Chapter 289: Glorious War (1)

"All captains, please pay attention, the fleet is about to depart, please all captains get ready, pay attention to coordination with the mothership, and now carry out the first formation coordination ......" On August 3, the fourteenth year of the ephemeris, the reorganized fleet of the Golden Crow fleet began to assemble, preparing to leave this hollow space where there was no oil and water to fish. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In addition, the reason why Chen Peilin and the others hurried to leave was that there was another thing urging them - the Glory War would start in a few days. Chen Peilin planned to make another profit before leaving, get the key to the interstellar highway, and by the way, see if the fleet of the Pfister Black Elves who participated in the Glory War was still there. If possible, Chen Peilin wouldn't mind helping to fish out that fleet.

As the last elite force of the Pfister Black Elf clan, and more importantly, most of its members have rich experience in interstellar navigation, and such a legion is also very coveted by Chen Peilin. The current human beings are completely a group of rookies who have just entered the universe, and they barely have any money just by relying on the performance of powerful warships. Not to mention anything else, at least the fleet has never jumped into a star or even a black hole for more than ten years, which in Chen Peilin's opinion is completely the result of the blessing of the sky.

You must know that the jumping technology used by the Golden Crow fleet usually opens the exit of the stargate in a place with a super gravity source. Because of such a place, due to the influence of gravity, the stability of the space will be relatively low, and it is more energy-saving to open the wormhole opening. And in this way, the problem arises.

Supergravitational sources occur either in large galaxies or near extreme objects such as white dwarfs, neutron stars, or even black holes. Ordinary civilizations travel by the path of the stars, like the interstellar highway. The Golden Crow Fleet is on its side, it is a completely random jump, and if he can survive until now, Chen Peilin sometimes feels that it is the result of the blessing of God in the dark.

And it would be different if we could have such a group of experienced navigators, and the fleet would definitely be more flexible in its actions in the future. Where there are ore veins, what kind of galaxies are more likely to appear life planets, where star paths are more dangerous, how to cross special star fields, how to infer whether space storms will occur through some small detection data, etc., all of them don't need Chen Peilin to worry about, and the Golden Crow Fleet can also sit back and relax.

Therefore, as long as there is a chance, Chen Peilin definitely doesn't mind saving that black elf legion. The entire ten fleets of more than 50 million highly trained Pfister Black Elves were definitely no less tempted by Chen Peilin than the Crystal Ore Vein.

"Are you sure you don't need to leave little Pichu behind?" Chen Peilin looked at the two beast emperors sitting on the sofa and asked.

"Of course, I think you'll help us take good care of little Pichu, and when we think about it, we'll come to you," the female Beast Emperor said with her still tsundere.

"What's that? Are you giving us a little child support? Chen Peilin looked at the little pichu who was taking the purple biocrystals as a snack and asked painfully.

"Humph! No way, we don't care about any of this, anyway, if my son is hungry, I'll ask you" Tsundere's response came again.

"Okay, we don't want the energy crystals, but give us some more bone spears, five million long ones, one billion short ones, and we don't want the rest, how about it?"

"Do you want to pluck the hair out of our people?"

"Look at what you said, we have already inquired clearly, you have a lot of these things, and they are usually used to build nests. We didn't even buy your dime of inventory at such a big price, but we lost money" Chen Peilin's heart-wrenching acting.

"Humph! Those three traitors," the male Beast Emperor's deep voice came out.

"Haha" Chen Peilin knew that there was a play at a glance.

"You see, now that we've left you half of this spaceport, you can live in it. Don't hide those discarded bone spears. Sell them all to us while we don't leave now, otherwise you won't have a place to change them when we leave. Why don't we suffer a little more and sell you a set of energy spar manufacturing equipment, what do you think? Chen Peilin continued to flicker.

Bone spears are a good thing, as Alan Scott has demonstrated. Not only can this thing penetrate the energy shield, but the bone spear produced by the seventh-level star beast can even shoot through the space shield. It is also capable of producing a big bang after absorbing energy, and has some properties similar to those of the Maury Crystal.

Even if you use a bone spear to process the spear of the Xingtian mecha, the Xingtian mecha is completely capable of inflicting huge casualties on enemies equipped with space shields, and it is definitely a super existence like a spear and a blasting canister. Alan Scott and they even have a big brain, planning to directly use the bone spear to carve a small spaceship from the middle, and then there is no need for a warp engine, and only the characteristics of the bone spear itself can travel through space for a short time.

"Okay, but we have to decide the price, and it can't be lower than the last transaction price."

"Well said, well said. Ha ha...... Hahaha"

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"The fourth formation coordination begins, please prepare all captains......"

