In the now empty battlefield, Tom’s more than 600,000 warships, without any hesitation or delay, instantly launched a fierce assault on the Havilah warships that were still in a state of stupor and unable to react.
Various types of large, dium, and small energy cannons bombarded fiercely, firing ultra-miniature nuclear warheads like a torrential downpour. Under the illumination of laser cannons, countless warships were instantly penetrated, experiencing massive gas leaks before being violently detonated.
Innurable electromagnetic interference bombs exploded fiercely, further worsening the already chaotic electromagnetic environnt caused by the explosion of countless warships.
Large-caliber energy cannons and interstellar missiles fiercely shuttled through space, chasing every valuable target at speeds of several hundred kiloters per second.
Within these short few minutes, thousands of Havilah warships were directly destroyed.
Only then did the remaining Havilah warships, whose total number was already less than 100,000, finally react.
But it was clear that they currently had no unified command; it seed their commander had not yet reacted or formulated an appropriate counterasure.
Their current counterattack and response were more like an instinctive reaction under duress.
Tom paid no heed, seizing this rare and valuable window of opportunity to unleash a massive slaughter upon his opponents.
"I paid the price of 2 billion clones’ lives and the complete destruction of nurous precision equipnt, with a total mass of tens of billions of tons, to seize this current opportunity
Havilah Civilization, is it? When you maliciously targeted for no reason back then, you should have anticipated this outco"
2 billion clones was the limit Tom could deploy at this mont.
This considered not only the current battlefield situation but also the needs for post-war industrial reconstruction. If more clones were deployed, Tom would not be able to et subsequent demands.
This was a true all-out attack, pushing his strength to the limit.
During the fierce assault, both the manned and unmanned combat forces of the Havilah side were rapidly being depleted. Tom gained the absolute upper hand.
Havilah Civilization Flagship, Honor, Conference Room One.
The previously relaxed and cheerful atmosphere had long vanished. All attendees were pale, their bodies even trembling slightly.
The battle reports from the front lines were truly beyond everyone’s imagination.
That was clearly a civilization with a lower technological level than their own.
In the battlefield, they clearly held an absolute advantage just a mont ago
But why, why...
Why did it reverse in an instant?
Why were 700,000 of our civilization’s warships destroyed in an instant?
What kind of technology is this? What kind of weapon is this?
Could it be that a higher civilization intervened in the battlefield? But, at this mont, there was no third party force in the solar system except for the enemy and us.
The change was too great and ca too quickly. Even these seasoned high-level officials, who had witnessed countless storms, found it difficult to react in a short ti.
It’s just that...
Heirlan gasped violently a few tis, then said sternly, "Never mind what happened on the battlefield, or what thod or weapon the opponent used to create the current situation.
The most important thing now is... retreat! Evacuate everyone from the Second Planet, and then destroy all industrial facilities on the Second Planet"
At this mont, the people in the conference room seed to have finally found their backbone, and all their gazes instantly converged on Heirlan.
Indeed
The fall of the Second Planet was inevitable. At this mont, it was not the ti to investigate what happened before; it was the ti to consider how to avoid greater losses.
Evacuate everyone from the Second Planet, destroy all industrial facilities; they cannot be left for the enemy.
Heirlan’s eyes were filled with ferocity: "How long will it take to dispatch fleets from the First Planet and Third Planet to support the Second Planet?"
"At least twenty days."
"How much longer can the Second Planet garrison fleet hold out?"
"At most, at most 8 days"
A grim look flashed in Heirlan’s eyes: "How long will it take to evacuate all personnel from the Second Planet"
"Three, three years..."
This answer instantly silenced everyone in the conference room.
Yes, although we had already conducted a large-scale personnel evacuation after confirming that the opponent’s main attack direction was the Second Planet, there are still over 10 billion people on the Second Planet, including our workers, soldiers, scientists, logistics personnel, and so on...
The battle situation on the battlefield was intense at this mont, and even if the situation did not worsen, personnel evacuation would certainly be extrely difficult.
Three years to evacuate 10 billion people was already remarkably efficient.
Then...
Heirlan’s hands were trembling slightly.
Everyone’s gaze was focused on him.
As the supre leader of the civilization, at this mont, only he could make that decision.
It’s just, it’s just...
Heirlan trembled, and said in a deep voice, "Have the garrison fleet hold out for at least nine days.
During these nine days, evacuate all personnel from the Second Planet with full effort.
After nine days, initiate a full-scale nuclear bomb cleansing of the Second Planet, destroying, destroying all, all... our facilities."
There was a mont of silence in the conference room. Then, one person responded first: "Yes."
"Yes"
No one ntioned what to do about those who couldn’t be evacuated in ti.
Because everyone knew the answer in their hearts.
The eting was temporarily suspended. Military personnel imdiately began organizing resistance and cover, fighting with all their might, and researching the next strategic and tactical steps.
A secretary hurried to Heirlan’s side and whispered sothing in his ear.
Heirlan quickly went to an office, closed the door, and took out the communicator in the empty room.
His mother’s figure appeared before him through the projection, her face filled with anxiety and fear: "Lanlan, what on earth is wrong? What happened? What happened to the Second Planet battlefield? Everyone is saying the planet is going to fall, it’s so chaotic here now..."
Heirlan forcibly suppressed the emotions in his heart, a smile appearing on his face: "Mother, you don’t have to be afraid, it’s nothing, just a small accident, everything is fine.
To prevent any mishaps, I will send soone to take you away from the Second Planet first. Don’t go anywhere now, just stay safely in your laboratory. I have already sent soone to pick you up, and after that, you just need to follow the arrangents.
Don’t worry, it’s nothing, it’s nothing..."
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