Chapter 81 The Farthest Distance
“Well, just one sentence: We will fight to the end.”
The Marquis of Ascania, sitting on the captain’s seat of the Dawn Sword, led With a strange expression on his face, he turned to look at Raphael beside him.
“That’s it? Nothing else?”
“Yes, Lord Marquis, this is the only sentence that the federal remnants sent through the public channel.”
After hearing Raphael's answer, Marquis Ascania took a breath and leaned back on the captain's chair.
"'We will fight to the end', this sentence is easy to understand. It not only lets the Federation fleet know that there are resistance forces on the ground, but also conveys to us their determination not to give up resistance easily."
The Marquis looked at the slowly rotating virtual planet image in the center of the bridge and said:
"Although the relationship is hostile, I have to admit that the fighting spirit of these federal soldiers is It is indeed worthy of admiration, but the previous one is 'well, just one sentence'. Raphael, what do you think?"
Facing the Marquis' question, Raphael's colonel's expression also became a little strange.
"Is there a possibility that when they sent the letter, they made a mistake because the situation was too urgent? After all, according to the report of the ground forces, they almost stopped the federal team that attacked the communication station."
"If it's an emergency, wouldn't it be as brief as possible? Why do you still have time to add modal particles in front?"
"Ah this."
Although Raphael initially thought that the person who sent the message might have slipped, but after hearing what Marquis Ascania said, he couldn't help but start thinking about other possibilities.
“Forget it, we may never come up with our own guesses. Let the intelligence department analyze whether there is any hidden content in this information.”
"Yes, Lord Marquis."
"Well, just one sentence: we will fight to the end."
In the battle conference room of the Equality, Commodore Duwell looked at this message on the screen , a little excited, but also a little doubtful.
Now they do know that the friendly forces on the ground are still resisting, and they are still determined to continue fighting. This makes Duwell and other commanders of the task force also feel that the battle of the fleet is now It seems to make sense.
The strange format of this line of information always makes Brigadier General Duwell feel that it may not be as simple as it seems.
"Do you have any ideas?"
The brigadier general raised his head and looked at the other people in the war conference room.
"Perhaps. What information are they sending to us? The hidden information is hidden in it, so that it can also be transmitted on the public frequency band, so that the empire ignores its meaning?"
"Yes Could it be that they made a typo when they sent the letter?”
“Impossible, absolutely impossible!” A participant waved his hand and continued:
"The words and symbols in this message may have a certain meaning. I suggest that the intelligence department start from the perspective of cryptography. Maybe we can find the real meaning behind it."
"Lilith, you are artificially retarded. "
In the speeding communication relay car, Amber complained in her head angrily.
He will now be heading to the next waypoint with his motorized infantry platoon.
If Bruce, whom he met at the brigade headquarters, hadn't reminded him, Amber wouldn't even know that she had sent such an abstract message.
"You only need to send the last sentence. Why did you add the previous words of mine? Don't you, a majestic AI, even have this ability to distinguish?"
"Because people asked the Master what information he wanted to send. Is this what the Master said? Lilith is just faithfully executing every instruction of yours, Master~~~"
Lilith's voice sounded in her mind, and the last sound of the Master sounded. It was drawn out very long and sounded very unbeatable to Amber's ears.
"If you were in the real world, your ass would be smashed by me right now." "Master, you can come to the virtual world, and then you can do whatever you want to others. -Oh~”
"6, you wait."
In the following days, Amber led the motorized infantry platoon and marched continuously according to the path of the combat plan.
During this period, Major Randall, Tom, and Isabel were almost fully recovered.
At the beginning, Amber even planned to send Randall and Tom to the field hospital at the brigade headquarters. After all, there were professional field medical vehicles there, and the conditions in all aspects were better than staying here. better.
As a result, when Amber sent the two people’s information and injuries, they were rejected by the field hospital.
The reason for rejection is also very simple: the injury is too minor and can recover on its own.
Soon, more than ten days of this stop-and-go long-distance maneuvering passed.
During these days, Amber even led the team to an energy site and replenished fuel, battery packs, food, medicine and drinking water.
The impact of the space elevator being locked on the imperial forces has also been slowly exposed in these days.
The biggest problem is that their logistics can't keep up.
Originally, it could be supported by airdrop warehouses and aerial transport aircraft, but since the federal task force appeared, they would come to harass them every now and then.
The airdrop operations, which had caused the Imperial troops to shrink significantly due to the scarcity of windows, only made matters worse.
Although the troops do not have a big shortage of food and drinking water, after all, if they are really short, they can 'borrow' some from the locals.
But the supply of fuel, battery packs and ammunition can only rely on the fleet to find a way.
The imperial troops did try to find the federal energy supply points, but the problem was that these supply points had either been wiped out long ago, or they were strictly guarded and could only be captured violently.
In this case, the most intuitive feeling for Amber was that the pursuit speed of the imperial troops was getting slower and slower.
And some of the imperial troops encountered during the march had less and less desire to actively intercept them
At the same time, the federal central system, the capital Telvina, finally Urgent military information from the border area was received.
When this urgent military message was delivered to the Federal Navy Marshal, Trafalgar, the 68-year-old Marshal immediately set off from the Naval Command and headed to the Federal President as quickly as possible Mansion.
His idea is very simple, that is to immediately mobilize the main fleet to the border system to recruit more troops.
However, according to federal law, the federal main fleet must be personally ordered by the president before it can be put into combat.
Otherwise, even Admiral Trafalgar would not have the right to transfer.
This is also the reason why he rushed to the Presidential Palace as soon as possible.
However, when Marshal Trafalgar and the Secretary of Defense, who had also received the news, came to the Presidential Palace and explained that there was an urgent military situation and that they needed to meet and discuss with the President immediately, they were stopped by the President’s Office. The person in charge took him to the lounge.
"The President is meeting with important visitors in the reception room, please wait here for a moment."
The person in charge's words directly made Marshal Trafalgar laugh angrily.
"Wait a moment?! This is an urgent military message from the border system that spans the entire territory of the Federation. You want me to wait here for a moment?!"
Looking at the general office The person in charge turned away unmoved, and the old marshal fell weakly on the chair in the reception room.
“The distance of more than a dozen galaxies failed to hinder the transmission of this urgent military information, but at the last moment it was blocked by a wooden door in the reception room.”
“This way "Federation"
(End of this chapter)