Chapter 3305: A miserable victory is as bad as defeat
Amalur Prime, shown enlarged on the star map, has turned into a sad slaughterhouse full of ashes, the hive has been reduced to burning and crumbling ruins, the plains are filled with huge bombing craters, and the battlefield in the void is full of They are all the wreckage of Imperial ships. According to statistical results, almost all Imperial battle-class battleships have been destroyed. The remaining ships are less than one-tenth of their original size, and the defense facilities of the galaxy have long been in disarray.
How many Necron ships were destroyed?
Seventeen ships.
Strictly speaking, this cannot even be called a tragic victory. If the Necron ships continue to fight, there will be no problem in annihilating the human fleet.
But even so, humans have lost the ability to continue fighting. The opponent only needs to wait for a while and launch a second round of offensive, and everything will fall apart.
"This is just an unspecified simulation result from a questionable machine."
Asterion fought against this desperate figure coldly.
"I'm really out of my mind just playing a boring game with you here!"
"This is not the result of the machine, but the result of your command."
"You——"
"I admit that it is actually relatively deviated from the real result. In a sense, you are right. It is more like a game, a game that is relatively close to reality. After all, in reality, you cannot use a sentence Even if you make that huge and complex fleet move like your arm, there is no way to ensure that every captain and commander The officers all obey your command, and it is impossible to know the situation of every ship. You can even see clearly where the enemy warships are and what tactics they use to attack them. If this battle really happened, you should be trapped in In a puddle of mud, there are only vague concepts and guesses about our own and the other party’s things.”
Sighing and shaking his head, Soshyan tapped the operation panel lightly and closed the tactical simulator.
".And you can't know when the enemy will be standing opposite you and how many ships there are."
"So how did you determine it?"
"I can't be sure. This is just an estimate. Maybe the warships sent by the aliens will be less than this, but it may also be more than this. Then Asterion, as an Astartes Chapter Master, When you estimate an unknown enemy, do you underestimate it or underestimate it? With World Creation joining forces, it's still very difficult to fight a small dynasty against the Necrons, and the opponent's troops are less than half of what you just faced. The dynasty that the empire encounters now is undoubtedly better than the one that Ekwaria encountered. Stronger, then doubling it seems reasonable to me, but it might be more than that.”
"Don't you also know the situation of the empire well? You also control the battleship with ease. Why do you just say that I took advantage!"
Soshiyang looked at the other party and sighed helplessly.
"Because they must know everything about Amara. Do you remember one thing I said? Before you came, I had just executed an inquisitor because he was implanted with spy equipment by aliens, but not only Not only him, but also the Sector Governor was implanted, but luckily it was removed. Do you think the aliens really stopped fighting and did nothing? In addition, I can tell you very clearly, alien control? Their fleet may be easier than this simulator. They are soulless machines with no morale and no fear. They only need to accept orders. Their equipment can understand every detail of the battlefield in detail. If the battle is presented realistically, , you may lose worse, and of course, its commander will be more arrogant and arrogant, which may not be an advantage to either of them.”
Asterion glared at Soshyan and clenched his fists.
"What if, according to you, humans are far behind this alien species?"
"Is this terrible?"
"Humanity is the finest race in the galaxy."
"Is there any conflict between the two? When humans just lit the first fire, many races were already galloping across the star sea. The Milky Way has experienced so many civilizations. Forty thousand years is very short, but ten thousand years is very long. It’s gotten so long that we seem to have forgotten what the truly outstanding qualities of human beings are.”
Asterion stared at Soshyan, as if to see something in his eyes, but in the end he just hummed.
"If their ships really have this kind of performance, this battle cannot be fought. Even if they win, they will still lose. Let me tell you, there will be no more reinforcements. All the troops around the Orps sector have been drained. The High Lords Council will not draw reinforcements from other places. At most, some war groups will spontaneously send one or two companies. If the remaining Orpsian star field cannot be saved with the existing force, then it will most likely Abandoned.”
Soshyan nodded. "I have predicted this a long time ago, so we have to repel the opponent with as few losses as possible and win more time so that Orpheus can mobilize its own power to protect itself."
"Wishful thinking, what kind of power can this borderland have, can it only rely on these mortals trembling under the alien butcher knife?"
"Didn't you just say that humans are the best race? Why are you denying the power of humans now? Orps still has half of it, its capital is still there, the largest industrial town is still there, and its population is still nearly 100 billion. All it takes is some time and assistance.”
"Soshyan, you are such a glib bastard."
"Ha, then are you willing to fight alongside me, a bastard, again?"
Asterion bent down to pick up the helmet from the ground, put it on again, and said only one sentence.
"Fight, let me see what you can do."
After saying that, he walked towards the exit, but suddenly he stopped and turned around.
"No, there is another unfair point. If this Abyss-class ship participated in the battle at that time, the outcome would be unpredictable. It's just that you can't bear to part with your treasure."
Soshyan chuckled.
"Do you really think joining the Randall will turn things around?"
"How do you know if you don't try? You can't just go to such great lengths to get a huge piece of space junk out, right?"
"So, in your judgment, the Randall is the only chance of victory?"
Asterion was silent for a moment, aware of the trap in Soshyan's words.
"You want to say that you can't fight this battle without you, right? I admit this, but are you willing to let it go?"
"Do you want to hear the truth?"
"There is no third person here."
"The truth is that I can't bear it."
"As expected."
"Asterion, every chapter hopes to be like you. No matter how we fight or suffer losses, we will be replenished as soon as possible. Soldiers, equipment, and battleships can arrive at a moment's notice. This is what the Astartes dream of. Environment, so that everyone can fight with all their strength, and there is no need to send out companies one by one, and Rand will not be used as a predator, and the predator will be used as a poisonous blade, fearless and afraid to hide Use.”
As he said that, Sosh Yang spread his hands, looking very helpless.
"But it doesn't, never."