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Chapter 206 Extra: Gray Steel Embers

Extra: Gray Steel Embers

Time point: Four hundred years ago during the Civil War.

"Captain, when do you think we can win?"

The cold and dark corridor of the space station illuminated the huge blue planet outside the window. Two soldiers wearing protective suits walked by and stopped here.

The two people's straight figures stood in front of the window, so small in front of the huge blue planet, and so lonely when their reflection fell on the ground. No sound could be heard in the silent space.

The war within the Federation has lasted for forty-three years. For many people, forty-three years may be older than their age. They have been in a war-torn environment since they were born, their lives are controlled, and they are always on the front line in TV programs. According to war reports, various factories are producing military supplies day and night, and every child must receive a complete military education as he grows up.

In the graduation photos, each figure was crossed out, the familiar names dimmed one by one, the phone calls could no longer be connected, and during the silent voyage, no one knew what would happen next time the star network was connected. No matter what kind of news is synchronized, sometimes just looking at the ID that is still lit will feel a slight comfort.

"We will never surrender. It is our sacred duty to maintain the integrity and unity of the Federation. We will inherit Isenisa's legacy, and we will eventually sweep away all the moths and filth, and give all people a clear and just future! "

The fleet general on the rostrum clenched his fists with his hands and spoke firmly. The roar echoed in the steel dome, while tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of soldiers in the phalanx below the stage also clenched their hands and took the oath.

"For a clear and just future!" The voice resounded through the dome, and the roar of thousands of wills shocked people.

At the same time, outside the dome, huge warships slowly left the starport. They blocked the sky and the sun. The shadows drawn by the warships made the residents in the starport feel the changes of day and night from time to time.

The Third Central Fleet, one of the most elite and powerful fleets in the Federation before the Civil War, has 2,726 of the most advanced 'Otis' class battleships, 15,788 'Paradise' class aircraft carriers, and approximately 57,000 'Iskar' class ships. Cruisers and battleships, approximately 210,000 destroyers of various types.

These rising warships slowly sailed into the starry sky, and their bright tail flames slowly disappeared into the dark distance, like stars dotting the night sky.

In order to slow down the enemy's continuous breakthrough offensive and buy time for subsequent troop assembly, the Third Fleet performed the most difficult task. It would enter the enemy-controlled area alone to block and contain the most elite first and third forces of the Federation before the civil war. Second fleet.

The war made time become long. In just one year, it was difficult to survive in fierce and dangerous battles. Each designation in the Third Fleet was gradually cancelled, and the remaining remaining warships were constantly gathered and reorganized, and once again took the lead. .

‘When can I go home, when can I win? ’ Such thoughts spread among the fleet, and some soldiers gradually collapsed in the endless cruel war.

As a fighter mecha pilot in the fleet, Salin is only 26 years old, but he is a veteran of ten years of war. He wakes up to the sound of sirens day and night, and then drives the mecha to attack. Sometimes he will have some kind of trance. , is he really Salin, or is he remembering it wrong? Salin is just a comrade of his. He died in the war long ago, and he just took it as his name because he was shocked by his death.

Such doubts and trances often occur when he wakes up. He has to look at his identity code and think about it repeatedly to make sure that it is indeed his name and not some stranger's.

Years of wandering on the edge of life and death made him forget almost everything except the war. Sometimes he would be inexplicably lucky that he could survive this extremely cruel war.

The Sixteenth Team has a total of 127 official mecha pilots, but now he and the captain are the only original members. In the past few years, the team members have changed batch after batch, and then they were recruited from the rear to supplement them. Not starting with those familiar faces.

At the end of another mission, he dragged his tired body out of the cockpit. After handing over the points that needed maintenance to the maintenance pilot, he walked out of the port of call and walked quickly forward, finally catching up with the lonely captain.

"Captain, when do you think we can win?" His words stopped the other party.

The captain did not answer immediately, but stood there quietly, like a silent statue. Perhaps silence was also an answer, which made Salin also fall silent.

The two of them were no longer in a hurry to return to the lounge, but stood in this remote and dark corridor, looking out the window at the huge blue planet.

This planet is so beautiful, with the floating white clouds and the faintly visible green embellishments. It would be a very pleasant thing to travel to the planet and watch it.

However, it is not them who occupy this planet, but the powerful conservatives. Their barriers around the planet and powerful ground forces make this place very stable. Even the orbital bombardment of starships can only damage the surface of the planet. layer, it is difficult to truly shake the base and launch silo that go deep underground.

The reason why they attacked here was not to capture it, but to contain the enemy fleet so that it would have to return to defend it, thereby buying time for the rear.

"Victory, I don't know when I will truly win..." The captain stared at the beautiful planet in space and spoke after a long silence.

"The advances and retreats in war are just to serve strategic goals."

If it were in the past, they would definitely say that by annihilating all the enemies and driving them away, victory would come. However, after more than 40 years of long war, this idea has lost hope in people's hearts.

It is the limit to keep the front from collapsing. Compared with the situation on the front at the beginning of the civil war, they have retreated again and again, which not only makes the remaining people gradually lose confidence, but also has some uneasiness about the future.

The starting point of the war may be justice, but when the war lasts longer and the residents in the enemy-controlled areas gradually become accustomed to the laws and ideas promulgated by the enemy and no longer stand with them, is such a war really just?

"No! We will never admit that kind of future, such a decadent future!" The general's words still echoed in our ears. He was so decisive and firm. Perhaps it was because of his persistence that the Third Fleet could not Collapse, but still insist on the most intense front line.

"I'm sorry, I don't know when I can win...and take you back to my hometown." The captain turned around and put his thick palm on Salin's shoulder.

"But I think as long as we continue, we can see hope and light. Yes, as long as we persist, as long as we have not admitted to giving up, it does not mean failure, it means that there is still some possibility in the future." He has a tall and straight body, but the words he speaks are so bitter and fragile.

As long as you don't admit defeat, it's really a childish and naive idea. Salin recalled the last conversation with the captain, and sometimes laughed at himself for this idea.

However, if this innocent and childish thought hadn't comforted him, I'm afraid his spirit would have collapsed on that cruel battlefield.

Sometimes it's good to lie to himself, at least it keeps him alive.

The designation of the Third Fleet was cancelled. Although the war was far from over, he finally withdrew from the front line.

In order to care for and care for the Third Fleet who had sacrificed so many lives, Emuraline proposed that the remaining personnel of the Third Fleet be moved to the rear for training and auxiliary production, in order to avoid the cruel front-line battlefield.

Such a proposal was approved, and Salin also stayed away from the previous number and everything, and took the only remaining damaged mecha to the remote and remote rear star field. It is said that a new battleship starport is being built here to The production of the 'Sighing Dragon' class main battleship is still under trial.

"The Four-leaf Crystal Star Realm is really a good name." Salin sat in the cabin, overlooking the green and beautiful planet outside the window.

"You say so, my old man."

He looked back at the cabin behind the glass partition. An old mecha with scars and craters stood there. It had a tall body, a steel gray shell, and a flame pattern mark on its shoulder, as if it was roaring and burning. .

'As long as you don't admit defeat, it's fine. It's really a stubborn and childish statement, but my war is far from over. I want to repair you here, and I also want to completely record the trauma and bullet marks you have experienced. , passing on the memories of life and death, so that future generations can step on our shoulders, develop more powerful mechas, and emerge more powerful warriors. ’

‘We will do it, ‘Fengtie-6412’, as long as we don’t admit defeat. ’