Chapter 759 Choice of Road

"What is right?"

"That is the righteous words of the victor."

"Today, we will write the right."

One after another, warships with crimson ridges entered the Hemu Star Region, the core of the western star region, a place of sadness, glory, and fateful decisive battle.

Nearly 100,000 warships were arranged in an endless magnificent row in the deep space, spanning tens of thousands of miles. The ridges of the warships were neatly arranged like sharp spearheads, pointing straight ahead, and advancing slowly.

The wakes of thousands of high-temperature particles left long tracks in the sea of ​​stars, which was magnificent.

In the wars of the old era, five thousand cavalrymen marched continuously, while in the interstellar era, only one main fleet had hundreds of millions of combatants directly entering the battlefield. They burned the world and smashed the sun. Wherever they went, the frontiers of civilization followed, and the old dark age was crushed step by step.

This is the Rose Federation, the pioneer of the Sixth Era, and the bulwark of human civilization that shines again.

In order to rebuild the order of the Federation, to regain the former glory, and to change this chaotic and broken world, the Fifth Fleet of the Federation arrived at the Hemu Star Region in the western star region.

Opposite was a magnificent fleet that was also on high alert. The golden battleships were facing the sun and arranged in the galaxy. They were also endless. The battleships were like silent warriors, facing the powerful enemy from afar.

They were the guards of their homes, the unyielding and tenacious warriors, and the warriors who were ready to sacrifice.

The two sides were separated by a long distance, looking at each other from afar, trying to observe each other as much as possible in this last moment, because they both had a premonition that no matter what the outcome of this battle was, they would never have such an opportunity in the future.

"This is probably the romance of a soldier, witnessing the magnificence of the other party before his death, and also appreciating the last beauty of this world before his own death."

In the bridge, the officer looked at the gradually approaching column in the distance, raised the wine glass in his hand, with a bit of obsession and determination in his eyes, and then poured the cold wine into his throat.

...

In a tense and orderly manner, the two fleets slowly approached each other, and they were arranged in the most perfect formation. Countless barriers were deployed on the fleets, forming a undulating ocean of waves, and then the blazing battleship main guns were opened, and the magnificent bombardment torrent kicked off.

With the blessing of the new "Red Lotus Weapon Mode", the Fifth Fleet's main gun bombardment achieved results in the first round. Bright and weird crimson particles were fired from the battleship's axis main guns, dissolving the enemy's shield barrier at an unimaginable speed. Although the battleship in front was not completely hit due to the interference of the cruiser's force field, the scattered "red pin particles" easily dissolved the cruiser and destroyer that were hit.

After the first shot was fired, the fighters and mechas of both sides also swarmed out from the standby state, turning into meteors in the sky and rushing towards the enemy array. Their individuals were small enough and flexible enough to make it difficult for the battleship's main guns to lock and aim, and there was no value in bombarding these units.

Outside the area where the battleships were bombarding each other, these fighters and mechas were constantly deflecting at extremely high speeds to avoid the enemy's artillery fire. From time to time, some of them were unlucky and were hit by the enemy's cruisers and destroyers, turning into fireworks blooming in the space.

However, the fighters and mechas that were hit at a long distance were a minority after all. More individuals relied on flexible movement through the airspace in the middle to start fighting with the enemy's fighters that were also attacking.

The fighters and mechas of the two sides exchanged fire fiercely in the airspace, and thousands of sparks bloomed and exploded in the air every second.

"Ding ding ding, enemy aircraft has been found, and has been locked and targeted by 39 fire radars, please evade..."

In the cockpit, Ireson was immersed in the orange buffer body, and the sound of the alarm came from the ear side of the helmet, which was disturbing. His pupils kept scanning back and forth, focusing on the enemies and friendly forces that passed by rapidly in his field of vision.

His consciousness had long been connected to the nerve system in the mecha. At this moment, it was like commanding his own body, driving the mecha to maneuver constantly, dodging various attacks while firing, shooting down and scratching enemies in sight.

Compared with fighter planes, mechas are indeed not as light and fast as them in straight-line acceleration, but other than that, mechas have almost all advantages over fighter planes. They can carry more powerful magic furnaces, stronger armor, and more powerful firepower. And because they use the neural connection mode, they can react faster in the instantaneous confrontation process, make many subtle changes in action, and change the entire result.

