Charlotte?
Every rebel-army warrior upon the planet who heard this name felt a jolt in the heart.
Though Charlotte did not count among the rebel army's leaders, she was a kind of spirit — the rebel army's very banner!
You might not know all the rebel army's leaders, but you'd surely know there was a General Charlotte!
But two years ago, hadn't General Charlotte already been surrounded and annihilated by the Warhammer legion fleet, and given her life?
At this moment, everyone was baffled beyond measure.
General Ted's two fists were clenched tight, both his arms trembling without cease; he said, unable to believe it, "This is… this truly is Charlotte's voice!"
"General, calm yourself a moment; it may be a voice forged by the enemy!" the beast-folk adjutant at his side reminded him.
General Ted bored his gaze into that crystal screen, and said in a low, grave voice, "Whether it's real or not — very soon, we'll see the outcome revealed."
Close to 400 interstellar warships appearing out of thin air to the rear of the Warhammer interstellar legion had, too, alarmed the Warhammer interstellar legion's flagship.
"Where has this interstellar fleet come from?" A beast-folk fleet commander stood upon the bridge, boring his gaze into those 400 interstellar warships, his expression somewhat grave.
Though on his side he had an interstellar legion fleet, close to 3,000 interstellar warships — those 400 interstellar warships opposite, though no data on them could be called up within the starship database, from the hulls alone one knew they were no easily provoked sort.
That crimson-red interstellar giant-ship above all lent one a kind of intangible, oppressive pressure.
"I… I don't know; a moment ago, those who saw it reported that it seemed a white light-gate had appeared out of thin air, and these interstellar warships came welling forth out of the light-gate." the adjutant reported at his side.
And then, careful and cautious, he muttered, "This is only… under 400 interstellar warships; we have 3,000 interstellar warships; this… there shouldn't be any danger, should there?"
The fleet commander said nothing; he, too, dared not guarantee it.
His years of galloping across the interstellar battlefield gave him, at this moment, a great unease — a quite considerable unease.
Even the single most dangerous interstellar campaign he'd been through in this whole life had never brought him the kind of unease he felt now.
Those 400 interstellar warships had, at this moment, spread out into a battle formation, and were, at an even pace, sailing this way.
"Convey my order — the whole fleet, enter combat-readiness state!" the beast-folk fleet commander at once handed down the order.
They'd originally been idly ringed about that Ninth Planet; at this moment they at once gathered together, making ready to meet in battle the mysterious interstellar fleet opposite.
3,000 Warhammer interstellar warships, among which were fitted 100 T3 interstellar warships, the rest all T2-grade interstellar warships.
To use them to deal with the rebel-army remnants was more than enough and to spare.
The 3,000 interstellar warships waited in full array, the gun-mouths upon their hulls all trained toward those 400 interstellar warships opposite; the moment the commander gave the word, these 3,000 interstellar warships would launch the assault.
But it was just at this moment that, to the rear of the enemy fleet, there appeared a stretch of "meteors."
"Warning! Warning! Warning! A great quantity of interstellar missiles in transit has been detected!" the starship system's warning-tone sounded.
At the same time, the adjutant beside him cried out in terror, "Commander — the enemy has interstellar missile ships! T3-grade interstellar missile ships!" As he spoke, the adjutant called up an image captured by a reconnaissance satellite that had been released.
It was five T3 interstellar missile ships, just then in the scene of launching interstellar missiles.
Interstellar missile after interstellar missile launched, trailing tail-flames, out of these T3 interstellar missile ships' launch-units.
The launch frequency was quite astonishing!
It was near enough one missile hard upon the next; the "densely teeming" interstellar missiles directly formed a spectacular scene like a very meteor shower.
"Intercept! Intercept! Intercept these interstellar missiles for me!" In the fleet commander's two eyes was nothing but the reflection of those interstellar missiles, and his own deep terror.
Upon his starship radar, the number of interstellar missiles detected had already exceeded 50,000!
The 3,000 Warhammer interstellar warships had, at this moment, already begun full-firepower interception of these interstellar missiles; indeed, apart from their defensive weapons, they used even their own secondary guns and rapid-fire guns to conduct the interception.
Very nearly every single ship's captain, at this moment, the words they roared out most were "intercept," "defend."
Upon the planet, a White Tiger clan youth was dragging corpse after corpse out from the ruins where the fighting had just taken place — some of the corpses already battered beyond recognition, their four limbs incomplete.
The White Tiger youth's eye-rims were red and swollen, tear-tracks still upon his face, and upon his body was blood — whether his own or others', there was no knowing.
"Captain…" The White Tiger youth looked at the familiar face before him; agitated, he strained to move away the stone pressing upon it — but very soon, that round thing rolled down to the side of his feet.
The White Tiger youth froze a moment; he did not panic, but silently gathered that head into his arms.
At this point, he seemed to hear something, and lifted his head to look toward the sky.
He saw a gorgeous, resplendent sight.
"Captain — Sister Na, Senior Bighead — come quick and look at the meteor shower… what a beautiful meteor shower." The White Tiger youth squeezed out a trace of a smile, holding in his arms the head.
One could see, upon the clothing at his chest, a badge, upon which was written: "White Tiger's Fang, 399th Ground Combat Unit, subordinate 19th Tactical Squad…" The name behind it had already, on account of the blood-filth, become impossible to make out.
And at this moment, the "meteor shower" overhead struck into the Warhammer fleet-group; under the impact, more "meteor showers" appeared, and these "meteor showers," on account of the planet's gravity, began to fall plunging down toward this planet.
That scene was quite spectacular.
And there were, besides, a great many people gazing at this scene — so much so that no small number of rebel-army warriors hiding within the underground ruins walked out of the ruins and raised their heads toward the sky.
Among them was, too, that General Ted.
"Too bloody satisfying! Give it to the bastards!" General Ted clapped his hands in his delight; watching those Warhammer interstellar fleets explode and fall, one after another, he was glad beyond telling.
For all the world as though he'd shot down those interstellar warships with his own hand.
"So many interstellar missiles — this must've cost no small amount of money…" the beast-folk adjutant at his side gulped; though they had no equipment to calculate how many interstellar missiles there were, so dense a mass of interstellar missiles — even a naked-eye estimate told one there were upward of 10,000.
And though the Warhammer interstellar legion fleet was intercepting — of 3,000 interstellar warships, how much could they intercept?
10%?
20?
Or 30%?
And these interstellar missiles — by the might of them one could see that these were, besides, T3-grade!
The difficulty of intercepting them was greater.
The more so since, of those 3,000 interstellar warships, only 100 were T3 interstellar warships, the rest all T2 interstellar warships.
T2 interstellar warships intercepting T3-grade interstellar missiles — that was nothing if not a fool's daydream!
The wild storm of the interstellar missiles' bombardment set that stretch of the star-firmament alight.
For all the world as though proclaiming the return of a monarch!