"The dark side of the moon has an offensive fleet?" The moving priest's robe came to an abrupt halt, and the captain stood quietly, looking up at the huge three-dimensional screen that lay in mid-air. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The lights on the bridge were automatically dimmed, and under the gentle projection, countless stars emerged, and a precisely drawn three-dimensional map of the universe appeared in the sky. The captain and the lieutenant are all like floating in the vast galaxy, looking up. In an instant, the map zoomed in dramatically, and countless coordinates scrambled to indicate the current galaxy, planetary belt, and relative position. In an instant, the star map was zoomed in to the extent that the outline of the exile ship could be seen; Three thousand kilometers away, a leisurely rotating satellite was highlighted, because behind the satellite, the bow of a pirate raider had slowly protruded.

Because the stereoscopic star map realistically restored the picture of the universe, the lieutenant and the captain saw a magnificent visual picture. The light of the stars behind illuminated the destroyer Ark with golden light; Behind the destroyer's thrusters, the blazing nebula was just right to cast light, blooming with a violet-red glow, like a magnificent oil painting made of fluorescent paint, so magnificent that it was intoxicating, but too dazzling to look at.

And the satellite that contains the pirate raid ship also separates the yin and yang; The front is illuminated as a radiant day, and a shadow line cuts out the dark night behind it. The pirate ship hid behind the satellite, blocking the detection wave with the help of the stars, so it was only detected by the exile ship after sailing out of the dark side of the moon.

"Is it a cosmic thief chased by the home planet?" The lieutenant stared at the bow of the raider that emerged from the dark side of the moon, as if he were facing a great enemy. "The cosmic thieves have always wanted to rob Lucifer and support him to rally the power of Satan's faction."

"The Space Thieves' conventionally powered ships can't catch up with the Upper Boat. The Ark was converted into a exile ship with the aim of exile the mighty war criminals to the outer edge of the galaxy beyond the reach of cosmic thieves; And we have been speeding for 103 days at a cruising speed of 100,000 kilometers per second, and no conventionally powered spacecraft can catch up with us, let alone the fleet. However, as soon as we turned to slow down, the cosmic pirates appeared, and this timing was too precise and contrary to common sense. The captain stood quietly with his hands down, staring at the pirate raider that was slowly opening the dark side of the moon, and concluded with a heavy weight: "Someone has leaked our space charts, and these space thieves have been waiting here for a month in advance - this is not an overboard pursuit, this is a despicable ambush." ”

"We can re-accelerate, and with a high-speed breakout, you force the hibernating warriors back and the ship has to slow down. When the destroyer maintains its maximum cruising speed, the crew will be injured. The adjutant changed color.

"The pirates know our route, proving that our ranks are no longer pure. Some of the angels on the ship may have fallen. The captain clapped indifferently: "Wake up the fighters and start combat mobilization." The ship slows down and meets the enemy. We're going to solve all the problems here. ”

"Facing the enemy?!" The lieutenant tried to dissuade, "That's a fleet of pirates waiting for the rabbit!" Although the Ark is a destroyer-class space battleship, it is alone, and it does not even have a squadron of escort gunboats! ”

"Except for Lucifer, no one is qualified to shout." Warden Michael stubbornly maintained the order: "Meet the enemy." ”

Under the majestic illumination of the Andromeda Nebula, the destroyer Ark moves in a straight line in the vast universe, like ants crawling slowly on a magnificent canvas. In the distance, behind the dark side of the moon, a missile raider sailed out in full array. It resembles a cricket with its limbs cut off, with a boxy bow densely covered with missile silos, the neck leading from a fragile connecting pod to the main body of the bridge, and a fat fuel propulsion pod dragging on the tail, quietly spraying four beams of uniform plasma flames. It was evident that the mass-produced warship, which had served as the main battleship in the Millennial Civil War, was heading at full speed ahead of the Ark's course in an attempt to intercept the famous exile ship.

A missile silo on the bow of the ship is as thick as a train. The missile raider is densely packed with dozens of silos on the bow, plus the rapid reloading system at the back, the bridge, the fuel tank, the thrusters, the crew living compartment and so on -- the size of a missile raider reaches the level of a skyscraper.

Ugly but economical, the mass-produced design allows them to appear in front of the fleet in droves, creating an overwhelming barrage of missile barrages that deliver constant firepower. It is like a soldier ant, and it usually moves in swarms. The self-guided cruise missiles it launches will automatically track targets and evade interception, which is not only the nemesis of escorting airships, but also can threaten the safety of corvettes.

Sure enough, after the first missile raider appeared, six similar ships sailed out of the shadow of the dark side of the moon, filling a squadron.

The first second passed.

As the Ark slowed down, the distance of three thousand kilometers shrank to a thousand kilometers in an instant, and the Ark had already broken into the range of fire of the missile raid ship.

An entire squadron of missile raiders slowly turned, and the formation neatly drew a graceful arc, facing the Ark. Then the missile silos on the bow of the ship, which were as dense as dragonfly eyes, opened at the same time, and the overwhelming array of fully automatic guided missiles flew like a swarm of locusts in transit, rushing to the destroyer Ark, which was as beautiful as a crescent moon.

The destroyer Ark ignored it. It adjusts its course, turns its rudder to slow down, heads head-on towards the raiding fleet, and continues to move forward.

The second passed, and the distance shortened to six hundred kilometers.

It wasn't until the distance was closer that the disparity in size between them was revealed—when the destroyer Ark approached the missile raider, it was as majestic as a piano in front of a cat, and as huge as an orangutan in front of a flock of rats.

As the lightest cruising capital ship, a space destroyer is the size of half a Potala Palace. Even though it is a graceful crescent-shaped structure, the Ark still resembles a jade bracelet resting quietly in front of the ant colony, overlooking the insignificance of the raid ship with its majestic body.

In Captain Michael's eyes, there were no such clowns.

"Positive Circulation Shield is working." System prompts.

Then, hundreds of missiles exploded around the Ark, and the metal clouds generated by countless shrapnel and the fireworks formed by the explosions enveloped the Ark like a cloud of flames. This was enough to flatten the missile swarm on the Japanese archipelago, producing an unprecedentedly strong shock wave, and even the radar signal was blurred. The Ark was so drowning in fire and clouds that it couldn't even make out its outline. (To be continued.) )