Panerson was about to change his clothes after giving the order, but his adjutant stopped him again: "My lord, I think... ”

But before the adjutant could finish his words, he was interrupted by Pansson: "I know you're on the safe side, but you have to know!" Now the Titans of the Imperial Navy are being besieged by a group of enemies called Hibernators, and the Titans' escort fleet is estimated to have been lost, otherwise how could the Titans be in danger? And also call with clear code! If we let the military know that we are still going to the rescue in order to be safe, then we will both have to go to court-martialed and be hanged! So, if you don't want to be hanged, do what I command! ”

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant gritted his teeth.

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Travel back in time to the time when Andrew Moffa took command shortly after he gave the order for each wing to fight separately.

In my heart, Andrew's order was not wrong. Because just now, the Southern Foodie fired another doomsday shot at the group of hibernating warships. Although he only hit the end of the Hibernator fleet for fear of accidentally injuring friendly troops, he still cut the remaining Hibernator ships by about a fifth.

The hibernators are in a hurry, if the Southern Foodie is allowed to release a few more doomsday shots, then they will probably have to die here for the hibernators who left the wormhole! So under the leadership of those hibernator warships that could fire doomsday weapons, the remaining hibernator warships on the battlefield all rushed towards the Southern Food.

The Imperial Navy is also in a hurry at this time, and before letting you use a big turn in front of the enemy to become the commander of your own fleet, and now you still want to play this hand again?

As a result, the Imperial Navy warships on the battlefield also began to chase the Hibernator warship towards the Southern Food.

And the Southern Foodie itself is suffering from it, and its powerful main gun system is completely blind in the face of the Hibernator battleship that even has a speed of more than two thousand battleships because of its tracking speed. It was locked but the speed couldn't keep up, and after wasting a dozen salvos of the main gun in a row, Andrew stopped the gun crew from firing.

"There's no need to waste energy!" He said. So all the members of the entire Southern Foodie on the bridge watched the Hibernate Battleship get closer and closer to them, until the Hibernator Battleship stopped and began to prepare for the launch of the Doomsday.

It's over, and this time I'm going to follow in the footsteps of Major General Balbas. Andrew thought to himself. Just as he was contemplating whether to follow Rear Admiral Balbas and inspire the courage of the remaining Imperial Admirals before the end came, or to pray to the gods himself, a large figure stood in front of the Southern Foodie.

"It's the Vostok! What does it want to do? This is the question in the hearts of everyone on the bridge of the Southern Foodie, and some people can't help but say it.

"Report to Lord Sir, a farewell message from the Vostok." The communications non-commissioned officer on the bridge shouted, and he then received the farewell communication.

"Fellow Fellows of the Southern Foodie, below is Kelvin Thunder, the captain of the Vostok supercarrier, the Empire can lose two supercarriers, but it must not lose one Titan! So this time, let me help you block this blow! As for the non-essential combat members of the Vostok, including the pilots of the Carrier-Based Air Wing, I have sent them to the West. Goodbye guys, long live the Empire! ”

The communication ended, and the holographic projection in front of me faithfully reflected the situation outside. The Vostok was pierced directly by the Doomsday Weapons of the Hibernators, and the entire hull was blown apart.

"Fight with them!" Another supercarrier of the 107th Fleet fell in the Hill system, and the Imperial Navy on the entire battlefield suddenly went crazy.

The co-captains of the wings on the battlefield shouted orders to their squadron leaders, and the squadron leaders shouted orders to the captains of their ships, and finally the orders gradually became one: fight with this group of damn hibernators!

Quite a few captains took an extreme approach: they turned off the collision avoidance system on the battleship, and then shouted Long live the Empire and slammed straight into a hibernating warship! For a while, the entire fleet channel was filled with shouts of long live the Empire, and all kinds of warships, large and small, regardless of whether they could catch up with the hibernators, rushed towards them in one go.

Andrew looked at the battlefield that had become a bad battle, holding his head and not daring to say a word, for fear that his subordinates would misunderstand his words and feel that he also wanted to drive the Titan to a Long Live Empire charge.

After the frenzy of the Imperial Navy had passed, a few wing commanders who had cleared their minds began to clean up the mess.

At this time, Andrew was as weak as a bullied little girl and asked in the fleet channel: "That... Can anyone tell me what we should do now? ”

Several wing commanders were speechless for a while, please you are the commander of the fleet! Shouldn't it be you who make up your mind? Ask us what we are! A few people combined, feeling that they could only rely on the Titan for defensive operations now, and then wait for reinforcements from nearby to arrive.

Andrew had no choice at this moment, because the hibernator in front of him seemed to be staring at him. They gathered about fifty kilometers away from the Southern Foodie, staring at the Imperial fleet here.

"All combat power auxiliary ships are launching fully automatic nano maintenance robots at me with all their might!" Seeing that those hibernator battleships began to prepare for the launch of the apocalypse as usual, Andrew shouted in horror to the combat support ships of the logistics squadron.

At this moment, the combat power auxiliary ships of the logistics squadron have turned on the battle-type emergency repair enhancement module one by one, and overloaded their own maintenance robot launchers.

The Empire can't afford to lose a Titan here! This is the consensus of all the surviving Imperial Navy officers and sailors on the battlefield at the moment, hence the time to see the Hibernators once again preparing to launch the Doomsday Weapon. The remaining battleships of the 107th Fleet rushed to the Southern Food, blocking this wave of doomsday salvo with their much thinner bodies compared to the Titans.

Andrew on the Southern Foodie had already been moved by the battleship's initiative to sacrifice his life to block the end just now, and he didn't care about any career at this time, and he didn't have the idea of trying to climb up to it in his mind. He shouted to the battleships through the fleet channel: "In the name of the fleet commander, I order you to get out of the way!" The Southern Foodie is much stronger than yours, and there are also combat power auxiliary ships that have opened the battle-type emergency repair enhancement module to accelerate the delivery of maintenance robots, and our ship can resist this round of doom! ”

"I'm sorry sir, we refused this order!" These were the last words of those battleship captains before they were sunk by Doomsday weapons.