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A cosmic battleship of the Iran Hill Empire is regressing with its own slowing propeller. Its defense energy is almost exhausted. If it continues to block other battleships, it will be penetrated by the magic defense barrier.

However, because there was no gap between the enemy's attacks, this battleship that was trying to retreat seemed extremely difficult in the process of giving up its position.

A black ray directly penetrated the heavy magic defense barrier in front of the battleship, and then the remaining energy hit the heavy steel plate defense belt, leaving dark burning marks on the armor.

The several meters thick armor was almost penetrated, and even cracks were left in some places, but the battleship still retreated tenaciously and finally gave up its position.

Another battleship that was pressing on began to use its bodies to cover its friendly forces. A magic defense barrier flashing with light appeared again, blocking the subsequent black energy rays.

Unfortunately, on the other side of the battlefield, another battleship was not so lucky. It exhausted its energy and then had no time to retreat, and several black energy penetrated the hull.

Huge scars remained on the same huge and slender hull, and shattered steel was scattered around the broken armor.

The majestic bridge is now exploding, breaking and collapsing, and with countless messy debris, it has become the debris in the universe.

The parts on the battleship, the twisted and deformed half turret, even the broken teacup and the owner's shoes... All of this is declaring the cruelty of the battlefield to everyone.

Because of the leakage of oxygen, countless energy and combustion accelerator propellants, the explosion still rushes into the sky in the universe.

But soon, this tragic explosion became silent because it exhausted everything that could burn around it.

All that was left without a life was like losing the body of the soul, floating in the universe, mixed in front of the two armies.

The explosion continued, and the collapse and damage of warships became common. Not only did one warship after another on the Iran Hill Empire were destroyed, but the guardians also suffered huge losses.

Just a single volley of the Iran Hill Empire fleet was able to sink hundreds of guardian warships, but after those warships shattered and exploded, they were immediately knocked away by subsequent warships.

It was indeed broken. No guardians cared about the wreckage of their own warships. They relied on their thick shells to smash the already broken hulls.

Then, the shells that were forcibly smashed began to evaporate gradually, and the edges seemed to have melted.

"The wreckage on the battlefield has begun to increase! It affects our vision and makes dispatching difficult." A staff officer placed the report in his hand on the map table and reminded Lawns.

Lawns nodded and looked at the contact officer on the side again, "The pressure on the flanks has not been lifted yet?"

"No! The enemy is attacking our flanks...or rather, they are attacking all contact surfaces! There is pressure everywhere, and it is impossible to tell where the enemy's main attack direction is." The liaison officer replied helplessly.

Then, he paused and continued to say, "Major General Meow has taken the risk of entering the enemy's flank formation, but the enemy is still desperately attacking our flank formation, ignoring Major General Meow's restraint."

"Are you going to crush me on the front, regardless of the price?" Lawns sneered, then looked at the holographic map again. "How is the counterattack of the Zaku troops?"

"The counterattack forces have achieved great results. We attacked a huge fleet within a kilometer-wide of the enemy and almost wiped out the opponent." The Chief of Staff immediately replied, "The results can be said to be very brilliant."

"Say it but!" Lawns guessed what the other party wanted to say without even looking at his chief of staff.

"But the opponent immediately took a new full fleet and continued to maintain the offensive posture." The Chief of Staff sighed and said, "The next round of Zagu's counterattack will take an hour before you can prepare."

"It's really awkward! Just over two hours after the war started, the enemy was forced into a corner!" Lawns stared at the map, and finally made up his mind to "rely rely on the supply space station behind, continue to fight! Let the Royal Guards continue to stand by! I insist on waiting for the other party to reveal their intentions before making moves!"

In fact, he had already felt tremendous pressure. The opponent's full-line attack with almost no intention has really caused too much trouble to the Iran Hill Empire fleet.

If you cannot judge the specific combat intentions of the enemy, you can only deal with it passively. This is something that there is no way. All Lawns can do is to wait for the Gundam troops on the flank to create some chaos for the opponent.

However, what Lawns is most worried about is another aspect if the enemy is really huge and has no fixed offensive target and no offensive focus?

In other words, the enemy has an absolute numerical advantage and is willing to attack everywhere and seek breakthroughs. This is what makes Lawns most desperate.

No matter which one is placed, the guardian troops he faces at this moment seem to be more like the latter state.

The opponent is just relying on his absolute quantity advantage and is attacking recklessly, without any offensive focus or strategic intention!

Or the strategic intention is to break through the defense line of the Ailan Hill Empire defenders on all sides and swallow up the entire Higgs region!

"I have a big appetite! But it depends on whether you have that good mouth!" Lawns snorted coldly in his heart, but his expression became more serious.

Because he knew that the other party actually had this strength, he didn't even know how long the fleet in front of him could last.

Although there are still many warships, including the Royal Guards Fleet, are also coming, Lawns is still worried about the current situation of war.

At this moment, he didn't even know how many lives and warships he had to fill in to end the battle!

And he didn't know whether even if he tried his best to annihilate these damn guardian troops, would there be more guardian troops appear!

This is a desperate cycle. Lawns cannot confirm whether the seemingly decisive battle in front of him is the final battle between the two sides, or the prelude to the guardians devour some.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the battle continued. While Lawns was looking at the holographic projection of the entire combat area, his fleet was being eaten by the enemy.

