Chapter 186

They took the thunder eagle from the mother of tears to the spark, went straight into the open hangar and landed on the smoky cushion.

Malakin led the way down the boarding ladder, followed by four people walking with him.

The star knights had already lined up here, even the bitter Walker regiment, and hundreds of people gathered in battle formations.

The civil war flag fluttered in the hall, and each side marked a memorable battle.

Servo skulls buzzed over their heads and dragged incense burners around to cover up the stench of promethium burning.

The light in the hangar is dim, only sporadic light spots flash quietly, the corridor is long and gloomy, and the wall looks like it was cut from an ancient boulder that doesn't know the date.

"It seems that they are all very angry."

Malakin murmured. He looked at the star knights and the ascetic regiment. Although everyone's faces were hidden under their helmets, it was not difficult to imagine what the faces below were - contempt, indifference, and anger.

Standing at the front of the queue was the owner of the flagship, who stood out among the angels. He was putting his right hand on the handle of the long sword and quietly waiting for his visitors.

Soshyan Alexei, he stood as if he had always stood since he was born - with a straight waist and a perfect posture.

"Head of malakin war, welcome."

When malakin came over, soshyan nodded slightly.

"Brother soshyan."

Malakin stopped without shaking hands or hugging.

The soldiers of the two regiments stood still, as did malakin's entourage.

The whole hangar fell into a dead silence.

Slowly, slowly, as if the cliff was inevitably suffering from the decay of time and tide, malakin walked towards soshyang and lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, we --"

Although his voice was very quiet, it still spread all over every corner.

Before he finished, soshyan suddenly stretched out his hand, strode a few steps and held malakin tightly.

"It's not your fault. The war is changing so fast that no one can completely control it."

Every word that came out of his mouth was filled with a sonorous and serious tone.

"I don't blame you, and the battle brothers of the mourners. You played well."

Malakin was stunned for a moment and returned with a warm hug.

"Thank you, thank you... You, brother soshyan."

Mazar then stepped forward, burst into a burst of happy laughter, and patted them heavily on the shoulder.

"So now we've settled it."

He said happily:

"I've made a plan for the attack on the main planet of Freon."

The two soldiers loosened each other. Soshyan looked at Lord Mazar and said with a smile:

"How about sharing it with us now?"

"Of course."

Malakin suddenly said:

"Why don't we just talk on our boat."

Since the spark was more serious and the Yongye was also deeply hurt, only the mother of tears had no trauma, the two agreed to go to the mother of tears for strategic discussion.

The conference room on the mother of tears is modeled on Barr's ancient monastery. The room is hexagonal in shape. Iron lanterns hanging on the wall shed mottled light, illuminating the neat patterns on the marble floor.

On the heavy Candlestick, the candle flame shook, and from time to time, melted tears trickled down quietly.

The ubiquitous niches were filled with stone carvings, and the carved Saint Gilles looked gloomily at everyone passing in front of it.

All kinds of echoes echoed on the high dome - the crisp sound of the blade across the stone, the thump of reinforced ceramic armor on the floor, and the rustle of power armor gloves across the data board.

There were no seats here, and everyone kept standing - the three battle commanders stood in the center, and their entourage lined up in turn.

In front of the heavily armed soldiers, a golden, slowly rotating holographic planet image clearly marked all the main areas.

Freon is a deeply fortified world, with large areas above the surface transformed into military facilities.

Such as the towering giant electric tower and the extra huge engines around them, they continuously provide abundant energy for the planet, and most of them are used to maintain the defense barrier above the main stronghold.

"These green skins have been entrenched here for two or three hundred years. There is enough time to strengthen their nests."

Mazar began to explain the results of the long-term investigation.

"During this time, they have spent a lot of energy to strengthen the world. Maybe the green leader knows that his fleet can't stop us for too long, so now he places all his hopes on ground defense. Look at these fortifications. Many of them are new."

Soshyan carefully examined the structural map in front of him. From an overall perspective, the northern hemisphere of Freon is almost covered by trenches and fortifications, most of which are built around heavy generators.

"What is this?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to a node above, from which countless cobweb like lines stretched out in disorder.

Mazar laughed.

"What you see is the heart of this planet, the connection network of all strongholds in the world. Look at this, this is our scanning record."

He flicked his finger to turn the translucent image into a solid, and several dots appeared on the thumbnail.

One of them shows the staggered external wall structure, which rises higher and higher with the naturally formed high and steep slopes.

Simple roads are built between different Highlands, linking circular areas that look like defensive towers.

Mazar further magnified the image so that everyone present could clearly see the continuous cannons on the ridge.

In the middle of the fortification, a towering fortress is standing high, surrounded by high walls, and countless defense towers at the top.

Like its own color, the surrounding land is also covered with a deep yellowish brown color.

"The fortress of the green warlord in the Freon system."

Soshyan nodded and silently measured the size of the fortress and the entry points that could be used.

"Shocking."

His eyes swept over the image floating in the air quickly, bringing all the details to his eyes.

"This fortress is bigger than most nests I have seen."

"Yes, according to our calculations, if we choose orbital bombing, it will take several months to disintegrate the defense of Freon's main star."

Mazar called up a series of data.

"And their shields, as you know, are difficult to destroy directly before energy is interrupted."