When I had to push the plane and the torpedo at the same time with my psionic energy, I could barely maintain an acceleration of two Gs. Fortunately, it was not far from the enemy ship, and the plane itself also had a certain taxiing speed, and it didn't take long for the enemy ship, which was originally no more than the size of a knuckle in the field of vision, to now become the size of a palm.

Ahead was an open area in an asteroid belt, where enemy ships and Imperial warships had turned off all their engines and glided silently, maintaining a speed similar to that of the surrounding asteroids. I had a foreboding feeling that in the nearly two hours we had just wasted, the Imperial warship had fallen into quite a few more compartments.

I was going to get closer, but the enemy ships had already spotted us and began to shoot at us with sporadic close-fire power, which, though none of them hit, at least made me feel weak. The power of the laser does not decay in a vacuum, and such a close distance does not allow the beam to diffuse to the point of losing its power. The insignificant close-quarters artillery fire compared to the size of the battleship has a devastating power to us. I'm not used to being exposed to enemy fire, and I'd love to find another cover to hide.

If only I could rush over in an instant. At this slow pace, I can't help but miss the perfect opportunity to attack, when we had the high speed of hundreds of kilometers per second after the transport ship had accelerated for a long time, and the enemy ship's close defense guns could not aim at us, and the distance of thousands of kilometers was almost instantaneous—alas, I missed that opportunity, and could never wait for or create another such opportunity.

At this point, we were only three or four Mach or Mach. If it is an intra-atmospheric operation, this is a speed against the sky, and it is difficult for even anti-aircraft missiles to catch up. But at this time, we still have a long way to go in the vast space against a large warship. And the enemy obviously will not agree with us all the way, and as we get closer, the artillery fire we face will become more and more accurate and dense.

"Why did you slow down?" In fact, it has been accelerating, but the acceleration has become smaller, but Sylvia said with some worry: "You have no strength?" Then I'll turn on the thrusters. ”

I pointed to the enemy ship, "Are you sure you can break through the fire?" ”

Sylvia was silent. She is now courageous, but courage does not mean recklessness.

"So, take a distance." I command.

Sylvia poked at the dashboard, "The laser rangefinder is broken." ”

When dancing with the Grim Reaper in Thunderhawk's barrage just now, Raiden suffered a lot of abrasions, and a few of them even penetrated the body, but fortunately, the fuselage was relatively fragile, and the heavy explosive arrow shell was able to penetrate directly instead of exploding inside. At that time, I didn't feel that it affected the flight, and the consequences of the injury have only now come out.

I had to rely on myself. Stretching out his arms to the enemy ship forward, he gave a thumbs up to measure the length of the enemy ship, and silently calculated in his heart. It's an easy way to measure distance on the ground, and I don't know if it's still feasible in space. At last I came to the conclusion that we were still between two hundred and three hundred kilometers away from the enemy ships - and I would have slapped him hard if any gunfire observer had dared to report to me such vague measurements.

While figuring out what to do next, Sylvia said, "The distance is two hundred and sixty kilometers, and the plus or minus error is ten. We're going to be 1.3 kilometers per second now, do we want to rush through it in one go? ”

Her way of measuring is a little different from mine, she stretches out her arms at the same time, and the thumb and forefinger of both hands form a rectangular frame to put the target in the middle. It looks so simple, why is it ten times more accurate than me?

It's a full 200 seconds away, and if you take one breath, you'll suffocate to death. Or, before suffocating, the fire of chaos will disintegrate us into the tiniest elementary particles in the universe. …,

At this time, I still have to be a staff officer.

"No, now let's slow down, get closer to the back of a larger asteroid, and fly in sync." I ordered.

In fact, my orders are already redundant. Now the control of the aircraft is in my hands.

"At such a distance, can you throw a torpedo at it?" Sylvia questioned my orders.

"You can try." I don't know what to expect, and what is going to happen is going to be a very desperate move.

In the defense forces, the largest range of common artillery is the petrified lizard, although the maximum range is only forty or fifty kilometers, but if you want to accurately hit anything from twenty kilometers away, you need the emperor to aim it himself. At this time, we are more than 200 kilometers away from the target, which is beyond the range of all weapons except lasers, which I recognize.

But I couldn't get any closer. This was not a battle in which my superiors ordered me to participate, and no commissar pointed a pistol to the back of my head to order me to charge. It was a hunt, and I had to survive to feast on the flesh and fur of my prey. So I had no choice but to hide in the shadows and secretly deliver a fatal blow.

Such a distance...... The maximum acceleration I can make a torpedo reach...... The flight time of the torpedo......

A few simple numbers churned my brain into a mess. No way, my math is taught by my psychic teacher in his spare time, and I can't do anything about this kind of complex calculation. It would be nice if Ah Da was there, and his logic engine would be the best fit to calculate this.

However, I seem to have done it not so long ago, instantly slowing down a torpedo at a high speed of hundreds of kilometers per second to zero. Can this hand be done in reverse? Theoretically, it's not that hard, as long as I can find the right teleportation target point - it must have a very high speed and fly towards the enemy ship.

Maybe I can create a goal like this.

After flying around the enemy ship for a long time, I finally slowed down the plane to synchronize with the asteroid. I landed the plane on a boulder with a diameter of 100 meters, lifted the canopy, jumped on it, and applied a small area of gravity to attach myself to it. After a long time in a gravity-free environment, it feels really good to be grounded again, and it gives me a feeling of power - even though it's something I created on my own.

"What am I going to do?" Sylvia's voice came from the communicator, with a hint of reluctance.

I can relate to that. When participating in the hunt, those who did not participate in the main attack received very little loot. But hunting is an act with a clear division of labor and a high degree of order, and you can't do whatever you want.

I replied to her, "Wait there, I'll lose all my strength later, and you'll be responsible for getting me out of here." I have committed my life to you. ”

"I see." It sounded like she wasn't very happy with my division of labor, but she couldn't come up with a better solution, "What are you going to do?" Tear the enemy ship apart like you did against the Thunderhawk? ”

Forget it, it's hard to explain it to someone with an IQ like you. So I didn't bother to answer.

Stepping on the rugged surface of the asteroid, I walked to the side facing the enemy ship. It was so far away that it should have been impossible for anyone on the enemy ship to see me, but I still subconsciously lay in a pit and only showed half of my head to observe the enemy.

At a distance of more than 200 kilometers, the length of the enemy ship is close to two kilometers, so it looks similar to the feeling of a normal human being at a distance of more than 200 meters. Even if I didn't use the psionic means and aimed with the naked eye, I was very sure that I would be able to hit.

I only have one chance, and if I fail this time, I really can't do it again.