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Chapter 408 Letter! Fire! 1! Body!

Since the first time humanity entered into war, victory has depended on only two things: information intelligence and firepower delivery.

The efficiency and accuracy of information acquisition often determine the course of a war—the number of enemy troops, their weaponry, and their location. Knowing these factors is essential for making decisions: ambushes, defenses, and attacks. Information dictates the method of attack.

Firepower is the fist of one side in a war. The delivery of firepower determines the efficiency of killing and the ability to advance a campaign. From swords, bows and crossbows, and magic to rifles, machine guns, artillery, and missiles, whoever can cause the most damage and has the highest efficiency of killing will be able to achieve victory in a local area and thus have a greater chance of winning overall.

With the advent of the information age, the competition between information and firepower has intensified—the two forces are now more closely integrated—reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, firepower delivery and firepower interception…

The same was true of the Amelan West civilization, which was striding towards the interstellar age. As early as when the United Nations Space Fleet was first established, Alice proposed a strategic theory that emphasized the so-called "integration of information and fire".

In light of this, the reforms of the UN Space Fleet, UN peacekeeping forces, and the Amerinsi People's Red Army have primarily focused on information technology and firepower projection, leading to the situation we see today.

The war between stars was still novel to the United Nations' Amelansi, who had just entered the galaxy, but in the fields of electronic warfare and guiding fire strikes, they were already highly skilled.

A modified "Asteroid"-class interstellar frigate rested silently in the void. Beneath its hull, a long cylinder was fixed by a large number of non-standard metal trusses. A large number of engineers wearing extravehicular activity suits floated around it, and red safety ropes fluttered everywhere.

"Inspection complete, Captain. The Blue Sword interstellar jump anti-ship missile is undamaged and ready for launch."

The neatly dressed captain of the escort ship nodded—the long-range star system detection array was firmly locked onto the Imperial fleet advancing toward Amelansi IV—those massive battlecruisers exerted an invisible pressure on everyone.

"Initiating launch procedure."

Launching a missile of this class is completely different from launching a ship-based anti-ship missile. The "Blue Sword" interstellar jump anti-ship missile is essentially a modified nuclear missile. Although it uses a solid-fuel engine, its launch preparation time is not short.

The maintenance engineer returned to the capsule, and the hyperspace core was injected with warp parameters. The data inside will determine the time, location, and target of the warp.

"Missile self-test complete!"

The engineer's confirmation echoed across the bridge; every decimal point was crucial.

"Target synchronization achieved!"

"Disengage the fixed lever arm!"

"ignition!"

A dull rumble came and then quickly disappeared. The ship was pushed aside, and the rocket's exhaust flames emerged from beneath the hull, like a supernova in deep space. All eyes were focused on this supernova—it would secure an ending for their future, the ending they desired.

"What beautiful stars."

Alice exclaimed, as little Alice beside her watched it—"It will destroy a warship, just as I have calculated."

Little Alice no longer gazed at it—the cold, unchanging numbers remained unchanged.

The fleet was advancing toward its objective—most of the main fleet was unaware of what the First Strikers had encountered—and along its course, it had repelled several probing attacks—the United Nations strike force, comprised of several "Satellite"-class starcruisers, had not inflicted much damage on the Imperial warships—its greatest achievement being the severe destruction of a battlecruiser.

"The soldiers of the Empire are excellent, General Saint-Ger."

The messenger nodded. The casualty report looked good—the wreckage of enemy ships still floated in space, while the Empire's double-headed eagle continued its advance.

But soon, their smiles vanished as the battle alarm sounded—before anyone could react, General Saint-Germain witnessed a warship to their left—the Imperial's main battlecruiser, the "Reaper," bursting forth with dazzling light.

"Damn it!"

The electronic countermeasures system was completely empty. Before the human brain could even react, the close-range point defense array had already been activated. However, before the first programmable munition launched via electromagnetic rails was fired, the "Blue Sword," which had traversed folded space and reached its maximum speed, struck the massive battlecruiser.

Its armor-piercing warhead slammed into the outer armor of the Reaper, and the delayed fuse detonated the internal nuclear warhead a few seconds later. Combined with the munitions that exploded and the power core, it easily tore the entire hull apart, turning it into several pieces of space debris.

The scattered debris flew in all directions, and the point defense system identified the flight paths of these debris and randomly began firing at them.

Before even seeing the enemy, the entire fleet was thrown into chaos, with no one knowing where the attack was coming from.

"What's going on? The Death Ship?"

"General, the Death God has sunk. Scans have found no survivors..."

General Saint-Germain panicked—the entire fleet began to stand ready—the instincts honed by combat training suppressed the panic, which is how humanity stands firmly among the stars.

No one could speak until a staff officer retrieved and analyzed the sensor array, and only then was a conclusion reached.

"This is impossible!? No, their ships... this kind of warp jump, it's entirely possible!"

The Empire has already witnessed the ship technology of these human relatives; their ships can jump within the star system without having to escape the gravity well.

If that's the case, then a long-range anti-ship missile based on this technology—which is perfectly reasonable—would be a desperate measure for the Empire.

The fleet began to slow down, and after several tense quarters, the absence of a second missile attack caused General Saint-Germain to sigh with relief.

This is a warning, and it may just be all they have. Those humans might only have one such missile, but he dares not gamble.

General Saint-Ger was just an ordinary general among the many generals of the Empire—he commanded a standard Imperial expeditionary exploration fleet, which was essentially his entire fortune.

Conquering a star system would be very tempting for him, but if the enemy could destroy his ships in this way, the risk would be too great.

This was a warning; the other side had revealed their hand to him, catching him off guard—it was very likely that only one of the Empire's main fleets would be enough to conquer this star system.

"Fleet, turn the ships around."

The messenger glanced at General Saint-Germain and snorted coldly.

"I will relay this truthfully to the Imperial Court."

General Saint-Ger was taken aback, which meant one thing—this would add another label of "incompetence" to his head.

That won't do—he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Alice received a message containing only a few simple words.

"Target destroyed."