Chapter 758: Using the Body as Paint
In June, the grand fleet set sail in the central star field. One after another, the Red Angel class battleships, like a group of fiery red meteors, rushed to the distant sky.
In the star port, many celebrities and senior officials of the Federation Central stood together in the tall and empty hall, watching the magnificent Fifth Fleet set out.
The rebuilt Fifth Fleet currently has about 1,200 "Red Angel" class battleships, 6,000 "Curtain" class cruisers, "Harmony" class cruisers, 10,000 "Morning Star" class aircraft carriers, and 64,000 destroyers of various types.
After the tragic defeat more than ten years ago, the Fifth Fleet was almost abandoned and the Sixth Fleet was half-crippled. In the following years, the Federation Central has been replenishing warships. Now the Fifth Fleet is all equipped with new warships, and the few remaining warships have been incorporated into the Sixth Fleet.
As if to wash away the shame, the officers of the Fifth Fleet vowed to rebuild the glory and reputation of the fleet, which gave them high morale when they set out.
"It's so beautiful..."
Standing under the huge transparent curtain wall, hundreds of thousands of people gathered like tiny black dots, looking at the fleet setting out in the deep space outside.
For the empty and dark deep space, this fleet is like a brilliant red, bringing a very impactful vitality to the entire empty background. If it is transformed into an oil painting, the red on it must be the most fascinating and bright color in the whole painting, painted layer by layer.
In the interstellar age, due to the development of technology and the abundance of information, all kinds of exquisite and strange things emerge in an endless stream, and people have long been accustomed to and tired of them. But when they are in this vast universe, the mundane anxiety and restlessness are instantly swallowed up by the endless loneliness and darkness of the universe.
At this time, when you gaze at the magnificent figure of the battleship about ten kilometers long, you will have a great sense of security flowing back into your heart and filling it up.
The Federation needs a strong fleet to maintain stability. People sang excitedly as the warships sailed through the starry sea. It was like a concerto echoing in the empty universe, so moving and beautiful.
On this day, the officials of the Rose Federation broadcast the image of the expedition to the entire starry sea. The heroic posture of thousands of red meteors rushing to the distance also once again increased the unity of the entire civilization. All humans once again had a common memory and remembrance.
The Fifth Fleet, inside the Titan flagship.
Pulin, wearing a fiery red military dress, stood on the high platform of the bridge, with a straight posture, like the eye-catching glow on the top of a volcano, firmly attracting everyone's attention.
This day finally came, she swept her eyes across the audience, silently thinking in her heart.
Although both came from the Four-Leaf Crystal Star Region, she and Tilan had completely different ideas. She would not entangle the right and wrong of the procedure and justice, but believed that immediate and practical actions would surely respond to rich results.
Tilan, not everyone cares about right and wrong as much as you do. More often, everyone just needs a hearty victory, an unforgettable experience that makes them tremble with excitement, to firmly engrave that hot time in their lives, and this hot residual heat will also become the pride of their lives.
Like a raging fire burning the stars and tearing the dark night apart.
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July, the Shark Star Region.
This is the bridgehead of the Western Star Region facing the Central Star Region. In the past ten years, the Western Star Region has been adding defense facilities here. Now there are four giant fortresses built on planets in the star region. In addition, there are many interference suspension stations arranged in the galaxy to hinder the development of the superluminal channel.
On July 4, the Fifth Fleet arrived in this star region. They destroyed any resistance units along the way in a devastating way. Many patrolling autonomous units and defense "stars" were submerged by the fleet's deep red particle torrent before they could open fire and turned into ionized molecules.
The fleet moved forward again, continuously destroying the defense units along the way, until it faced four fortresses that were like solid rocks.
"The main bodies of these four fortresses are buried deep underground on the desolate planet. They attack through orbital cannons that extend out of the ground, but the angle is limited and it is very cumbersome." The staff analyzed and reported.
"Such a fortress is almost useless in normal combat. It cannot move and has a narrow range of fire, just like a stone on the roadside that you don't need to worry about." Others added.
