Chapter 1803: War chess, and big and small pieces (2/2)

For the ordinary soldiers who were trapped in the cruel strangulation battle between the Tianyuan Fleet and the Black Wind Fleet, they couldn't say ”the battle is like chess”.

Through the blood-stained crystal window, the war in front of them was not a clear chess game, but two huge, chaotic, and violent death vortexes, colliding and entangled with each other, and they were unreasonable. Destroy!

Mad Dog is one of these ordinary fighters.

He couldn't see the conspiracy of the Black Wind Fleet, the chaos of the Liaoyuan Fleet, and the miraculous appearance of the Great White Fleet; he also didn't know that the small light spots that were jumping out of the void in the distance were the star gate components of the empire, not to mention Know what happens when these star torches are assembled.

He only saw the psychic shields of the starships next to him turned a dim crimson, like venous blood that was drying up.

He only saw the shells of many starships turned dangerous orange, exploding without warning, turning into huge fireballs, and at the same time blasting a large number of fragments entwined with violent psychic arcs like goddesses scattered flowers. Coming out, a series of criss-crossing, irregular death storms formed on the battlefield.

He saw that these sharp fragments were like a sickle, reaping lives with ease, treating both the enemy and us equally, and there was no mercy at all. Many federal and imperial soldiers were entangled tightly and were instantly penetrated by the same fragment. , Skewered together like barbecue.

He even saw that many people were hit by the debris and deviated from the direction, and the power talisman was all malfunctioning. No matter how hard it was, they fell into the huge beam of light from the battleships of both sides in despair-the moment they fell into the beam of light. , They disappeared like mosquitoes falling into molten steel, neither the screams nor the blue smoke left a single star.

The mad dog has participated in ground wars in the atmosphere, as well as space wars in a vacuum.

The death of ground war was accompanied by screams, roars, weeping, and heroic roars, as well as deafening bombings.

The war in a vacuum is silent, and everyone seems to be performing a solemn pantomime.

The extremely splendid and devastating pictures and the maddening silence constitute an extremely strange sense of contradiction, making him unclear as to which of the two forms of war is more cruel.

Perhaps wars are the same. For their insignificant dust, these insignificant ants, and the large and small numbers on the battle power calculation table, no matter the ground or the universe, they are just as cruel.

That's right, he is Jin Dan and a major in the Federation Army.

so what?

A starship that was several kilometers long slowly rotated in front of him like a dying whale, and was immediately pierced by dozens of spear-like beams of light, and the seemingly solid armor was easily opened by cracks. , Balls of fireballs, like deformed tumors, spewed out from the cracks, and at the same time, there were countless foundations, pill formations, and even the Nascent Soul monks who controlled the starship—whether or not they stirred up weak psychic shields to resist, These people were eventually burned to ashes, or melted with the crystal armor, turning into orange-red meteorites.

The mad dog drifted in the stormy waves rolled up by the psychic storm, like a straw floating on the sea, passing by the meteorite formed by the condensation of countless human bodies and magic weapons.

His psychic energy is nearly exhausted, and the crystal armor is on the verge of being scrapped, leaving only dozens of talisman arrays that can barely function.

At this moment, any small meteorite may kill him. Faced with such a grand and chaotic battlefield, such a ridiculous and cruel fate, what is the difference between the golden core and the ant?

The dead leaf butterfly-like figure suddenly stagnated, like falling into the eye of a temporarily stable storm, the battlefield in full swing, strangely calm.

The violent concussion in the skull gradually stabilized, and the mad dog sensed the pain of broken tendons, bursting internal organs, burning nerve endings, and burning out of his soul, like suffocation.

This battle-tested veteran realized with the keen intuition of a mad dog that a moment of calm is an ominous sign-they lose, they lose!

The flames of war in the icy universe burned fast and quickly extinguished. In an instant, only the cold starship wreckage and a strangely shaped corpse were left beside him, like an endless star sea tomb, shooting from the depths of the wreckage. , The scattered beams of light will soon provoke a hundred times the number of counterattacks from the opponent, and there will be a large swarm of imperial armor masters attacking swarms like locusts!

The mad dog laughed miserably, but laughed out a large group of blood clots, and there was a burning numbness in his lower abdomen. When he looked down, he found that a fist-thick antenna was deeply pierced near his liver area.

The experience of passing by death time after time for a whole hundred years told him that this was a fatal injury.

This time, I really struggled to the end.

”So... ordinary way of death, fuck!”

The mad dog's eyes turned black for a while, and the past flashed in the dark like a revolving lantern, and the burning pain in the liver area coincided with the unforgettable punch a hundred years ago.

He wants to vomit again.

I want to vomit all the blood in my life.