A dazzling bright light came from the porthole, and then an unparalleled torrent of light swept through the pitch-black sky, striking the force field shield of the Flying Fleet with great swiftness.

The convergence of the two forces separated almost instantly, and the shield of the 'Flying Transport' turned directly from transparent to red, and once it touched, it had reached the stage of the end of the powerful crossbow.

Fazani immediately ordered the communications officer at this time: "Hurry up and connect the 'Flying', their shield won't last long, move, let them hurry up!" ”

"But our coordinates are still being interfered with by the other side...... the communications officer said with some puzzlement.

"Connect the Flying, damn it, blind jump, let them jump blind!" Fazani was already shouting in the communications officer's ear.

But it was too late, the hull deformed and melted under the onslaught of tremendous energy, causing a powerful explosion inside, and a terrible scream was heard in the passage of the Flying Ship, and then there was silence, and all the crew, along with their ship, were reduced to the debris of eternal silence in the vacuum.

Worthless Death...... Fazzani stared blankly at the shielded fireballs outside the porthole, feeling so terrified for the first time in his life.

The disparity in strength was so huge, there was no chance at all, and he felt that his twenty-year military career and all his combat experience were as pale and fragile as paper at this moment.

Fakhl could wipe them out one by one at exactly this pace, he couldn't help but think.

For a long, long time, the figure of the old man of Kezmia reappeared before his eyes, he looked a little tired, and his smile seemed a little reluctant.

"What else do you need me to prove? Mr. Commander? Fakhl said.

"Order all ships to lower their shields!" Fazani ordered the communications officer, rice bucket, rice bucket, he muttered to himself.

"We surrender, Fahle." A pale-faced Fazani announced faintly to his opponent.

"Wise choice, Mr. Commander, wise choice." Fakhl nodded solemnly.

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At the top of the tallest building, the Palestine Cabinet Chief of Staff Michael Murphy. The connecting light on the multi-frequency phone on Haydn's desk flickered incessantly, and the request signals on the indicator screen for a call came and went, so he had to use audio only to save time.

“…… At this time, we can't judge randomly, the situation is not fully understood, please wait for our decision later. ”

“…… Madam Speaker, I know the position of the nobles on the war, and everything is still unknown...... Yes, there was no motion from the Management Committee, and no vote has been taken by the Bureau...... How long? It depends on Chairman Moon's schedule......"

"Your Excellency, is this not the time, whatever clever advice you have to ease the war? Where did the battle come from? ”

“…… Who? New Newark News? Why do you have this number? You ask Ron for the latest news, and he's the spokesperson. He cut off the call impatiently, and thought about dialing the secretary outside the door.

"Alex! Please don't take any journalists' newsletters here, don't we have a media PR department...... Rotation day? All right. ”

It's all happening at this juncture, Michael. Haydn grimaced with all kinds of inquiries coming from all directions, a complete crisis, he knew in his heart, and it was so bad that there was no room for recovery.

Fakhler's ability to play with people's hearts is still undiminished, and he used the low-level Kezmian staff in the 'expedited delivery' to send the images to the major media of the Union.

He knew that these guys who couldn't stand the loneliness were competing with each other because of their competition, so as long as one dared to ignore the Seventh Amendment Act and broadcast it, the others would follow like Hong Feng opening the floodgates, and then spread this political disaster that could be said to be a rare occurrence in the era of singing and dancing throughout the entire Yinmeng!

These damned funeral directors and gravediggers, bad news and scandals are undoubtedly their favorites, and they can make any sacrifice for the sake of attention and ratings, without the scope of principles and the rule of law, which makes him and the chairman's cabinet team hesitate to deal with it.

The moment Fakhler's old face declared independence was a surprise to people, and the destruction of the 7th Brigade of the Volunteer Army, the Flying Transport, added to the situation.

Haydn could have imagined the panic that such an uproar would have caused to the minds of the people, and all of this could have been avoided if only the damned journalists who had been pointing out the big news all day long had complied with the Seventh Amendment!

In fact, Haydn was originally going to retaliate against several JAG media outlets that had preemptively reported the incident, and temporarily kicked out the reporters of several mainstream media outlets who caused the incident from the media press room. Ron drafted an official-style essay that was both left and right and slightly intimidating.

He prevaricated on reasons such as that terrorism will not be tolerated, and that the timing of the release of military-grade classified information needs to be duly authorized by the Military Commission.

He knew, however, that once the negative impact of the characterization of the matter had been, the punishment might not be appropriate and clearly unhelpful.

The sky-high fines caused by the Seventh Amendment may make the whole incident worse, and it is very likely that it is in the hands of some guys, who may be willing to pay and pour out their bitterness with clever remarks, triggering a new round of public opinion crusade against the Banc government.

All in all, both politically and militarily, the trick of the Kezmian rats has succeeded, and the cobwebs carefully laid by Fakhl have been tightened, and the web now contains not only the deputy director of the Comprehensive Development Bureau of the Development Council, Robert Brown. Kent, as well as the 1,700 reserve non-commissioned officers who came to the rescue by the Security Council Volunteer Army.

And no matter what method he used, being able to easily destroy a Yinmeng Fuxi-class destroyer has proved that the military threat of Zoroaster has been raised to a whole new level, and this height is actually unknown at the moment!

Haydn's fingers flicked lightly on the door of his head, and he was obviously troubled by the mess he was in.