Chapter 408: Mo and Micro Civilization Make Their Entrance

Finally, the voice of the chief of staff office slowly pierced the silence, carrying an indescribable heaviness:

"Officer, they are completely different from any adversary we have encountered before. They exist beyond all our known experiences, and it is this unknown that has led us to frequently misjudge.

"Our cosmic sociology, cosmic military science, and even civilization psychology seem so pale and powerless in the face of them, unable to adapt.

"In our countless military simulations, have we ever envisioned their tactical layout? This war has transcended all imagination, a complete subversion of our existing military strategic logic, as if it's the most unimaginable paradox in the universe.

"We reconstructed the entire campaign, and it seemed that they had calculated everything, even our military strength and our response to various situations.

"Their initial appearance with millions of ships in the First Fleet was merely a carefully planned probe. Even if we had given it enough importance at the time, it would not have changed the final outcome. Their cunning and depth far exceeded our expectations.

"If we could not lure out our warships, I guess they would be willing to sacrifice those million warships as bait and continue to lurk in the dark, waiting for another opportunity to breach our defenses.

"Once our warships were drawn out, they manipulated the situation like a chess player setting up the game, leading us step by step into a meticulously arranged trap.

"It is hard to imagine what kind of trials and hardships could have forged such profound and strange military strategies.

"But with just these, we were entirely capable of dealing with them.

"What's truly challenging is their civilization's traits and behaviors, so different from ours, which challenge all our knowledge. They understand us well, but we know nothing about them.

"That is the reason they have been leading us by the nose, step by step into their trap."

The Guardian Commander said, "We understand all this, and they must have grown through countless hardships as well; they too deserve our admiration.

"But what is most important now is how to deal with the current battlefield situation!"

The chief of staff office continued, "The current battlefield situation no longer allows us to seek a quick resolution.

"Our recommendation is that the last four warships must join the battle immediately, along with the existing thirteen, to launch a long-distance attack on these two unknown civilizations.

"We will execute a kite-flying tactic, attacking from a distance, maneuvering flexibly, continuously harassing, and drawing the enemy deeper, making them fall into our pace of war.

"Even if they still possess a third force, at most it could destroy one or two of our warships at the onset.

"With the remaining force, we are fully capable of contending with them for several years. And our reinforcements will arrive at this battlefield in just over seven months.

"As for whether this plan might allow some of their warships to escape, that is perhaps not a concern we need to consider.

"Given the scale of their warships, it is absolutely impossible for them to commit all their forces to the battlefield. Keeping millions of warships as seeds for their civilization is an inevitable choice for them, and completely annihilating them is not of great significance.

"Thoroughly eradicating them is a duty that should be borne by the Mother Civilization.

"However, it is foreseeable that, after this war, our military careers will also end, and the mistakes we have made are too significant."

The Guardian Commander sighed heavily, his voice laden with endless helplessness and regret:

"Such a plan, though dependable, is also very mediocre.

"What we need is a strategic plan that can counterattack them. This plan still feels like it will be led by the nose by them.

The Staff Office chief nodded, "Indeed, this is just a conventional battle plan, but under the current situation, conventionality is our greatest advantage.

"Once we lower the battlefield's expectations, everything becomes clear; as long as we are not defeated, we are victorious!"

The Guardian Commander sighed reluctantly, "Alas... there's no other choice!"

"If it weren't under the Dark Forest, I really would like to contact them and experience their civilization's form.

"Unfortunately, in this pitch-black universe, not a single ray of light will ever shine through."

Civilizational arrogance is everywhere; even when the true defensive limit of our own warships has been revealed, the first instinct was still to counterattack and even expose our last military force.

Superficially it seems important, but the deep-seated arrogance is something that just cannot be concealed.

This directly led to the Guardians' final tragedy.

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In the rear of the battlefield, a strange spatial ripple quietly spread.

Soon after, the Guardian Civilization's last four warships emerged abruptly on the battlefield like ghosts traversing through time and space.

At this moment, it was absolutely impossible for the Guardian Civilization to utilize the three Plowing Court Teams to interlace and cut through the Mountain and Three-Body's ocean of warships.

Because the real defensive limit of the Guardian warships had been discerned, continuing to interlace would be like exposing one's neck under the Mountain and Three-Body's fangs.

The Position Civilization only needed to plan a few more of those chilling "self-destruction" tactics to completely collapse the Guardians' defense lines.

They could only maintain a safe distance from the enemy that was still adequate to utilize their firepower, continuously unleashing dense artillery fire. Like an endless meteor shower, they persistently wore down the numerical advantage of the Mountain and Three-Body warships.

However, in the hearts of the Guardians, what they feared most at the moment was that the Unknown Civilization still hid a third force. If this force existed, it would definitely be lurking in some unknown corner, and the Unknown Civilization would surely try to lead them there.

For this reason, the Guardian Civilization had already spent a vast amount of resources to explore a broad area spanning thousands of astronomical units, but regretfully, they found nothing. Many even began to doubt whether the Unknown Civilization might still have a third force.

However, what the Guardian Civilization did not know was that, in the vast depths of the cosmic sea, the Unknown Civilization's third force was like a lurking leopard, tightly locking on to them.

Especially those three combined action, unstoppable Plowing Court Teams, they moved like chess pieces drawn by the threads of destiny, blissfully unaware of the storm that was approaching.

Shortly after the Guardian Civilization's last four warships appeared, the Mo and Micro Civilizations were also about to take the stage.

Contrary to what the Guardian Civilization had imagined, the Mo and Micro Civilizations were not lurking elsewhere, but right behind the recently appeared four warships of the Guardian Civilization.

This battlefield was at the edge of the "Black Fog City Wall." Although this place was tens of light years away from the Black Fog, occasionally, some Black Fog material would still drift by with the wind.

The Mo and Micro Civilizations were hidden within this Black Fog material, the technological fusion of the Mo and Micro Civilizations giving rise to life forms akin to Quantum Ghosts.

The essence of Black Fog material is some special nanoparticle dust, and now the battlefield was also floating with a lot of Black Fog material. Within these particles of Black Fog material, each spot could be hiding hundreds to thousands of dust particles, each concealing life forms akin to Quantum Ghosts.

Their life forms had already surpassed the bounds of conventional understanding, their half-foot stepping into the mysterious micro quantum realm.

They, without traditional warships as support, for they themselves were the strongest weapons.