knows nothing.
Of course, for the overall situation of Nantianmen, whether it is the occupation of Xinyumen or the security war, it is just a small and almost negligible episode. In the great movement of the entire war, it is not even a note.
What is really worth worrying about is still the offensive focused on Nantianmen.
On May 13, 834 in the common calendar, the scout ship of the Outer Rim Fleet finally found the main force of the Imperial Army and the Vulcan Airan in the Lamp 7 system on the New World Highway. At the same time, they also discovered a strange-looking "aircraft" in the enemy fleet, and quickly sent a warning to the rear headquarters.
But by this time, it was already too late.
On May 15th, before 12 o'clock Galactic Standard Time, the main force of the imperial fleet responsible for attacking the Nantianmen had all reached Gibraltar α. The two sides began to confront each other across this huge star gate.
In terms of physical distance, they are still two million light years apart. But in terms of space concept, they are very close.
The few guard ships remaining in the α galaxy seemed to be preparing to tentatively attack this demonic "unidentified aircraft", but in the face of the enemy's absolutely superior force and firepower interception, even at least No chance could be found, so he was forced to give up his escape. Perhaps they received orders from Marshal Bonaparte and retreated behind the Star Gate.
Subsequently, experienced Imperial Army engineers spent only half an hour debugging twelve high-power sublight speed engines for transport ships on the "rush car" and installed automatic controller.
In addition, the engines have insurance controls, which are run by members of the Imperial Death Squadron.
Their task is to switch manual control after the automatic device loses control, so that the car can get back on track at the critical moment. Of course, as a result, those operators are almost dead.
However, Marshal Farrell can assure the spirit of the universe and the ancestors of the empire that he really did not force his soldiers to die. The glorious Imperial Army has never lacked those who volunteered to die generously.
There are a total of twenty people in this group of suicide squads, divided into five cockpits, and all have full control over the flight track of the "rush car". Among the personnel, half are human beings and half are alien races, all are from citizens and honorary civilian classes, and there are even three sons from hereditary nobles.
There is no slave soldier.
In the eyes of the imperial officers and soldiers, this kind of glorious death-defying mission was the so-called first mission in ancient times. No matter life or death, it will bring great honor. How can it be a group of talking animals? Can it be blended?
Marshal Farrell told everyone that no matter whether the battle is successful or not, whether they can survive, and no matter which race they are, the class attributes of the whole family of the suicide squad can climb towards the tip of the pyramid. In the hierarchical Galactic Empire, this was a price that was enough to buy a life.
As for the three sons of noble families, one of them is even the youngest son of a hereditary earl family. They have no inheritance rights, and the end of their lives is clear at a glance. Basically, they will live a life of wealth, freedom and simplicity as lifelong nobles. Most of their descendants will become citizens within two to three generations.
But now, the opportunity to open a single page of the family tree is just around the corner!
Under heavy rewards, there must be brave men. This is the policy of the lower class; as for the upper class, they will always produce these die-hards who don't look very smart for the sake of a vague sense of honor. Adding the two together, the Tirero people have achieved the feat of ruling half of the galaxy.
The Imperial Fleet quickly cleared the defensive turrets around the star gate on the Alpha side of Gibraltar, clearing the way for the impact of the "car rush". Then he increased his power and began to charge towards the star gate.
At this time, it was only 12:46. At this time, Marshal Ferdinand Bonaparte might not have time to convene a meeting with all his staff and senior officials.
An objective evaluation must be made here. The response of the Outer Rim Fleet has been considered very efficient.
Although less than an hour has passed, most of the battleships have already taken up their stances. Obviously, after receiving the notice from our own reconnaissance ship two days ago, the outer ring fleet was completely on emergency standby.
As for the security battleships that had just been withdrawn from the other side of the galaxy, as well as the arsenal ships and guard ships with fierce firepower, the security gunboats in the galaxy have already taken action. When they reached a place where they could bring the Star Gate into effective shooting distance, they stopped and opened up their formation.
Tens of thousands of various cannons were pointed at the star that seemed to be made of flowing mercury. The shells were loaded, energy was injected, and the gunners took their positions, concentrating and holding their breath.
Thanks to someone's gift, it is almost universally acknowledged that arsenal ships and guard ships will be eliminated. However, after all, the people on Earth are not wealthy enough to decommission active warships during wartime. At this time, the outer ring fleet still controls the largest arsenal fleet and guard fleet group in the entire community.
The reason for this is probably because a certain "Dragon of Dawn" hates these bulky ships that cannot run.
However, Marshal Bonaparte, as a pragmatic labor insurance man, did not dislike it at all. He decided to let these battleships be responsible for the first line of defense. Once the enemy's leading battleships sail out of the star gate, they will definitely encounter fierce concentrated fire.
The lead battle can only be a solid battleship, so that it can build a bridgehead with one's own superior firepower; and if it is a small and medium-sized battleship, it will just deliver food.
A qualified imperial general will not hesitate to put his subordinates on the altar, but he will never make useless sacrifices.
As a well-trained professional soldier, Marshal Bonaparte trusted his own judgment.
He was half right.