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Chapter 120: Evacuation Under Fire (7)

"Report, the detachment led by General Agulgamo has lost contact with the legion," said the adjutant in the Cambridge of the Bimont, hurrying to Bimont. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"How long ago was that?" Bemont asked, frowning.

"Two hours ago," the adjutant replied. "According to standard procedure, the outgoing fleet must contact the Legion fleet every two hours, but since the last contact, the detachment has not actively contacted the Legion for two hours."

"Why is it only reported now?" Bimont frowned.

"This kind of thing is a common occurrence in the Legion, and sometimes the outgoing generals may contact every four hours in order to keep the communication silent, and the fleet led by Agulgamma is so strong that there is no danger at all, so the communications officer does not pay much attention," the adjutant reported.

"Throw the officer in charge of liaison outside the battleship! The next time something like this happens, everyone in the whole department will end up in the same way. Bimont commanded in a calm voice.

"Also, get in touch with that bastard at Agulgamma and ask what the hell that bastard is doing? Is it to push the limits of my patience again and again? Hum! ”

"This ...... The communications office has been trying to get in touch, but the detachment has not responded so far," the adjutant said worriedly.

"Oh?! Send reconnaissance ships to see what the situation is, how far away are they from the fleet? Bemont asked solemnly.

"If all goes well, it's already fifteen jump points away," the adjutant said.

"That is, at least more than 900 light years? At the speed of the reconnaissance fleet, it would take at least five hours to know what was going on with them, and this was when the other side stopped to maintain the engine. Tell the reconnaissance fleet to get in touch with the detachment as quickly as possible," Bimont said.

"Yes!"

"Also, organize a large-scale exploratory attack to reconnoiter the situation on that side of the wormhole. I think something may have happened to the detachment. Although that guy has been a little bit in the fleet because of his sister marrying the third brother, he is not so incomprehensible, and there is no news back so far, I am afraid that he has been attacked," Bimont analyzed with a gloomy face.

"But even if it is attacked, more than 20,000 capital ships of the twenty fleets will always be able to send out the news, and it is absolutely impossible for all of them to be surrounded and annihilated without a sound," the adjutant said puzzled.

"It is possible that as long as space reinforcements are arranged on the battlefield in advance and all wave rates of the entire space are blocked, the hyperspace communicator will not be able to transmit real-time information at all. If you want to rely on the subspace communicator alone to transmit a message at a distance of 900 light years, I am afraid that several months will have passed by the time the message arrives. Bimont said.

"Report, the attack cluster is ready, ready to attack at any time," the adjutant looked at the communicator and reported to Bimont.

"How big?" Bimont asked.

"Two fleets, 150,000 warplanes," the adjutant reported.

"It's not enough, the number of aircraft carriers and fighters will be doubled, if it is not bad, the enemy forces defending the wormhole mouth must have increased now, and the fleet must have gone and never returned in the past" Bimont thought about it and said.

"Yes!"

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"Alarm, alarm, detection of signs of a massive fleet passing through a wormhole, twenty seconds remaining!" The piercing sirens sounded in the ears of everyone who remained in the fleet, and the soldiers who were waiting for the day quickly rushed to their positions, staring closely at the opening of the wormhole.

"Pass the order, don't let go of an enemy plane and go back, and block the entrance to the wormhole!" Zhang Zheng looked at the exit of the wormhole crowded with the wreckage of the battleship and said to Yunxiao.

The huge battleship was wrapped in a green energy shield and constantly jumped out of the wormhole opening, and countless individual fighters flew between the wreckage of the huge battleship like a swarm of bees, and then continued to accelerate towards the defensive battleship formation. Countless energy projectiles were thrown out, dragging a long blue tail flame like a dense firefly towards the defending fleet, and under the interception of the escort fleet's close defense guns, it turned into a huge green flash and continued to bloom in space, and occasionally a few fish slipped through the heavy barrage and crashed into the frigate, causing a slight ripple of the lilac space shield impact.

"The enemy is not simple, less than three hours have passed since the ambush battle, and the tentative attack has begun, and the scale is still so large," Zhang Zheng said with emotion as he looked at the group of aircraft and enemy ships that were constantly launching a "long live charge" against the defending fleet.

"Alert, an enemy plane has escaped through a wormhole!" Yunxiao reminded.

"Why don't you stop it? Didn't you tell them? What do you eat for the defending fleet? Zhang Zheng asked angrily.

"There are too many enemy planes, reaching the limit of the fire coverage of the defending fleet," Yunxiao said.

"What about mines? What about missiles? Is it true that equipping these things is for them to use as decorations? Zhang Zheng said angrily.

"It's been used, but it still can't intercept them all. The enemy's fleet of aircraft is at least 300,000 sorties," Yunxiao said.

"Three hundred thousand sorties?! The First Fleet's entire fleet of fighters has only 150,000 sorties, and many fighters are on standby, and the maximum number of sorties at a time is only more than 50,000 sorties, which is already the limit of the fleet's pilots. The commander on the other side is really generous! Zhang Zheng said with emotion.

