Malakin looked back from the hologram and looked at the head of the bitter Walker regiment.

"So you don't recommend it?"

"I was worried about green reinforcements from outside the galaxy. Now they have been destroyed, but another problem comes."

Mazar mused:

"In the previous naval battle, all fleets lost a lot. There are few warships left that can carry out orbital bombing. I'm afraid the existing firepower can't handle it for a few months."

According to postwar statistics, after the naval battle in the asteroid belt, the entire expedition fleet lost nearly 40% of its warships, including more than 50% of light warships and nearly 30% of heavy warships, excluding the loss of the transport fleet.

At least half of the surviving capital ships, including the spark, were seriously damaged and had to withdraw from the battle sequence for maintenance.

Now only the mother of tears, the fire of punishment, and several heavy cruisers can carry out orbital bombing missions.

"We now have three battle groups, with a total of nearly 1000 soldiers, who can go straight to the fortress and cut off the head of the beast."

Malakin thought things might not be that complicated.

"It's a good idea to point to the point and kill with one blow."

Mazar said calmly:

"But please take a closer look at this broader picture."

The projection narrowed again. Several kilometers away from the fortress wall, the ground was covered with dense trenches and shacks, with an average of thousands per square kilometer.

As Mazar continues to reduce the image scale, more and more fortresses and fortresses roll into the field of vision, and even several are as large as warlord fortresses.

"This is the most highly militarized area on the planet. It's not difficult to clear the way into the fortress, but once we send troops, they will be surrounded by layers... The large-scale green skin is really difficult to deal with, so I suggest it's best to be cautious."

Soshyan raised his eyebrows.

"So we are here waiting for the tribunal's extinction fleet?"

Mazar shook his head.

"They won't come. There are some emergencies in Chicano. The court fleet went to deal with them."

"In that case..."

After thinking for a moment, soshyan thought of another scheme that had been implemented.

"In the previous action to destroy gage, the Imperial Navy adopted a plan to push the asteroid in orbit out of orbit and use it to destroy the green city."

Hearing the speech, the other two battle leaders immediately brightened up.

"Brother soshyan, you mean, push Freon's satellite to the ground?"

Soshyan nodded.

After thinking for a while, Mazar put forward his own question.

"But the satellite is not more massive than asteroid debris. It has a much larger mass. It is not easy to push it out of orbit and hit the predetermined target. It may take months."

"Yes, but Freon has five satellites in orbit. We only need to push one of them."

"A satellite, I'm afraid, can't completely erase the green skin on it."

"We don't have to kill all the aliens on it at once."

Soshyan smiled.

"As long as the enemy chieftain is beheaded, the rest are mobs. They can no longer form an effective threat in a short time. The finishing work can be handed over to the brothers of the mourners."

Listening to him, Mazar was stunned for a second, and then looked at malakin thoughtfully.

Malakin also heard the hint of the other party's payment, but he hesitated.

"This --"

"Well, don't worry too much. You serve the emperor everywhere, malakin brothers."

Soshyan patted each other on the shoulder, and malakin nodded silently, which was the default of the scheme.

Then, soshyang smiled at Mazar and cut the image in front of him into a fixed state. In addition to the central Great Wall, he could see three large defensive positions around it.

"My rough tactical plan is to send all star armies to the East, and establish a defense line on our right side to block any enemy supporting the fortress. The mourner's combat brothers and our mortal auxiliary army troops land in the north. The goal is to destroy the engine group powered by the shield, make their shields lose power and ensure that we can make accurate orbit During the attack, our regiment and the battle robot formation landed from the west of the fortress, captured the smaller fortresses around, occupied the surrounding roads, and completely cut off the connection between the reinforcements and the fortress. "

"What about this fortress?"

Mazar asked again.

"Of course it's yours, Lord Mazar."

Soshyan gave a positive reply.

"If you hope so, the honor of winning is yours."

"It's a good plan."

Lord Mazar smiled and said softly.

"That's it."

Another hour later, the three war leaders finally concluded the meeting and said goodbye.

The fleet will pull away again, and the less damaged ships will go to the temporary dock of gage for repair, while the more damaged warships must immediately go to the nearby foundry world or the world with higher industrial level for long-term repair - the spark should be the latter, but because the battle group must participate in subsequent operations, Only simple maintenance and reinforcement can be carried out at gage.

The fleet with relatively well preserved strength went to the orbit of Freon's main star.

At present, a solid blockade has been established on the whole track, and small naval ships are swaying in the air and patrolling back and forth from the pole of freon to the equator

Although the general attack was launched a month later, this period does not mean that the green people will be idle.

The remaining fleet of punishment fire has recalibrated their artillery aimed at enemy ships, this time targeting shields shrouded on the planet's surface.

With the falling shells, the clank sound after clank is noisy in the starry sky.

After the bombing began, malakin returned to the bridge.

At this time, the Holy Blood priest of the regiment came in, also fully armed, but his pace seemed heavy and slow.

He watched his war chief sitting on the command throne and asked questions.

"How did it turn out?"

"Soshyan is a good man. He doesn't blame us and has made a new battle plan."

The priest raised his arms and leaned against the nearby post.

"You seem to admire him."

"That's right."

Malakin grinned.

"I admire him very much. He is very young, but he has an unusual bearing."

He cast a thoughtful look at the priest.

"He is not only an excellent soldier, but also an excellent diplomat."

"Your description reminds me of that man."

Hearing the speech, malakin's whole body suddenly froze.

Then the priest straightened up and whispered the cursed name.

"Ruft Huron."