When the detector that passed through layers of blockades transmitted the latest star map back, the densely packed red dots shocked everyone.
After a while, Yang Wenzhi came back to his senses and looked at Ye Ming in disbelief: "Mr. Ye, is there nothing wrong with Aita?"
"Obviously." Ye Ming was also shocked. He blinked hard, and then quickly controlled Aita to complete the spatial reconstruction of the model.
Compared with those red dots that can cause trypophobia, it can be clearly seen at this moment that in the "limited" peripheral space surrounding the man-made jump device, countless enemy support ships are as densely packed as building blocks.
"Squeezed" together, forming an external armored belt composed entirely of spacecraft.
"True Turtle Shell Formation." Ye Ming accurately described the enemy's formation with a word that is almost impossible to appear in today's space war era.
"Then...is the locking okay?"
"Of course it's no problem." Ye Ming breathed out softly, shaking his head with a smile on his face: "But I have to say, the person who can come up with such a trick must be a genius - this kind of turtle shell formation blocks
There is no problem with the first-generation rice grains, but the second-generation rice grains are curvature-locked, and no matter how much you surround them, it won’t work.”
When Ye Ming said this, everyone felt relieved.
For a moment, the conference room was filled with cheerful sounds.
"It seems that the enemy does have a psychological shadow on the missile."
"Inevitably, their reaction was like that of soldiers during World War I seeing missiles."
"And it's a hypersonic missile."
"But the enemy's doing this means that they really value this artificial jump generator."
Amid everyone's chatter, Yang Wenzhi was also constantly staring at the enemy's support ship data, with his left hand on the microphone directly connected to the frontline command center.
Now the support of enemy ships has reached two hundred, which is about to reach the upper limit of what humans can handle - he is very worried that the people on the front line are too ambitious and want to be greedy for more.
But it turned out that his worries were somewhat unnecessary.
Soon Helko's instructions for launching rice grains were heard in the conference room, which made him let out a long sigh of relief.
So... ten minutes later, following the feint attack of the first-generation rice grains, the ghostly second-generation rice grains quickly broke through the enemy's defense line, and then accurately hit the artificial jump generator surrounded by iron barrels.
The only pity was that the expected explosion did not happen. Even the fireworks could not be seen clearly - but the dozen or so first-generation rice grains used to confuse the enemy caused intensive interception by the enemy's early support warships, and the light soaring into the sky illuminated the scene.
The whole night sky is really beautiful.
Then, just like poking a hornet's nest, the enemy's iron barrel formation quickly dispersed.
The enemy's support fleet also immediately began maneuvering.
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Aila star, executive base.
Hall's calm voice echoed lowly in the command room.
"Disperse! All functional ships are dispersed!"
"Everyone moves closer to the fleet coming to support."
"The remaining fleet accelerates, and the logistics ships separate to lure the enemy."
After issuing several orders in one breath, Hall looked at the camera above his head, took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "Cao, can you hand over the command?"
After a moment, a deep voice sounded: "No."
Everyone in the conference room quickly raised their heads, their faces full of anger and confusion.
Only Hall frowned deeply.
Chao's voice continued: "You can directly hand over your remaining support ships and functional ship formations to me. I want to take command of them myself."
After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Hall nodded slowly: "Okay, but you have to tell me what you are going to do?"
"I want to fight guerrillas with them - we can't touch them head-on."
"Okay! Here you go!"
After Hall finished speaking, he took a long breath, glanced at Dika and nodded.
Dika understood and immediately handed over the command code.
After doing all this, Hall slowly sat down, then closed his eyes and hid all his emotions.
During his continuous deep breaths, his heartbeat also slowly dropped.
If the orbital ship's breakthrough a day ago could be explained by "exceptions" - for example, a human missile escaped monitoring and interception - then now... when he surrounded the man-made jump generator into an iron barrel
, when humans still have a way to break through, this means... humans have indeed mastered a powerful weapon that they are unaware of.
