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Wu Tian stopped the fighter plane and looked ahead.

Just as millions of bright pink roses bloomed in an instant, almost at the same time, the rebel fleet that had left the contact with the united army began to FOLD. For a moment, pink halos appeared densely. After the battleship entered the FOLD space, the scattered pink ions gave people a magical beauty.

However, the corpses, wrecks, and fragments shining under the pink light curtain destroyed this gorgeous beauty, but it added a cruel beauty.

Not afraid of death does not mean seeking death. After seeing the brigade evacuation, the remaining rebel fighter jets scattered in various parts of the battlefield and the warships that had lost the FOLD function began to surrender, and no one tried to hide. In this desolate universe, there was no food, no water, only despair. If you were lost inside, then pulling out your gun and firing at your head was the best choice.

The already sparse artillery fire suddenly stopped. The mid-scale battle that lasted for more than three hours, greedily took away thousands of young lives was over, and the rest were nothing more than guys who cleaned the battlefield and searched and rescued the wounded.

Like all pilots, Wu Tian suddenly collapsed on the seat, letting one or two drops of sweat pass across his face, smiling bitterly, thanking the gods he didn't believe in, thanking the latter for allowing himself to survive, still having the opportunity to taste the wonderful food, and still flying freely on the sea of ​​stars.

"Return." He took a few more breaths. After the subsequent warning troops took over, Wu Tian issued a return order. By chance, he turned his head and said that at some point, the new landline that had just entered service had already been opened several holes in the wings. After the shells penetrated directly, the raised metal left behind seemed so ridiculous...

Shaking his head, the flame of the fighter's tail suddenly increased, and the black VF had already gone far away. In Dior's eyes behind, there was just a blue dot in front of him.

He hummed, rushed to the first place of the fleet and became a new arrow, took over the command of the formation, and the fleet returned at the cruise speed.

"Let's relax your guard." In the bridge of Xue Zuo, watching Wu Tian leave alone, Major Daiken also murmured to himself in his slightly hoarse voice, but his light blue eyes were full of excitement. As a soldier, after a series of life and death battles, he was lucky enough to die, so the medals and military ranks flew towards him.

After the VAJRA War and this rebel battle, and the upcoming support fleet, it is very likely that he will be promoted to a young colonel of the United Army in his 20s. Of course, the new United Army, which has a huge army, is only a news, not a noticeable miracle. With Wu Tian's promotion, as the deputy commander of the army, he himself has risen, and the rank of lieutenant colonel is getting closer and closer...

Thinking of it, I couldn't help but smile, and glanced at the surprised expression of the adjutant beside me, but it immediately changed into a cold poker face.

"After receiving the VF, we will return immediately! The entire ship will adjust the route and move forward one-quarter speed." Major Dyken began to convey the return order. At this time, he felt a little tired and ordered the adjutant next to him to pour in a cup of instant coffee.

"Yes, turn to 180, move forward slightly!" The helmman with a black mustache and brown hair responded and began to turn the control panel to the left. The posture adjuster covered with the hull began to eject, and the main engine began to accelerate. The warship more than 200 meters long slowly turned around its slender body like a bulky whale.

The friendly warships on the side turned in small teams, leaving behind the alert troops, all headed towards the main ship. Many seriously damaged warships were slumped there like dead fish, waiting for the towed ship to arrive. However, looking at the big holes in the ship, the twisted main gun, and the power system that had no response, maybe the repair value would be too high when towed back.

The united army on the victorious side also suffered heavy losses. The soldiers slowly gathered together with sadness, luck, excitement, or hatred, and began to lick their wounds silently. However, those former comrades can only be buried among these stars. However, as a fighter pilot, this kind of death is also full of honor. Accompanying the brilliant stars and seas, the heroic spirits will float forever...

"It's over, prepare to count the losses." President Glass leaned on the chair tiredly, but the medicine and water handed over by the bodyguard and swallowed it in one go. The recent major incidents made this capable old man increasingly unable to do so.

"I understand, this report will be placed on your desk at the latest on Tuesday night." Mishima Leo's tone was still as calm as usual, as if the battle had nothing to do with him, but his work attitude was impeccable. As he said, Mishima turned his head and nodded to the handsome adjutant standing by, with light blue hair, brown eyes, and exquisite boat-shaped military cap, who immediately went out to work.

"It's great, but if there are more battles of this scale, the entire FRONTIER may not be able to hold on." Glass patted Mishima's shoulder, looked at the battle data on the huge screen, and said with emotion. However, at the last sentence, the body of the brigadier general sitting in front of him trembled slightly, and a humiliation of frustration hit his heart. Of course, he also knew that if there was no prior warning from the GALAXY independent troops this time, the main ship might have fallen.

"So..." President Glas pondered, "I decided to convene a joint parliamentary meeting and, when I think it is necessary, submit a request for military aid to the Central United Government.

"But you, your Excellency, are in exchange for the political independence of the fleet."

"Of course I know." The president waved his hand, looking quite lonely. He knew that he had offended the contributors of the ship in this way. His political life, no, or the real life was over. However, he became firm, "This is responsible for the lives of millions of people in the ship, and we politicians have to make the most favorable decision!" Decisively, Grass had already made a decision. Now, it only needs a fuse. Even if it is a small-scale attack, then the selfless president will issue an order for help without hesitation. This right was given.

A trace of arc appeared on Mishima Leo's face, but he still smiled and said, "Then everything is as you wish, sir." Then he watched the president slowly walk out of the command room under escort.

"The plan, I have to be advanced." At the same time, the cold words were already vented.
Chapter completed!