"What about the defense fleet of the 27th District? Defeat the enemy no. Mo Ran didn't know how to deal with so many reports at this time, one-fifth of those commanders who were originally around the star map had disappeared there, and most of the remaining commanders were also showing purple alarm signals around them.

At this time, the chaotic battlefield Mo Ran struggled to remember the remaining fleet in his hands. "The defensive fleet of the twenty-seventh sector has been completely lost." It was not the commanders around him who were gradually silent, but the adjutant beside him. The battle had been going on for more than two days, and Mo Ran's spirit had been tense during this time. This was not the first time he had made a mistake, compared to Mo Ran's nervousness, the adjutant was much calmer. After all, this is a simulated battle, and he can still tell the difference, but Mo Ran is now completely immersed in the simulated battle.

In two days, the fleet that Mo Ran could control had lost at least one-third, and most of the fleets were already incomplete, so he could only form a few incomplete fleets into a new complete formation nearby, otherwise Mo Ran would make even more serious mistakes due to insufficient estimation of combat power. The place where he was in the central command room on the Protoss home planet.

"Is there still a full fleet?" Mo Ran asked in a deep voice about the commanders in front of him, now almost all of these commanders have their own combat missions, in the face of Mo Ran's inquiry, they can only look at each other and do not answer.

The last reserve fleet was also urgently redeployed to the 34th District for rescue. If there is a loophole in the outer defensive circle, then the fleet of the undead will drive straight in, threatening the home star battleship of the Protoss, and the home star battleship is the foundation of the Protoss, if the home star battleship is damaged, then even if Mo Ran wins the battle here, it will be a failure in the end. So many times, the task given to those commanders by Mo Ran was not to defeat those undead warships, but to delay as much time as possible, and the battle line was also stretched.

The consequence of this is that if the fleet of the undead suddenly intensifies its offensive, then Mo Ran will have to look for fleets everywhere to sustain the battle there.

It's not that Mo Ran didn't try the idea of encircling Wei to save Zhao, but not to mention that the fleets sent out would be surrounded by a larger number of undead warships, the fleet of the undead didn't care about those Protoss warships at all, in their eyes, their target was only the Protoss's home star battleship. Therefore, when more than a dozen tentative formations of Protoss space-class warships broke through the weak direction of the Undead Clan, Mo Ran had to summon them back to participate in the defense. Even if the number of these more than ten long-range warship formations was not large, he couldn't let these warships do nothing outside.

"How many fleets are there left in retreat and repair?" Mo Ran asked in a deep voice. The star map in front of him was still in the range of five light years, and the Protoss fleet did not use the Leap Skill to forcibly break into the interior of the Protoss to fight, they seemed to use the most basic method, which was to constantly engage in attrition operations outside the Protoss defense circle.

The adjutant of the "trimmed fleet...... was silent for a moment, most of these trimmed fleets were fleets that had run out of ammunition, and basically they were not fully staffed fleets anymore. Mo Ran is talking about these fleets now, so it means that he has no more options.

"The fleet of the 46th district has been repaired in half, and the replenishment of ammunition and energy has been completed." Seeing that the adjutant did not continue, a commander of the forty-sixth district spoke in a deep voice and saluted and waited.

"Any questions?" Mo Ran could notice the hesitation in his words, he knew that these warships had just gone through a hard battle, but now he really didn't have much to do. Although it was an inquiry, Mo Ran also knew that he couldn't give much help.

"Nothing, please give the general an order." The commander said in a deep voice. Now everyone has their own difficulties, and he knows that it is useless to say it, so he simply does not mention it, and stands there waiting for the latest orders.

Mo Ran nodded, without asking any more words, he roughly knew the number of several small starport maintenance fleets within the Protoss, but he needed a commander with enough confidence, even if not very confidence, to let this fleet collect some lightly damaged warships around it, and then rush to the defensive positions on the front line of the Protoss.

"The personnel losses of this fleet are serious, and it is still a question of whether it can guarantee sufficient combat power!" The adjutant whispered to Mo Ran, looking at Mo Ran's back with some concern. He had to explain the situation, and it was very unnecessary to cause unnecessary losses due to an incorrect calculation of combat power.

