"Ah, where do we start?" Donald looked at the crumbling dome and stared intently, "Fifty hours ago." What a nightmare fifty hours. ”

……

Late at night on December 1, Truman public time, the airspace of the ninth leg of the Triumph Corridor, the B-674 fleet is on patrol duty, this segment is already very close to the front line, so it is also the airspace that needs the most attention.

The commander-in-chief of the fleet, Senior Colonel Zhou Sen, was standing on the bridge with the radar screen and tactical computer all in front of his eyes.

"Passing my order, the No. 1 reconnaissance ship turned in the direction of D22 and returned after traveling 25,000 star miles." Senior Colonel Zhou Sen ordered the coordinator, "The No. 2 reconnaissance ship will make a detour of the No. 4 obstacle area for reconnaissance, and return in half an hour." ”

"No. 3 reconnaissance ship ......" Senior Colonel Zhou Sen's brows furrowed, "No. 3 coordination officer!" ”

With a shout from him, a lieutenant colonel slammed up from the work area below, "Here! Your Excellency, Commodore General! ”

"Call me Colonel!" Zhou Sen reminded, "What about the No. 3 reconnaissance ship?" Why don't I have the location of the No. 3 reconnaissance ship here? They were now supposed to cruise near Jump Point 3 on the ninth leg, why did they disappear? ”

"Sir! I'm in contact," a cold sweat oozed from the Lieutenant Colonel's forehead, "they should have strayed into some stellar gravitational orbit and will soon be back under Skynet surveillance." ”

"How long ago have you been unable to get in touch?" Senior Colonel Zhou Sen asked.

"Ten minutes ago!"

"Ten minutes?" Zhou Sen was furious, "In that case, you should have notified me six minutes ago!" Instead of making contact on your own! ”

"I'm sorry sir!" The lieutenant colonel bowed his head.

Zhou Sen shouted, "Coordinator No. 7! I remember that the No. 7 reconnaissance ship was patrolling the airspace near the No. 3 reconnaissance ship, right, and ordered it to turn and move towards the airspace where the No. 3 was located! ”

"Yes!" Coordinator Seven stood up.

The order was issued to the No. 7 reconnaissance ship through the fleet's Skynet, and the captain was a Caucasian colonel, who quickly adjusted the direction after receiving the order and moved closer to the original position of the No. 3 reconnaissance ship.

The space camera footage of the reconnaissance ship was synchronized to the screen of the main ship, and now the No. 7 reconnaissance ship is traveling at a speed of 600,000 star miles per hour, with the ion thrusters fully open, this speed cannot be maintained for too long.

However, Senior Colonel Zhou Sen needed to know the safety of the No. 3 reconnaissance ship immediately, so he did not accept bargaining negotiations, and for a fleet commander, the safety of any ship under his command deserved his serious attention.

Senior Colonel Zhou Sen knocked on the command platform, "Coordinator No. 7!" Order the No. 7 reconnaissance ship to activate the stealth mode in the 500 stars before approaching, and if it feels that something is wrong, it will leave immediately! ”

"Yes!"

"What's wrong?" A colonel next to Zhou Sen saw that something was wrong with his current state, he had been working with this guy for more than ten years, and he knew what was wrong with this guy if the other party changed a little.

Now Zhou Sen's state is obviously anxious, he is rarely anxious, and every time he loses control of the situation, such a situation will occur.

"Look at this position," Zhou Sen called up all the airspace maps of the ninth leg, "and the data collected in these four hours...... In all probability! ”

"Hey, you're not kidding......" The Colonel leaned over with a frown.

"Report!" Coordinator No. 3 stood up, his face turned pale, "Collected the black box information of the No. 3 reconnaissance ship!" ”

Zhou Sen's prediction was fulfilled so quickly, "Drop the picture on the central control screen!" ”

The central control screen went black in the next moment, and only a very sporadic sound sounded, sounding a lot like the rustle of sand rolling down.

Everyone almost stopped what they were doing and looked up to the central control screen, where the coordinators, especially Three, looked nervously at the screen.

