Wushite Empire
Lude, buzzing with excitement, said to Duoduo La, "Feitian's stuck in Boer Empire—perfect chance to strike." He added, "He thinks killing Tuorsi and forcing that idiot Boer to call a ceasefire settles it? Too green. We raise our banner, spin his Boer atrocities, and watch small nations band against him."
"Brother Lude, brilliant! One move pins Feitian down," Duoduo La flattered. Lude paused, then asked, "How many troops you got left?"
Duoduo La froze, thinking, Not sending me as cannon fodder, is he? "Just two million warships. Some Pandora remnants joined, but without spare ships, they're useless," he said, sighing.
"They're in position, right? Bit low. I'll assign four million more warships under your command. Six million should do," Lude said.
Duoduo La lit up. "Thanks, Brother Lude! Six million to hit an undefended Flying Dragon Star? Easy pickings."
"Good. I'll tie down their western garrisons. You hit Flying Dragon Star—we'll cover each other," Lude said. Duoduo La thought, Tie down? Sure, if it weren't for the western planets' treasures, you'd bother. Still, he mused, Maybe I'll snag something on Flying Dragon Star. Both schemed silently.
Sirius Star Zone
The Sirius Star Zone, guarded by Qinglong Legion since Kamet ceded it to Sky Dragon Empire, was a tri-nation hotspot, now hosting over six million troops from three sides.
Lang Wuyu approached Commander Telanke. "Commander, why's the enemy so quiet today?"
Telanke chuckled. "Too quiet, right? Even normal days aren't this calm. What's it tell you?"
"Feels like a big war's brewing, like before," Lang Wuyu said confidently.
"Sharp instincts. His Majesty foresaw this, pulling ten regular legions here. Kamet's troops are just stopping Wushite from dragging them into the fire. If they don't stab us in the back, we're lucky. We rely on ourselves," Telanke analyzed.
"We're not scared. Space Fortresses alone could sweep that trash without us lifting a finger," Lang Wuyu said carelessly.
Telanke smiled. "Think His Majesty fears them?" "No, but he's cautious, right?" Lang Wuyu guessed.
"His real plan's to conquer Wushite, annex it. From here, without Wushite's territory, we're cut off from the outside. Detouring via Little Milky Way's a slog. Take Wushite, and we halve the distance. Get it?"
"His Majesty's been planning this?" Lang Wuyu asked, half-doubting.
"Of course. Why else equip Golden Dragon Legion with Space Fortresses first, stationing them here? Even without Pandora's wildcard, war with Wushite was inevitable," Telanke said.
Wushite Empire
"Marshal Milo, you're on frontal assault. Pin them down for three days after we strike—no reinforcements can reach them, or we risk annihilation," Lude X instructed the sixty-plus-year-old Marshal Milo.
"Your Majesty, as long as I breathe, Sky Dragon won't set foot in Wushite," Milo vowed fiercely.
"Good. Your words reassure me," Lude said, delighted, then turned to General Jiteli beside Milo. "General Ji, your mission to Sky Dragon's star system is no less perilous. It's their heartland. Seize the Gemini System's three planets, search for the hidden treasure. If it's not there, merge your three million warships with Duoduo La's four million, swing behind Pandora System, and trap them with Milo. Clear?"
"Clear, Your Majesty," Jiteli replied.
Lude raised a glass, beaming. "To your swift return—Wushite's hope rests on you. Cheers!"
Sky Dragon Calendar 0009, January
Three days after Emperor Feitian rushed to Boer Empire to rescue Consort Shasha, Wushite declared war on Sky Dragon, issuing a galactic proclamation framing it as a "just war" to liberate oppressed small nations. Their slogan: "Down with cosmic hegemonism! Destroy the vile devil Makino Feitian!"
That same day, Sky Dragon's third Space Fortress, Emperor, completed testing and joined the Palace Guard Legion. As Sky Dragon's people celebrated, Wushite launched a surprise attack on the Sirius defense forces.
Telanke, as usual, sipped hot green tea post-wakeup, a habit since discovering it on Earth. His cup bore a thick tea stain. Flipping through Empire News, he scanned for interesting bits, having missed a few days. He loved Minister Gong Shuyun's serialized novel, The Man Who Strived to Sixty. Telanke barely knew Gong personally—just a fun guy, always rushed at meetings. He recalled a News interview:
Reporter: "Minister, thanks for sparing time for us."
Gong Shuyun: "Haha, no problem. It's part of my job."
Reporter (puzzled): "Why say that?"
Gong Shuyun: "I oversee Empire Resources—anything resource-related, including human resources, is my gig."
Reporter: "So witty! No wonder your novel's a hit. Empire News should give you a bonus. Without you, it wouldn't be this hot."
Gong Shuyun: "Really? Ask if they can pay early—I'm broke, can't afford meals."
Reporter: "No way!"
Gong Shuyun: "True story. Donated all my savings to the last war fund, didn't notice. Empress Xue'er, for my bond with His Majesty, let me mooch at the palace. But I goofed—saw these gorgeous fish from Kangjia Empire, killed and ate one. Tasted divine. Then the Inspector General nabbed me for damaging imperial property and bilateral ties. Me, really?"
