Master Ares-Nune looked at the huge warship on the screen with a gloomy expression, "It looks right. This is the separatist warship that has been attacking our fleet on the Hydia hyperspace channel recently! Get ready to fight.
!”
The clone commander standing next to him immediately issued an order, "Each ship will form a battle formation, and the fighter squadron will take off immediately!"
Ares-Nune looked at the hangar platform spread out in front of the battleship and the densely packed fighter jets taking off, his face still full of worry.
The first wave of five Jäger-class battlecruisers took off with about 800 fighters, and it was obvious that the flying postures of those fighters were unfamiliar.
After suffering heavy losses on the three battlefields of Fallin, Bespin and Christophersis, it has to be said that it is a tragedy that such a large Galactic Republic cannot find enough fighter pilots in a short period of time.
Even the V-19 light fighter, which is simple to operate, will require 2 months of training if it is a clone soldier who has received input on the knowledge of piloting the fighter aircraft in advance. If it is an ordinary soldier, then this training period will increase.
It takes 4 months to half a year.
And now, just 3 months after the outbreak of the civil war, the Republic has lost more than 50,000 pilots on all fronts!!
Warship operators do not require long training due to functional subdivision and intelligent automation of the system. The number of more complex positions such as navigators, helmsmen, and engine engineers is not large. A warship is equipped with ten personnel.
Just one person is enough, and the losses of these people so far have not exceeded 3,000.
But fighter pilots are different. A qualified fighter pilot must independently control a complex fighter jet, which requires extremely fast reaction capabilities and spatial recognition capabilities. He also needs to conduct combat formation training and combat tactics training.
Almost everyone is an elite talent.
When the Republic abandoned its military due to the Rusan reforms, the number of fighter pilots in reserve was not large, and now they are basically all lost! Most of the pilots who are now being supplemented are recruits or civilian pilots.
The quality of those recruited varies, but there is no other way.
Looking at the dense formation of fighter jets taking off, Ares Noone whispered: "This won't work, I still feel the threat of death... Such methods are not enough to threaten that battleship!"
"General! What should we do?" Clone Commander Kate turned around and asked.
"What we need to do is to spread the news. I don't think we have the ability to defeat that super battleship." Ares-Nune said in a deep voice, "Open all the battlefield recorders immediately and record any valid information.
After that, seal it immediately!”
"yes!"
Ares Noone also got up and went to the hangar platform, sat down on his Delta-7 fighter jet, started the engine and flew out.
However, as soon as his fighter jet took off, an exclamation came from the communication, "A powerful energy concentration has been detected! The enemy ship may be about to open fire!"
"Disperse the ships!!" Ares-Nune exclaimed. Before he finished speaking, an invisible electromagnetic pulse completely enveloped the area tens of thousands of kilometers around, followed by darkness.
His fighter immediately lost control, all systems went offline, and it was just floating in space relying on inertia.
"Hey! Kate! Anthem! Answer!!" Ares-Nune yelled into the communicator, but there was no sound.
On the other side of the battlefield, General Grievous, standing on the bridge of the Fang, laughed loudly, "Stupid Republic scum, this is the end of you! Hahahahaha!! The battleships are moving at full speed, give me the Republic battleships
Explode into pieces! Explode slowly...hahahahaha!!"
The Venomous Fang immediately moved forward, and hundreds of turbolaser cannons on the battleship fired continuously, losing the protection of the shield. The powerful turbolaser beam exploded countless flames on the armor of the Jaeger-class battlecruiser.
Under this continuous attack, one by one the Jaeger-class battlecruisers gradually disintegrated and were blown to pieces bit by bit.
Among those warships, tens of thousands of officers and soldiers could only watch all this happening in a state of weightlessness and lack of oxygen!
"The enemy ship's weapon has been determined... it is electromagnetic pulse..." Ares-Nune spoke to a memory with difficulty.
The inside of a fighter jet is no better than a battleship. After the life support system is destroyed, the air stored inside the fighter jet will be quickly consumed.
Ares-Nune looked at the memory. He had a flash of inspiration at that moment and used the force to protect it. But even so, the memory was still damaged, and he didn't know what was recorded before.
How many are still preserved.
"This is...the only hope...to pass on the news about the Separatist super battleship..." Ares-Nune finished speaking, took a deep breath, and then entered a deep state of meditation.
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One day later, a formation of six Jaeger-class battlecruisers arrived in the Pui system.
Standing in the center of the bridge of the formation's flagship was Master Plo Koon, a member of the Twelve-man Supreme Council of the Jedi Order, and one of the strongest men in the Jedi Order.
What was reflected in his masked eyes at this moment was a terrifying scene...
Countless battleship fragments are floating in space, and these fragments are very finely divided, completely different from the battleships that are destroyed under normal circumstances, as if they have been finely crushed!
In this debris field that stretches for thousands of kilometers, not even a complete body can be found!
"Mysterious super weapon, once again..." Master Pro-Kong said to himself, "Immediately send out a search and rescue team to recover the bodies of the soldiers as much as possible, and at the same time, look for anything that may hold clues!"
"yes!"
Pro-Kon thought for a while, and then he also came to the hangar platform, boarded a search and rescue boat, and together with several soldiers drove this small aircraft, which was less than 5 meters long but had a pair of mechanical arms at the front, to participate in the search and rescue operation.
Suddenly, he felt something and looked in one direction, "Go over there." Plo-Kon pointed ahead and said.
The pilot drove the search and rescue boat over. Pro-Kon sensed someone calling in the Force. He asked the pilot to make room for him. He personally drove the search and rescue boat and controlled the two robotic arms to search among the ocean-like debris.
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Finally, he discovered a mutilated Delta-7 fighter jet.
Seeing the fighter jet, Plo-Kon sighed, opened the hatch and jumped out. He has very powerful Force powers, and his mask also allows him to survive in a vacuum environment.
He jumped onto the fighter jet, and sure enough he saw the body of Ares Noone, sitting peacefully in the cockpit, restrained by the seat belt and not floating out.
The fighter jet was obviously bombarded by a turbolaser cannon, and the powerful force blew up more than half of the fighter jet's fuselage, but Ares-Nune's body was miraculously preserved.
"May the Force be with you, my friend..." Plo-Kon whispered.
At this time, he suddenly sensed something, reached out and took out a memory device from Ares-Nune's arms.
