Chapter 153
The Galactic Empire was unified, but at the cost of losing many warships and soldiers in a civil war that lasted over a year. Several star systems in the heart of the empire also lost large populations as they were fought over by petty warlords. The empire would have to lick its wounds for some time.
The alliance also gained a new unity, only to become more economically chaotic. The Republic of Bharat, with its capital and economic, military, and cultural center on the planet Heinrichsen, naturally became the main body and most influential country in the newly formed alliance after owning several surrounding star systems. However, the military of the alliance is now also in disarray, and it will take a lot of time to reorganize the previously unified command system, and the various disturbances between separatism and new and old governmentism will also need time to make up for the divisions they have caused among ordinary citizens. In short, the alliance is currently unable and incompetent to launch a war against the Empire. The galaxy unexpectedly gained peace, but no one knows how long this peace can last.
Fahvern still got his marshal rank, only the ranks of his subordinates were also promoted. Now he has a marshal as chief of staff, an admiral of the fleet as commander of the detachment and an admiral as commander of the assault fleet, even the prematurely deceased General Karl was posthumously awarded the title of marshal.
Compared to him, the new emperor of the empire, Reinhard, has become an idol. Almost all policies are submitted by his empress, and general affairs do not require his involvement at all. The power of the entire empire only allows him to decide where to review troops and travel. However, due to his handsome appearance, he can still serve as a beautiful flowerpot emperor to some extent.
Time flies, and Reinhard's son was born. However, the Emperor fell ill. The cause of his persistent low-grade fever was unknown, and it continued to torment him. Farnese, as a member of the imperial nobility, went to visit the Emperor and returned muttering: "Persistent low-grade fever? I somehow feel like this illness is familiar... It has a 20th-century feel to it?"
The blond lion persisted for half a year, and finally announced that it was incurable. "This illness has also developed too quickly, right?" A group of electors whispered to each other, but according to the prior agreement, the second emperor's candidate had already been set as Reinhard's son - Emperor Alex, this 2-year-old child became the highest power holder in the Galactic Empire, and the Empress Dowager would act on behalf of the Emperor until he came of age.
Favniel never married, and Shutruk-Nakhkhunte repeatedly advised him to find a woman and have children. "Do you want the dynasty of the Grand Duke of Bohemia to die out in one generation? Don't you see that I'm already married and my child will be born in six months? You scoundrel, hurry up and find yourself a wife!"
Favni's nominal fiancée had married the artist Tyutchev, and Favni himself loudly lamented before old friends: "Now I've become the Grand Duke of Bohemia! Even going to find a prostitute has no freedom left! My life is over! The fun is gone! And you still want me to go find another shackle?"
Fafnir is still the same bird, only now he no longer has the freedom to visit brothels. He can only book women through the internet... As a result, countless women with desires in their hearts or their relatives recommended impersonating online prostitutes and entered Odin's remote "Dragon Hole". However, not one person was able to fulfill their wish - "to become pregnant with a child".
In the 495th year of the Galactic Empire, the galaxy had been at peace for five years. The empire's warship losses had been numerically replenished, and with just cause to rule the galaxy, it once again launched a punitive expedition against the "rebels". This punitive expedition was led by Marshal Fahvern, accompanied by General Ronger, General Dark, and with General Shuttkhov as chief of staff, commanding 25,000 warships as the first wave of a large-scale strategic operation.
For five years, the Alliance had finally managed to unify its military command at home and made some defensive preparations in the Fesha star system, but due to bureaucratic wrangling in the Grand Council, little funding was allocated for building defense facilities. Now they would have to pay the price for their bureaucratic inefficiency...
Fawniel led the twenty-five thousand warships to easily break through the Alliance's defensive line at the exit of Feisha. "These guys have been doing nothing but building a surveillance space station for five years?" He exclaimed at the Alliance's inaction, and said to his subordinates, "It would be great if it was like this behind us, armed parade."
After Favniel reported "No enemy fleet in sight ahead", the fleets of Rovantal, Midamaya and others also rushed out of Fesha Corridor, following the footsteps of Favniel's fleet to penetrate deep into the Allied forces.
The Alliance fleet had not suffered losses in the turmoil of these years, they did not fight a civil war like the Empire, so relatively speaking, the Alliance's fleet formation was quite intact. Soon, they appeared before Fawkes.
"Bikougu, Wulanfu, Helando, Boluodin... ...the alliance actually sent out four fleets at once."
