In the dark space, 350 billion kilometers away, large and small projectiles, mixed with fragile tempered glass tubes, are swarming forward densely.
Their speed is basically about 0.7 times the speed of light, about 260,000 kilometers per second. At this speed, it only takes 357 hours of flight to reach the target of 350 billion kilometers.
However, it will take about a year for the decelerating spacecraft to enter and dare to enter the gravitational circle and truly start the war. In fact, the war has already started at this moment, by accident or intention; and it is a disgraceful sneak attack. In other words, while the world of Divine Grace was preparing to fight a year later, humans launched an attack a year in advance.
As the war approaches (this is what the beings in the Divine Grace World think), a group of powerful war-fighting officials, represented by His Highness the Nine Saint Sons, stand at the forefront of the Divine Grace World. In space, powerful opto-magnetic cannons that are thousands of meters long are already standing there; the world of Divine Grace is ready to use its powerful weapons to tell the enemy that we are not soft persimmons!
One day, two days...
Time passed quietly. 357 hours, but there are about 15 24 hours. The projectile needs to fly in the world of divine grace for less than half a year.
The detectors arranged on the periphery of the Shen'en Galaxy, about 70 billion kilometers away from the star, have begun to focus on the "little black spot-spacecraft" that is "slowly" approaching. The world of Divine Grace has a very in-depth study of light, so they have also already mastered some basic rules of light, such as the constant speed of light. Depending on the time and so on. They could easily calculate the Warship's speed and approximate time of arrival.
However, this time can only be used as a reference. As a world with constant wars, the Sunlight people of the Divine Grace World also know the role of "wisdom" in war: machines can only be dead, and only the most intelligent beings can , so that the cold machine can exert its maximum power!
"Dong dong dong..." Dragging his exhausted body, His Highness the Ninth Saint Son stood at the front line: Speech is the best action to inspire people's enthusiasm and mobilize people's pride; there is no other action, because it can directly and trigger A strong roar.
"Your Highness, please be careful." Hydra's secretary followed behind him cautiously. Today's Nine Saint Sons are one of the most vocal leaders of the Sunlight Clan. Known as the bishop who has mastered the power of divine punishment, he is considered the great leader with the best hope of defeating the invaders. In the world of war, the reputation of the Nine Holy Sons even exceeds that of the current Pope.
In times of danger, any intelligent race will have a thought in its heart that is waiting for other heroes to appear and save itself; therefore. Whether it is China or the United States. All like and worship heroes; the same. Here, His Highness the Ninth Holy Son, now the Ninth Bishop of the Divine Court, is such a character! One in the means of war. A hawkish representative known for his positivity and toughness! "Let go." The Ninth Saint Son said majestically to Hydera who was supporting him to walk. Then he walked to the holy platform step by step but firmly with his crutches, facing the dark Sunlight tribe below.
"People, I am old. But I can still stand alone! My will and my heart will never grow old!
I believe that the ancient Sunlight civilization can also go further and blaze a glorious path in the fiercely competitive universe.
Once upon a time, we had a long history of millions of years, and we fought bloody battles with the Dusk Clan for hundreds of thousands of years! We succeeded. Our history is so glorious, our will is so strong, and our army is so majestic! After thousands of years of technological development, we are stronger than ever!
Therefore, I believe that nothing can defeat us and the great Sunlight civilization. ”
"Invincible in all battles! Invincible in all battles!" Below, millions of Riguang people are so powerful and ambitious that they make a few white clouds drift away in the sky.
The Nine Saint Sons did not end his speech: "I have the confidence to overcome, not only because we have a glorious history. After all, history can only be the past, but what we have to face is the future.
Ahem..." As he said that, the Ninth Saint Son suddenly stooped down.
Hydra was worried and wanted to step forward to help her up, but was knocked away by the Ninth Saint Son's cane.
Slowly, the Ninth Saint Son stood up firmly, but some liquid with a faint silvery luster had already oozed from the corner of his mouth. This was the blood of the Sunlight Tribe! "Brave Sunguang people, the most difficult moment has arrived. However, we don't have to be afraid, we have too many advantages. Now, please listen to me list them one by one!"
As if returning to the light, the Nine Saint Sons' spirit suddenly became abnormally energetic, and their voices became too loud. At this time, Hydera behind him looked depressed. As the secretary of the Nine Saint Sons, Hydra is actually the nephew of His Highness the Nine Saint Sons! Relationships are not just human beings, but they are more trustworthy, because everyone's interests are unified and it is basically difficult to be bribed - except of course for the idiots.
"Our advantages are: first, if the enemy comes from afar, they must be tired, anxious, eager to win, and severely lacking in resources and energy! Of course, we do not understand the enemy's technical situation at all, and we admit this. But we I believe that with the same technology, the enemy cannot be too different; based on the technological speculation of the Sunlight tribe, this result will not be too biased; and we have successfully intercepted the opponent's detectors as early as 800 years ago. I don't know anything about this enemy's technology.
Second, derived from the first article, we have plenty of resources and energy, and plenty of people, not to mention waiting for work.
Third, the number of our combat troops and combat machines can be replenished at any time, and the enemy will lose one if he dies!
Fourth, when fighting in foreign lands, I believe that the natural environment of the world of divine grace will be on our side. Just like when we go fishing in the sea, it is difficult for us to defeat slightly stronger marine life in the water. Even though these marine life forms are not actually powerful - environmental reasons make it difficult for us to defeat these marine life forms with our bare hands.
