Starting from the Planetary Governor

Chapter 1022: Chapter 553, Who Can Save?

Wang Mengsong lay in the medical room, staring at the ceiling, allowing the Pharmacist to work on his severed arm without uttering a word.

“Commander, the examination is complete,” the Pharmacist said, standing up. “Although your arm has been successfully reattached, the injuries will inevitably have some effect. It is estimated that flexibility will decrease by 8% and strength by 6%.”

Wang Mengsong remained silent.

The left arm was severed and then reattached; even with advanced technology and the powerful regenerative abilities of the Interstellar Warrior, it could never quite compare to the original configuration.

But what can be done about it?

Just make do with it for now.

If it really doesn’t work, then learning from some groups that prefer it, completely transforming the left arm into a mechanical prosthesis is also not impossible. The related surgeries are quite mature as well.

He wasn’t overly concerned about the condition of his left hand.

What he couldn’t stop thinking about, however, was the battle from five days ago.

Even though five days had passed, the scene of the Blood Sharks slaughtering his battle brothers—the ground littered with blood and severed limbs—persisted in his mind.

What left an even deeper impression was witnessing the Torchlight being blown to pieces and becoming a pile of space debris.

He witnessed that scene from the small ship on the combat shuttle used to evacuate the battle.

His heart was in agony.

After the engine hub was destroyed, Wang Mengsong fully realized a fact: although the ship didn’t disintegrate immediately, it wouldn’t survive in a combat environment either.

He had to make a painful decision: abandon the ship and evacuate.

The destruction of the Torchlight was a foregone conclusion; the people on board should not be buried with it.

As for ordinary crew members, it was still acceptable. However, the entire ship was home to four hundred New Generation Torch Interstellar Warriors, which was a full one-third of the battle group.

If it’s possible to evacuate, then by all means, evacuate.

Time was tight, and the number of ships available for evacuation was also limited. More importantly, as a giant ship, the combat shuttle had multiple layers extending several tens of kilometers, resembling a complex beehive. Initially, the New Generation Torch warriors were fiercely entangled with the Blood Sharks, and now they were suddenly told to evacuate, which was not easy.

However, it seemed those Blood Sharks had no intention of continuing the skirmish either.

Their mission was complete, and they needed to evacuate.

When neither side had the intention to continue fighting, although some red-eyed fighters continued their deadly combat, the large-scale substantial battle had already ended.

The arrival of the Blood Sharks utilized a special teleportation technology that the Empire regarded as lost, and their evacuation used the same method.

But the New Generation Torch could only take ships.

In the end, only one hundred eighty-eight of the four hundred New Generation Torch warriors managed to evacuate their flagship.

Not even half of the total number.

The majority of the remaining more than half perished in the confrontation with the Blood Sharks, and a few were delayed by the combat and couldn’t make it to the evacuation ships, ending up having to accompany tens of thousands of crew members and Auxiliary Army to become martyrs with this massive combat shuttle.

On the escape ship, after verifying identity, Wang Mengsong led the survivors to land on the Triumph of Fire and met Adler Politos.

The Commander of the Furyflame was too busy to say much.

With the loss of the Torchlight, the situation had turned extremely dire. Politos was busy issuing orders one by one, reviewing reports and documents sent to him, and making replies and instructions.

The fleet continued to retreat, regrouping with the Retribution-class Battleship ’Starfire Wings’ that warped in, temporarily fending off the Blood Sharks’ siege, and then initiating a warp to retreat.

At this moment, Fury Fleet had just departed from the warp state, having entered realspace not long ago.

After entering the Triumph of Fire, Wang Mengsong only had a brief encounter with Politos, without time for much interaction, and then lay down in the medical room to treat his severed arm, until today.

He had been pondering the battle, up until today.

And not just a battle, but also pondering the future direction of the battle group’s fate, feeling lost.

Since relocating to the Spiderweb Domain, the battle group had been flourishing. Initially destitute, after a century of development, according to the Star Warrior Codex, the New Generation Torch’s strength was fairly standard. The warriors were at full strength, even slightly exceeding by two hundred. He saw no problem with this; it’s normal for a battle group to have a reserve of two hundred ready to supplement regular losses, isn’t it?

The battle group’s needed equipment was fully equipped, the fleet was fully built, and twenty years ago, the Torchlight combat shuttle was completed.

For a battle group with such a short history, it seemed to be on the right track.

With such strength, naturally, they wanted to strive for a more distant future.

After careful consideration, between the Empire and the Iron Armor, he sided with the Iron Armor.

To this day, he had no regrets.

However, now that the battle group suffered heavy losses, he was unsure about what the future held.

While ruminating, a Torch Warrior entered with a communicator in hand.

“It’s Commander Politos,” he said.

Wang Mengsong nodded slightly, took the communicator, and placed it to his ear.

“It’s me, Wang Mengsong,” he said.

“Commander Wang, from now on, the New Generation Torch needs to follow my orders more clearly. All levels of units, all levels of personnel, will directly follow my commands. Do you have any objections?”

Adler Politos was direct and straightforward, without beating around the bush.

Wang Mengsong was silent for a moment before replying, “Alright, I have no objections.”

This was anticipated, and he couldn’t prevent it.

After all, Politos was the overall leader of the southern front, and now that the New Generation Torch was in dire straits, living on his flagship, what else could he say?

Moreover, from the overall perspective, it’s not the time for internal strife. Under immense pressure, unity is essential.

As for whether Politos would use the New Generation Torch as cannon fodder later…probably not. If it really came to that, he wouldn’t be without the power to resist.

As a battle group leader, he’s just had his arm severed and reattached, not dead yet.

However, Politos seemed a bit surprised by his straightforwardness, not speaking immediately.

After a moment, Politos said, “Then let’s leave it at that. You rest first.”

“Hold on,” Wang Mengsong said. “What’s the plan going forward? The Blood Sharks won’t give up, they’ll relentlessly pursue us.”

Politos thought for a moment and then provided Wang Mengsong with a brief explanation of his plan.

…

Gu Hang put down the latest battle report he was holding and said with a smile:

“Are they coming for us?”

“Obviously not. They’re hoping that the Alphonso Religion can save them.”

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