In a low-orbit spaceport outside the atmosphere of a rocky planet in the Zorn galaxy, in addition to the capital ships that have exclusive berths, nearly three hundred small and medium-sized warships of various types are lined up outside the spaceport in order from largest to smallest. Every inch of space, using their bodies as the first line of defense for the battleships.
Of course, the People's Alliance Navy command will not let the fleet engage the enemy in such a conspicuous position. It is no different from seeking death. After the Phoenix Fleet and Hydra Fleet evacuate all remaining supplies in the space port, the two fleets will immediately set sail to hide in the asteroid belt in the galaxy, preparing to ambush the Imperial fleet that may arrive at any time.
"The entire fleet will be resupplied for the last time. We will not come back here again."
In the bridge of the Phoenix Fleet's flagship "Nirvana Force", Vice Admiral McNevin-Howell stood solemnly by the huge porthole, quietly watching the dense fleet that seemed to be within reach outside the window and the dense fleet behind them. The vast starry sky as the background.
As one of the most senior veterans in the federal military system, McNevin has been serving in the Phoenix Fleet since the founding of the People's Alliance Navy. More than thirty years passed in a blink of an eye, and she was promoted from an ordinary civilian to the current fleet commander by the discerning Grand Marshal Beauclair. She grew from a young girl to a heroine who is now a household name.
Like the older generation of Admiral Shestakov and others, when she was over fifty, she began to feel that the power of time was reflected more and more deeply in her body. Delicate skin that can be blown away and lush hair that is smooth and silky are things of the past for her. In order to better join the army and serve the people of the Federation, her failure to get married is destined to be a shortcoming in her life.
Although the Federation's superb genetic technology allows her and many senior officials to enjoy the benefits of never aging, McNevin is not interested in this.
For her and many generals and senior officers who need to direct battles on the front line, as long as they have an extraordinary physique to help them cope with long hours of work, rejuvenation, which was just a legend a long time ago, will be wasted. It has no meaning outside of the Federation's precious resources.
Especially after the Generalissimo leads by example, not to mention the diplomats who need to show up in the Star Sea Community from time to time, at least there are very few senior officials in the military who will let the scientific researchers restore their youthful appearance.
As for those few rejuvenants, they have become the targets of many well-intentioned ridicules in the military. As the fleet commander, McNevin can often hear his adjutants talking about a romantic senior officer or captain in the fleet who has taken advantage of them. There were tidbits about her flirting with others, but the Federation did not restrict free love, so she just laughed it off as an after-dinner joke.
Looking at the supply ships coming and going outside the window, McNevin shook his head slightly. Realizing that the fleet was about to complete the supply, McNevin quickly put these beautiful memories that were not war behind and returned to the stranger he was not long ago. The image and posture of staying away.
"Sir, all the warehouses in Spaceport 3 have been emptied, and all personnel are boarding the ship. The control room is expected to be ready for departure in fifteen minutes."
Not long after McNevin entered the state, the loyal female adjutant came to her with an evacuation document that required her signature. She raised her hand and saluted and said respectfully: "You are right, the machine workers' They are very efficient, and I think that may have something to do with their tireless nature.”
Glancing at the document handed over by the adjutant, McNevin signed his name casually - giving up such a large-scale supply space port is not an insignificant matter for the Federation, even if Captain Shestakov The general's decision also needs her, the front-line commander's signature, to convince the public.
However, regarding the robot efficiency issue mentioned by the adjutant, she smiled slightly and then remembered the contact her old friend, Vice Admiral Anya Panicka, the commander of the Minotaur Fleet, had with her a month ago.
In this communication that only belonged to the two of them, the other party mentioned the Z-1 multifunctional robot that the Federation had acquired from a private military-industrial group on the ruined planet Fenhabenis, which is currently working with The machine workers who boarded the ship with the airport staff.
As a civilized empire-level force, even if Yang Tianyi had expected it, the Human Federation's enthusiasm and purchasing power in arms and weapons still exceeded his imagination - Lieutenant General Anya Panica confirmed the high cost-effectiveness of the Z-1 robot After that, Star Group immediately received a huge order from the Federation.
In addition to pure combat robots that can directly replace human soldiers, Gu Zhuo's orders include more than two million robots of various types covering almost every aspect from civilian life to military affairs - in other words, if robots were not unable to think independently, These two million robots can be used directly as two million humans.
It's just that these "human beings" can lift tons of weight with one hand, resist electromagnetic rifles, and run sixty yards with just their legs.
McNevin, who knew that her friend would never deceive her, had been looking forward to these robots since then. Unfortunately, for more than a month, her Phoenix fleet had been maneuvering around in the Cross Nebula to attack Qien. There are no machine workers in the empire's refining space stations, mining bases, and supply points that are visited occasionally.
Fortunately, the last batch of naval supply fleets arriving in the Zorn system brought thousands of machine workers to Spaceport 3 for carrying supplies and doing chores, and finally allowed McNevin to meet the old man before the battle. The product that a friend had recommended to her could be regarded as resolving one of her worries and satisfying her strong curiosity.
If it weren't for the fact that the top brass of the military believed that replacing human soldiers with robots was extremely dangerous and unpredictable, she wouldn't mind trying something new that rarely appeared in the federation, and arranging some in high-risk positions on battleships, such as the damage control team. Mechanical soldiers are used to assist humans in completing their jobs better.
In addition to robots, ion shields are also a technology that concerns her. Unfortunately, the current spaceport No. 3 does not have a dock function, otherwise she will never miss any opportunity to improve the combat effectiveness of the fleet.
It is the responsibility of the military to command thousands of battleships to dominate the galaxy, and it is the business of politicians to allow these valuable technologies to be applied to battleships.
Fifteen minutes later, after confirming via radio that there were no valuable personnel or materials in Spaceport No. 3 except for the space station itself, McNevin and Albion decisively gave the two fleets the order to set sail. , making these well-prepared war machines burst out with unparalleled enthusiasm - referring to the plasma thruster at the rear of the ship that shoots out a faint blue tail flame.
Of course, before leaving, Albion, who seemed carefree, did not forget to trick the Qien Empire.
In order to give the opposing commander the impression that the Federation fleet was planning to evacuate the Cross Nebula, Albion ordered the person in charge of the space station to put the entire spaceport into hibernation before the evacuation, shutting down everything except the most basic self-sustaining functions. function, all detachable devices were dismantled, turning the originally fully functional spaceport into a tangible and godless metal shell.
But even if it is an empty shell, Albion does not intend to leave it to the Empire.
The self-destruction device reserved at the beginning of the establishment of the space station also uses the principle of material annihilation, which means that only a weaponized proton mass with the same equivalent of two proton shells is needed to destroy this more than ten kilometers long space station. The airport turned into a giant firework that could blind one's eyes in a physical sense.
Regardless of whether the Imperial fleet takes the bait or not, Albion will press the self-destruct button of the space station at the appropriate time - if the Imperial fleet does not enter the range of the space station's self-destruction, it will be regarded as the Federation treating the enemy to a grand fireworks show for free. .
If the enemy really sees the spaceport as a trophy and sends troops to occupy it, then their loss in the "fireworks party" is just their ticket to enjoy the party.
Vice Admiral Albion, who was amused by his brilliant idea, chuckled. He stroked the thick beard on his chin while the officers in the command room looked at him with confusion, and showed an incomprehensible smile.