"Over 50,000 ships!" The bridge officer reported to the commander.
"It's more than double ours... Why don't I have a brain-dead halo? The enemy didn't even spread out into several routes, they just charged at me head-on..." Fafnir muttered in discontent.
"Rudolf, retreat." General Schenk von Stauffenberg said.
"Right! I'm not an idiot. Of course it's better to retreat quickly. Order the whole army to withdraw immediately!"
Favonius retreated and merged with the second and third waves of Imperial troops. The Empire now has four fleets: Favonius, Midagamia, Rosental, and Pitonfield, totaling over 700,000 ships, surpassing the Alliance's 500,000.
However, the Alliance also began to increase its forces, and soon all of the Alliance fleets except for Yang's fleet stationed at Iserlohn Fortress appeared on the front lines, bringing the total number of Alliance warships to a staggering 2 million.
"Alas, the problem still lies with your uncle Gustav. Once the guy on the opposite side occupies the Ischerlen fortress, he can freely withdraw troops from one side. And we still have to station troops on both sides, obviously at a disadvantage in terms of troop deployment..."
The Imperial Navy's entire fleet gathered, with a scale of only 120,000 ships, and there were as many as 100,000 fleets that had to be stationed separately in the capital and at the exit of the Iselron fortress. Now it is obvious that the Empire Army is riding a tiger and cannot get off, if they engage in a decisive battle, the Alliance will have an absolute advantage in numbers, and the Empire will have no chance of winning - the enemy can hardly make mistakes now...
"Never mind, I recall that the Bald Eagle Castle on Fesha's side has been deployed for a long time, but unfortunately we still don't have many allied star maps here, and the Bald Eagle Castle can't perform warp jumps. In short, let's fight a small battle here and then retreat to Fesha. There's still plenty of time."
The battle itself was extremely brief, lasting only a day, but the subsequent retreat lasted for three whole months. The losses on both sides were relatively light in this battle, with the Empire losing just over 3,000 ships and the Alliance suffering similar casualties. However, during the retreat, each side lost as many as tens of thousands of ships in the fleet battles.
In short, this time's alliance invasion was a complete failure, not even worthy of being called a battle, but merely an armed parade. The Empire's attempt to enter the Alliance was met with a crushing blow, and the Alliance did not dare to enter the Fesha Corridor to test the power of the Bald Eagle's main cannon.
After returning to the empire, the empire also lowered its flags and drums. The strategic decision of the alliance is to temporarily rest and rejuvenate, at least not preparing to launch another attack within ten years - this time's attack has gained nothing and wasted a lot of military expenses. The empire is ready to renovate the Bald Eagle Castle fortress in the Fissha Corridor again, and also build simple main cannons at the exit of the Iselrun Fortress Corridor, removing the functions of the fortresses, just a main cannon and necessary protection, preparing for the Iselrun campaign, but the construction period is expected to take six to seven years, and the cost is not much.
Fafnir's time is running out, and he has no heart to go to the battlefield anymore. Nowadays, Fafnir spends his days downloading and searching for various materials in the Imperial Royal Library.
In the 506th year of the Galactic Empire, war had already broken out again between the Empire and the Alliance. Two years prior, the Imperial military had successfully utilized the fortress cannon "Ginga Nir" to destroy the defensive systems of the Iserlohn Fortress after Yang Wen-li's fleet switched positions, turning the fortress into a floating ruin in space. Meanwhile, the Allied forces also launched a counterattack against the Empire in the Iserlohn Corridor, with both sides repeatedly clashing and preparing to build fortresses at their respective exits.
In the same year, Grand Duke Fawriel went missing. All parties searched for a long time but couldn't find any trace of him. Fawriel didn't leave behind an heir, and the position of Grand Duke of Posimia was vacant. The Electors fought each other several times in the Imperial Council for the right to inherit. Emperor Alexei was still young and hadn't had children to inherit the family name of Fawriel yet. Among the other Electors, there were also a few people who were not interested in or capable of taking this position. Finally, Gustav von Shuttekau, Fawriel's good friend before his disappearance, pushed his eldest son onto the position of Grand Duke of Posimia.
Ba Fu looked back at the world behind him, shook his head and sighed. The long-unused demonic power surged out of his body, filling the space in an instant. He looked at a small memory chip in his hand, smiled and tossed it into his storage space.
"Heh heh heh! What's next world? My demonic power is already starting to fade away!"