"Yes, but if the mothership is capable of production and assembly, in a short period of time, the fleet's fighter reserve can reach 500,000 sorties, and if you count the suicide attack plant fighters, this number will double, but the fleet is seriously understaffed," Yunxiao reported seriously.

"Leave that alone, how's the Amy transfer?" Zhang Zheng shifted his thoughts and asked instead.

"The number of space cities that have been transferred has reached 2,297, and the follow-up space cities are accelerating the transfer," Yunxiao reported.

"Oh? It's a lot faster, how do you do it? Zhang Zheng asked in surprise.

"They fixed the space city together by a robotic arm, like the fleet on the Grand Canal during the Earth era. This greatly shortens the distance between the space cities, and also avoids the time spent on adjusting the course, as long as the first space city completes the course adjustment, all the subsequent space cities can quickly pass through the star gate," Yunxiao said.

"Who came up with it? It's a genius! Why didn't I think of it," Zhang Zheng patted his head and sighed.

"Hee-hee, it was Zhou Bo, the captain of the cowboy squad, who thought of it," Yunxiao said with a smile when he saw Zhang Zheng's annoyed expression.

"Speaking of which, have you met Bixiao? According to human ethics, that girl is your sister," said Zhang Zheng and Yunxiao, who were relaxed.

"That dead girl doesn't have the consciousness to treat me as a sister," Yunxiao said angrily at the mention of this.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Zheng asked strangely, he was still curious about the world of artificial intelligence. I heard that there is a special artificial space in the Golden Crow fleet, all artificial intelligence can enter, and the space is controlled by the super artificial intelligence of the salvation organization, and the entire salvation organization can know this information in detail only the president and the assistant to the president and the first few veterans.

"She'......!"

"Humph! Someone is saying bad things about others behind their backs, but I can hear it" Before Yunxiao's words could be spoken, Bixiao's figure popped out directly, and shouted at Yunxiao with his waist crossed, like an aggressive little hen.

"Dead girl, why are you not coordinating the battle in front and running here?" Yunxiao said "fiercely" to Bixiao, and then "kicked" Bixiao out with a very vivid kick.

As a fleet-level shipborne AI, Yunxiao's authority is much greater than Bixiao's, maybe that's why Bixiao is not angry. You must know that among the three artificial intelligences in the same batch, Qiong Xiao has become the general flagship shipborne AI of the Third Fleet of the Golden Crow Fleet, and only Bi Xiao is still in charge of a sub-fleet. However, this is only temporary, and after the fourth seventh-level fleet under construction is formed, Bi Xiao will be promoted.

Zhang Zheng watched in a cold sweat as the pair of special sisters staged a full martial arts in front of him, but he knew that these were just quantum mimics of two artificial intelligences, and what happened in the real ocean of data must be much more complicated than these, but this was not something that a layman like him could understand.

"What are you kicking me, the battle is over, and you are embarrassed to kick me if you desert here! Woo woo, when you go back, you must sue your mother and ask her to deduct your bonus this month" Bi Xiao threatened viciously.

These advanced AIs are all incubated by a common mystical AI, and as such, these AIs are all sisters. Their intelligence and emotional modules are also the most developed, and they have a complete emotional module just after hatching. In the entire fleet, only Yunxiao and Bixiao of the First Fleet are currently at this level, and the Venus of the Second Fleet and Qiongxiao of the Third Fleet are at this level, and it is unknown whether there are other existences of the same level. Intelligent AIs like Qinna are all incubated in batches, and the emotional modules are gradually evolved in the later stage, and their growth potential is not as good as that of Sanxiao and Venus.

"Report the results of the battle!" Hearing the information that the battle was over, Zhang Zheng immediately entered the role and asked in a calm voice.

"The battle lasted two hours, and a total of two enemy fleets were destroyed, 299,995 sorties were carried out, and five fighters escaped." After entering the working hours, Yun Xiao immediately corrected his attitude and reported accurately.

"How could it be so long?" Hearing that it would take two hours to destroy the two fleets, Zhang Zheng was very dissatisfied with such an efficiency.

"The fighter is too flexible and not easy to catch!" Bixiao said.

"It's not going to work like this, you have to find a way to drag the enemy at the mouth of the wormhole, otherwise it will be troublesome if you jump into the Emmy system," Zhang Zheng muttered while holding his chin.

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"Sure enough, the enemy has increased their troops," Bimont said with a frown as he looked at the information in his hand.

"Report, the reconnaissance fleet has found a large number of wreckage areas at ten jump points from the legion, and it is confirmed that it is a detachment led by General Agulgamma, and no one in the entire detachment survives," the adjutant reported in a heavy voice.

"Bastard!" Bimont slammed the fine equipment containing the blood of the Kryptonians he had just drunk against the alloy floor of the battleship and roared angrily.

"Childe, what should we do now?" The adjutant asked apprehensively.

"Contact the family, the seventh-level fleet with sufficient supplies is not something that the First Legion can deal with, try to hold them back before receiving a reply from the family," Bimont said unwillingly.

"Yes! ……”