Rogge smiled, not caring about Mo Ran's busyness. It seems that Mo Ran's busyness has nothing to do with him. Rog sat on the somewhat twisted steel frame next to a broken dormant chamber, and he didn't know how he had managed to get there in the explosion.

"I know why the Allies are still using such old equipment." Rog patted his head, seemingly pleased with his discovery.

"What?" Putting the nanobox in his hand aside and tidying it up, Mo Ran turned his head and asked Rogge. He naturally knew that some of the designs of the allies were still relatively backward. But it's not as exaggerated as Rogge said.

"Think about it, if a person is in the middle of a space voyage and suddenly there is an attack. So what will happen to those crews? Rogge said with some excitement, "Destruction, of course." However, if there is enough liquid oxygen in the dormant chamber, the armor of the dormant chamber should be stronger. Isn't it possible to live in the universe for a long time? ”

For such a "discovery" by Rogge, Mo Ran could only smile bitterly.

What kind of logic is this! Mo Ran sneered, and then thought for a moment. "If it's an endless drift in the universe, then I'd rather die in an explosion." Mo Ran sneered, and then entered the deformed chamber once more, and moved out some of the undamaged nanoboxes. It doesn't matter what's inside.

The captain of the Mary must be alive, and he has the highest authority over these nanoboxes, as long as the captain is alive, the opening of these nanoboxes is not a problem.

"How? Did you find anything useful? Fang Hui's voice came from the helmet. These recruits were sent by Captain Wang Rong to find some supplies, and Mo Ran and Rogge were sent to this area by Fang Hui to look for them. The main search is for available weapons and ammunition.

Now that the undead already have high-powered hot melt weapons, it is no longer a problem to have small spaceships. The Undead could have hit two warships with a very inaccurate hot melt gun so accurately before, then there must have been an undead Sentinel on the Guardians.

At this time, the vast majority of veterans were on guard around, most of them had seen the undead, and the recruits were arranged to look for usable supplies.

"Find some oxygen tanks, and some food." This compartment is clearly not intended to be used as a weapons stockpile. But it's good to have some of the gains.

"Major Edward has found their captain, let's bring the crates here with Rogge in a moment!" After Fang Hui finished speaking, a three-dimensional map was displayed on the screen inside Mo Ran's helmet, with a small red dot on it, indicating his location.

"Okay, Roger." Mo Ran nodded, and then searched for it again. The cabin is fairly intact, so there's a bit of stuff to do.

Fang Hui was still very chatty in the team, and Team Leader Wang Rong appointed him to temporarily manage the recruits for them. Fang Hui spoke on a public channel, and Rogge could naturally hear it, but he pouted. Although they knew each other on the transport, that didn't mean Rog liked him.

After all, they all graduated from the same academy, and no one was convinced. And the fundamental reason why Fang Hui used the public channel to speak was to make the recruits around him recognize his identity as a temporary captain. As for how to remove the word temporary in the future, it depends on his performance, at least now he is performing very well.

With Mo Ran's example, the other students naturally couldn't say anything more, and the people who were still a little lazy in doing things before were also a little more serious. After all, the military is mainly to obey orders.

While Mo Ran and his recruits were looking for resources, Major Edward and the captain and adjutant of the Mary, plus the Entente Chekov and Major Ye Feng were meeting in a relatively complete cabin. The three parties sat down on three sides.

"What happened?" Major Ye Feng was still unclear about what had happened, and the first to raise the alarm was the allied Mary. Therefore, Major Ye Feng was the first to ask this question.

"It's a hot melt cannon." The captain of the Mary wore training armor, and for a fleet member like him, wearing training armor was a very troublesome thing. He had to suck his stomach before he stuffed himself into the somewhat cramped space of the training armor. Or put it on with the help of those recruits from the allies. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to get out of the bridge now.

The captain's words were a little muffled. The rate of fire of the hot melt cannon is far less fast than that of the laser, but the appearance of the hot melt cannon is beyond everyone's expectations. Moreover, in the universe, the biggest threat to the battleship is the hot melt cannon, the laser weapon only shoots through the battleship at most, and the hot melt cannon destroys the battleship entirely.

He was now a captain without a battleship. A captain without a battleship is often inferior to an infantry of motorized infantry.

"Where is the hot melt cannon appearing?" Major Ye Feng immediately asked, after all, leaving the battleship defenseless, either too close or too sudden. The former is unlikely, then only the latter. Figuring out the location of the opposing hot melt cannon is important for them. If you don't find it and destroy it, then as many warships come in, they will all die here.

