After three years of sprinting at nearly light speed, more than 300 million dual-neutron shells were now less than half an hour away from the expedition fleet of the Six Claws.
The expedition fleet of the Six Claws was not all gathered together, but was divided into three echelons: front, middle and back.
Among them, Di Rong, who is responsible for commanding the forward echelon, is on duty in the cockpit of the flagship.
With the help of a vision aid, it looked at the dazzling stars on the dome display screen, but felt very depressed in its heart.
In fact, these six-clawed people are all suffering from mental illness. After all, the threat posed by alien civilization has kept them in a highly depressed state.
It would be strange if mental illness did not appear over a long period of time.
However, just when Di Rong was aimlessly watching the starry sky.
The cockpit's detection system suddenly sounded a series of alarms.
Di Rong suddenly woke up: "What's going on?"
Less than five seconds.
The hulls of several space battleships sailing at the front suddenly exploded, as if they were balloons that had been popped by something.
"What's going on?" Di Rong was shocked.
The next second, there was a violent explosion and vibration inside the space battleship where it was located.
[Alert! The power system is damaged by 84%...]
[Starting backup energy supply system...]
Damn it! What happened? Di Rong crawled to the dashboard: "Quickly avoid..."
"No! The backup energy system has also damaged 66% of the energy modules, and the current power is not enough to change orbit quickly." The deputy captain responded sadly.
At this time, more than a thousand space battleships in the forward echelon were attacked by more than 300 million dual-neutron shells.
Although the distance is too far, these more than 300 million dual-neutron shells cover a relatively large area, resulting in less than one thousandth of the dual-neutron shells sweeping across the forward echelon of the Six-Claw Expedition Fleet.
However, even if it is less than one thousandth, it is close to 300,000 dual-neutron shells.
In addition, there is a certain time difference in these dual neutron shells.
Even if the hit rate is less than one percent.
In an instant, 677 space battleships were destroyed and 252 space battleships were seriously damaged.
The entire forward echelon lost nearly 68% of its strength.
However, the attack is not over yet, because the dual neutron shells fired by the Neptune particle cannon are fired in batches.
This resulted in space battleships that tried to avoid the attack by changing orbits to be hit by subsequent double neutron shells.
On the contrary, the remaining space battleships remaining in the original channel were not hit by the first batch of follow-up dual neutron shells.
Inside the heavily damaged Striker flagship.
After listening to the reports of each formation, Di Rong felt nothing but despair and fear in his heart.
Of course, it has already issued an alert to the central and rear echelons as soon as possible.
But after more than ten hours.
Dijon received news that made him even more desperate.
"The central echelon lost 55%, and the rear echelon lost 43%. Aren't early warnings useless?" Di Rong slumped in his position, and the ultrasonic waves emitted from his mouth contained a trace of self-destruction and powerlessness.
The deputy captain saw the decadent Di Rong and quickly reminded: "Commander Di Rong, please reorganize the fleet command meeting as soon as possible. We don't have time."
Since the flagships of the central echelon and the rear echelon were destroyed by sudden strikes, now only Diong is left among the three core commanders of their expeditionary fleet.
Di Rong's tentacles trembled, but he finally regained his energy: "We can't continue moving forward, we must change the sailing direction immediately."
"Where are the other two echelons?"
Di Rong shook his tentacles: "Let them choose a direction to escape! Don't go in the same direction. We will immediately transfer to the undamaged space battleship."
It knew it could no longer move forward now. The enemy was so powerful and strange that it created an invincible shadow in Di Rong's heart.
Soon the other two echelons also quickly selected several temporary commanders based on Di Rong's authorization, and then the three echelons concentrated all the resources that could be reused into the intact space battleships.
With desperate efforts, they completed one-tenth of the material collection and personnel transfer in less than an hour.
However, when they desperately collect supplies and transfer personnel.
There is only about half an hour left before the second batch of dual neutron shells arrive.
On a cosmic scale, coupled with the low speed of the Hexapod space battleships, they slowed down to transfer personnel and collect available supplies, causing their space battleships to accelerate again.
In fact, even if they know this time difference, there is actually no way to take advantage of it, because the double neutron shell flying at near light speed cannot be locked in time using ordinary detection technology.
After wasting more than an hour.
They were hit again by dual neutron shells.
The horrific penetrating injuries turned many Six-Clawed Man's space battleships into piles of scrap metal, leaving only the flickering light of fire, telling the universe the final screams of the Six-Clawed Man.
This time, the battleship where Di Rong was located once again escaped disaster.
However, looking at the quickly extinguished light spot on the dashboard, it was filled with grief, but it knew that this was not the time to be sad. Di Rong sent out a shrill ultrasonic wave:
"Abandon the materials and personnel of other battleships, and follow me with the intact battleship!"
"yes!"
There are less than a hundred intact space battleships left in the forward echelon.
They quickly changed course to the left.
As for the remnants of the other two echelons, Di Rong didn't care about them. He just wanted them to be lucky enough to avoid the enemy's attack.
Six and a half hours later.
Di Rong received a notification from the Chinese echelon that they only had 163 space battleships left.
Fourteen hours later.
We received another notification from the rear echelon, and their losses were even more heavy, because after receiving the second blow, the rear echelon fled in a panic towards the North Star.
Then they happened to encounter some dense double neutron bombs, and now they only have 52 space battleships left.
After seeing the losses of the other two echelons, Di Rong's body trembled involuntarily: "Are we going to perish here?"
The other six-clawed people in the cockpit were also full of despair and fear at this time.
The enemy's power and weirdness simply subverted their understanding of weapons.
An atmosphere of failure spread in the hearts of the surviving six-clawed people.
Just as they were moving forward at full speed and accelerating desperately, an hour and a half later, the third batch of dual neutron shells arrived as scheduled.
The terrifying penetration swept through the remaining six-clawed space battleships again.
Once again, more than half of the battleships were turned into scrap metal.
And the battleship where Di Rong was located survived once again.
But it didn't feel happy because it didn't know how many waves the enemy was attacking.
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