843, Lost Fleet (14)
This hyperspace jump of the Rookery Hook-class battleship was completely unstable. The entire battleship was shaking violently, and there was also a problem with the gravity generator. The battleship was completely tilted.
"Fuck! I said there must be a problem! There must be a problem! Such a big spaceship forced into hyperspace under such circumstances, I can't even locate the impact point!" Murate cursed while busy.
Darth Malthael didn't say much. He walked over and pushed the operator in charge of the direction away. He grabbed the rudder of the battleship and turned it directly to the right!
"Lost...Lord Angel of Death! You...can't move the rudder during a hyperspace jump!" The operator was completely confused by Darth Malthael's action, and he fell to the ground and said quickly.
Darth Malthael ignored him at all and just held on to the rudder.
Because of his operation, the Rookery Hook-class battleship began to slowly rotate in hyperspace, and the vibrations became more and more violent, even to the point where people could no longer stand. They even began to wonder if this battleship would stop. disintegration.
But the disintegration did not happen. Murata shouted, "There are still 10 seconds to escape from hyperspace!"
However, he did not wait for 10 seconds. As soon as he finished speaking, the scenery outside the port window suddenly returned to the dark space of the universe, and then everyone was stunned to see an extremely huge behemoth right in front of them!!
Plague Titan Battleship!
With that 14,100-meter-long super huge body, even the 3,170-meter-diameter Rookery Hook-class battleship is as small as a baby in front of it. Although the battleship now looks dilapidated, with fires everywhere, but that close The terrible pressure so close is still suffocating!
Even if you look through the porthole now, the huge iron-gray hull of the Plague almost occupies the entire field of view, and the extremely huge burning steel city is getting bigger and closer!
The operator on the bridge was immediately stunned, "It's going to hit..."
Boom~~~~~~
Zhiqa~~~~~~~~~~
There was a huge roar, accompanied by an earth-shaking tremor, and almost everything in the battleship flew up in an instant, and then hit the ground hard!
Everything became a mess, the collision continued, the vibration almost made everyone unable to stand, and the huge sound of metal friction made it almost impossible to hear any sound in people's ears.
Darth Malthael's action just now saved everyone on the ship. He allowed the Rookery Hook-class battleship to still have a certain amount of inertial kinetic energy at the moment it left hyperspace, thus avoiding the approaching enemy. The collision prevented the battleship from being directly hit in two by the Plague.
However, the result of the collision with this 10,000-meter giant ship was still extremely tragic. At least a quarter of the ring hull was broken off and fell off. It was almost impossible for the crew inside to survive. Tens of thousands of lives were lost in such an instant. disappear.
However, such a collision had no effect on Darth Malthael. He swayed, came to the village and helped him up, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned into a black smoke and rolled away. Go out and soon disappear without a trace.
The collision lasted for a full 2 minutes before the two battleships gradually separated. The technicians on the battleship quickly started busy, self-checking the system, repairing the battleship, and treating the wounded.
Cunt took a deep breath, got up from the ground, walked over and grabbed a Gran general on the bridge, and said loudly: "Where are your people? How many are still alive?"
The Granite general had not yet recovered from the impact. He was hesitating for a long time and could not figure out the north, south, east, west, and south. Cunte slapped him in the face and roared loudly: "What the hell are you still doing here? Take everything that moves.
Send everyone out! Seize the ship, you idiot!!"
The Granite general just woke up from a dream. He quickly jumped up and turned on the communicator and said loudly: "Inform all formations to set off immediately as long as they are able to move! All set off! The wounded will be on standby, and the formations with missing members will be integrated into other formations on the spot.
Formation! Repeat! All set off!"
All the Gran Marines on standby in the hangar platform immediately took off in shuttles and flew straight into the Blade Fleet like locusts!
…
Bang! Bang!
A disconnected wire exploded with an electric spark, awakening the hunter. He held up his helmet and found that the area around him was in a mess. The ceiling had collapsed, and a team of B-1 combat robots that had just fought with them were all crushed under it.
Under the ruins, there was a pile of scrap metal, and many clone soldiers wearing white polymer alloy armor were also pressed underneath.
An alarm was sounding inside the helmet, indicating that they were now in a vacuum state, but the battleship's gravity generator was still working and did not allow them to float.
The hunter looked up. From the huge gap above his head, he could see the huge ring-shaped body of the Rookery Hook-class battleship, as well as countless battleship fragments and parts floating in space.
But what is even more dazzling is the blue and white striped painting and the hexagonal logo on this battleship!
"Separatist...reinforcements..." the voice of the crosshair came from behind.
The hunter turned around and saw the crosshairs. The wrecker king and the technician also stood up from under the ruins. There were also several other clone soldiers. One of them he knew. He had met Shen Qiaoen for the first time on the planet Mingban.
When his troops came into contact, the soldier who argued with him was called Iron Box.
"How is the situation?" the hunter asked.
"It seems that the Plague collided with another Separatist warship. Although this is a good thing, it is obvious that they have reinforcements." Crosshair said calmly.
The technician tried the communicator and found that it was full of noise, "No, it's all interference. The electromagnetic environment in the entire airspace seems to be controlled by the separatists. There is no way to know the situation of Master Shen Qiaoen. We can only rely on
On your own."
The hunter looked at the light spots flying out from the Rookery Hook-class battleship, nodded and said, "Let's go, we still have work to do."
"Wait a minute, what are you going to do?" Iron Box stopped him.
"Our previous mission was to destroy the bridge of the Plague. Now let's complete this mission and then retreat." The hunter said seriously, picked up his blaster rifle from the ground, turned around and left.
"But..." Tiehe wanted to say something else.
"This is how we work." The technician nodded at him and followed the hunter's pace.
"Let's go! Blow up the bridge, hahahaha!!" The wrecker king laughed, shouldering his six-barreled blaster machine gun and walked over.
Iron Box and the other surviving clone troopers looked at each other, nodded firmly, and followed the pace of the hunter team.
…
The Plague has been almost completely paralyzed, but with the arrival of the Rookery Hook-class battleship, the Fourth Civilization finally has reinforcements.
The shuttles loaded with Gran Marines took off densely and flew towards the Blade Fleet, with a very clear purpose——
Grab the boat!
This chapter has been completed!