"I'd be glad you could find me a fleet without any losses." Mo Ran whispered, and then manually gathered the three completely scattered fleets together, and then gave them a coordinate to regroup in a relatively safe area.

The criterion for a fleet to lose combat effectiveness is the destruction of the main battleship, and compared to those large fleets, there are more small warship groups in the battlefield that have lost their command structure. Most of these small warships are small warships carrying mecha battles, and they don't have much combat capability in their own right, but they can't be allowed to wander in this universe.

And the worse news is that as time goes by, the speed of the collapse of this universe is also getting faster and faster, just because Mo Ran is in this universe and they don't notice such changes, but the increasing gravitational pull and some dangerous cosmic rays around them make their situation worse and worse.

"How long will it take for the mothership to leave?" At this time, Mo Ran could only hope that the Protoss mothership could be evacuated in time. During the time of their conversation, the projections of two more commanders disappeared around the star map. Before they disappeared, they only silently saluted their companions, and the commanders around them also returned the salute silently. Compared to the many reports before the war, the number of reports is much smaller now, and more information has become a loss report.

"The 16th sector has been completely lost, and all the large warships have been destroyed." "More than half of the losses in Sector 52 are still huge, and the number of undead fleets is still huge, and Sector 52 is estimated to fall in three hours." "The fleet of the 22nd District has been repaired, please give the order of the general."

This is a hopeless battle, if there is a landing operation on the planet, they can rely on the surrounding terrain and then have a certain deal with the undead, but this is the universe, there is no place to hide around, and countless wrecks are floating in the battle area. At this time, the fleet at the edge of the black hole had just arrived at the designated defense area.

"It's going to take a few more days." The adjutant replied in a low voice, this is a field he doesn't understand, it can be said that only a few people know about the home planet leaving this universe and going to another universe, and he, as an intelligent program of a battleship, naturally will not think about this, so he can only reply with this sentence.

"We may not have a few days." Mo Ran was a little depressed, now the losses of the fleet will only get bigger and bigger, the gap between the undead and the gods already exists, and the performance of the undead warships is also much stronger than the warships of the gods. In normal times, even a one-to-one battle loss is not easy to achieve, let alone now that the undead have an absolute advantage.

"I know." The adjutant's answer made Mo Ran slightly stunned, and then fell silent. It's safe for them now, but no one can say for sure, maybe in an hour or two, maybe in a day or two. The battlefield will be transferred to them. If the undead make a large-scale migration, it will be difficult to hold this place with the strength of their home planet.

"Isn't there a better way?" Mo Ran couldn't help but ask in a low voice, if it was a small fleet, he still had the ability to change the local war in terms of control, but on the entire level, such a battle would have no impact on the entire campaign.

"You're a general." The adjutant whispered.

Slightly stunned, he suddenly understood his identity. I don't have time to think about these questions here, he is the general of this battle, if he is not confident himself, then there is no need to fight this battle. Perhaps in the eyes of others, these problems can be seen very clearly, but he himself is caught in doubts about himself.

"How many warships do we have now?" Taking a deep breath, Mo Ran asked, most of the commanders around him were looking at him. He was now going to consolidate all the battleship data, and then organize the somewhat dilapidated defense circle of the Protoss again.

"If we shrink our defenses!" This question is not the first time Mo Ran has raised this question, because he was worried that the undead clan would directly use some powerful range weapons, so Mo Ran did not directly say this problem, and now it seems that he has to discuss the possibility of this problem.

"If we shrink our defenses, the undead will easily find out where our home planet is, and it will be even more unfavorable to us at that time." The adjutant replied that he had enough say in this regard. The range of five light years is also the range of the defense circle that has been accurately calculated, and as long as the undead are kept out, then the home planet is safe.

"But if we don't shrink our defense, we ......" Mo Ran didn't continue, as a commander, he couldn't complain about the environment on the battlefield and his unfavorable situation, the only thing he could do was to figure out how to take advantage. Looking at the star map in front of him silently, now the surroundings of the star map have all been dyed purple red, and even the defensive front of the local god clan has been broken through, and Mo Ran of the undead clan who has poured in does not know.

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