And Major Ye Feng also reported the situation here to the Starport Command Headquarters far away on Earth.

On the table in front of them was a three-dimensional map of the data from the Mary's destruction. Soon after, the firing position of the hot melt gun was determined. It was the Valley of Grind, named after an astronomy enthusiast from the ally that first discovered it. That's the largest frozen valley on Pluto. Using the reflection and calculation of the spectrum, the valley is more than 13,700 meters deep and deepens at a rate of three millimeters a year over time. And what is at the bottom, even the allies themselves do not know.

The heat melt cannon was stored for a long time, but the Mary and the Entente Bear were destroyed almost at the same time, so the only possibility is that there were at least two hot melt guns.

This does not simply mean the severity of their task. It also means that the number of undead on Pluto may be much more than they imagined.

And many major generals and lieutenant generals at the command post of the Earth Starport were silent. "This is very important information, and this is no longer something we can decide. The only way to resist the bombardment of the molten guns is the Hokram, which is being maintained, otherwise the fleet that goes there may only make the losses even greater. A major general frowned, and he looked up at his colleagues around him.

This is known information, if you add the unknown. Who knows exactly how many hot melt cannons there are in the Valley of Grind. The situation was so dire that they had to convene a coalition meeting. At that time, the leaders of both the Allies and the Entente will appear.

The middle-aged lieutenant general commander sitting at the top was silent for a moment, then nodded. "All the Celestial Wolves who will fight in the Outlands have been recalled. And explain the situation here to the Protoss allies. The lieutenant general ordered in a deep voice.

Long Yan is the strongest team in the Celestial Empire, but as an ally, it is obvious that they can't leave their combat post at will at this time. In fact, more often than not, the Terrans, as allies, only guard some areas of the Protoss frontier, which are quite peaceful.

Even if the battle situation is not favorable to the Protoss, the Protoss' blockade of technology is still strong. And people have also tried to use various methods to steal learning, but in the end they all ended in failure. Human beings can only continue to explore in their own way, keep hitting walls, and keep moving forward.

No one raised any objection to the Lieutenant General's proposal. In fact, they were all here at this time not because of Pluto, but because of the trial of the captain of the Hokram for malfeasance. But now it has been delayed because of this incident.

"Isn't Jinghua on its way to Pluto? It's better to send Luo Xian. A major general thought of the Jinghua that was about to depart, and couldn't help but say his proposal in a deep voice.

It's a good idea, a dangerous mission that just lacks an experienced captain. And Luo Xian was being detained in the detention center of Star Harbor at this time. This is where high-ranking officers are held, and it is very deserted at this time. It's only in times of war that it's lively. After all, there is a lot of cowardice, and the officers who escaped need to be judged.

Luo Xian's face was very calm, she naturally had her own considerations for the subsequent trial, as for the things on Pluto, she didn't know yet. She has her own ideas about her ending, and it becomes more and more absurd as time passes. For example, being hanged in a military court, being sentenced to hard labor, or even being cleared of citizenship and having to go to an Allied or Entente country.

She didn't know which outcome would be a little more terrifying. But there is one decision that will not be shaken, if she is cleared of her nationality, she can die.

Time was the slowest when it waited in silence, at least as Luo Xian thought, she had never felt it flow so slowly in this way, when she was on the Hokram. She seemed to feel the slight whispering of time flowing around her.

Soon, the sound of military boots stomping on the ground could be heard in the distance.

"Listening to the footsteps, it should be two people." Luo Xian thought secretly, and then he was amused by such thoughts, and a helpless wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. She never thought she would have time to think about such a boring thing.

The footsteps soon stopped at the door of the cell, and then the red curtain of light at the door of the cell disappeared, and an officer came in with an adjutant.

"It's time for judgment." Luo Xian thought to himself, then took a deep breath and stood up. After a brief tidying up of his clothes, he was still wearing a military uniform, beautiful and capable, and then stood in the cell, looking at the two junior officers in front of him.

At the head of the pack was a fleet captain, who first saluted Luo Xian. "Hello sir, I bring the latest orders from the Starport Command to you." His voice was loud and magnetic, and he held a paper document in his hand. In the twenty-fifth century, paper documents are more of a symbol of rights. And the things that need to be announced in paper documents are often big things.

"What's going on?" Luo Xian looked at the paper document in the captain's hand, his eyebrows were slightly thick, and he thought to himself.