Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1928 - 992: The Final Journey (Part 4)_2

Originally, Li Yunjing rarely practiced cultivation; he dutifully guarded Li Ke and Zhang Mengchan.

But after the disappearance of City 18, he began practicing day and night, with Li Ke and Zhang Mengchan in turn guarding him.

Uncle Li Dong stood up on the ridge, walked to the summit, and said to Li Yunjing, ”I remember you used to say that cultivation followed fate, and when the old man fished, even if you were hiding in the dark lost in thought, you didn’t practice much.”

Li Yunjing opened his eyes, ”The Li Family is gone.”

At the moment he opened his eyes, the clouds dispersed, and the stars went extinct.

The Li Family, which he had protected for the first half of his life, was destroyed in the flames of war; the hillside manor, the Bao Pu Mansion, Dragon Lake, the broken bridge over Dragon Lake, and that old man were all gone.

Li Yunjing said, ”Someone has to avenge them, right?”

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Inside the Scepter No., Qing Yu stared intently at the Holographic Sand Table, and at the suddenly appeared Storm Fortress.

The Duke of Storm City used just a lone Aerial Fortress to shake Qing’s entire Air Force Fleet.

Aerial Fortresses can indeed carry many fighters and airships, serving as a temporary airborne island for them to dock, but the Storm Fortress carried a total of 80 fighters and 220 airships.

On Qing Yu’s side, there were as many as 120 fighters, and including those carried by the Scepter No., there were 620 airships, completely overwhelming in number.

But the Storm Fortress still initiated the attack without hesitation, seemingly suggesting that just one Aerial Fortress was enough.

The Qing Clan Fleet began accelerating towards the Storm Fortress, with all the fighters on the Storm Fortress deck electromagnetically catapulted into flight. Once the deck was empty, it opened like a gate to the sky, and airships soared up and poured out in full force!

Both sides’ fleets engaged in aerial combat, but surprisingly, Chen Zhuoqu observed that the Qing Clan Fleet was entirely at a disadvantage.

”How could this be...” Hu Jingyi asked blankly, ”Aren’t we supposed to have more than the West Continent?”

”Because the air fortress technology of the West Continent is more advanced; they rely on the air fortresses to fight, naturally making the West Continent superior,” Chen Zhuoqu explained. ”You see, the Storm Fortress’s main firepower gun has the same number as Scepter No., but their targeting program has greater precision, faster orbital movement, and quicker energy buildup. They may appear the same, but their parameters are completely different.”

”That’s odd,” Chen Zhuoqu said. ”The Qing Clan Fleet seems not to be aiming to annihilate the enemy fighters and airships as its primary target; instead, they are escorting Scepter No. closer to Storm Fortress...”

The airships of the Qing Clan Fleet were falling one by one, but the Scepter No. and the remaining fleet resolutely continued their charge towards the Storm Fortress.

Under Qing Yu’s command, the fleet’s formation was rigorous, and they showed no fear of death. Even when more than half of the airships were lost, the Air Force had no intention of retreating.

The true elite troops are not necessarily those with strong capabilities, but those who remain unified even when facing setbacks.

More and more airships crashed, the wilderness was strewn with smoke and fire, as if the earth was cracking apart, and ancient lava from beneath erupted out, setting the world ablaze.

The Qing Clan fighters had exhausted their ammunition yet continued to advance.

There was a story circulating in the Qing’s Air Force Academy: A teacher asked students on the podium, how many missiles did the Qing’s Starfighter-11 carry in total?

The students answered: 4 primary missiles, 12 auxiliary missiles, totaling 16.

But the teacher shook his head and answered: 17, for when you exhaust your ammunition, and the enemy target still poses a threat to your comrades, you and your ride become the 17th missile.

When Scepter No. and Storm Fortress were 40 kilometers apart.

Qing Yu sat expressionlessly in the command seat and opened the communication channel, ”Final report from the fighter group.”

In the communication channel came the pilot’s voice, ”7 fighters remaining, no ammunition left, 57% fuel remaining; we will continue to advance, expected to all crash within 3 minutes.”

”Continue advancing,” Qing Yu said, ”Final report from the airship group.”

In the communication channel came the commander’s voice, ”81 airships remaining, no ammunition left, fuel tank sufficient; we will continue to advance, expected to all crash within 11 minutes.”

Qing Yu calmly said, ”Continue advancing.”

This was indeed the most forthright ’final report,’ and the reporters plainly calculated when they would meet their deaths.

Qing Yu asked again, ”Final report from the Aerial Fortress group.”

”Anti-gravity system damaged 7%.”

”Reactor intact.”

”Outer armor damaged 97%.”

”Main firepower gun damaged 100%.”

”Drone damaged 100%.”

Qing Yu softly said in the communication channel, ”Thanks to all of you for accompanying me on this final journey, my unit will crash in 11 minutes, but victory will ultimately belong to us, the achievement need not be mine.”

Fighter group: ”The achievement need not be mine.”

Airship group: ”The achievement need not be mine.”

Aerial fortress crew: ”The achievement need not be mine.”

These were six words not mentioned for a long time, yet they embodied the military spirit of Qing’s troops.

Qing Yu calmly left the command room, and upon leaving, a white light pierced through everything in the command room, but Scepter No. continued advancing towards the Storm Fortress with great flight inertia.

Qing Yu ignored the shattered command room and those fallen soldiers.