Feifei had a point. No matter how much black technology for crossing the stars—or even forbidden power—the marauders possessed, their actual strength was still nowhere near that of behemoths like the Empire and the Alliance.
In my previous life, the marauders had invaded the Alliance's interior for two reasons. On one hand, a new Great Khan had risen, and tradition demanded a major raid. On the other, the strategic balance between the Empire and the Alliance had tipped for a time: the Empire had launched an all-out offensive, leaving the Alliance relatively weak within its own borders.
Besides, I simply couldn't believe there wasn't some kind of shady relationship between the marauders and the Empire.
But the superweapon that had caused that strategic imbalance was about to make its first cry in this universe. Compared with the unveiling of that weapon, the thousands of warships and millions of people battling it out in "Mission of Glory" had been nothing but foreplay.
The people involved in the exercise had no idea, of course! Most of the soldiers on both sides thought this large-scale live-fire exercise, organized directly by the Privy Council and the Grand Marshal's Office, was their only chance to earn military honors in this peaceful era.
So, as the exercise continued, the Imperial soldiers on both the red and blue sides kept showing the whole universe the prowess of the galaxy's finest military. By this point, even the people of Mingyang could see that the red side, led by Admiral Farrell, had an advantage that was all but impossible to overturn.
Even so, the blue side showed plenty of resilience, gritting its teeth and holding its lines. Anyone with eyes could see that they weren't merely fighting like cornered beasts. They seemed to be waiting for the situation to