Chapter 460: Damn bastard

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No one knows how many asteroids are in the barrier area of ​​the Yanhu Lake. One billion, ten billion, one hundred billion, one trillion ... In this star field, some of these so-called asteroids are thousands of kilometers in diameter, and some are just the size of nails. They are floating densely in the void, spinning, rolling, and colliding with each other from time to time.
Dust and gas, which are finer than them, permeate between them, wrap them, and cover the space. It's like thick fog that can't go away between the mountains and forests.
Tranquility was broken.
In the asteroid belt, steel warships, like wolves running and chasing in the jungle, gallop in the gaps between the stars. The hard head of the ship crashed or shattered countless rocks that were unavoidable.
Black warships are fleeing, iron gray warships are chasing. Dense energy cannon light clusters, just like doomsday sky fire meteors, roaring in the gaps of the planets, countless asteroids were swallowed by this tide-like light cluster, and larger ones were broken down and shattered. The two fleets that fled and chased each other were no more than 8,000 kilometers apart.
This is not because the Feiyang B15 fleet is slow. The reason for getting closer and closer is that the reason is simple-Sousse is an A-class fleet!
In addition to more than double the battleships of the Feiyang Fleet, the Sousse Fleet can be used for large-scale detours. They also use the most powerful combat unit in this complex airspace-the space carrier!
"boom!"
In the fierce trembling of the battleship [Black Tulip], a [Sword of Emperor] space fighter flew quickly across the port side port of the bridge, tumbling in the air, sheltered by an asteroid with a diameter of hundreds of meters The rotating turret of the battleship was like a light chain of energy light bombs. It passed the belly of another cruiser class and disappeared.
The huge command room has become a mess. On the central computer, the alarm sounded sharply. On the warship's profile, the damaged part flashed quickly in red. Hundreds of staff and officers rushed back and forth, grabbed the communicator and yelled loudly, striking the keyboard toggle control switch.
Salmon could no longer sit on the podium.
Now, he took off his hat, his collar was ripped open, his lips tightly squeezed, making his jaw even more obtrusive.
In front of the center console, the flashing red light of the damage control system reflected on his face, flickering.
Salmon did not expect that the situation would become like this. Now the B15 Fleet, like a mouse in the water pipe, can only jump forward desperately. What is set, what is roundabout, what direction, all under the chase of the Suss fleet, turned into a daydream fantasy.
The fleet ’s Skynet coordination system is close to being paralyzed. The other battleships behind them are only developed through daily training to keep them from falling behind. Every warship carries injuries. The detection range of the radar system has shrunk to a very small area. The ship's skynet system shows that the loss of the ship has exceeded 20%!
Under the attack of flies like fighter planes, the relatively awkward battleship, in this crisis-ridden airspace, has no strength to fight back. The current scanning and control range of the fire control radar is simply not enough to control the rotating turret to hit the Sousse space battleship in the asteroid belt. And manual operation is more like a blind man hitting flies!
"How long will it take to reach the oasis airspace?" Salmon asked hissing. Just as he questioned, Skynet showed that another destroyer was destroyed by the Sousse Fleet.
"Three minutes!" Answered the sweaty No. 3 navigator.
"boom!"
There was another loud noise, and the energy cover outside the battleship porthole had turned pale red. Shaking violently, Salmon grabbed the navigator's seat back in front of him, to avoid the embarrassment of falling.
The enemy radar showed that this time it was still a masterpiece of the Sousse fighter. Like a petrel, it flew through the fleet, and I did not know when it flew back. A missile was delivered to the starboard side of the "Black Tulip".
In the screen of Skynet's secondary screen, one by one the rotating turret mirrors of the grid, you can only see countless energy shells passing by behind it, just like seeing off, following it and flying to the distance. In the red-and-white energy gun light net, it quickly became a small dot, like an iron-gray bat, mixed into the flying fighter group, disappeared.
"General!" A staff member turned his head from the Skynet Coordination System computer: "The propeller of the battleship [Pales] was destroyed!"
"Damn !!!" Salmon only felt that his head was knocked like a sap, and Venus came straight.