Then... the outcome of this war itself... is not that important to the entire empire - although for him, it will determine his political life in a certain sense.
In the silence, the human warship was already close at hand, and the battle was about to begin, but none of the commanders made a sound.
Everyone's face was filled with sadness.
In this battle, almost all the battleships of Base 31 were gathered together. If they all lost...or, in other words, lost with the whole army annihilated, then...the entire Base 31 would have no meaning of existence.
Even if they take ten thousand steps back, in order to protect Base 31, the legion will continue to invest in defense...
The subsequent war did not have much to do with them.
In this deathly silence, the system's emotionless voice suddenly sounded.
"Commander, received the communication from the Supreme Council."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then quickly looked at Hall.
In the eyes of everyone, Holton opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "Take it!"
"Base 31, this is the security team of the Supreme Council." The voice that spoke was that of the Legion Commander - he did not use the identity of the Legion Commander, but the identity of the Supreme Council.
This can explain many problems.
"Understood." A glimmer of light rose in Hall's eyes: "Please give instructions."
"The Supreme Council has ordered that six fleets from bases No. 33 and 32, totaling 3,000 battleships, be dispatched to the system where your base is located. It has also coordinated six Enlightenment ships to go to the battlefield and is expected to arrive in six days."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Order your troops to form a frontline command center with bases 33 and 32 to fully resist the enemy's invasion."
The legion commander's voice sounded in the hall. It seemed that in order to give everyone time to digest, he paused for two seconds before continuing: "Hall, persistence is victory. The legion has obtained the authorization for total war, and the Supreme Council has also unified all
Sound! In this sense... we also have to thank humans."
As the legion commander's voice fell, a strange look appeared on Hall's face.
He looked at the imminent enemy warship with a deep sarcasm on his lips.
Shouldn't we... thank him?
This is... the awakening I gained by sacrificing the entire 3,000 battleships of Base 31!
"Thank you, legion commander."
"come on."
After ending the communication, Hall looked at the combat star map again.
I saw that Chao had taken over the control of the support ship and was forming a one-for-one formation with his warships, moving slowly towards the upper right.
The direction of the fleet seems to be to join the returning fleet above.
"Chao, do you want to give up the jump point?"
"Do you still want to go back?" Chao's voice contained a touch of mockery: "Hall, you are just too cautious and too afraid of sacrifice."
"To deal with an enemy with strong individual abilities like human beings, we should fight to the death! Even if all the battleships are lost, the enemy must shed a layer of skin - did you see the largest battleship?"
Hall's eyes moved and looked at the star map.
He naturally knew which one the largest warship was referring to - it should be the Kra people's warship.
"That must be the enemy's flagship, I will eat it today!"
"Next, all of your upper battleships will be at my disposal!"
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Mercury.
Ye Ming and Yang Wenzhi walked out of the combat conference room hand in hand and strode to the landing module.
They were able to leave the conference room when the battle had already begun, firstly because there was a frontline command center headed by Helko, and secondly because an important guest was about to land on the Mercury.
The landing cabin slowly opened, and a landing ship with a rather strange shape docked steadily in the landing hall under the control of a mechanical arm - the reason why it was not allowed to stop on its own was mainly because the Mercury was currently carrying out a carrier-based aircraft mission.
Assembling, several landing ports of the Mercury were a bit messy.
The hatch opened, and Flack, dressed in military uniform, took the lead and stepped out of the spacecraft.
"Academician Ye, Commander-in-Chief Yang."
Flack moved his limbs and strode towards Ye Ming and Yang Wenzhi with a bright smile on his face: "Sorry, I'm late."
Ye Ming and Yang Wenzhi looked at each other and smiled at the same time.
Both of them are among the people who have the most contact with the Tara tribe, and among the Tara tribe, the one who has the most contact with them at this level is also this Flack... They know that this man is very smooth in his actions and words, compared to humans.
It's too much and too little.
"It's not too late." Ye Ming smiled and shook hands with the other party: "Where is your fleet?"
