Chapter 1282: Chapter 45: Dawn (End)
The title of this Chapter is Dawn, but this subtitle marks the end of the section, not the entire book.
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In the vastness of space, the stars shine brightly. On the black canvas of the universe, all sorts of unusual colors are painted. The distant nebula, the nearby asteroid belt, and the fiery Constant Star of the Canglang System, they all exist quietly in the universe, unchanged for eons.
The fleet is now close to Canglang Star. From the portholes, one can clearly see the enormous blue and white planet and its two grayish-brown satellites, Cangwei 1 and Cangwei 2.
Out of the six Feiyang A-Class Fleets, two had already teamed up with the Chuckna Group Fleet—formed by six A-Class Fleets—to feint towards Leifeng Star, diverting the main forces of Suss and the Jiepeng Fleet. The remaining fleets, most have travelled seven million kilometers away to join forces with the Qian Bolin Fleet in the battle against the Jiepeng Thunderbolt Super Fleet.
Currently, only two Chuckna A-Class Fleets and one Feiyang A-Class Fleet are guarding the four giant transport ships.
The flagship "Hermo" aircraft carrier’s massive body hangs silently in the void. The huge command hall is abuzz. All the staff are so busy that sweat beads on their foreheads and their feet barely touch the ground.
Mikami Yuto’s Thunderbolt Super Fleet is Jiepeng’s national defense force. This Super Fleet along with two other Super Fleets concentrate all of Jiepeng’s elite forces. Renowned and powerful, its combat strength rivals ten Feiyang A-Class fleets! In terms of sheer numbers, its total number of ships far exceeds the combined total of ten A-Class fleet ships.
Only Jiepeng could possess such a massive fleet in this world. This ambitious nation has been crafting the universe’s largest warships, the most powerful mechas, and the strongest military. Their army claims to be the universe’s strongest, and winning the same reputation for their air force has been their longstanding dream for many years.
Had the economy of this nation not been drained drastically by centuries of military adventurism, Jiepeng might have had more than just these three Super Fleets.
Quietly recording, the cameras capture everything. Due to several classified data instruments, most of the footage is fixed on the sweaty foreheads of staff. The tense atmosphere, serious expressions, rapid speech, and hurried footsteps... Just by observing the command hall, one could gauge how fierce the distant cosmic battle is.
The screen displays images transmitted from the electronic ship, leaving viewers breathless.
Countless warships speed tirelessly in the universe, firing as they maneuver. The brilliance of the Energy Cannon is as splendid as fireworks. Occasionally, a warship is hit, hanging in the void, experiencing a succession of violent explosions.
Fighter jets dart and dance amidst the fleet, while the High-speed Destroyer group almost collides head-on into the enemy’s formation. Destroyers skirmish and hunt at the periphery. The Battleship Main Formation’s primary cannons volley, flashing out of the void, like a comet appearing every three minutes.
Standing at the railing on the third floor of the hall, the war correspondent team quietly watches the unfolding scene, awestruck by the war before them.
This is an epic era. In this universe, countless starry skies are witnessing similar battles. Amidst the cannon fire, life is so fragile. Unknown numbers of warriors silently perish in shattered warships. Their names briefly flash on the casualty list, forgotten by all but their families.
Their lives freeze forever. Childhood rocking horses, bicycles from youth, baseball caps from teenage years, photos of bright smiles with girlfriends in adulthood are coated silently with history’s dust.
Su Fei’s eyes brim with tears. The cruelty of war has surpassed her imagination.
"Have our fighter jet groups completed the selection of the landing site?" Felix quietly stands by the railing, gazing at the main screen, his voice somber. He has completely forgotten his role as a war correspondent observer. Confronted with what’s happening, he can no longer critique. He even feels that any skepticism of these warriors is a desecration.
They are fulfilling their vows; they are defending this nation’s freedom with their lives!
"They have entered the atmosphere, most outer airports have been occupied by us, and the enemy’s guarding fleet has been driven away by our fleet. Perhaps in a few minutes, we will find a landing site. The Jiepeng people’s ground defense cannot possibly be impenetrable. Give us a chance, and we will seize it!"
Wang Hao’s voice carries immense decisiveness! This young Lieutenant Colonel, with a demeanor as steadfast as iron, gazes at the main screen with eyes full of pain but even more resolution!
From the headset communicator comes another Coordinator, Nissen’s voice. Wang Hao listens carefully for a moment, his expression shifts, and he tells Felix and the others, "Quick, come with me!"
The war correspondent team instantly tenses up. What’s happening?!
Felix and Su Fei’s hearts race, immediately following Wang Hao towards the first tactical analysis room located on the second floor, behind them the photographer and other staff hurriedly pack their things and tightly follow.
As soon as they burst into the conference room, Felix and Su Fei feel a wave of tension rush at them.
In the enormous first tactical analysis room, it’s packed with people. Apart from the tense staff, every Senior Officer they recognize is present. Even Admiral Li Hongwu and the fleet’s other two Admirals, usually stationed at the command table, stand with a solemn expression by the electronic sand table, listening to a Colonel strategist’s explanation.
