The officers were originally silent and indifferent, but when they heard the words of His Majesty the Emperor, they seemed to have been struck by an electric current, and they all stood up with a loud noise, performed a military salute in a neat manner, and shouted loudly: "Long live Your Majesty" The voices echoed in the empty command room, and the officers who had been tormented by years of hard war and homesickness, if not really excited, were still blushing in front of their colleagues, as if they could not show fanatical loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor if they did not do so.
It's a pity that one of the officers couldn't suppress his cough, and the coughing sound was repeated, which slightly diluted the fanaticism in some of the rooms.
"Norman, rest when you're sick, those things naturally have the ground-based troops to do, it's really not good, those poor warships in space can also chase after them."
After the officers sat down, the old general looked at the coughing officer gently and said, but he noticed that the officers under him had returned to their previous numb expressions.
The Union servicemen in the south dream every day of reimagining the glory of the Charter in the northern hemisphere, deploying satellite and electronic surveillance equipment at any cost.
The Imperial Expeditionary Force in the Northern Hemisphere fights every day, and the two sides seem to have formed a tacit understanding, and every time it comes to a fixed moment, such a scene of air guns hitting balloons.
The old general did not blame the numbness of the subordinate officers.
Whoever has been on such a planet far from home for so many years, and who has been engaged in a war every day that is not tragic but extraordinarily lingering, can only fall into a mood of boredom step by step.
"I'm fine."
The officer, Norman, who had one of the most common surnames in the Empire, coughed twice, walked up to the old general and said, "General, the progress of today's forest cleaning is slow, do you want to send out a spare mecha battalion?"
In order to prevent the Federation from reconstructing the glory of the Charter, in addition to the aircraft and satellites in space, what is more of a headache for the Imperial Expeditionary Force is the small self-propelled electronic monitor that the other party uses a large transport plane to disperse in the forest, although these nasty little things can be found and destroyed through radio frequency detection, but there are too many such things, and three mecha formations need to be dispatched every day to clean them up.
"Let's do it, if you don't clean it, you can't sleep in peace."
The old general smiled gently.
The computer system in the command room suddenly chirped, and an officer walked over quickly and submitted a report on the enemy situation, according to electronic surveillance, eleven minutes earlier, a light warship had landed at Zeqiu airfield in the southern hemisphere, escorted by a federal fleet.
The old general put on his reading glasses, whose frames were extremely worn, read carefully for a while, then shook his head and said with a smile: "Guess which big man in the Federation is in this battleship?"
"Can't guess, but it shouldn't be their reinforcements."
The Norman officer shook his head.
"You should have watched more federal news, even though their language is a bit difficult to learn."
The old general smiled and said: "It should be their national girl who came today, I didn't expect that the venue of that concert was actually us." ” The old general said: "This is not important, but there has been a lot of movement in the south recently, and it should be an increase in troops." ” A hint of alarm flashed in the Norman officer's pale blue eyes, and he asked, "What should we do?"
The old general smiled and said, "We don't do anything." ” This ring defense base is the largest military base of the Imperial Expeditionary Force on planet 5460, and the headquarters of the Maple Grove Wing is located here.
The wing in the imperial system has five brigades, and the military strength is basically equivalent to that of a group army of the Federation, and the special wartime equipment such as the expeditionary force is even larger.
The old general who had just walked out of the command room and walked towards the edge of the forest accompanied by the orderly soldiers was none other than Lieutenant General Ambri, commander of the Maple Grove Wing of the Imperial Expeditionary Force.
This is the northern hemisphere of the planet, close to the glaciers that have only melted a little bit in 3,000 years, and although the base is on the edge of the forest, it is still cold, and most of the woods are coniferous.
It had snowed last night, and it was particularly difficult to walk, but Lieutenant General Ambrey refused to be supported by the orderlies, and walked with great difficulty.
One of the most important military leaders of the Imperial Expeditionary Force was well aware that the Federation was preparing for a big move, and in recent months, the frequency of warships taking off and landing at the Federation base in the south had been significantly higher than in previous years.
But this general, just like his name, is as stable as a snowy mountain, and he doesn't plan to do anything, and with the current situation of the expeditionary force, he can't do anything, the expeditionary force's attached space fleet can only trap the northern sky at most, but it can't stop the other party's reinforcements at all.
In fact, if it weren't for the Federation's scarcity of crystal ore resources, this old general really couldn't imagine how many days his lone army would be able to hold out under the continuous attack of the Federation's main guns.
The empire has been sparing no expense in terms of financial and material resources, bypassing the Late Scorpion Nebula to the Xilin front line to replenish a steady stream of soldiers and weapons, but the old general knows in his heart that the empire's interstellar carrying capacity has long been squeezed to the extreme, and if the domestic production capacity can still support such a huge cost expedition, it is already lagging behind the interstellar transportation of the Federation, but it is about to collapse.
