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Arctura field, near the mass repeater.

The flagship battle group of the Third Fleet is preparing to make a jump through this massive celestial body.

The battle group consisted of one battleship, five cruisers, twenty destroyers, and nearly a hundred frigates, and its flagship was none other than General Grisham's battleship Karachi.

The total size of the Third Fleet is naturally ten times this number, but the passage of this flagship battle group alone has left the transportation department scrambling for a while, and if they are all assembled, the transportation of the Arcturus galaxy will be temporarily paralyzed.

"Hey, it's none of my business," Cicero muttered in the driver's seat, "but this ship is pretty good." ”

The Dunkirk is a medium-sized frigate with a nuclear load of 50 people, a length of 117 meters and a width of 35 meters, she has a mass effect main gun and 40 point defense cannons, carries twelve combat drones, a "Scorpio" main battle tank, four "Graytip Shark" infantry vehicles and six escape boats, which can basically deal with all situations from space to ground warfare.

"You must have been lazy in your culture class, Cesar," Connor replied on the side, "When the entire fleet passes through the Mass Repeater, you must hand over control of the ship to the flagship to maintain 'integrity', or you will be thrown out of the 'Mass Effect Channel' halfway through, and you don't know where to fly." ”

"Hey, that's something that only the flagship commander needs to know, the daily routine of our frigate and destroyer pilots is to fight one-on-one with ships of the same level to see who can hit whose PP first." Cicero made a pretentious waist twisting motion.

"[A pilot who doesn't want to drive a dreadnought is not a good pilot. Anderson's communication came from a nearby microphone.

Because his position is the captain of the ship, he can't wander around like Connor, so he can only stay on the bridge very sadly.

"I really don't want to drive that," Cicero said as he looked at the Mass Effect repeater getting closer, "you know what? A qualified pilot has a dodge of any attack at more than 65% on a frigate, destroyers, cruisers, the smaller the chance of ships, and only a pitiful 5% for battleships, and as for dreadnoughts, tsk, that kind of bulky thing can only expect the enemy to miss. ”

"That's what small ships are all about, absorbing damage from heavy ships with superior firepower with super high evasion," Connor said, "However, all the data at the moment is based on our own fighting, and if the aliens have technology that we can't understand, the tactics need to be updated and adapted." ”

"Tsk, I really want to meet the aliens, do they look like ET, Octopus, or Master Yoda?" Cicero named some household names.

Airplanes!

As Connor prepared to discuss this, the frigate's hull shook slightly, and she adjusted its flight attitude on its own.

The entire fleet was neatly arranged at this moment, like a school of fish in the sea or a flock of pigeons in the sky, and in the next second, a blazing blue light suddenly erupted from the mass effect repeater, and the bright blue instantly lit up all the battleships in the battle cluster, and in the next second, they all turned into elongated afterimages and disappeared from the front of the mass repeater of Arcturus.

"Well, it's usually a single boat on the road, so it's quite spectacular."

Cicero commented as he chewed on the bubble gum in his mouth.

In the Mass Effect Channel, there are distant stars flying by, turning into light trails, and in front and behind, there are all kinds of ships arranged neatly, regardless of the size of the ship, and the relative velocity of each other is zero.

"Let's go, let's go to Master Chief, the mission briefing should be unlocked." Connor patted him on the shoulder. Chase Yo Literature

"Huh? We're about to arrive in the next galaxy, and you're going to take the pilot away? Cicero looked at Connor in amazement, spat out a bubble in his mouth, and bit it himself.

"Even if you get to the next system, you won't have a chance to do it," Connor said, gesturing to the crew members behind the cockpit who had left their jobs, "The fleet will remain in its current position until the destination system returns control." ”

"Huh?" The unlearned driver looked confused.

"If a battle could happen at any time, the regiment wouldn't have been able to do that, but nothing that existed only in the imagination hadn't happened yet," Connor patted him on the shoulder again, "We'll be notified of the penultimate jump before we reach our destination." ”

"How can a serious frigate pilot look at the rules of movement of the Grand Fleet." He stiffened his mouth, then got up and followed Connor to the captain's quarters.

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The entire Dunkirk is roughly divided into five floors, the captain's room, the bridge deck, the battle deck, the living deck and the warehouse maintenance deck.

"This is our destination, 'Reach,'" Anderson projected a star map on the wall of the captain's room, "and it is also the limit of the Second Fleet's exploration, from where the Third Fleet will continue to explore." ”

"So what needs to be kept secret about this matter? You have to enter the Mass Effect tunnel before you can unblock it. Cicero asked, not quite understanding.

"Because we're likely to encounter aliens there," Anderson zoomed in and out of the target system, "and the Second Fleet started returning from here precisely because they discovered this." ”

When the projection freezes, a bizarre Mass Effect repeater appears, and although it is also key-shaped, the lightning flashing on the "grip" is ominous red.

"All the Mass Effect repeaters we have found in the past are all bidirectionally connected, and the specific location of the other end can be known through analysis, but this red repeater is completely unable to parse the situation on the other side, so expert analysis believes that it is likely to be one-way." Anderson projected some unclear documents.

"Or, the other side is blocked by 'aliens'." Connor added.

"Therefore, the mission of the Third Fleet's flagship battle group this time is actually to investigate the unknown galaxy, and to be ready for battle at any time." Anderson concluded.

"That's good," Cicero said, looking at the star map, "I can't wait to fight the aliens, but...... Why is the flagship battle group dispatched directly? What about scouting and temptation? ”

"About this—" Anderson shrugged, bringing up a video.

The person in the video is none other than General Jon Grisham, who was previously giving a speech at the Naval Academy, and he seems to be in a conference room, blowing his beard and glaring, looking like he is rushing to the crown.

"[What a scout fleet to send!] The old general said angrily: "[If you encounter aliens, do you expect those little dolls to judge whether to fight or make peace?] Let me take the flagship battle group directly over! What pot I carry! 】”

"Wow~ I like this old man." Cicero blew another bubble.

"Me too." Connor answered.