[Pars] battleships are A-class battleships of the [Unicorn] class battleships, and all system equipment from ship structure to weapon systems, propulsion systems, electronic systems, etc. are much higher than the other B15 ships. Unicorn] class battleship, and [Black Tulip] as the sister ship at the top of the fleet, is the main fighting power of the B15 fleet!
Unexpectedly, this battleship, which has been in service for only three months, has not been fought so seriously, so it is here to explain! For the B15 fleet, it is nothing worse.
Salmon flew to the console, through the battleship optical telescope, he could see the rotating [Pales], surrounded by fighters and space mechs.
When the battleship passed by an asteroid with a diameter of two kilometers and quickly sank, its line of sight was blocked by the asteroid floating in the picture.
The capture of [Pars] caused the loss of the B15 fleet to rise rapidly by eight percentage points.
"Your Excellency General, I will arrive in the oasis airspace in a minute and a half." Salmon's adjutant said anxiously: "We must find a way to get rid of the Suss fleet, they are too tight and enter the oasis airspace. At a distance of 3,000 kilometers, there is no way to turn around, let alone jump. "
Salmon quickly deduce on the computer what the fleet can do when it reaches the oasis airspace ...
However, no matter how it is deduced, it can not get rid of the current predicament. The plans in his mind were rejected one by one, and the combat plans made by the staff of the war department every five minutes were all waste!
"How can I escape?" Salmon's tip of the nose was already sweating. The current situation has gone beyond his ability to control, making him feel powerless.
"You can't escape like this anymore." A staff member stood up suddenly and nervously: "We have lost nearly 30% of our troops. But the main gun at the bow has not been fired yet! General, turn back Let's fight. In the obstacle zone, we fight to lose points, and can occupy the terrain advantage, and can also block them, as long as the Chuckner fleet ... "
Salmon looked coldly at this man who was almost pointing his nose to rebuke his staff. The fleet has reached the point of falling apart, between life and death, no matter how difficult it is to cross the sky, not to mention the difference between the upper and lower areas. The loss suffered by the B15 fleet, the current situation and the slim future, made the staff member forget his identity.
Salmon looked around, and the staff members avoided his eyes. He clearly saw a trace of humiliation and disdain in their eyes. No one can accept the fact that they were eaten up by the enemy during their escape. They are Feiyang soldiers, and they have always been proud of them. For many years, the army they served, with a double-headed griffin flag, traversed the universe and made all enemies shudder.
Salmon suddenly laughed. He wanted to slap in the face of the staff in front of him, telling him that this is war, cosmic war!
In this war, Feiyang is not invincible!
Why Hastings used various means to persecute other countries to fight desperately with West York, why Feiyang only sent two mixed group fleets to participate in the war in the Southeast Starfield, and finally watched the Southeast Starfield lost, and why the Mars Front was formed Carolina, can only get an armored division and a B-class fleet as a team?
There is only one reason-Feiyang, which is definitely not as powerful as people think.
However, Salmon knew that he couldn't do it himself.
Except for those sounding reasons, the biggest culprit in this situation is myself.
If at first, you were not so successful, the B15 fleet could have collided with the Sousse fleet! It is not impossible for a class B fleet to defeat a class A fleet.
However, he became hesitant and unconfident because of a small idea of ​​striving for work. After knowing the existence of the Suss fleet, it is not the stand of the soldiers who stand on their own. Thinking about how to escape. The moment I saw the Sousse Fleet appear, I almost subconsciously ordered to escape. It is normal for these staff members to fail to accept this humiliating defeat.
Everything should be baptized by war, including selfishness, greed, cowardice, jealousy, viciousness, stupidity, and inferiority. Salmon thought with a smile, if all these negative factors cannot become noble because of the baptism of war, then they should become more despicable!
I can't look back, I just keep going. In his own name, in the name of the Republic of Feiyang.
Salmon stared at the coordinates that Zhang Pengcheng said on the interstellar chart, turned around, and looked around everyone around him.