Then similarly, here, we will be able to fully exert our combat effectiveness, while the enemy may not be able to exert half of its strength. ”
"His Royal Highness the Nine Holy Sons. Holy Son! Wise Man! Holy Son! Wise Man..." The people cheered, and the worries that were originally there were swept away. The people of the Sunlight Clan were full of passion; even the Dusk Clan, which had already integrated into the Sunlight Clan, I was also excited. Nowadays, there is both prosperity and loss, and the invaders will not let the Dusk Clan off because of the antagonistic relationship between the Sunlight Clan and the Dusk Clan. Even a fool understands this.
"So!" Ninth Saint Son's voice became even louder, "We believe and firmly believe that victory must belong to us. But there is a premise. That is. Don't be afraid of death or war! Let us use our flesh and blood and technology With the power of God, create a beautiful world of divine grace!
God bless the continent! "It's just that at this time, very few people noticed that the voice of the Ninth Saint Son was a little low; this lowness was not due to physical reasons. It was because of a lack of confidence, as if he was telling lies... However, even if people found out After all, he almost fell down before.
"God bless the mainland!" the people cheered, one after another.
His Highness the Nine Saint Sons raised his hands high and remained motionless...
The breeze undulated, blowing His Highness the Ninth Saint Son's clothes, but His Highness the Ninth Saint Son remained motionless!
"Your Highness!" The person in front began to call softly.
However, His Highness the Nine Saint Sons still did not respond.
Gradually, the calls became louder and louder, but His Royal Highness the Holy Son remained motionless.
His Highness the Ninth Saint Son has gone! For a moment, the people of the Sunguang people could not believe that their great wise man, His Highness the Nine Holy Sons, who was the greatest wise man of the Sunguang people in the past thousand years and had led the Sunguang people to prosperity, was gone like this!
However, what makes people feel inexplicably sad is that it is no secret that His Highness the Ninth Saint Son suffers from osteoporosis and visceral failure. However, at the last moment, His Highness the Nine Saint Sons, he was standing and passed away!
A kind of strength gained from grief and anger is brewing among the people. Even though His Highness the Nine Saint Sons has left, he has brought a vigorous and progressive spirit of struggle to this once pessimistic world. Even if you die, you must still stand!
Hydra did not feel sad, but with sacred admiration, gently picked up His Highness the Nine Saint Sons, kept his standing posture, and slowly retreated to the background. Afterwards, Shen'en Continent held a funeral for Pan Continent. During the funeral, according to the suicide note of His Royal Highness the Nine Saint Sons - God knows whether it is true or false, anyway, the Divine Court announced that it was there, that means it was - in the center of the Shenting Square, a A monument was built, with the remains of the Ninth Saint Son placed on top of the monument, and a statue made of steel, with the unyielding body of the Ninth Saint Son hidden in the middle.
In this way, when the battle was about to begin, the Ninth Saint Son used his own body to erect an inscription of victory; the inscription was engraved with His Highness the Ninth Saint Son's last words, God bless the continent!
Sometimes, wisdom is interlinked. On earth, we know that the enemy must win. But here, in this world 20 light years away, His Highness the Nine Saint Sons used his own life to create such a world. environment.
Those who signed up to join the army lined up outside the Holy City, stretching for dozens of kilometers, and there were millions of people. As for the private power of various companies and enterprises, etc., they did not dare to hide their private interests at this juncture, and they all gave their all. Although no intelligent life is willing to sacrifice profits, but compared to the life and death of a race, these are not worth worrying about - what is the most regrettable thing in life? He died without spending all the money! What, you said you have to pay cemetery tax after death...ahem...this is an example...
However, no one saw the faint worry in the Ninth Saint Son's last eyes. In a war, a good commander and a good strategic idea are enough to allow the two sides to spread the war power even though the difference in technological strength is not big. However, the Ninth Saint Son, who was at the end of his life, had neither time nor the ability to say these unambitious words. Moreover, His Highness the Ninth Saint Son did not mean what he said at the end.
War can never be changed in one or two sentences. The kind of words that can decide the outcome or defeat thousands of miles away are more like the words of a novelist. In fact, the victory of any battle is a comprehensive project involving a series of variables such as ambition, armed forces, number of combatants, national economy, material reserves, energy and technology, etc. And an excellent think tank and an excellent commander are even more essential.
Especially with the development of science and technology, as the proportion of scientific and technological power is getting larger and larger, the proportion of individual intelligent life's own power is getting smaller and smaller; it is more of a confrontation of wisdom, which will inevitably lead to a It is difficult for one person to lead a comprehensive war; a think tank is needed to plan the entire battle. Especially technological battles involve all aspects of equipment operation, technical guidance, and machine manipulation...
But again, a good commander can increase the war potential a lot out of thin air. For example, right now, Mo Wentian has very decisively and boldly adopted the current strategy: launching artillery shells from 350 billion kilometers away! This is a bold idea, and something that no soldier dares to think about. However, this is what people did; and they did more than one thing, using the reaction force of the powerful rail gun to reduce the speed of the spacecraft.
Then, cold viruses were introduced even more ruthlessly.
Perhaps, what awaits the Sunlight Clan is not the bloody battle they imagined, but an unstoppable disaster!
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