Hearing this, the leading marshal put his hands behind his back and looked down at the star map below, his eyes were solemn, and then a slightly mocking expression appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, under normal circumstances, no one would care about this useless fortress, but they are sure that we will not let it go and will spend time to eliminate these 'nails'."
"They really made the right bet, because what they bet on is actually the pride of our Fifth Fleet. They are sure that we will not let these eyesores go in humiliation. Let's get straight to the point."
"Notify all fleets to separate into four teams to destroy these four fortresses. The remaining fleet will continue to advance as planned and occupy the nearby 'Xiyaka Star Region'."
"Yes!"
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In the next few days, the Fifth Fleet continued to advance towards the core area of the Western Star Region. Many fortresses and defense facilities along the way were destroyed by the fleet. Although such behavior slowed down the speed, the Federal Central and the Fifth Fleet did not care, because what they wanted was not a hasty and embarrassing victory, but a glorious victory that completely shattered the confidence of the Western Star Region.
On the other hand, the Western Star Region still adopted a contraction policy as in the past, constantly converging the fleet to the core area, and working overtime to supplement various obstructive fortress platforms and self-discipline units.
Because of the special period of war, the entire western star region was disconnected from the Internet. Countless residents who were unaware of the situation on the front line could only pray silently at home, praying that this time, like more than ten years ago, they would win an almost miraculous victory again.
Hemu Star Region, Sun Palace.
Alosa sat at the table, studying today's course, but she was obviously a little absent-minded, and the person who taught her also knew that the recent situation was different from the past.
"Let's stop here today, Alosa." The woman on the stage closed the book and looked at her softly.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Teacher Masha, I was distracted." Alosa stood up.
"It's okay, under the current situation, it's good that you can sit here." Masha walked off the stage, comforted her a little, and then took Alosa to sit down together.
The two knees moved closer, Masha held Alosa with one hand, and interlocked their fingers, which made the other feel much more at ease.
"Are you still nervous about the current war situation?" Masha asked.
"Yes." Alosa nodded, it was impossible for her to be calm.
"It's normal to worry, especially in the current situation." Masha continued.
"But if you get exhausted, it might cause greater panic."
"Don't put pressure on yourself anymore. Even among the singers of all generations, there are only a few who are diligent, hardworking, and have a strong will."
"But..." Arosa felt particularly sad when she thought about how countless people died on the front line because of her weakness, and her voice was a little more sad.
Masha hugged her gently, feeling this young bird-like descendant, and spoke calmly and softly.
"Don't worry, don't panic, don't be sad, accept tears and laughter calmly. Since we can allow ourselves to laugh out loud, we must also allow ourselves to shed tears."
"Tears will not defeat us, they will only make us more determined to accept everything and keep going."
Listening to Masha's gentle comfort in her ear, Arosa's emotions slowly stabilized.
"I will stay here strong." She wiped her tears and sat up.
"This is where I grew up, and it's also where Blanche lived before. There are also her portraits and her sleeping place, so I will always protect this place." She kept saying it as if to cheer herself up.
"Yes, you are a strong child, and you are also a younger generation that Blanche is proud of." Masha held Arosa's hand and repeated patiently, helping her to relieve her anxiety.
After a long time, Arosa calmed down. She took Masha to visit the Sun Palace where she lived.
"Teacher Masha has been here for a short time. She has been busy teaching me these days. You haven't taken a good look at this place yet?"
"I have lived here for eight years and I am very familiar with everything here. How about letting me take the teacher on a tour?"
Masha nodded and agreed, and then the two walked in this slightly empty palace.
This Sun Palace was built after Blanche led the people of the Western Star Region to independence. The overall design, construction, later decoration, and the artworks inside were all donated by the residents of the Western Star Region. It also condensed the beliefs of many people and was considered to be the symbol of the independence of the Western Star Region.
Walking in the smooth marble corridor, you can see murals contributed by many famous artists along the way, including the heroic figures of mechas passing by, the giant spaceships boiling and rising in the wasteland, the marshals giving speeches in front of countless soldiers, the two magnificent fleets interlaced in the starry sky, the magnificent crowns slowly blooming with their backs to the sun, and the damaged fleets sailing into the central star field.