"This is a protracted war. This channel is too important for the Republic of Feiyang. You, you have a more important mission to complete, rather than easily throwing your life here. Our fleet is Fei. Raising a flag here, we ca n’t fall until more of our fleet is here! "
There was a noble and holy smile on Salmon ’s face: "Even if he goes to hell, even if it is smelly for thousands of years, I will complete my mission! The Chuckners made a wrong judgment. I want to take you out of this trap ! "

Twenty-nine bandit warships hidden in the vast universe are suspended in silence.
Stealing yourself in this deep and endless universe, as if integrated into the universe, is a wonderful experience for the bandit soldiers on the battleship.
The porthole of the battleship has been closed, and the energy shield and ion thruster have been closed to prevent a trace of light from disturbing the optical deflector. The warship only relied on the loaded old jet steering thrusters to adjust the ship's attitude.
From the pictures taken by electronic cameras all over the ship, the surroundings were empty. Although I know that other bandit warships are all around me, the expansive starry sky will still make people stare at ... Those guys are still there, will they really disappear? Anymore?
Behind it is the pervasive Yanhu Nebula.
The nebula reflects the light of distant stars. Countless large and small asteroids are suspended in this dust gas, rolling and moving. They obscure all sight. No one knows how well the battle is going in the vast inner airspace of this nebula. Under the calm appearance of Yanhu, what kind of stormy waves are wrapped up.
"Isn't the reconnaissance ship No. 3 yet to the oasis airspace?" The fat man anxiously played with the beauties on the computer repeatedly. In the upper half of the screen, there is a road map, representing the green cursor of the Sousse Transport Fleet, along the expected route, a little bit towards the exit of the channel leading to the 1851 galaxy in the obstacle zone.
"It's almost time." Sitting next to the fat man, watching this guy without thinking about the fast-connected three-dimensional image of the beautiful woman, he was dazzled and fascinated by his super fast technique.
In the ship, some of the staff were chatting, some were deductive, and some were dozing off. Everyone is bored, tacitly avoiding the battle that is taking place in the Yanhu Nebula.
"How did you do it?" Looking at the fat man scribbling through the last two three-dimensional photos, Fang Xiang couldn't help it. In her view, these backgrounds, dress and appearance, skin color, hairstyle are extremely similar beauty Photos are difficult to distinguish. But the fat man was able to find the same two photos without pause, which is really amazing.
"What?" The fat man was distracted. "This?"
"Yeah!" Fang Xiang nodded: "These photos are dazzling for me. You can pass the speed at such a fast speed. Is there any trick?"
"Secret!" The fat man continued his usual death-seeking logic: "I won't tell you!"
"You ..." Fang Xiang glared at the fat man, angry and funny, this guy was just a naturally annoying jerk.
"What a secret ..." Carl sneered at the side, and the other side said fragrantly: "This guy looks at the measurements!"
Fang Xiang was stunned, and his face suddenly turned red. He ate and said, "Sanwei ... then it's the same."
"He looked away with his eyes! The exact size can be accurate to the nearest millimetre ..." Karl was furious: "Fuck, I can't learn!"
Fang Xiang turned his head and saw the fat man's gaze slipping on himself.
"Sophisticated ... go to hell!"
Fang Xiang, who had goosebumps all over his body, stomped his heels at the feet of the fat man.
"Injustice ..."
"General, the Sousse Transport Fleet passed the tail of the third leg of the obstacle zone, 10,000 kilometers away from us, and it is estimated that there will be three minutes to arrive in the ambush zone."
In the wailing of the fat man, the intelligence liaison officer in front of the center console reported.
"General, the reconnaissance ship No. 3 sent a signal ..." The other staff member's trembling voice followed: "Look at it ..."
Fatty and Fang Xiang quickly looked at the shared picture of the reconnaissance ship flashing to the podium.
Looking at the picture, the fat man only felt an anger, suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, mixed with blood and rushed to the brain-on the picture, the Feiyang fleet was preparing to jump, and behind them, the swarming Sousse fleet, And between them and the Suss Fleet ... is the Chakner 1201 Fleet that has just finished its transition!
Salmon ... you bastard!
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