Mecha pilots must be at least Sequence 5 to withstand the overly powerful magic wash and infiltration. Those who cannot reach Sequence 5 or are not suitable for the nervous system can only choose fighter planes to carry out high-speed combat in space. In fact, each of the extraordinary people above Sequence 6 has their own uses, and few people will board fighter planes and waste their talent and strength.

The orange-red fire stream streaked across the surface of the mecha, leaving a half-meter deep charred gully. Ireson felt a heat in his chest. He understood that this was a sign that he was injured while driving the mecha. However, at this moment, he did not subconsciously look down like ordinary people, but pushed the mecha to deviate from the original flight trajectory, avoiding the trajectory of the ray at the critical moment, so that the scar on the mecha's chest did not expand further.

If he was a second slower, the armor in front of the mecha would be burned through, and the cockpit where he was would also be melted and evaporated, and the whole person would be roasted directly in the cockpit.

After surviving this crisis, Ireson did not have any ups and downs in his heart, because he had encountered such a situation several times in just one minute, and the various wounds on this mecha were all witnesses.

The most dangerous part of the battle is the first three minutes. In this short period of time, it often contributes nearly half of the casualties in the entire game. Countless enemies and teammates are turned into broken fireworks in this dangerous environment.

The matte white mecha had a small rose mark on the side and a line of letters below, representing the fleet and number to which it belonged

. This 'White Knight-ζ' was an improved version of the previous 'White Knight-α', with enhanced mobility and font protection, and abandoned the bulky surrounding shield. The matching weapons were also upgraded and replaced. It's you.

Ireson was concentrating on driving, avoiding all kinds of attacks, and then caught up with an enemy mecha flying not far away.

The nozzle on the back suddenly became blazing, making the mecha speed up again for a moment, avoiding the missiles attacking from the side, and the mecha quickly approached the opponent in an arcing trajectory. The magazine on the shoulder opened during flight, and various small missiles flew out in a scattered manner, disrupting the opponent's flight, and then accelerated again, pulling out the lightsaber stored in the arm armor in the process.

"Zizizizi--"

The orange flame blade carried a huge momentum and penetrated into the enemy mecha. In the vibration and flushing of high-frequency particles, it tore apart the old model of the opponent's mecha. Then Ireson mercilessly added a missile, pulled up the mecha, and flew away again.

A few seconds later, there was an explosion behind him, and the mecha that was hit just now turned into burning flames in the deep space.

Such scenes occurred everywhere. When mechas fought against mechas, the outcome was often very short. It was impossible for them to have a long-term offensive and defensive struggle like warships, and to have thick armor cushioning.

A race between life and death, this was the real situation on the front line.

Compared with the shallow foundation of the Western Star Region, the Federal Central obviously had more powerful mechas and better pilots. In this close-range fight, the ratio of casualties between the two sides was about 1:3, that is, one mecha from the Federal Central could replace three mechas from the Western Star Region.

After the most intense three minutes, a large number of mechas from the Western Star Region crashed into the starry space, and only a small number of excellent individuals survived.

In the area where the central battleships clashed, one dark gold "pyroxene dragon" battleship after another was bathed in the "red pin particles", and their armor also turned blood red, began to deform and twist, and some parts were also melting, but compared with the destroyers and cruisers that broke at the touch, their performance was always much better.

"Surprisingly, they managed to pull through." Looking at the battle results displayed on the screen, the commanders of the Fifth Fleet made their judgment.

"This should not be the technology of the Western Star Region." An experienced general said.

"Yes, according to the investigation of the intelligence department, this should be the technology supported by the Southern Star Region, and its real source should be the Eastern Star Region."

"However, the modified 'Pyroxene Dragon' class battleships are only the first few hundred, and the back are still the old 'Brass Dragon' class battleships, which are too fragile."

"As a lower-level replacement for the 'Orichalcum Dragon' class, the 'Brass Dragon' class battleship is already an old design from sixty years ago. Now is not the past." A general laughed at those old battleships.

"There is no need to fight in the first place. I really don't know where they get their confidence from."

"Back then, it was because of Blanche, but how can the little girl sitting in the Sun Palace now replicate the miracle of that year." Someone shook his head.

"Besides, even if the miracle happens again and the other side raises the Sun Crown, we also have the powerful Volcano Songstress, Her Highness Princikoko." An officer of the 'Fire Lotus-Brilliant Star' faction was confident and proud.