The losses are increasing, the number of casualties has been soaring, and the ground battle situation has not been counted yet, but the losses in the universe are clear at a glance.

Up to now, the battleships of the Iran Hill Empire have been sunk, and the number of damaged battleships has even approached!

This is just the beginning of the battle, and the two sides have only fought for more than an hour. Once the battle continues, the losses on Ailan Hill's side will continue to rise.

There is no way, this is an unchangeable status quo. As the battle continues, the pressure on logistics supply and maintenance will increase further, and eventually the pressure will be transferred to the front-line combat troops, causing the losses to suddenly increase several times.

On the ground, Buryson was also looking at a loss report. His troops had more than one person died in battle, which meant that a fully-built infantry regiment was completely wiped out by the enemy at this moment!

The battle continues, casualties are increasing, and even many troops have begun to send messages to them that their ammunition reserves are insufficient!

From the beginning, this battle was fierce beyond everyone's imagination! Everyone seemed so small in this huge battle.

"Record the names of each dead soldier, and cloned soldiers are no exception." Burrison handed the report in his hand to his adjutant, and then told seriously, "If there are still people who can go back alive, then bring these records back! You must take them back!"

"Yes! Sir!" The adjutant solemnly took the paper full of names, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

In fact, the battle has reached this level and the role of command is no longer important. Because the enemy's offense has almost no focus, it is actually no longer necessary to analyze the battlefield situation.

The current command centers and command centers at all levels are only responsible for dispatching tasks, which is to allocate supplementary troops and ammunition and medicine resources, and then send them to the frontline troops as much as possible.

Such a job can be done by logistics officers at ordinary times, and there is no need for a commander like Burison to personally inquire about it.

At the forefront of Burison's troops, the Iran Hill grenadier was pouring out all the weapons in his hands to the enemy in front of him.

For a moment, the entire position was in front of the fire, but the dense enemy troops rushed out of the flames and launched repeated attacks on the positions stationed by the soldiers of the Iran Hill Empire.

It’s not that the firepower coverage of the Iran Hill Empire was not fierce enough, and at the beginning, everyone was still wondering whether something would survive such a terrible firepower coverage.

However, as the battle continued, everyone already knew that the number of enemies was so large that they could move forward steadily from the almost airtight firepower of the Iran Hill Empire!

Just as everyone was struggling to survive on this tragic battlefield, a mushroom cloud rising from the sky slowly evaporated from far to near.

The air waves blew away the clouds, causing the surrounding clouds to squeeze and stack, and finally formed a huge ring that accumulated on the periphery of the mushroom cloud.

On the ground, accompanied by the airflow like a knife, there are countless broken debris as fast as bullets as sharp as steel needles.

Everything nearby was swept away, including the sweeper troops who were already marching, leaving nothing behind.

Those sweepers who looked extremely powerful had already been evaporated in the hot air stream and nothing could be left behind.

As expected, the nuclear counterattack of the Iran Hill Empire began, and nuclear bombs one after another, like they don't have money, hit the guards' control area.

Under such dense nuclear bomb attacks, it seemed that the entire planet was trembling under the blooming mushroom clouds.

The scene in front of me is not an exaggeration even if it is described as the end of the world. Behind countless sweeper troops, the huge black smoke that was tumbling upward almost covered half of the sky.

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In the battleship of the flagship Cerris, in a cabin responsible for archiving documents, an officer looked at the documents being sorted out by two female clone officials with curiosity.

He reached out and picked up a stack, and before he could look down at the content, he asked, "What is this?"

A female clone official who was sorting and archiving documents and keeping records said, "This is a sunken warship, a telegram sent by the captain."

The officer was stunned, then suddenly lowered his head, looked at the stack of telegrams in his hand, and said in surprise, "All these?"

"Yes, these are all." The clone lady nodded and said, "I just sent it..."

Hearing the female clone official say this, the officer looked down at the paper in his hand in a panic.

He suddenly felt that these things were a little hot, but he didn't dare to let go. This feeling was very bad, and something seemed to be burning in his chest.

Some of the telegram papers can still be seen with obvious wrinkles, which seem to be caused by the person who read these telegrams, who subconsciously pinched the paper.

And on these telegrams, there are simple but extremely heavy sentences line by line.

"All officers and soldiers of the Lily Flower battleship vow to live and die with the battleship! Captain Hawke."

"For Ailan Hill! Our ship will fight to the last moment! Russell, the captain of the battleship of the Baistin."

"The battleship Dolinis has been lost to control. Goodbye Iran Hill! Goodbye! Captain Howard."

The last words were written on each piece of paper.

These last words representing a vivid life blocked the officer's chest and made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

It was not until the last telegram that he realized that his eyes were blurred and his face was filled with tears.

In a very embarrassing manner, he reached out to wipe his face with the cuffs of his military uniform, ignoring the military uniform that he had been carefully ironing and cleaning.

No one laughed at his miserable appearance because the little girls who sent them also cried, their tears were so pitiful.

The communication soldier who received these telegrams also cried, and the good man cried like a tearful person. However, the commander of the communication soldier standing behind him did not blame him.

In this era, tears are not valuable. But they are still the most direct and authentic things for people to express their feelings.

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