1413. Something happened suddenly
Whoa~~~~~The ashes were scattered, drifted into the distance with the sea breeze, and submerged into the sea. Dust to dust, dust to dust.
Stila-Gerrera was holding the urn engraved with the name of her brother Suo-Gerrera, standing on the ship in a daze, but her eyes followed the Republic fighter squadron that kept passing by in the sky, and cast it in the direction of Izzy City.
Behind her, there were only five Rebel Alliance warriors, and Judgment.
"Thank you very much for coming with me, Judgment." Stila-Gerrera said.
"I'm just on the way. I can grab a spaceship from the offshore factory ahead without attracting too much attention." Judgment replied calmly.
"Is your body okay? At that time, you were fighting with that pair of Jedi Knight sisters..." Stila asked.
"My questions come more from Karness-Muur, but he is dead and now only exists in my memory." Judgment said, "As for the sisters, I said that their threat to me is not even as good as another young Jedi Knight."
Stila sighed, "But for ordinary people, or relatively weak people, facing them is even more desperate than facing the devil in your body..."
"What about you? If you are willing, King Dundrup will not begrudge you a reward." Judgment asked.
Stila shook his head again, "This is not what I want, nor is it what Dundup wants, nor is it what the people of Onderon want... Those who want to stay have all stayed, either for high-ranking officials and generous salaries, or to fight against Galactic Republic, or to save the people. Those who choose to be with me do so for a more noble ideal."
"What ideal?" Judgment asked again.
"An ideal where everyone is equal, people are not oppressed, and the planet is peaceful and stable..." Stila replied, "For this ideal, I will go to other places to find the answer..."
She paused and then said, "Can you come with me? Neither Separatists nor Dawn Star Planet is the answer. No matter what the outcome of this war is, what will eventually emerge from the ruins of the war will only be a more extreme and terrifying existence."
"I can only say that even 4,000 years ago, your idea was the one I hated the most. The reason why Jedi Covenant separated from Jedi Order is exactly this." Judgment turned to look at Stila, with a smile under the mask, "But I respect your choice, because... you have a choice."
After saying that, she looked up at the offshore factory that was approaching, jumped off the ship, and flew away quickly on the sea surface.
Stila-Gerrera stared at her back. After a long time, he turned the ship's bow and sailed in another direction.
The sea breeze blew her hair, and in her mind, King Dundrup's last instructions sounded...
[I am destined to die here, on the throne, Stila... Galactic Republic and Separatists will not give our planet any choice, but I must sit here, sit on the throne, and fight to the end in my own way. But I always believe that besides Galactic Republic and Separatists, there is a third way...]
[I will use my life to pave a road for you. This road does not lead to the throne of the planet, but to a more distant place. This is destined to be the most difficult road, full of hardships, thorns, and even darkness... But I always believe that at the end of the road, there is a light of hope... For this light of hope, even if you give everything... fight, resist, and... revolution!]
Whoosh~~~~A spaceship took off from the offshore factory, passed by the ship where Stila was, then suddenly pulled up the nose and flew towards the sky.
Dexen Satellite, Steel City command center.
"General Kalani!" Fourth Civilization staff officer Liu Zhichao came over and said, "U-Sector Industrial Zone has fallen. Now we have lost one-third of the entire city."
"Continue to calculate the number of troops invested by Galactic Republic." Super Tactical Droid General Kalani said in that straight tone.
"In the past five hours, the confirmed numbers of Galactic Republic's frontline armies are 1.77 million, 1.64 million, 1.8 million, 2.41 million, 2.16 million... The number of 2.41 million reached two hours ago is the peak since the war started." Liu Zhichao said.
"Number of transport ships."
"The highest peak was 1,962 takeoffs and landings per hour, which also occurred two hours ago."
"Yes. This should be the limit of Galactic Republic's troop projection. The other troops are resting and rotating on Onderon." General Kalani said, "Then, inform Fourth Legion to take action. And Doctor Zhang Jiarui, tell him to be prepared."
"Yes!" Liu Zhichao nodded, gave a military salute, and began to arrange various instructions.
Onderon, Izzy City The largest spaceport in the city.
Countless materials are piled up in the cargo loading and unloading area of the space port. Because the daily cargo throughput is too huge, these goods are hardly organized. After everything was transported from the rear galaxy, it was almost roughly thrown off the transport ship, and then the transport ship would leave immediately, ready to start the next transport.
The only thing Galactic Republic Army can do is to simply classify these things.
At this time, a siren suddenly sounded in the space port, all combat units immediately got into position, anti-aircraft guns were activated immediately, and countless radar waves swept across the sky.
In the distant sky, a spaceship was rampaging at an almost violent speed, and around the spacecraft, at least dozens of fighter jets were besieging it.
"Someone robbed a spaceship and wanted to escape. Just leave this matter to the squadron! Get back to work!!" Officer Republic Army shouted at the soldiers watching the fun.
They didn't notice that a landing cargo ship suddenly changed direction and dived towards Hangar Platform at the space port!
boom! boom! boom!!!! The cargo ship was carrying explosive gas. These flammable and explosive materials immediately caused a very violent explosion. Dozens of transport ships around the scene were immediately blown to pieces in the explosion!
boom! boom! boom! boom!! More explosions were set off across the spaceport, and the whole place suddenly fell into chaos!
In this chaos, a mysterious force seemed to appear out of thin air, and it was impossible to know how they had hidden themselves before. All I know is that they are now wearing all kinds of clothes, including porters, drivers, and cleaners, but they are holding the most advanced combat rifles in their hands!
With an unimaginable tacit understanding, this force quickly formed hundreds of combat groups, each group consisting of three people. They were very skilled in fighting and almost never missed a shot.
They took advantage of this explosion and rushed directly into the depths of the space port, destroying supplies, rising and landing spaceships, and even where soldiers were gathered!
Those Galactic Republic ordinary soldiers had no chance of resisting the attack of this army. These ordinary soldiers were even hit in the head with precise bursts as soon as they appeared.
This mysterious force began to plant bombs in every key place while advancing, in order to cause greater destruction!
In fact, if they put on the commonly used N-7 combat uniforms, this unit is not difficult to identify, and it can be said to be notorious in Galactic Republic military!
Fourth Legion!