Unlike the "Silver Sky Snow" Orles who rushed to the battlefield that year, Pulin, as a Sunday-class singer, has already demonstrated her strength, which is the biggest confidence for the Fifth Fleet to go on the expedition.

In the star system, the battle situation gradually turned to the Fifth Fleet. Just as everyone expected, the military of the Federation Center was like a continuous volcano, which made everyone breathless and suffocated in the red torrent.

...

On the other side of the deep space, in the Titan flagship of the United Fleet in the Western Star Region.

Arosa sat on her exclusive throne, staring blankly at the death data that kept flashing on the screen, and her fingers tightly grasped the small scepter on her knees.

Originally, she thought she could face all this with strength, but when she really sat in this position and watched countless people die in front of her, her mind began to waver, and in this state, she could not replicate Blanche's miracle at all, and she could not even start the "throne system" for a short time.

Faced with such tremendous pressure, countless people placed their expectations and hopes on her. Arosa was on the verge of collapse. She even began to blame herself, saying that she should have given up her self-esteem and surrendered earlier, otherwise so many people would not have died.

Seeing her body trembling and her emotions fluctuating violently, Masha stood beside her and slowly hugged Arosa.

"It's not your fault. This is the choice of everyone in the Western Star Region, which was decided as early as 20 years ago."

With great courage, 20 years ago, the various star regions in the West followed Blanche and launched an independent rebellion, and the subsequent victory became the pride of everyone in the Western Star Region.

Then, under such circumstances, the threat notice from the Federal Central Committee alone could not make the entire Western Star Region bow its back again. Even without Arosa, the Western Star Region would not give up the dignity won by sacrifice at the negotiation table.

The people are not completely rational individuals. They have their own emotions and cultural traditions. This is a vague consensus established by everyone. Even if someone sees the shortcomings, they can only guide them slowly, like training a strong elephant.

Since Blanche had instilled the people of the Western Star Region with the color of tenacity and perseverance with that miraculous victory, they would continue to move forward with this quality until the environment evolved and someone crushed this pride in a more powerful way, otherwise the independence tendency of the Western Star Region would not change.

On the battlefield, one warship after another of the Western Star Region was destroyed in the torrent of red particles, turning into scattered broken fireworks. The array of the Fifth Fleet was like a sword that gradually advanced, and its sharp shape seemed to pierce the sun.

On the other side, the joint fleet of the Western Star Region was on the verge of collapse. The scattered warships could not support each other and form a common defense field. At this time, they could only fight and retreat, shrinking step by step towards the star behind them.

Their speed was far less than that of the Fifth Fleet equipped with the "Red Angel" class battleships. The only thing to be thankful for was that the Fifth Fleet did not eagerly pursue them, as if to show their confidence in this way. They wanted to smash the pride of the Western Star Region in an upright and irrefutable way, so that it would once again be under the rule and management of the central government of the Federation.

Facing the still magnificent battleship array on the screen, many officers of the fleet in the western star region began to despair.

In terms of round maneuvers, they could not outrun their opponents, and in terms of firepower and protection, they were no match for the Fifth Fleet.

"Do you want to surrender?" someone asked silently.

If we continue to fight, it will be a meaningless sacrifice.

Sacrifice is not terrible, but the terrible thing is the valuelessness of death.

Pessimism spread in the fleet.

...

If you know from the beginning that the final result is sadness, will anyone still make that choice?

Seeking benefits and avoiding harm is the instinct of all people. Does this mean that those who know it is impossible but still do it without hesitation are fools in life.

They insisted on choosing the wrong path, and in the end, no one forgave them.

...

"Yes, they are willing to be fools and make decisions that are difficult for ordinary people to understand."

"Because the decision itself is their life, their will and spiritual belief. If even this is denied, then the rest of their lives will be nothing more than a walking corpse."

"There is never a so-called right, only the choice of different paths."

"Now, let us write the choice."

On the other side of the star system, brand-new warships sailed out of the superluminal state, bringing with them the breath and particles from afar. The jet tail was like thousands of silver stars going upstream, and there were emerald ridges on the bright side of the warships.

The symbol of the 'Emerald Dragon' was engraved on it, and the soaring dragon head was glaring. After these warships escaped from the superluminal voyage, they were arranged in neat and magnificent rows, approaching the intertwined battlefield step by step.

(End of this chapter)