Reporter: "How'd you settle it?"
Gong Shuyun: "Xue'er made me pay full price. Now the Inspector General snatches my salary for 'reparations' before I see it."
Reporter: "Sounds like your novel!"
Gong Shuyun: "Wrote it in a huff—plus, it pays. If I don't strive to sixty, how'll I clear that debt? Sales are good, so I kept going. Ask the News editors for me."
Reporter: "(—%...%"*
"Commander, frontline report: Wushite crossed our system border ten minutes ago and attacked," the adjutant saluted, interrupting Telanke's reading.
"Heh, they came." As his wife helped him dress, Telanke told the adjutant, "Report to Commander Long. Prep all warships—five minutes, everyone ready."
"Yes."
At the command ship, Telanke ran into Lang Wuyu. "Commander." "I know the situation—let's hit the front," Telanke said.
"Risky, no?" Lang Wuyu hesitated.
"His Majesty fights personally. We're not above him. Come, brother." At the front, both sides traded fierce fire, stray shots blowing up warships.
"Adjutant, order squadrons to dock and merge into single units for combat," Telanke commanded, seeing a Sky Dragon ship destroyed.
"Yes." The adjutant relayed the order.
Through the viewport, Telanke watched squadrons merge. Terrifying super-warships formed—Sky Dragon's secret weapon. Warships docked, central ships channeling energy to outer ones, boosting defense beyond a hundred-ship squadron's sum. With imperial tech maxed out on single-ship defense, this was a game-changer, amplifying outer ships' firepower.
"Marshal, we're taking heavy losses. What's Sky Dragon pulling?" a fleet commander asked Milo. Milo, worried, noted they'd lost over a thousand ships in twenty minutes to Sky Dragon's two. At this rate, forget three days—three hours was doubtful.
Sky Dragon's ship merging stunned the veteran marshal. A hundred ships docked in under two minutes, showcasing elite training. Grasping the battlefield, Milo ordered, "All fleets, spread out—keep one ship-length apart."
Too late. Merged Sky Dragon warships unleashed photon cannons, shredding slow-moving Wushite ships. Milo winced as thousands more turned to cosmic dust in moments.
Fists clenched, Milo rallied. Losing confidence now would doom them. Eyes sharp, he ordered, "All legions, focus fire on single Sky Dragon ships—no scattering." Forty million ships per legion could down one—learned from Sky Dragon's two losses. Milo's savvy was undeniable, though against Telanke's ancestral experience, he was outmatched.
Telanke noticed Wushite's shift, realizing they'd spotted the weakness. Before the war, Feitian had warned: No ship matches ours one-on-one, but millions of beams from thousands of ships will hurt. If they figure it, move fast, thin their fire to safe levels.
"Order every fifty ships to form a team, target their warships," Telanke commanded. This forced one-on-one fights. Wushite's numerical edge meant little—their beams were chopsticks to Sky Dragon's thigh-sized blasts, with longer range and greater lethality. Wushite ships crumbled under the barrage.
A legion's combined beams clashed with fifty super-warships' volleys, cosmic shockwaves melting asteroids into slag or glass. Wushite's weaker beams, united, matched Sky Dragon's momentarily, but as they weakened, they fizzled against Sky Dragon's shields. Sky Dragon's high-energy crystals powered continuous laser fire, unlike Wushite's pulsed cannons with delays, giving Sky Dragon the edge in this tug-of-war.
"Crew losses on those two ships?" Telanke asked Lang Wuyu. "Grim. Each ship's thirty-man crew, mostly robotic soldiers, lost forty from Pandora and Little Milky Way. Dragon Armor and armament warriors survived."
Telanke sighed silently. At least Sky Dragon and Milky Way warriors lived—not dismissing other systems' lives, but if armored warriors fell, the war's stakes would skyrocket. It proved Wushite wasn't yet a core threat. Twenty billion armored Sky Dragon warriors—what a thrilling, terrifying sight.
"Wuyu, report this clash to the Imperial Academy. Push for armor like Dragon Armor's material to boost soldier survival. Training a soldier takes far longer than building a ship," Telanke ordered.
"Got it," Lang Wuyu nodded.
A-Long appeared on the comm screen. Crews, except operators, saluted. "General Telanke, how's your front holding?" A-Long asked, cutting to the chase.
"Commander, Wushite's led by their veteran Marshal Milo. We lost two ships early. They found our ships' weak spot, but we're holding steady with no further losses," Telanke reported.
A-Long frowned. "Situation's tight. Three regular legions guard Sky Dragon's system line against rear attacks; two, per His Majesty's orders, are circling behind Wushite. Hold the line. It's 8:15 now—Golden Dragon's Third Legion arrives at noon. Push them back, or wipe them out if you can. Another Wushite fleet's hit Sky Dragon System, fighting Yellow Dragon Legion. We've no spare forces, and time's short. Show Sky Dragon's might. If needed, I'll send a Space Fortress." He vanished.
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