The old general Ambrey looked back at the towering glacial peaks behind the base, thoughtfully.
Since the first day of the Imperial Expeditionary Force's occupation of Planet 5460, the four commanders of the Maple Grove Wing have been constantly digging fortifications into the glacier in search of strategic space and living space.
The veteran general firmly believed that in this strange land, even if his troops were weak in all aspects, as long as he did not make a big strategic mistake, he would definitely be able to hold on.
The question is, how many more years will it last?
Walking through the snow in the forest, countless officers and soldiers saluted the veteran general along the way, and he gently returned the salute one by one.
The Imperial has long hair, is naturally hardy, and their eyes are basically blue or brown, and they are brave and ruthless in battle, so in the propaganda of the Federation, the Imperial people are often referred to as beasts.
For this kind of propaganda, the old general will only laugh at it, and will not be angry at all, in his eyes, these children who are far away from home are good children worthy of respect.
Walking into the snow in the taiga, there was no one but his own orderly, and General Ambri's dark brown eyes revealed a little homesickness.
The people of the empire are indeed hardy, but who wants to go to these cold years relying on glaciers Looking at the needles above his head and the squirrels that walked through it, the old general Ambrey suddenly missed the fiery maple forest of his hometown.
It had been twenty years since he left his homeland, seven years in space in Nahaohan, and then a series of wars in foreign lands, in which he had seen too many of his subordinates and even superiors die It's not pleasant to be far away from the empire and fight alone, especially when there's no hope in sight.
General Ambrey has always believed that if it weren't for the communication to be able to pass through the nebula, the expeditionary force could always hear the voice of His Majesty the Emperor full of majesty, and if it weren't for the seven-year long journey, the royal trainer took advantage of that boring and closed environment to carry out a very thorough patriotic education for the officers of the expeditionary force, I am afraid that the expeditionary force in the last three galaxies would have surrendered to the Federation long ago.
"I don't know what the maple forest in my hometown looks like now.
The standards of the Federation and the Empire seem to be about the same, and the two rows of maple trees at the back of the room should have grown. ” The old general took off his gloves and patted the winter tree of the Federation, thinking about the red leaves of his homeland, a trace of warmth appeared on his old face, but he knew in his heart that he would probably never be able to go back again in this life, and he would never be able to see the red leaves of his hometown again, unless the thing that those fools in the military department said was true.
"Let's go."
The old general turned around and walked in the direction of the base, but saw a wounded rabbit struggling next to the snow rut, and said with a smile: "The animals of the Federation are very happy, they have been raised by them for so many years, but now they are all for us to eat." ” The orderly behind him couldn't help but touch his head and laugh.
The empire has already mastered the technology of hydrogen energy extraction, and if it relies on a huge energy warehouse, the imperial fleet can put most of its carrying capacity on the supply of soldiers and materials, otherwise it will definitely not be able to meet the needs of so many troops by relying on the few protein meat production bases of the expeditionary force.
The soldiers of the Imperial Expeditionary Force were most excited by the fact that this planet was infested with countless wild animals, and although it was impossible to use them as rations, the occasional tooth sacrifice was the most wonderful thing.
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On the way back to base, the old Admiral Ambrey encountered a team of sentinels, supplemented by three moon-type mechs, who had just captured a Federation scout in the forest.
In the modern age of warfare, scouts are rarely used passively.
Even if the charter network in the Northern Hemisphere is completely destroyed, the Union Army will rarely send Scouts to risk it, except when the military intelligence decision-making department does not dare to fully trust the surveillance equipment in order to establish some extremely important information.
The federal scout had beautiful facial features and did not look very old, and when he saw Ambrie's military uniform, he immediately knew his identity, and said a paragraph hurriedly, which turned out to be pure imperial Chinese.
Ambri listened quietly for a moment, then talked a few words with the officer who had finished the interrogation, looked at the federal scout with a smile and said, "Between us, there have never been prisoners, and you know, we have no surplus food for the Empire. ” A look of stoicism flashed across the Federal Scout's face, and before he could fully stand up on one leg from the ground, a shot rang out, and his head was bleeding and he fell forward in the snow.
The old general Ambrey didn't look at this commonplace scene at all, he had already walked forward, and asked the orderly beside him with a smile: "What do you eat at night, I think the rabbit just now is good." ” Before he entered the base, a hint of awe flashed in the old man's dark brown eyes, as he noticed that the Norman officers and many people in the command room had walked out of the base and seemed to be waiting for him.
"Urgent."
The Norman officer handed over a top-secret electronic file.
The old general Ambury looked at it twice, his expression was extremely gloomy, the old fingers holding the electronic documents trembled slightly, and said in a deep voice: "When does the military department have the right to dictate the specific military operations of the expeditionary force, a group of idiots?"
The Norman officer had long forgotten to cough at this time, and said helplessly in shock: "This is His Majesty's order. ” To be continued: