I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1077 - 650 The Rise of Zheng Mo
Chapter 1077: Chapter 650: The Rise of Zheng Mo
Chapter 1077 -650: The Rise of Zheng Mo
From then on, the intensity of the siege on Oasis Star Base suddenly decreased, and the United Fleet shattered the shackles that had been oppressing them for years.
However, the battle didn’t immediately end, as the United Fleet’s counterattack began.
After months of relentless pursuit and fierce attacks, the Pseudo-human Corps attacking the Oasis Star, along with other remnants of the slave tribes, were defeated and scattered. Some were wiped out, some retreated, and others were captured.
But the Compound Eye Slaves Tribe showed no intention of surrendering; not because these enslaved races were particularly brave, but purely because they had all undergone biological modifications and multiple control measures imposed by the Compound-Eyed Observer , just like the Fish Star People in the past.
Once they abandoned the idea of attacking humans, these enslaved tribes would die quickly.
However, the new blockade technology invented by humans managed to capture all of these enslaved tribes before their deaths, just like how humans were once locked by a unified freezing force.
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The retreating Compound Eye Fleet was still attempting to reorganize and restore their combat strength.
However, the United Fleet abandoned their previous defensive posture, striking first, quickly deploying interference clouds that blocked warp-flight and fold-jump, trapping a large number of enemies within a 0.5 light-year diameter of cosmic space. Then, humans utilized their military strength advantage to perform flanking movements, disperse and penetrate, quickly integrating their strength in a small area, forming an advantageous concentration for annihilation. In just over a week, more than 80% of the newly reorganized Compound Eye Fleet was annihilated, 10% escaped, and 10% were captured.
From then on, the Compound Eye’s forces near Oasis Star were completely shattered and could no longer organize a systematic offensive.
Oasis Bridgehead was officially established.
Humans truly created an oasis near the enemy’s base.
Afterward, economic, industrial, technological, and population growth began to expand exponentially.
Everyone knew that this hard-won peace was actually quite short-lived.
A more arduous battle was bound to await them.
The work efficiency of the United Fleet’s military and civilians suddenly rose to new heights, as they prepared for battle day and night.
The number of ships in the United Fleet began to increase rapidly, counting up to hundreds of thousands every month.
The population growth rate slowed down slightly as a large number of stored frozen embryos were “hatched” and consumed, but it still maintained a scale of tens of millions per month, and the number of infants quickly exceeded one billion.
At this point, whether it was the Third Generation or Fourth Generation of the Nameless Generation, they had found the meaning and highest mission of their lives under the guidance of the Destiny Covenant Mark.
No matter the civilization or era, some people always carry more burdens than others.
These people are the warriors among humans, the soldier ants among ants, and the soldier bees in bee swarms.
Indeed, no one is born to sacrifice themselves for others.
But if everyone thinks this way, this civilization is doomed to perish.
Because no one is born with the right to watch others sacrifice themselves for them without guilt.
Civilization always has division of labor.
Some people are responsible for creating in the peaceful years behind the frontlines, while others must fight bravely on the frontlines, bearing the fate of everyone.
Since destiny has already made a decision, the Nameless Generations in the Nameless Fleet chose to accept their own fate with open hearts.
No one thought about why they had to suffer from birth; instead, they all expressed great pride in being the most valiant fighting people among Earth humans, having been born from the Nameless Generation of Oasis Star.
While the great development on the human side was in full swing, the strategic command center on the side of the Compound-Eyed Observer was bewildered.
From any perspective, the Human Fleet rooted in the Oasis Star should not have been a match for the Compound Eye Fleet, and at best, could have only held out for two or three years.
But the fact was that they had lost this battle.
The plan was to use the giant Stargate, which was supposed to last for hundreds of years, to send over the main fleet, but the gate was gone after only the first batch had gone through, and the second batch had just been assembled and was preparing to pass.
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The first batch of main fleets was unfortunately trapped.
The extremely difficult strategy of using Pseudo-humans for divide and conquer not only completely failed but was used against them by humans, who struck the very heart and destroyed the large reserves of resources that were supposed to slow the United Fleet down for at least ten years, if not fifty.
Although the Compound-Eyed Observer, as a mechanized-thinking arthropod lifeform, didn’t have the complex and fluctuating emotions of Earth humans, the Fly Eye strategists still wanted to curse them out.
If their group thinking could be translated into human-readable language, it would probably go like this:
How are the brains of these damn meatworms structured, and why do they have such complex and uncontrollable thoughts in that pile of “garbage cells” that look so devoid of structural beauty?
How cunning are Earth humans, and how much treachery do they have in their hearts?
Why do they keep coming up with all sorts of weird tactics that are disdained by the high-level cosmic civilizations?
Why does this short-lived civilization have such terrifying potential for explosive growth and seemingly limitless capacity to learn cosmic laws, and why are they so warlike?
Why do the same calculations, similar technology levels, and roughly equal firepower lead to theoretically evenly matched battles always inevitably tilting against us?
