Shi Man stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, watching a fleet of 50 Caldari Badger-class industrial transport ships slowly leave the space station and form a neat formation outside the space station. It was very spectacular.
With the arrival of the escorting second squadron of the Morde Regiment, the fleet began to leave in a mighty manner.
"I hope everything goes well with the plan." Looking at the fleet that had disappeared, Shi Man sighed.
Shi Man is self-aware. If it is really an interstellar war in the game, he can still direct it, but reality is not a game. If he goes there, he can only add superfluous information and even delay the fight.
So staying on the space station is the right way to go!
"Manzi, there is an expedition of 10-10 Serpentis, do you want to join us?"
Delk Ellis sent him a private message, and Shi Man immediately trotted back: "Here he comes!"
Professional people should do professional things. Shiman doesn't understand how to fight, but he is professional when playing games!
The mighty transport fleet came to hide in a meteorite belt in the border galaxy of the Alpha Star Territory. The second squadron of the Mod Regiment began to inject energy into the jump engine, preparing to jump into the battlefield at any time.
The hyperspace jump engine equipped by the Mod Regiment is the latest technology in New Eden. The maximum jump distance reaches a full 5,000 light years, and the average charging time is only 15 minutes.
Both the jump distance and the preparation time before the jump are at the top level in the world.
But because this is a hyperspace jump across several galaxies, the preparation time is very long, and it takes a full 5 hours to charge the jump engine.
On the other side, the First Squadron led by Mod is also waiting quietly beside the accelerating orbit, ready to enter the Black Flag galaxy through the accelerating orbit at any time.
In the Black Flag Galaxy, the leader of the Black Flag Consortium, Ackerman Ulea, is pacing slowly in the combat command room of the Legion Fortress. Sitting on the round table in the conference room is the captain of the First Fleet, Benjamin Milu, and the consortium.
Logistics manager Adams Kent, on the other side is a blurry holographic projection, plus Ted's urn placed on top of it. This is the first high-ranking member of the Black Flag Legion since they occupied the Black Flag galaxy 5 years ago to divide the interests.
This is the first time we have gathered together.
"What Jamin Milu said is right. It's just an unknown small force. There's no need to mobilize so much, right?" Adams Kent bent his index finger and tapped lightly on the table to break the suffocating atmosphere.
of tranquility.
"Yeah, this little character from the force named New Eden came out of nowhere. There's no need to call me over, right?" The guy on the holographic projection made a sharp sound, like scratching glass.
Harsh.
"Yes, Ted's escort team to defend the accelerating orbit only has 36 people. He was killed by hundreds of destroyers because of his carelessness. Give my First Fleet some time, and I will definitely kill these guys in the sea of stars.
Hit!" Jamie Millau said, arranging the expensive cigars in his hands on the table, sparking a burst of sparks.
He was dissatisfied with the fact that Ted was guarding the accelerating orbit with the most oil and water. He controlled the most powerful First Fleet but could only be stationed in the remote star system around Black Flag. He had to sneak back to drink a glass of wine. This
It originally made him very unhappy.
"Nothing?" Ackerman Ulea stopped, glanced at everyone, then knocked on the table hard and pointed to the urn on the table, "Ted is also one of the shareholders of Black Flag.
What’s more, our brother who conquered the world together with us, now that he is dead, or was killed in his own home in an execution-style manner, do you think you don’t know how to mobilize troops?”
Everyone looked at the small box with Ted's photo and fell silent for a while. Even Benjamin Milu, who had always been nonchalant, stopped talking.
"Okay, how old are you? Did you think it was twenty years ago? I am getting so angry every day!" Adams Kent looked at Ackerman Ulea. He had been following this guy for decades.
He didn't believe that the leader would be so angry about Teta's death.
Back then, his own children had died in his hands. He would not believe that in this man's eyes, besides interests, there was something like emotion that could move him.
"I don't care whether Ted dies or not, but he has left us with a huge trouble!" Sure enough, Ackerman Ulea walked to Ted's urn, his eyes suddenly became bloodshot and red.
