Chapter 788: Close to

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A scarred Lere space fighter aircraft dangled steadily close to the Milokker 1 space port.
Seeing the fighter plane, the airport towed the ship and quickly ejected the tractor, attached to the wing that had penetrated two large holes, and dragged it to the fighter aerodrome of the airport.
When the fighter stopped, the ground crew and medical staff who had been waiting for them ran quickly.
People handed down a pilot who was close to a coma from a fighter plane, put it on a stretcher for basic treatment, and rushed to the hospital with a base car.
The base car with a stretcher flew away.
The hustle and bustle of the tarmac has returned to emptyness and tranquility.
A medical soldier sat on the ground wearily, and looked at the ground crew as they dragged the tattered fighter to the repair shop.
The rift in the warframe, bullet marks and burnt tail thrusters were shocking. He couldn't imagine how this fighter plane flew back!
Beside him, a dozen pilots stood hand in hand, waiting silently. "A few more," an old colonel murmured, looking up at the empty starry sky.
They are waiting for the fighter plane to return from the front line of the Newton space jump point.
Originally, these fighters were all carrier-based aircraft of the USS Endeavor, but in the fierce battle that just happened, the old USS Endeavor was finally defeated by the Binalt Empire due to the slow speed of the ship's hull Surrounded by a group of high-speed destroyers outspoken, half an hour after the fierce battle, the whole ship was martyred and martyred.
Eight hundred space fighters that lost their motherships continued the battle for an entire hour. They frantically fought and fought in the most dangerous movements in the enemy ship cluster. Many fighters directly hit the enemy ship bridge at high speed after finishing the ammunition. Their battle gave Le Lei fleet a breathing chance.
When the Lerei fleet temporarily forced back the main battleship of Binart and came to support, there were only a few of the 800 fighters left.
At this moment, the battle for the jumping point continues, and the Chuckner Fleet and the Catania Fleet stationed on the Miro 2 have already rushed to support. And these exhausted pilots who lost the space carrier can only rely on the fighter's steering thruster to slowly fly back to Millock.
They have so little energy that they dare not even open the main thruster.
Everyone is waiting, counting, so far, only 26 fighters have returned to Millock.
Not far behind is the base building.
On the wall of the lobby of the building's spacious pilot pre-war room, pictures of the sacrificial pilot were posted. It was a handsome and handsome guy. They wear beautiful pilot uniforms and white broad-brimmed military hats, or stand in front of their fighters, or hug their girlfriends, wives, parents, or hug their children ...
Without exception, they are all laughing.
Some people's eyes squinted in the sun, some people mischievously gestured behind their companions, some people were posing slyly, some people were showing their white teeth in happiness ... ...
For a long time, no fighters appeared again. The starry sky outside the port was silent.
The pilots standing hand in hand, bowed their heads sadly. Ground crews and medical staff, no matter what they do, have carefully lightened their footsteps, fearing to disturb the pilots waiting for their companions to return.
They knew that after today, more than 700 photos will be added to the walls of the pilot's pre-war preparation room. When they thought of these lives, they disappeared into the vast universe, and they couldn't help feeling sad.
The Lerei Federation is too hard and too tired to support.
Now fighting at the jumping point of the Newton galaxy, except for a few new battleships that can't even get to bed for the rest cabin, the others are all scarred old antiques.
Many warships have been in use since the outbreak of the Patriotic War five years ago. It is not known how many battles have been fought, how many repairs have been performed, how many parts have been replaced, and how much blood has been cleaned.
The recruits set foot on the battleship, and under the guidance of the veterans, drove her to the sky and fought against the enemy.
Then, they also became veterans, driving a warship that was getting more and more backward, and even weaker, leading a group of younger recruits and continuing to fight.
This is the Patriotic War of Leray.
Tragic, tragic, but unyielding!


