The Star Marriage of a Major-General of Scientists

None of the surviving Imperial subjects remember the day the war ended, even if it was decades ago.

They remembered that the gray-black sky of the empire was pierced and torn by sharp white lights, and then the light seemed to surge into a sea of ​​stars in an instant. Down.

In the dazzling light curtain, the huge dragon-shaped mech descended into the atmosphere with a roar, and its two emerald-like eyes strafed coldly like searchlights across the capital of the empire, Taiping Star. Behind it were the super-S mechs and Democratic Union Fleet.

The rebel army led by generals Brooke and Ulysses showed their sharp fangs to the puppet government. Under their bloody struggle inside and outside, the defeated rebels routed like a tide.The Mecha Marines quickly occupied Taipingxing.The sphere of influence of the prime minister and the imperial concubine was shrinking step by step, and later only the imperial palace remained, as the last bastion of the prime minister's best friend, holding on desperately and stubbornly.

The crown prince Owen of the empire could not conduct indiscriminate bombing of the home he grew up on and the innocent people. Under the cover of heavy firepower, he turned Qinglong into a small flying shuttle, which flew through the firepower net like an arrow.Laser cannons and rockets flew past him with white smoke, passing by him several times, almost hitting him.

At this moment, his mental strength was gathered to the peak, and his eyes looking at the console were cracked.Every second at this moment may become the last moment of Owen's life, it may be the end of this war, and it may rewrite the course of the history of the Milky Way!

Under the cover of the destructive offensive of the sun storm, the imperial treasure of the empire, the 3s Mecha Qinglong, finally landed in front of the imperial palace of the empire.Qinglong instantly turned into a heavy ion boom mortar. Amid the deafening bombardment, the thick and delicate gates of the former royal palace and today's rebel center turned into fragmented metal powder. In the dazzling white light, such as Blood splattered.

The hunting cosmic wind blew away the smell of burnt blood in the air. The cold air was mixed with gunpowder smoke, and the knife cut across the human skin as quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly.