Death (3)

war.

In a sense, war is synonymous with civilization. It may be the closest thing to "truth" in any country, any race, or even any galaxy.

No matter what race, no matter what genes, no matter what thoughts and morals, when civilization was born from the ignorance of beasts, when [greed] was extracted from the instinct of survival, when the former carnivorous

After the memories of animals marking territories and fighting were picked up, swept away, and given simple reasons like "honor" or "belief", wars naturally arose.

So hasty, so reasonable.

Two villages, two kingdoms, two races, maybe they have never met before, maybe the production relations and moral cognition between them are not the same as the past history, but this does not prevent that when one of them does not

When planning to use peace and communication to solve problems, [war] will appear in the minds of both parties at the same time.

From this perspective, war is neither despicable nor cruel. It has the same meaning as words such as civilization, communication, and survival. It is a simple talent that is innate to any intelligent race.

From wrapping tattered leaves, waving sticks, and throwing sharp stones at each other; to covering vital parts with wooden boards and cloths, and fighting with swords and horses; to driving dozens of tons of heavy machinery out of smoke-filled factories.

The tanks and self-propelled artillery made the nightmare of nuclear fission and biological and chemical weapons completely destroy all bottom lines and sense of security.

Until you fly into space and come into contact with the sun, moon and stars that you once worshiped, and let your breath and the twinkling of stars echo in the same field of vision, but it is just a matter of replacing swords and cannonballs with chain saws and explosive bombs, and making thousands of kilometers long

The great battleships have replaced the aircraft and cannons of the past...

That's all.

From the melee of three or five soldiers, to the fighting between two battle groups, to the millions, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of armies selflessly destroying each other under the orders of the sand table and the tip of the pen, war has never

Change.

When the marshal issued an order, the general formulated a plan, the regiment commander planned the route, the battalion commander gathered the soldiers, and the company commander waved his blade and ordered the charge.

"The enemy is attacking!"

Dark Angel corrected.

He heard all the sounds: the explosion of bombs, the firing of artillery, the strange sounds and screams of drone wings flying across the low altitude, but he could only hear no screams belonging to humans: whether they were covered by waves of mud,

Buried alive, swallowed by flames in an instant, or even drained of all oxygen in the vacuum evaporated by the explosion of the shell, these are not ways to die that can make a person make any sound.

Almost in the blink of an eye, they were everywhere.

But when it entered the edge of the galaxy and the asteroid belt that Ran Dan's fleet had no time to care about, the situation took a 180-degree turn. The Dark Angel ship that was originally "fleeing hastily" revealed its most ferocious appearance in an instant.

of fangs and claws.

"The battle is not over yet! Maintain the third cruising speed and pay attention to avoid those asteroids."

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Neither of them spoke, they just glanced at each other, then lowered their heads, breathing heavily.

There were only shells, only explosions. This nightmarish sonata played for five minutes or more.

Then, he remembered something, and crawled to the side almost on his hands and feet, frantically digging through the soil and rubble, even as his fingers were pricked with blood. After a while, under his pull, Tigray's head came out of the soil.

Got out of it.

"Then can you tell me where Ms. Morgan was taken by you? She is a companion of the same team as me. Why did you let her stay on Sabis 4, but brought me here."

He can understand every operation and every plan of the Dark Angels, but he just can't understand, what are these guys doing?

Want to resist?

"They think we don't know."

Dark Angel couldn't help but laugh. After laughing for a while, he continued to shake his head.

"Son of Magnus, do you know Azir?"

Ahriman tried his best to take a deep breath. Finally, he chose to turn around and walked in front of the leader of the Dark Angel force.

Some shells landed on the ground, some in the trenches, and one even landed near Latobis. His exposed boots could feel the mud and stones being blown up against the soles of his boots.

sound.

After less than an hour of chasing and counter-chasing, the Dark Angel's ship proudly left the messy melee scene and began to swim along the edge of the shadow of Sabis 8, carefully observing the vicinity of Mandeville Point.

defense status.

"You don't want to say it?"

"But they are not silent. Ran Dan thought they were, but in fact, they are not."

Ran Dan's drone group may have hundreds, thousands or even more. Anyway, Latobis heard those anti-aircraft guns firing at all costs early in the morning. He heard the soldiers in charge of the anti-aircraft guns boast that they had

Their big guys can seal off several kilometers of airspace, fire thousands of artillery shells every minute, and even a fly will be torn to pieces by their cannon fodder.

But soon, all the sounds disappeared because everyone stopped in unison.

"I guess I'm qualified to know something."

"Bombing! It's a drone!"

At least, Latopis doesn't care.

This question made Dark Angel silent for a while, and then he patted Ahriman on the shoulder.

"At the very least, I mean at the very least, I should know everything you know. Before the battle, fighting and death officially begin, I think I have reason to know more truth and details about what I am fighting for."

He said.

"So now, even if you ask the Dark Angels all over the galaxy, you can only get the same answer. No one will know the complete and specific plan before everything starts and ends."

"But in fact, they don't."

"call……"

"I can only tell you that our task at this stage is to hide here and wait for the opportunity."

Ahriman was still confused.

The galaxy is full of Ran Dan’s warships, where can they go?

The bombing began.

"What time?"

shock.

Even those people don't care about themselves.

The Dark Angel denied it frankly.

Ahriman lowered his head and was silent for a while.

Lathobis covered his ears tightly, but he couldn't stop the sound of explosions from constantly beating his fragile eardrums. It was an irregular and crazy sound, sometimes heavy and solemn, sometimes like

It was like an exploding glass bottle, extremely sharp.

Lathoubis watched, he just watched, watching this terrifying and charming scene, watching perhaps hundreds of thousands of Randan troops rushing towards their position, like a whole tsunami rushing towards an area.

fishing boat.

"Go back to the combat post! Get back to the fucking post!"

"Son of Red Magnus, you are indeed our ally and guarantee in this battle, but this does not mean that you can know more, please realize this."

Want to avoid enemies?

Want to escape?

Then what are you looking at at this Mandeville Point? This leads to Ran Dan’s control area!

Finally, before he heard those sharp cracks in the air that completely tore his eardrums apart, he was finally able to stuff his entire body in, leaving only a tattered boot still outside.

"In their analysis, we regarded Azir's death as an accident. They thought that they moved quickly enough and were agile enough to end the battle before it started."

"it is known."

Then, Qianzi sighed.

No one cares about those who actually face it.

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From escaping, to counterattack, to hunting, and now to the sneaky reconnaissance.

Randan's screen guard ship and void drone swarm were burning. Less than a Terran standard hour ago, they were still the remnants of a victory. They were hordes of arrogant hunters, chasing a defeated ship and escaping for their lives.

The Dark Angels battleship.

When the edge of war turns into the blades of tigers, the hoofs of cavalry, the tracks of tanks, and then the buzzing of dense drone swarms.

"I have no idea."

On Sabis 4, a battle may have just begun, but on Sabis 8, which is closest to Mandeville Point, a battle has completely ended.

"Return to combat duty!"

He forgot to fight, forgot to think, and even forgot to breathe for a moment, until his ears were hit by the loudest and hoarse command.

It was like a living curve, a black wave, something that could not be accurately described in any human language, like swarms of ants crawling across the fields, with Randan soldiers and slaves coming one after another.
To be continued...