Chapter 293: Black Elf, Run Fast (2)

"Are they still holding on?" Chen Peilin sat in the command center and asked Zhang Zheng, who was in command on the side. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The Golden Crow fleet had arrived at the edge of the Storm Star Field three hours earlier, and 100,000 kilometers ahead was the battlefield where the two sides fought to the death.

However, due to space storms, neither the Science and Technology Alliance nor many other civilizations have placed probes inside the Storm Star Field. After all, no one would have thought that there would be a civilization breaking out of the Storm Star Domain, and it is completely impossible to say that the fleet that entered the Glory Battlefield escaped through the Storm Star Field. I'm afraid that before these cannon fodder regiments enter the Storm Star Domain, the terrifying space rift has already torn all the battleships to pieces.

"Judging from the battlefield situation, the Pfister Black Elf currently has the upper hand, and this battle should ultimately be won by the Pfister Black Elf, but the loss of the Black Elf will be relatively large," Zhang Zheng responded while browsing the real-time battlefield situation projection collected by the probe.

"It's best not to let these black elves lose too much, we still want them to serve the fleet in the future, if they all die, we won't be dead. The black elves here are all the elite forces of the black elf clan, and it will be a pretty good force to reorganize several fleets in the future," Chen Peilin said worriedly.

"Again...... Fifteen minutes, all the arrangements will be in place, and then we can act" Zhang Zheng looked at the time displayed on the command platform, considered the following, and then replied.

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"Di Di Di ......" a rectangular detector quietly monitors everything happening on the battlefield at the edge of the battlefield of glory, and these simple optical detectors are all dropped by the Science and Technology Alliance and other empires under it. The intelligent creatures of various civilizations watched everything that happened on the battlefield of glory through the real-time images captured by these detectors.

Suddenly, a slender crystal line appeared next to the detector, the crystal circuit is very flexible, gently clinging to the surface of the detector, the crystal line began to continuously divide into smaller pipelines, these pipelines gently chiseled through the shell of the detector, deep into the detector, slowly connected to the detector's energy path, the detector shook slightly, and then returned to normal.

The same thing happened all over the Glory Battlefield, and in just fifteen minutes, more than fifteen million probes all produced such changes, and they were unknowingly taken over control. Nothing like this would have been thought of by anyone, after all, there has never been a mistake on a probe for millions of years.

After all the detectors were controlled, one after another optical stealth assault ships appeared from around the detectors, and after carefully checking them to make sure that there would be no problems, the assault ships rushed towards the battlefield with their engines fully open.

"Let's get moving!" After receiving the report on the completion of the operation, Zhang Zheng still issued an operational order. Hundreds of Type B fleets rushed out from the edge of the Storm Field, firing at the Zhaigu fleets from the side. After two volleys, countless individual fighters and super-giant missiles ejected from the formation and slammed into the Chagu fleet, which was stunned by the sudden firepower.

The attacking Black Elf fleet was taken aback by the sudden strong firepower of this fleet, and quickly began to adjust its formation, while continuing to attack the Zhai people, while preventing the sudden appearance of the fleet from circling its flank.

For a battleship that is hundreds of kilometers long, once the flanks are exposed in front of the enemy, what awaits the battleship is definitely the end of destruction, without exception. Because after the side is exposed, the cross-section of the battleship being attacked is increased by tens of thousands of times, and the probability of being hit is almost 100 percent. The energy shield of the battleship will definitely not withstand such consumption, and as long as it takes a salvo, the battleship will definitely turn into ashes very simply.

"Kalibu, this is Empress Morien, please answer when you receive it" In the flagship, Moriam's communication was suddenly received in front of Caribou.

"Caribou received, please confirm your identity" Caribou ordered the fleet to prepare for defense while connecting the communication, and Mollian's image appeared in front of Caribou's eyes. Behind Mollian, the figure of the Holy Basalo also appeared in the hologram, and there was a commotion in the bridge.