"Oh, we've passed the jump point. Let me run over here and say hello to you, lest the Kron people think of you as intruders and shoot them down." Flack said while looking left and right. When he saw a human fighter plane
Shi's eyes lit up: "Is this a human space fighter?"
"yes."
"Can I mount rice grains?"
"Of course."
"Then..." Flack immediately rubbed his hands, his eyes shining: "Good guy, how many fights can you give us?"
Ye Ming suddenly burst into laughter.
He knew this guy was really thick-skinned...
Not to mention that there are only a dozen or so space fighters now, but humans can give them to the Tara people. The Tara people don’t even have a mothership!
"Stop joking, wait until you build a mothership in the future."
"Well, I'll ask for your support then." Flack said hehely, and then his face straightened: "Our unit has a total of 120 combat warships and 30 functional support ships that will arrive at the artificial jump in six hours.
Position, next, my warships and I will completely obey the orders of the alliance command center."
Ye Ming and Yang Wenzhi also put away their smiles and expressed their gratitude to Flack seriously.
"However...Academician Ye, Commander Yang, our warships have not yet completed the complete unmanned modification. Each warship has men from our Tara tribe on board...so...if sacrifices are necessary, I hope we can treat them kindly.
"
"Of course, we men of the Tara tribe are never afraid of sacrifice."
Ye Ming looked at Flack.
He saw that the leader of the Tara tribe's military, who had always been a bit "profit-seeking" in his mind and as smooth as a second-hand dealer, now had a dignity and determination that he had never seen on his face...
It must be admitted that at this moment, Flack earned his respect.
After taking a gentle breath, Ye Ming nodded heavily.
"Let's go to the command center!!"
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Sophie Galaxy, Homeworld.
Rays of death flashed in the sky, and lightning struck one after another in the night sky.
Even without drinking catnip tea, Halko didn't feel the slightest bit tired at this moment.
"Attention, the enemy is coming from the lower left!"
"Shield, turn on the shield!"
"Good fight! Another volley!"
"Ship No. 31, abandon the ship quickly if you can hear it. Repeat, abandon the ship quickly!"
"Ship No. 23, make up for the chain lock of Ship No. 31!"
"Ship No. 16, Mi Li is ready!"
Rays of light continued to pass through the observation window, like lightning tearing apart the night sky, turning the entire command cabin into a shining stage.
In the main control hall, Helko stood in front of the captain's throne. He wore a combat helmet and commanded the entire fleet - all the warships of his Sword of Vengeance fleet.
It was like he was standing in the center of the stage.
The battle has been going on for two hours.
During these two hours, he encountered unprecedented resistance.
Frankly speaking, this was somewhat beyond his expectations—even beyond the expectations of all former enemy command commanders.
Because everyone thinks that the enemy is going to escape.
Therefore, when the enemy they had been chasing began to accelerate and then reach the limit of speed, humans did not seize this opportunity well - of course, it is extremely difficult to lock the target of such a lateral transfer.
operate.
Of course, this is not important. In normal combat, it is not even a small mistake.
What is really important is that this means that the enemy has launched a jade-breaking charge that is not afraid of death.
It's as if the enemy is expecting them all to be buried here.
At least, in Herko's opinion, this is what his enemies think.
"Fu Jing, can you come up?"
"Yes, but it will take twenty minutes."
"Then I'll wait for you for twenty minutes."
Halko breathed heavily. As soon as he reached out and took off his helmet, his whole forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.
He stretched out his hand to the side, and the orderly handed him a towel and tea at the right temperature.
Wiping away the beads of sweat, Halko looked at the stereoscopic projection screen descending from the ceiling.
In the picture, the enemy has completed its turn and is approaching to surround his fleet.
Even the enemy's supporting fleet braved the firepower of the fleet in the middle to intercept and cover him, and carried out fearless penetrations towards his position.
It was as if... he had dug the ancestral graves of his enemies.