These scenes all remember the great moments of that era, and remind people of the difficulties and greatness of the independence of the Western Star Region.
"Finally, this is it." Standing at the end of the gallery, Arosa turned around.
She pressed lightly on the wall with one hand and introduced the giant portrait behind to Masha. Because the painting was particularly large, even if she raised her hand, she could not touch the frame below.
Hearing this, Masha subconsciously looked up, and her eyes were surprised by the portrait.
In the portrait, a blonde woman in a white dress stood in the breeze, surrounded by a field of silver grass that swayed in the wind. These autumn silver grasses had pale golden stems and leaves, which bent in the wind and brushed against the hem of the white linen skirt. The toughness and simplicity of the two complemented each other, and the woman lowered her head slightly in the wind, holding a few bunches of freshly picked wild flowers in one hand, and brushing the hair on the side of the ear with the other hand. There seemed to be a faint joy at the corner of her mouth, and the process was natural and relaxed.
The woman in the painting was undoubtedly Blanche, but unlike the dignified, firm, and loving Blanche that many people in the Western Star Region knew, the Blanche in this painting had the purest nature. Her original character and self were passionately displayed in this painting, which was shocking and unforgettable.
"It's beautiful, isn't it, the portrait of Sister Blanche." Arosa waited for Masha to stare for a few minutes before speaking to break the silence.
"Yes, it has an unforgettable temperament." Masha gathered her mind and finally moved her eyes away from the portrait.
Is this the Sunday-level singer? Even though she has passed away, her special temperament and rhythm can still be seen in the portrait, which is very impressive.
At this time, Masha suddenly realized how wide the gap is between the Moon-level singer and the Sunday-level singer.
Many people say that Blanche used a trick to become a Sunday-level singer, but now in Masha's heart, even if Blanche used some tricks to greatly reduce the conditions and time required for promotion, everything she showed afterwards, whether it is her character, will, or determination, is worthy of the Sunday-level singer of the Federation.
This singer, who was born as simple as a silver grass, left a heavy mark in the hearts of the residents of the entire Western Star Region with her deeds, like a touch of golden paint poured into the hearts of everyone, allowing them to learn to be tough in desperate situations.
Dyed singers, they use themselves as paint to bring people various colors of character and beliefs, making civilization gorgeous and beautiful.
The fleet of the Federation Central was magnificent and supreme, like mountains walking in the sky, crushing, suppressing, and occupying the star regions of the Western Star Region one by one, and then these red angels turned around and headed towards the most central light spot in the star map.
One by one, the crimson arrows pointed to the small text - 'Hemu Star Region', the current base camp of the Western Star Region, where the Fifth Fleet once fell.
Faced with such a terrifying military suppression, many people felt heavy and depressed. Even though the streets were not under control, many cities were quieter. Those pairs of eyes and figures sat in front of the screen for a long time, listening to the news coming from the front line.
If there had not been that great victory in the past, facing such extreme military power, I am afraid that many star regions would have surrendered, and many people would have left here without any burden and went to live on other safe and comfortable planets.
But it is precisely because of that great victory and the revitalization that Blanche brought in the past ten years that many people still have an unforgettable attachment and belief in this country and land. They believe that it can get out of adversity and that it will fight tenaciously again and again until it finally wins.
"Faith is not something that is born out of thin air without any basis. It must be based on real deeds." In the bridge, Pulin sat on the throne and looked down at the star map with changing light spots below.
"Of course I know that Blanche left the seeds of faith for the people of this land." She raised her wine glass, and the wine like red marrow rippled in it.
"However, I can also burn these seeds and let the people of this land listen to the voice of the federal center again." She poured the deep red wine in front of her, spilling a semicircle.
"It's like using one color to cover another color."
The wine flowed on the floor screen, making the originally blue star map gradually dyed with a touch of red.
(End of this chapter)
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