"Five minutes and forty-six seconds of reaction time, Admiral!" A colonel's staff officer not far away stared at the projection with a frightened voice, his originally white face became even paler, the Confederacy had used the Molecular Dismantling Net, and it was clear that the power of this weapon was almost equivalent to annihilation.

As a decomposition network that advances at the speed of light, the coverage area of the instant composition is more than 200 million kilometers, and the calculated reaction time is the reaction time of the escape of the Grand Fleet in it.

In fact, even Admiral Bill, who was at the flagship of the Grand Fleet, knew in his heart that there was little hope of being able to get out of the way, but he still had to fight to the death, and shouted directly, "Calculate the loophole in the molecular disintegration network, we have to escape." ”

"The northwest direction is the weak point of the molecular decomposition network." The results of the calculations came out immediately.

"All the subordinate warships went to the northwest at full speed, turned on the afterburner engine, maintained the protective shield, and we rushed out." Admiral Bill didn't hesitate for even a second, at this time he had no reason to believe that the central computer was correct, if normally he had time to think about the cost, but now it was different, it was the time of the race against death.

The reason for the weakness of the molecular disintegration network is easy to understand, the celestial bodies of the star system are naturally formed, and the Seth civilization does not have the technology to arrange these natural celestial bodies in a suitable position, and all they can do is take advantage of the existing conditions. These celestial bodies have different masses and different distances, and the web of molecular disintegration emitted by satellites is naturally not as invulnerable as it is in video games.

The entire Grand Fleet can no longer care about pursuing the three artificial planets that have been scarred, as for the idea of capturing the artificial planets to improve the technology of the administrative region and deter other forces? Excuse me, who are you?

In the face of the coverage of this molecular disintegration network, there are usually two ways, one is to run away as you are now, let luck decide who can escape or be wiped out, and the other is to stay where you are and resist.

In fact, according to common sense, the latter may have less losses, after all, the countless steel giants of the Grand Fleet are gathered together, and even in the face of the molecular disintegration network, they may be able to survive. After all, energy is conserved, and the molecular decomposition network also needs the support of energy to exert its power, and if a battleship is not destroyed, the energy of the molecular decomposition network will also be weakened.

But almost no one would make decisions that seemed less risky, and Admiral Bill wouldn't do that. Because there are usually two results of hard resistance on the spot, if it is fought well, it will be a Jedi counterattack like Stalingrad, and if it is not fought well, it will be the annihilation of the whole army like the Battle of Kiev, and the most important thing is that no one knows whether they are the former or the latter.

So the order to flee in a hurry seemed logical, and the molecular disintegration network pressed towards the Great Fleet at the speed of light in all directions increased the psychological pressure of the fighters every second, and the battleship channel was extremely noisy, and even the calm reprimand issued by the flagship could not stop this chaos.

The endless complaints almost drowned out the fleet channel, and the spearhead was pointed at the commander-in-chief, Admiral Bill, and the top of the administrative district who made the decision to attack, no one wanted to die, especially such a death.

"Those Yankews still haven't changed!" Among the five-star warships on the edge of the Kuiper belt, Ania looked at some war records about the United States, and joked very frivolously, "From a comprehensive historical point of view, this country is suitable for fighting a war like a bamboo, harvesting heads when all aspects are superior, and entering a stalemate at one point, soldiers often erupt into strong war weariness, and eventually drag the top leadership back." ”

Although far from the coverage of the molecular disintegration network, the Fleet channel information of the Grand Fleet of America was still intercepted, and both Ringer and Ania were well aware of the confusion. In a sense, the two men stood here to watch the joke, representing the Soviet Union and the Greater German Reich, which had long since disappeared from the Confederacy.

Ania was taught from an early age that everyone was a stranger except for those in the Communist League, who were compatriots. Ringer is even more direct, he has carried out ethnic cleansing, how can a person with a black heart and blood have sympathy for the American Grand Fleet?

The big fleet that fled quickly naturally didn't know that there were still bystanders now, and even if they knew, they wouldn't care, what they cared about most now was whether they could avoid the catastrophe, the chance of escaping was fleeting, and the battleship engines were strengthened enough to damage the lifespan, even if they could successfully escape this time, the engine systems of these warships would all be scrapped in advance.

Even so, the probability of success given by the central computer still pricked many people's nerves, and the chance of escaping had dropped from 21 percent to 17 percent after a minute. There is no doubt that the reason for this result is, of course, in the human beings themselves, and the central computer has calculated the theoretically optimal escape route, but there will always be some deviations in the early execution of human beings, and it is impossible to achieve the optimal state required by the central computer.

The panic when he first faced the molecular disintegration network caused Admiral Bill to waste a few seconds, and it was such a few seconds of panic that directly reduced the chances of the entire American Grand Fleet breaking through by four percent.

In the bridge control room of the Grand Fleet's flagship battleship, Admiral Bill was staring closely at the radar sounding table and optical telescopic screen on the center console, checking the transmitted data and reports from time to time. The slender face was like a layer of frost, the lips were tightly pursed, and a pair of slender eyes under the thick eyebrows were bright.

The countdown displayed on the central computer is like a talisman, pasted on everyone's heart, just a little glance makes you feel a chill down your spine, and there are still twelve seconds left in the countdown. After twelve seconds, the entire molecular decomposition web will be completely closed, and all the battleships of the Grand Fleet in the decomposition web will be wiped out.

The electronics that control the engine had shown a dangerous red color, and had emitted an alarm sound that lasted for half a minute, but no one cared, and the entire central control room of the flagship was silent, and many people had lowered their heads and closed their eyes, or prayed or counted down, waiting for the final fate to come.

"We made it!" A few seconds later, a staff officer who had not closed his eyes and stared at the countdown suddenly shouted, and only a few people saw with their own eyes that the flagship had successfully broken through and rushed out before the molecular disintegration network was completely closed.

But without waiting for everyone to cheer and express their tears of joy, the countdown on the projection finally became zero, and a sky net was officially formed, cutting off the Grand Fleet, and eighty percent of the Grand Fleet warships were shrouded in it, and one by one the battleships seemed to have seen the snowflakes of the sun, and they were directly dissolved.