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At the edge of the Storm Star Field, the surrounding vast star field has been completely under martial law, and countless probes are flying around the edge of the Storm Star Field. Fires, shipwrecks, broken warplanes, individual assault ships still on fire, mutilated corpses...... Countless remnants of the battlefield were scattered across the edge of the Storm Field.

A large fleet slowly assembled on the edge of the Storm Star Field, and from time to time sparks, gases, and other debris flew out of the damaged area of the battleship, proving that this fleet had just experienced a life-and-death battle. The wreckage of the warships outside, built in a completely different style from the one of the fleet, is the masterpiece of this fleet.

This is the battlefield of glory, the once-in-a-century battlefield of glory is opened again, where the elite forces of the major empires are engaged in rounds of desperate battles, for the interests of themselves, their families, their own civilizations, and the empires to which they belong, brutally beating all the enemies into ruins.

"The fleets quickly complete the repair of battle-damaged warships and replenish the energy, and the casualties of the soldiers are drawn from the reserves as soon as possible to make up for them. The hangar of the Seventh Fleet's aerospace aircraft carrier was damaged, and the damage management department was notified to hurry up the repairs, and if the manpower was insufficient, it would be transferred to several other fleets. When the next battle begins, the Seventh Fleet's aerospace carriers must be able to carry out the ejection of fighters.

Also, while there is still time, all personnel should hurry up and take a break in the hibernation pod. The consumption of everyone in the battle just now is very large, and then mobilize a batch of powerful Type III super nutrient solution from the logistics department, so that everyone can hurry up and replenish their physical strength" The command center of the flagship, Karibu sat in the command seat with a weak body, issuing instructions to the staff officers beside him.

"You can rest for a while, Commander-in-Chief," the black elf lieutenant with slender ears stood beside Capri, sincerely comforting.

"I don't have time, I'm not at ease when I leave these things to others. Tell Jonia to bring me another Flash (a psychostimulant), and we'll get on with the preparations" Caribou rubbed his brows, casually drank the powerful Type III Super Nutrient Solution in his hand, and then went on with his official business.

"Okay, according to the rules of the battlefield, the next duel will start in fifteen hours. The next battle we are about to take on is a golden army of the Ancient Dynasty, and their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated, especially since we have already suffered heavy casualties," the adjutant said heavily.

"What about our casualties?"

"Not small, now there are six fleets left that can exert all their combat power, and the losses of large battleships are not very large, and the biggest losses are small destroyers and frigates. The shields of these battleships were too weak to withstand the salvo of the enemy's main guns.

Moreover, the three Kara-class destroyers and Mokolo-class frigates we are equipped with are at the bottom of the combat power of the surrounding empires," the adjutant said with a well-known look.

"It's too late to make the arsenal of the aerospace aircraft carrier temporarily production. In this way, let the salvage team salvage the miscellaneous pieces of the Shakun Empire as quickly as possible, and all the war factories will produce heavy fighters for me, the more the better, not for quality, only for quantity. Two-thirds are designed to be unmanned and capable of carrying hedron bombs for suicide attacks.

The toads of the ancient dynasty have always been swarming for landing operations, evading our artillery fire with their strong numbers and flexible mobility. This time, we're going to have a pin-to-the-needle battle with them, using individual fighters to fight their Golden Legion mechs. Aren't they numerous? We are ten times more than them. Coupled with the precise control of our pilots, it is still unknown who will kill the deer," Caribou said viciously.

"Are we really going to die for those guys?" The adjutant was silent for a moment and asked.

"Why do you say that?"

"Obviously, our warships are all rank 6 warships, and they can't escape in the Storm Star Domain at all. And the enemy is constantly driving in waves, we are now facing the enemy's wheel war, there is no possibility of winning at all, even if we can fight again, there will always be a day when the enemy will be consumed. They have done so to our people, shall we take the blame for them? The adjutant asked loudly.

"So what do you say? Our home planet is still being watched by them, and there is still hope for winning our mother civilization, and losing the entire Pfister Black Elf clan will really be history," Caribou said in a low voice.

"Do you think that if you win the battle, can the Pfister Black Elves really still exist? The 50 million clansmen here are already the last elite of the Pfister Black Elf clan, and after we lose it, the rest of the clansmen are not fish in the eyes of others. Rather than die like this, I'd rather rush out and fight with them with real knives and guns, even if I whitewash my bones, I feel comfortable," the adjutant roared unwillingly with red eyes.

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"I don't know how Basalo is now," Caribou said suddenly.

"Who knows............" (To be continued.) )