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A small shield was erected in an instant, like an indestructible city wall, firmly blocking all incoming missiles.

The missile collided with the shield, causing violent ripples that seemed to shake the entire space.

Standing on the deck of the land cruiser, Grievous watched this scene and sighed helplessly.

He had originally planned to quickly eliminate the enemy's air power to gain the initiative on the battlefield, but now it seemed that this method was clearly not going to work.

"Get the combat-suited units ready," Griffiths decisively ordered. "The rest of the troops, unleash fire on the enemy's shield. I want to see how much energy they can provide for this small shield."

Unlike the clone army and native forces, the Galactic Empire possesses a large amount of indirect firepower.

Plasma cannons and other kinetic weapons rained down on the small shields hastily erected by the defenders of Pava. Each strike created ripples on the shields, terrifying the defenders who feared the shields would collapse at any moment.

Meanwhile, in a conference room of the Pava Star garrison, the Pava Star native commanders were discussing the matter anxiously.

"This can't go on; we have to deploy the air force!"

"Can you guarantee that the Air Force will be able to return safely after completing its mission?"

"If we don't deploy the air force! Are we going to send in the army instead!?"

The clone commander stood at the front line, his eyes fixed on the shells flying from different directions, secretly trying to estimate the size of the enemy's forces.

The shells rained down on their shields, and the ripples from the explosions made it almost impossible for him to see anything beyond the shields.

The clone commander calmly observed everything, quickly analyzing the impact points and numbers of the shells in an attempt to deduce the enemy's attack strategy and troop distribution.

Based on his experience, such intense artillery fire usually means that the enemy has a considerable force in multiple directions.

"Attention all personnel, adjust your positions!" The clone commander decisively issued the order, his voice clearly transmitted to the ears of every clone soldier through the communicator.

The soldiers quickly sprang into action, adjusting their positions according to their commander's instructions to better prepare for the enemy's attack.

Just as the clone commander was focused on directing the battle, he suddenly received a secret communication.

This communication could only be received by him, and the sender was displayed as a mysterious code name.

The clone commander frowned. He didn't know what the communication meant, but his intuition told him it might be important information.

He opened the communication device and carefully read its contents.

After reading it, the clone commander nodded, seemingly understanding something.

He then made a series of decisions, first ordering a group of clone soldiers to follow him to the conference room of the native forces on Pava, while another group of clones was sent to the hangar on Pava.

When the clone commander led his team into the conference room, a heated argument was taking place inside.

The commanders of Planet Pava had differing opinions on how to deal with the current war situation, and arguments were frequent.

However, all of this came to an abrupt end the moment the clone commander and his soldiers burst into the conference room.

Without a word, the clone soldiers raised their blaster guns and opened fire on the commanders of Planet Pava in the conference room.

Gunshots and screams mingled together, plunging the entire conference room into chaos.

Soon after, the gunfire stopped, and the conference room fell into a deathly silence as the commanders of Planet Pava lay sprawled on the ground.

The clone commander watched all this expressionlessly, showing no hesitation in his actions.

After completing his mission, he walked out of the conference room and waved to the clone soldiers guarding the door.

The soldiers understood immediately and quickly moved the bodies out of the conference room, all without the knowledge of the native forces of Planet Pava.

Meanwhile, another group of clone soldiers successfully took control of the hangar on Pava.

They encountered some resistance, but the clone soldiers were well-trained and quickly shot down the resisting native troops.

The logistics personnel in the hangar watched this scene in horror. Their hands trembled as they continued to maintain the V-wing fighters, fearing that they too would become victims of the clones' guns.

"Air Force, move out!" The clone commander's voice echoed in the command room. He stared intently at the shield energy display, where the numbers were gradually approaching the danger zone.

He issued the order without hesitation, because he knew that if the delay continued, the consequences would be unimaginable once the shield was broken.

At the commander's order, the few dozen V-wing fighters quickly took off, like a flock of silver birds, heading straight towards the direction from which the shells were coming.

These fighter jets, precisely controlled by clones, soared through the sky at astonishing speeds and maneuverability.

Meanwhile, on the other side, General Grievous was also closely monitoring the battle situation.

When he saw the enemy aircraft appear on the radar, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

"They're here!" he whispered, then immediately gave the order for all the Vulture fighters and more than ten TIE interceptors on standby to take off and engage the enemy.

Meanwhile, the soldiers on Pava, the planetary homeworld forces defending the planetary shield generator, were somewhat bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

They didn't know why the air force was being deployed, nor did they know the scale or importance of the battle.

However, when they saw the air force mobilize, a cheer erupted on the position.

The local soldiers thought the arrival of the air force meant they would soon receive support, and their fear lessened somewhat.

However, the clone commander remained unmoved by the cheers.

He looked expressionlessly at the local troops cheering for the air force's deployment, then turned and walked into the conference room.

A large number of clone soldiers suddenly appeared in the capital of Pava and acted swiftly to capture the planet's high-ranking officials.

Immediately afterwards, all Pava native forces received a death order from the higher command—to defend the planetary shield generator to the death, without the slightest retreat.

Meanwhile, they were informed that troops from the Republic were on their way to provide support. This order put immense pressure on the soldiers of the local forces, but they had no choice but to hold their ground and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

The dozens of V-wing fighters that attacked the Galactic Empire's artillery positions were all shot down as expected. However, they also destroyed some self-propelled artillery in the process of crashing, which weakened the Galactic Empire's indirect fire capabilities to some extent.

Griffiths watched the V-wing fighters fall from the sky and ordered the army to advance; he wanted to take down the planetary shield generator in one fell swoop.