I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 719: Chapter 441: If I Fall, There Will Be Countless Others Like Me【5100 Words, Seeking Monthly Tickets】_1

The ninety third-class fleets, whose main mission was to buy time and gather intelligence, suffered heavy losses in these seven months, with more than two trillion people killed in action.

After the initial chaos in the direct confrontation with the thousands of Angular Warships, the second-class fleets gained a deeper understanding of the Particle-interference Bomb, Black Hole Bomb, Beam Burst, Blade Mantis Swarm, and Mesh Link attacks employed by the enemy, stabilizing their position, and utilizing their numerical advantage and ever-changing tactics to fight and gradually gain the upper hand.

Although they still couldn’t destroy the enemy ships, the second-class fleets collected a vast amount of information.

Barnard’s Star Fleet achieved overwhelming dominance, with the situation looking promising both in terms of the formation and the overall strategy of the battle.

Although Barnard’s Star Fleet still suffered occasional losses, these numbers were bearable given the immense size of their military strength.

The Angular Warships retained their mobility advantage, but the disparity in numbers between the two sides was vast.

Once a Prism Ship entered the battlefield, no matter how quickly it changed its position, human battleships were always nearby ready to form coordinates and use their powerful energy to suppress the enemy.

Although humans were far less skilled in their use of energy than the Compound-Eyed Observers, they were able to overwhelm the enemy with sheer force.

To put it metaphorically, it was like a duel between two fighters, one representing the Compound-Eyed Observers and wielding a lethal sword, while the other representing humanity armed with a rotting wooden stick.

It seemed that the human fighter faced certain death, but the rotting stick was thirty feet long, weighing half a ton.

When this stick struck the sword-wielding fighter, they would undoubtedly be flung helplessly.

The Compound Eye Prism Ships’ once-successful tactic of using mesh links to divide the battlefield and then defeat the foes individually was no longer effective.

Regardless of how the Prism Ships divided the battlefield, each one found itself surrounded by human battleships.

With Cosmic-class Battleships equipped with Stellar Cannons, Black Hole Bomb Arrays, Antimatter Bomb Arrays, Space-tearing High-energy Explosions, Curvature Subspace Neutron Bullets, Physical Toxin Bullets as powerful as the original Blade Mantis, Spatial Collapse Cannon, Fighter-borne Phased String Flow Guns, Austrian Cannons and Austrian Rifles, Unified Force-cutting Shots, High-energy Dissolving Fluid from Swallow-type Sub-lives…

All the weaponry humans could muster was finally deployed.

However, none of them achieved the desired effect, and they couldn’t even shake the direction of the enemy ship’s advance.

Over the seven months, Barnard’s Star Fleet had lost about a million Cosmic-class Battleships and more than thirty million Orion Arm Battleships, along with countless other medium and small warships and fighters.

The number of Compound Eye Prism Ships did not decrease by a single one.

Even when the human weapons occasionally broke through the energy shields of the Prism Ships, they still couldn’t harm the hull of the enemy vessels.

Scientists and engineers at the rear of the battle line had already exhausted all their efforts, but they couldn’t even understand how much more powerful humanity’s weapons needed to be, or if they had an insurmountable gap with the enemy.

The commanders on the battlefield also used up all their wisdom, tried countless new tactics, combining different ammunitions and weapons to find some hopeful variables facing the impenetrable Wall of Sighs.

But all of it was useless.

It seemed that Barnard’s Star Fleet had “trapped” this particular Prism Ship fleet, but in some ways, the main human combat forces were also being held up by the enemy.

By now, almost all of the original ninety third-class fleets had been wiped out, but the intensity of the war in the hundred major warzones had not abated in the slightest.

More and more reserve forces were being deployed to the frontlines.

In the planetary systems of the major warzones, young and able-bodied locals, and even older residents, were being drafted and sent to fight.

As for the children and elderly within the warzone stars who couldn’t handle the intensity of the battlefield, they were gradually evacuated to the outer regions aboard escape vessels.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The sixty-four development star regions had also completed wartime redeployment, sending replacement soldiers to reorganize the third-class fleets and relocating frozen embryos, as well as experts in fields such as education, psychology, and construction to escape aboard Fire Dragon Giants in an effort to evacuate more people from the Orion Arm.

The plan for cultivating human reserve forces had also been strictly implemented.

Human reproduction was rapidly increasing.

More reserve Dyson Membrane seeds were deployed to an increasing number of idle star systems in order to harness more energy from the stars.

Reserve modular planet-building units were also fully deployed, creating temporary habitats for the rapid expansion of the human population.

In truth, it was unfair to bring these children into the world in such a time of crisis.

But there was no other choice.

Humanity had no way out.

Either win the war or hold the enemy in the Orion Arm as long as possible, giving more hope to those who managed to escape.

It might be that a large number of these children won’t live to adulthood, but if the population is large enough, some people will always manage to survive the wave of destruction.

So once one generation falls, there will be another to take its place.

The leadership of the Morrowind Empire had already established this cruel yet hope-filled hundred-year resistance plan when they had discovered that their people in the Proxima Centauri System were being slaughtered without the ability to fight back.

The living members of the Morrowind Empire had only one thought – even in defeat, they must keep the enemy bogged down in the Orion Arm for a hundred years.