, swept it to the ground like throwing away garbage, and scattered the ashes everywhere.
"New Eden?" Benjamin Millau asked tentatively.
"Yes, this is the New Eden who killed this bastard without any scruples in our house!" Ackerman Uriah gasped, and stepped on Ted's ashes a few more times as if he was filled with hatred.
"Does this New Eden have a big background?" Adams Kent straightened up after hearing this and looked at his leader with a solemn expression.
"See for yourselves." Ackerman Ulea did not explain, but called up the recorder on the track at the time and projected it.
The war recorder, which lasted less than half an hour, covered every angle on the battlefield at that time, from the hundreds of destroyers that appeared like a swarm, to the defeat of Ted's fleet, to the execution of Ted, all of which were very clear.
But this time, everyone's eyes were on the two destroyers, their expressions were a little horrified, and even the guy with the holographic projection was a little blurry.
"Liberated body?" Benjamin Milu's lips trembled slightly, and his tone was a little uncertain.
"Wrong." Adams Kent's face was so solemn that he almost dripped water, "This is a completely liberated body!"
As a logistics manager who often deals with the warship market, Adams Kent could not admit his mistake. Last month, he saw with his own eyes the fully liberated body of the latest Tornado-class destroyer launched by Star Heavy Industry at an exhibition.
He could feel that the firepower of the destroyer in the video was even higher than that of the Tornado class. Apart from the explanation of being completely liberated, he could not find a destroyer from any civilization that could have such firepower, not even from a demonic civilization!
"Grass (a plant)!" Benjamin Milu stood up in horror. He did not have the courage to declare war just now.
At best, they are just a whitewashed pirate fleet. Although they have been growing over the years, they are not arrogant enough to dare to confront the regular army's fleet!
"Have you contacted the other party?" The person in the holographic projection frowned, and his voice lost the sharpness it had at the beginning.
"I have contacted you, but the other party refused to resolve the problem peacefully, even though I have raised the compensation to the highest price that the legion can offer." Ackerman Ulea was also full of helplessness about this, and the guy opposite only left a new sentence.
Eden could not bear to be subjected to such an insult. He hung up the communication after he had to fight to the death, and never answered the call again.
"So, you want me to bring the fleet to help you?" The person on the holographic projection raised his eyebrows and said with a slight tilt of his head.
"Yes." Ackerman Ulea nodded without concealing his embarrassment. "The five Kasumi-class battleships of the Black Flag First Fleet cannot stop the attack of New Eden.
,I need your help."
The person on the holographic projection chuckled: "What's the price?"
"Black Flag is half of the income in the next 10 years!" Ackerman Uriah said without hesitation. He knew deeply how many enemies he had. The reason why he is alive now is because of the existence of Black Flag. If Black Flag is gone,
Maybe it will disappear silently in a corner!
"Half of the income in the next 10 years is indeed very tempting." The person in the holographic projection licked his tongue, but suddenly raised his head, "But I refuse."
Ackerman Ulea's face froze, and before he could speak, the person in the holographic projection spoke again: "Although my fleet is also completely liberated, the loss of one ship means one less ship, and cannot be replenished at all, and the fleet on the other side is completely liberated.
If nothing else goes wrong, supplies can be supplied continuously, how do you want me to fight?"
"This is the end of my contact with you Black Flag. I'll give you a piece of advice and prepare for a retreat!"
After saying that, the holographic link was cut off, leaving the three of them with ugly faces.
In the silence, Ackerman Uriah suddenly raised his head and looked at the two people: "I am not willing to give up the Black Flag Galaxy just like this. I want to fight to see if the other party has a higher level of complete body.
Battleship, if there are only destroyers on the opposite side, we might not be able to fight."
Adams Kent glanced at Benjamin Milu who was leaning against his head like an ostrich, shook his head and said, "What if I can't beat him?"
"Can't beat it?" Ackerman Ulea walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the curtains and looked at the ships coming and going outside the window, as well as the accelerated orbit flashing with plasma sparks after activation, and was speechless for a long time.
