"Fleet, let's go." Sdell calmly said these four words into the channel.

Orders were channeled into the various divisions of the warships, and the entire fleet was a machine, and now all its parts and gears were slowly snapping and running.

The liaison officers and coordinators under the command stand were even more busy flying, shouting and shouting one after another.

The director of the power compartment lifted the restriction of the energy receiver, exported the energy liquid into the acceleration corridor, and the data on the control screen suddenly reached a critical point and issued a red piercing alarm.

However, it is clear that the officers and mechanics in the power compartment are used to it, and except for the trainees who have just arrived on the ship, they will be nervous.

After the power compartment recharge time has passed, the ion thruster is turned on, and tens of thousands of jets pop out at the same time, and the energy is poured into the ship to move forward.

After two minutes of slow test flights, the fleet was moving like a wild horse on the loose, and its speed had risen to half a million stars per hour.

"Unleash warplanes, drones, and explore the airspace ahead." Skel gave the second order. Then it was quickly executed.

Several fighter sortie doors popped out of the lower belly of the One-Eyed Python, and a fighter group composed of forty-eight space fighters leaped out of the hatch, formed a fixed formation, and then headed farther into the depths of the universe under the leadership of the long plane.

After they attacked, the drone formation was also dispatched, a full of four hundred and eighty, dense drones poured out like locusts, the speed was extremely fast, and soon overtook the fighter group that set off first, and then took the lead.

The secondary control of these drones is in the hands of everyone in the fighter fleet, and one person controls ten for exploration. And the main control is still on the mothership, and the picture of the drone is not only synchronized to the fighter, but also on the mothership.

"Captain Hemer." Suddenly, Skdell called out a name, a captain.

One of the captains in the control area below didn't react at first, until a nearby colleague stabbed him, "Here! Excellency! ”

"You're in charge of liaison with the reconnaissance fighter group, right?" Steele said so.

"Yes...... Yes! ”

"Well, keep an eye on the situation."

"Understood!" The captain's face flushed with excitement, and after a military salute, he sat down, staring at the screen with unblinking eyes and adjusting the headphones, for fear of missing some important information.

Stehl closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

In the corner of the first floor of the command hall, several shoulder-mounted video recorders are unfurled, each dressed as a war correspondent.

That's right, they are war correspondents from the first front, and this time their host is the famous Orphison.

It was only a camera position on the front line, and reporters were on camera in every corner of the command hall on the fifth floor, following their gaze.

Of course, such shooting and video recordings cannot be directly edited and then sent to television, and they can only be broadcast after being reviewed and deleted by the military department.

Orpheison worked hard to get into the Cyclops for filming, and he worked hard to get it. Of course, Orpheison didn't just want to stay on the mothership, his ultimate goal was to get to Truman.

The military-style documentary of the First Front has always been required to be realistic, and Orpheison has been committed to filming real battlefield scenes for many years, so he can go behind enemy lines without risking his own safety.

Orpheison stood on the bridge on the second floor, and no matter how many times he stood here, he would still be shocked, especially this one.

The one-eyed python shot again, this is the first time in decades that the famous general's personal expedition. Although every officer and soldier of the Cyclops had an almost superstitious admiration for the famous general, Orpheison was deeply worried.

This is not the time of decades ago when Myron Steel, the one-eyed python, was invincible across the stars, he was old, and his every breath was so weak that it felt like he was going to die at any moment.

It is true that the name of the one-eyed python will never fall, but the commander of the one-eyed python is indeed a human, an ordinary human, and it is a miracle that he can survive to this day.

What else can you force this old man to do? Will he still be able to lead this fleet to victory again?

Orpheison has a deep distrust and concern about this.

"Mr. Orpheison," the young trainee reporter said cautiously, "are you ready to start recording?" ”

"Of course," Orpheison nodded, then straightened his shirt and faced the camera, "Let's get started." ”

"Okay, Mr. Orpheison. 3-2-1," said the cameraman with the camera, turning on the recording, "Let's go!" ”

Orpheison took a deep breath, "Thank you to the audience who are watching the 'First Front' at this time. Look at me, where is this? You may know that this is the command hall of a mothership, but you don't know what we're going through. ”

He pointed to the large screen of Skynet, there was only one picture on it at this time, and that was the Truman Star, "We are on the mothership on the way to the Truman battlefield, and you must have all heard of the name of this fleet, because it is the fleet personally led by His Excellency Admiral Myron Stehl, the one-eyed python. The mothership under my feet is the famous Cyclops Python! ”

"Truman, what a beautiful planet it once was, it was located in the Triumphal Corridor, and it was the only planet of immigrants in that airspace. You may not know that not long ago, this planet was attacked by demons. The fleet was swept away, and Admiral Donald, who was ranked 67th on the list of famous generals, resisted to the end, and was killed with his own mothership, the Qingcang. In that battle, the Truman garrison suffered heavy casualties. ”

"That planet has also been landed and occupied by the demon army, and the remaining army has gathered like a firefly that will be extinguished at any time to resist the demon army, and it will perish at any time. The Redemption Army of Philanthropy gave its greatest strength to support Truman, an expeditionary fleet bound for Truman. ”

Orpheuson pointed to the old man sitting on the podium, "We'll be engaged with the demon garrison near the jump point in a few hours, and after breaking through the defenses, we'll be heading straight for Truman along the path that has been carved out. As a war correspondent, I'm going to go down to that planet as well. I don't know what the outcome of this battle will be, we can win or lose. But we're never afraid, and neither is everyone here. ”。

"Within thirty-six hours, we will carry out a forced landing war against Truman!" Orpheuson concluded: "May our merciful and Almighty Lord bless!" ”

Then the cameraman turned off the camera and ended the recording.