Putting down the documents gently, Flavio slowly stood up and walked out of the office without a word. Several military generals, officials of the Ministry of Defense and staff of the President ’s Office followed closely behind him.
Through the empty and silent corridor, everyone's footsteps sounded very clear. Afternoon sunlight, through the window, reflected on the ground a piece of gold marks divided by the window frame.
The tall automatic door in the meeting room opened and Flavio paused.
The gray-haired old man, standing at the door of the meeting room, has deep concave eyes, like the deep blue lake water, gazing calmly at the people in the meeting room.
The high-ranking military and government officials all stood up and looked back at their president.
Flavio, this familiar and combative veteran familiar to every Lerei, is no longer tall. He lost a lot of weight, and he was much older.
The suit that had been fitted on him had gradually become bigger. There are more and more wrinkles on the face, the skin looks a little slack, and the corners of the mouth and eyes begin to collapse.
In the short period of one year after returning to Lere, this old man has already exhausted all his energy for Lere.
"Just received the battle report," Flavio slowly walked into the conference room and walked to the podium, saying calmly: "My Leray fleet, with the help of friendly forces, once again repulsed the attack of the Shelton fleet. However, Because of the continuous operations of the fleet, logistics supplies and ship maintenance have been unable to keep up. This battle has suffered great losses. "
"The space carrier Fenzhan has fallen, and the entire ship has 12,000 officers and soldiers. Except for the 26 pilots who survived the flight, they were all martyred to the country. In this campaign, the eighth Lelei mixed fleet lost six battleships and 21 cruisers Thirty-three destroyers. They are the battleship Gemini, the battleship Tiger, the battleship Atlantis, and the cruiser New Roman ... "
Flavio's voice echoed in the empty conference room. The names of battleships sounded in the ears of people sitting silently like sculptures, and gradually disappeared. It seemed to blend into the sunlight passing through the window, in the floating dust.
After reading the battle report, Flavio slowly closed the folder.
"I must tell everyone ..." Flavio bowed his head heavily: "Within three months, the Lere Federation, it is no longer possible to piece together any mixed fleet. What we have left now There are only two old-fashioned space carriers and four A-class fleets. Even with the help of Chuckner and other allied fleets, we ca n’t hold on for a week.

His eyes slowly looked around and looked into everyone's eyes.
"Gentlemen, be prepared for more difficult ground battles."


"Fat." An Lei gently hugged the fat man's waist from behind and leaned his face against his back.
"What's wrong?" The fat man turned his head halfway, grabbed An Lei's hand, and shook ten hands together.
The woman's soft body, if it is boneless, exudes a natural light fragrance, and is attached to the body, but it makes people not born with a bit of beautiful thoughts, but only feels warm and comfortable.
"Mom asked me to scold you," Anne murmured: "You shouldn't take risks for him, and make her anxious, saying you were raped."
With that, An Lei pouted and laughed.
Thinking of Ann's anxiety and worry, the fat man's face was thick and he couldn't help but blush.
An Lei gently twisted on the fat man's waist, and said: "You said you, why are you such a headless thing, my mother saw you crying on TV, chasing me and asking, how to explain She was not at ease, saying that the boy would not lose money in this respect, so she was worried that the woman was sick. "
The fat man drooped his eyes, and he was heartbroken.
In An Ma's heart, he was able to stand no matter how big he was, and he was also the little fat man who burst into tears when he met a mouse.
Others do not believe that Barbara can herself, but Ann is convinced. From the perspective of the old lady who protects the short, as long as you don't stare for a while, the fat man will be bullied.
"In case," the fat man said, "What if she is really sick?"
"Fat fat man, you ..." An Lei raised his head and thumped his back hard with his fists, and his red face was buried the fat man's back, muttering: "If you dare ... It ’s okay with me anyway, so Margaret worried them! "
An Lei's voice is very nice.
Clear and crisp, sweet and touching, with a little tender childish voice, even Helen who hosted the show also envy An Lei's natural voice. When chatting in the small building of the Embassy of Chaknalere, she once said that she could let the Nan people go through the fire for her only by her voice. If it was ... it would make people crazy.
Coupled with her inherently gentle and supple temperament, and the smooth and fair skin that makes people jealous, put it in ancient times, it is definitely a evil of evil. To lose three emperors and five emperors and bring disaster to the country and the people depends on the mood.
What's more annoying is that she looks so beautiful and her figure is so good.
Sometimes, girls talk about women ’s private topics together, and they also compare their bodies. She was lying on the sofa in her pajamas, just smiling and listening.
But the bust, the waist, and the round, beautiful buttocks that appeared when she changed her clothes. When Nia waited for the girl to see her, she felt discouraged and jealous of biting her.
Everyone doesn't understand, how can such a girl be like a fat boy with a fat man!
At the first military academy in Chakna, I did not know how many male students who regarded her as a goddess in their dreams. They were heartbroken when they saw her and fat guy kissing goodbye at the school gate.
Listening to An Lei's shy voice and feeling the girl's face buried in the back, the fat man said narrowly: "It has nothing to do with you? What do you mean?"
"It doesn't matter at all!" An Lei whispered, her eyes bent with a smile on her blushing pretty face.
The two of them stood quietly in front of the window, feeling the rare warm moment.
Outside the window, the bandit fleet waiting for the jumping point in Al-Aqsa is getting closer and closer. Beside them, the five Phantom Fleets, which are completely organized according to the two-headed eagle force, like a proud eagle, send a light signal of greetings to their equally powerful new companions.
"Mum and I both want to be Lei Lei." An Lei stared at the starry sky softly.
The fat man didn't speak, his eyes flickered slightly in the light of the stars.
Five days away from Leray Federal.
And ahead, Russell's fleet is ready. Also starting out, ready to join, is the 12th and 13th Fleet of Chakner sent by Li Cunxin.
More and more companions along the way.
Lere, waiting for us!
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