Suddenly, a very strange sound came from the screen, sharp and piercing.

Zhou Sen's face changed greatly, "Order the No. 7 reconnaissance ship to quickly leave the airspace and return home!" ”

"Yes!" Coordinator No. 7 quickly gave the order to the No. 7 reconnaissance ship to stop moving forward.

"No. 1, No. 2, No. 4, No. 5, No. 6, No. 8 reconnaissance ships quickly left from the nearest jump point!" Zhou Sen manipulated the screen a few times, and as expected, the Skynet signal was cut off from just now, "Return to the sixth leg and send a call for help!" If you don't have a signal yet, move on to the signaled segment! ”

One by one, the coordinators stood up to receive the order.

The Skynet central control system suddenly sounded an alarm, and the dazzling red swept across the bridge, and Zhou Sen's face was also hideous.

"Enemy attack! Ships ready for battle! Zhou Sen quickly issued a combat readiness order to the fleet's 374 warships through the Skynet communication channel.

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of light crossed the stars and directly hit the three cruisers on the left flank of the fleet, causing damage to the hull and causing a large number of fire zones.

"Damn it!" Zhou Sen bit his lip and bloodied, "The power compartments of each ship quickly activated the energy shield...... At the same time, the third squadron in front of the array blocked the enemy head-on and held it for three minutes! ”

"Yes, Colonel!" The commander of the Third Fleet saluted, and then his voice was heard, "All fleets start!" Let's go up! ”

As soon as Zhou Sen's order was issued, a strange fleet with a hideous shape appeared in front of everyone, and the battleships like butterflies rushed towards the third fleet that had just arrived in front of the formation from the moment it was revealed.

The fleet's secondary guns were all raised, and the fleet commander looked at the vanguard demon battleships, and ordered the torpedo bay to start, and the torpedo port popped out of the battleship.

The Third Squadron had a total of thirty-two ships, each of which carried ten torpedoes.

The torpedo gunner finally adjusted the firing elements, and under the order of the captain, the first round of torpedoes was fired, and thirty-two hellfire torpedoes broke out of the launch port and headed towards the demon vanguard battleships that had been locked.

Now, there are two minutes and twenty-seven seconds left before the power pod's charged energy shield.

Before the power deck could fully charge the energy shield, the Third Squadron was almost completely naked, and their opponents were armed to the teeth, and they were about to slash at them with large axes in both hands.

After the second round of torpedo firing, the Demon Clan's vanguard battleships finally rushed into the third squadron group with a loss of 34% and launched a suicidal attack!

Behind the vanguard, there are more demon warships appearing.

The commander of the detachment was expressionless, maybe even the demons misunderstood, the thirty-two torpedoes in the second round did not hit them, but the target was not them in the first place! It's the Demon Fleet behind them that has just finished the hyperspace leap!

While the third round of torpedo firing was underway, the squadron commander finally mobilized those secondary guns, and the commander did not charge the shield from the beginning, but put all the energy output into the attack from the beginning!

The secondary artillery began to fire indiscriminately in the fleet formation, hitting the demons and hitting themselves, before the battleship group completely collapsed, the thirty-two battleships fired the last main gun attack, straight towards the main formation of those demon fleets.

"Chief Zhou Sen, it is my honor to command the battle under your command." The colonel takes off his hat.

At this point, at the cost of the total destruction of the third detachment of the B-674 fleet, a precious three minutes were bought for the fleet's main formation, and the energy shield had already covered all the battleships.

Zhou Sen's voice of pain was almost moaning, "Attack! Two words squeezed out of his teeth.

He knew that his role here was also to buy time for those reconnaissance ships asking for help, and he was not qualified to fight a demon fleet of this size with a B-class fleet.

Although his own side cannot be compared with the enemy, Zhou Sen is confident that he can drag this demon fleet for thirty minutes to an hour at the cost of the death of the entire fleet!

By that time, the reconnaissance ship had already sent the signal for help back to Truman.

Zhou Sen straightened his military uniform and greeted the last battle of his military career.