"Now it is the friendly forces that are assisting in the attack, I order you to evacuate all your troops immediately, and there will be a transport ship to guide you into the star harbor, you only have fifty Gyatso time (twenty-five minutes), abandon all the battleships, all the personnel evacuate as quickly as possible, and the battle can be handed over to the friendly forces" Molyan said directly.

"But ......"

"Carry out the order, this is your only chance to live!"

"Yes!"

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For what is happening on the battlefield, the entire star cluster from the technology alliance to the intelligent life of an ordinary space city is unaware. Everyone is still screaming and roaring at the blood-boiling battle scenes on the screen, wantonly venting their exuberant energy.

But at this time, the so-called real-time image is no longer a real-time broadcast of the battle situation on the battlefield, but a temporary virtual battle scene after the artificial intelligence of the Golden Crow Fleet took over the control of the detector. Such a scene is very realistic, and it is impossible to distinguish the real from the fake in a short period of time.

On the one hand, all the probes were found by the Golden Crow fleet in a few hours, and there were no fish that slipped through the net at all, and the Technology Alliance and other empires could not get images from other probes for comparison at all, and of course there was no doubt that there would be a problem with the picture.

On the other hand, the real-time images are so realistic that they are almost 100 percent. For example, if a deflected energy cannon beam destroys a probe on the edge of the battlefield, the destruction of the probe can be seen from tens of thousands of probes around it.

Another example is that a black elf's Sankara-class destroyer was destroyed by the space mecha of the Golden Legion of the ancient people, and through the probe, you can even see the whole process of the black elf ship's soldiers flying out of it struggling in space and finally dying tragically and turning into cosmic ice. The graphics are so realistic that even the most demanding experts can't find the slightest fault in them.

The battle proceeded very quickly, and in less than fifteen minutes, all resistance was gone, and not a single living mouth remained of the ravaged Zha Ancients on the entire battlefield. In addition to the constant reactor explosions and the crash of the wreckage of the battleship, the entire battlefield was once again silent.

When the Black Elf Fleet and the Zar Ancients started a decisive battle, the Zhai Ancients had already suffered heavy losses. From the ten fleets at the beginning of the war, the number of fleets still fighting at the end was sharply reduced to four, and the formation was disrupted in the artillery battle with the Black Elf fleet.

The number of Type B fleets newly added to the battlefield reached the size of a hundred integrated fleets, and the number of one-fifth integrated regiments. It was no challenge to encircle and suppress four half-crippled and disorganized tired divisions with a fleet of 100 well-replenished, well-energized, and well-armed ships.

The fleet suddenly appeared from the flank of the Zha Ancients, and then the dense salvo artillery fire crashed into the Zha Ancients' fleet in waves. Whether it's a large battleship or a small space mech, none of them have escaped the disaster.

After the third wave of salvos, the battleships of the ancient people had all been reduced to wreckage and ruins, and the remaining space mechs were either eroded by the fierce energy cannon beams without a trace or scurrying around like headless flies, and it didn't take long for them to be beaten into ashes by the dense crowd of individual fighters that pounced on them. This is simply a brutal torture, but in the cosmic war, humanity is nothing, and victory is king!

Twenty-five minutes later, all the Black Elves had completed their transfer;

Thirty minutes later, the sortie fleet had completed its assembly and re-entered the hive mothership's starport;

Forty minutes later, the huge temporary wormhole opened, and a fleet of eighty bullet-shaped nesting doll ships burrowed into the wormhole opening and disappeared without a trace;

Two hours and thirty minutes later, in the "live broadcast" that was broadcast according to the established schedule, the Pfister Black Elves won the final victory of the war after paying a terrible price;

Seventeen hours later, the fleet of the last civilization nervously sailed into the battlefield of glory, and after a volley, the remnants of the fleet of the Black Elves of Pfister strangely quickly turned into ashes without any return fire;

Seventeen hours and thirty-five minutes, a small investigation team drove into the Glory Battlefield to conduct on-site investigations;

"Check !! ......" Eighteen hours later, a furious roar rang out from the depths of the Tech Alliance's headquarters............ (To be continued.) )