As its name suggests, the Goshawk fleet was once a formidable fleet, and at its peak, it had a total of more than a thousand warships, with fifty heavy battleships as the core.

However, since a tough battle with a fleet of the Phoenix Alliance last year, the Goshawk fleet has been scrapped, with only two of the fifty heavy battleships left, and nine out of ten warships.

After returning from the battlefield, all the remaining intact battleships of the Goshawk were removed, leaving only dozens of cruisers behind. The Goshawk fleet has since collapsed, and the commander of the Goshawk fleet, Colonel Caselle, has since lost his ambition and become a hedonist of the world.

There is no energy on the "Flaming Mountain", and even in peacetime, energy has to be mobilized from other planets by the Admiral of the Far Mountain, especially in wartime.

According to the normal configuration, the fleet of energy transportation should be 30 heavy transport ships, with about 200 heavy cruisers, or a fleet of the same combat power.

However, as the war between the Yingxian Economic Cooperation Alliance and the Phoenix Alliance became more and more intense, the fleets were transferred to the front one by one, and the fleets in the rear became more and more tense.

As a result, the size of the energy convoy was reduced again and again, until the Admiral of the Far Mountains gave Cassel thirty heavy transport ships, making the Goshawk fleet an energy convoy.

With just over forty cruisers, it became an energy convoy, which sounds like a slight exaggeration.

However, the Admiral of the Far Mountains is really a helpless move, and the front is too tense.

In any case, the star field where the "Flaming Mountain" is located is under the control of the Immortal Economic Alliance, and the Phoenix Alliance cannot enter it.

The task of the convoy is to guard against those pirates.

There is not much oil and water in the military energy, and if it really starts fighting, the lost warship is worth more than the energy on this ship, and it cannot be rowed.

Moreover, the consequences of robbing the real-name admiral are not something that ordinary pirates can bear.

Therefore, it does not matter if there is less corvettes.

It should be said that under normal logic, Admiral Yuanshan's inference is indeed very reasonable.

For more than half a year since the reduction in the size of the convoy, the energy convoy has not suffered any losses.

Today, however, Admiral Toyama and Colonel Caselle ran out of good fortune, because today they met an opponent who had never had anything to do with normal logic.

"Report to Colonel, there's a passenger ship floating in space ahead that is sending us a distress signal."

"Is your mother on that ship?"

Cassel asked without turning his head while flipping through the famous Internet magazine "Very Yellow and Violent".

"Huh? No, I don't. ”

The probe of the report said with some inexplicability.

"Since your mom isn't on that ship, what the hell is to you?"

Casel finally turned around and scolded impatiently.

"Oh...... But......" the probe pursed his lips in embarrassment, "this is a private passenger ship, and the owner is a ...... Very beautiful woman. ”

"Oh......?" Casel reached out and touched the back of his shiny head, "Bring the signal in." ”

As soon as the signal came in, Casel saw a woman standing in front of the stage.

The woman was dressed in a black Shansher suit, and the top of the Shanscher suit enclosed her proud figure. Like a human being who is oppressed and will rebel, her figure seems to be dissatisfied with the oppression of this blouse, and is full of a kind of outward power, which is really dazzling.

The lower half of the Shansher suit is a short skirt, under this short skirt is a slender beautiful leg, without stockings, white as jade, flawless, beautiful as a work of art.

The attractive lines, the smooth skin, will give the impression of light flowing on it.

She wore her hair in a bun, and a trace of black hair hung down from the left side of her forehead, swaying on her cobble-smooth forehead with the majesty of the vent, as if some seductive hint.

It's just such a woman, but she has a cold expression.

However, this is precisely the most seductive part of her, because the sense of surname and coldness is undoubtedly the characteristic that most easily arouses the instinctive conquest of the male surname.

"Hello ma'am, this is the Goshawk fleet, I'm Commander Caselle, we received your call for help......"

After hurriedly bringing up his military cap, putting on his uniform, and buttoning up the discipline button, Casel looked at the screen with a burning eye and said solemnly.

The door of the private passenger ship was opened, and after passing through the decompression chamber, the soldiers who came to the rescue of the Goshawk fleet saw the cold and glamorous beauty that appeared on the screen.

Sitting beside her was a thin, sickly-faced young man.

As for the others, there were only a dozen servants dressed in waiters' clothes, and each of them looked frightened. When they appeared, they all had a look of joy on their faces.

"Thank you very much for the rescue, my brother and I would like to meet with your Supreme Commander to express our gratitude."

Although it was a thanks, the words of the cold and beautiful woman did not sound the slightest enthusiasm.

However, from the joyful expressions on the faces of these rescuers, it was not clear that they had suffered any harm because of her indifference.

"Okay, we'll make it happen for you as soon as possible."

Soon, all a dozen people on board the passenger ship were rescued and placed in a cabin next to the Cascell's flagship.

The originally glamorous beauties and sickly-faced young men could be arranged in more luxurious cabins, but they said that they wanted to be with the servants who suffered with them, so the soldiers were not reluctant.

After only waiting for about three minutes, the request of the glamorous beauty was satisfied.

"Hello, I'm Colonel Casser, Supreme Commander of the Goshawk Fleet."

Dressed in a neat military uniform, Caselle exuded a military masculinity that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he strode forward, introducing himself while stretching out his hand to the cold beauty.

The cold beauty didn't move at first, and it wasn't until Cassell's hand was about to reach out in front of her that she suddenly took a step, and before others could see what was going on, his huge body was already in the hands of the cold beauty who was a full twenty centimeters shorter than him.

She twisted his hand behind his back with one hand, choked the back of his neck with the other, and pressed downward, forcing his legs to bend down a little, so that his body remained only five centimeters taller than the cold beauty.

Everything was too fast, and the soldiers, who were in the mood to see the beautiful women, did not expect that such a thing could happen at all. However, hesitation can only be a matter of moments.

Soon, all the soldiers present hurriedly drew their weapons.

"If you're armed with a pistol that can be bent, shoot it."

It was the sickly young man who was blocked behind him who spoke.