In the midst of a long, non-violent jolt, I could feel the Melvidsoff start its long-dormant engine and begin to move slowly. This slight rhythmic tremor comes from the ship's massive machinery and its own acceleration and attitude adjustments, rather than the consequences of being hit.

But looking out of the portholes, looking at the enemy ships that were almost within easy reach, the pitch-black figures filling the portholes, and looking at the row of black holes, I felt that it was only a matter of time before I was hit.

What will be the consequences of being hit by a ship's guns? The destructive power of the smallest artillery that can be equipped on a warship far exceeds the firepower of the entire artillery regiment of our defense forces -- the ground troops have to deal with flesh and blood, steel and concrete fortifications weighing only tens of tons, and naval guns have to deal with at least the strongest metal that human beings can cast tens or even tens of meters thick, and the shield formed by the power generation of a city. Under firepower of this scale, the power that a mortal possesses seems small and insignificant. Perhaps only the power of the emperor can resist this kind of power, not even the demigod level of the genetic primordial......

What can I do at this time? The chances of being hit anywhere on this ship are pretty much the same, unless I teleport to another ship. Rushing to teleport without positioning is an act of actively seeking death, and moreover, whether it is the enemy ship on the opposite side or the heretical redemption ship a little farther away, the two luna-class light cruisers with similar silhouettes have already shone with the light of shields, and in the face of shields, even the emperor can't teleport in! Do you want to go to the half-crippled Imperial Dawn?

No, beside me, not only are the wild wolves still standing as steady as a mountain, but even Captain Vain, who is usually not good-looking, is sticking to his position, how can I, who boast of being experienced in a hundred battles, show any panic?

So just wait. At this time, believing in my comrades-in-arms is the only thing I can do. Even the wolves sat down and waited.

Although Vane, who is currently at the helm, doesn't look as trustworthy as Sylvia......

"All in place! All power equipment is fully turned on! Raise the shield! The stocky captain gave orders hoarsely as he spun the wheel of the rudder at a dizzying speed.

At this moment, I just felt like I was sitting in a Chimera chariot rolling down a hill, and the weightlessness of the suspension and the pressure of flickering left and right made me almost sick. No sooner had the ship started than it began a series of irregular flights. Through the vibrations coming from the back of the seat, I could even hear the squeak of the ship's keel, which seemed to be twisted to the limit and about to break at any moment.

"Steady, we'll be fine. We've got ship-sized armor and engines! The captain was not so much cheering up the ship as he was comforting himself. I could tell that he was nervous to the extreme, but his responsibilities as acting captain drove him to stay there, even if it was just for show. Besides, he had nowhere else to escape.

Suddenly, a dazzling light lit up outside the porthole, it was a light spear from an enemy ship, and it hit without any suspense, and Vane's evasive maneuver was completely in vain at such a close distance. There was a sudden and intensified vibration inside the ship, as if something was exploding. Fortunately, most of the ship is vacuum, and even if it explodes, it will not affect too much of an area.

"Losses?" Vane struggled to make his voice softer.

"The power compartment was broken down, three generator sets were lost, one of which exploded, there was no fire." The crew reported.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, not all of the generators were turned on, otherwise there would have been more than one explosion. And just three is only a small part of the huge total.

Unfortunately, the enemy's light spears are clearly more than that. After a quick glance, I could see that there were more than ten gun windows on the enemy ship facing us, and if every window was one of these light spears, then the next ......

The first shot is just a test launch, and whether it is our defense forces or the navy, it is always necessary to test a shot.

Captain Vane seemed to understand this, too. He slowly calmed down, and his steering wheel stopped spinning. The ship stopped making senseless turns and began to slowly adjust its attitude and aim its bow at the enemy ship.

"Reducing the power supply to the thrusters and concentrating the power on the shield. Preheat up the light spear, and we're going to fight back. ”

It was as if he had realized that death was imminent, so he no longer tried to escape, but tried to bite the other person before he died.

"Don't be discouraged, Captain. Our battleship arrived quickly. Velheim said.

"A trip through subspace can't be so punctual." Vane shook his head.

"The shield is activated." Crew debriefing.

Vane waved his hand and did not speak.

A halo lit up outside the porthole, and even at such a close distance, it looked much dimmer than the one on the enemy ship, but it was only a little symbolic, which was a psychological comfort. In the previous firefight, the shield of the Melvid Picker collapsed after only one shot from the Imperial Dawn, and no one knows how long it will last in the ensuing battle.

Soon, the enemy ships opened fire again. The shield didn't last a few seconds before it dissipated, and the hull of the ship sounded again, signaling the shock of being hit. Due to the fact that the point of impact was at the bow of the ship, which was far from the bridge, the shock did not appear to be so violent.

Keeping the bow facing the enemy reduces the area of the bomb, but the bridge is still exposed to enemy fire. If the next time the enemy is aiming directly at the bridge......

Suddenly, a huge pitch-black figure flashed outside the porthole. As if brushing us along, the Redemption of Heresy plunged between us and the enemy ship, its massive hull right in front of us.

The next moment, the enemy ship fired a fierce salvo, and five or six spears of light illuminated the entire cosmic space outside. All of this fire was poured on the Redemption of Heresy, but it did not break its shields. Immediately afterward, the Redemption of the Heresy also returned to color, and a large ball of plasma-like flames sprayed the enemy ship like a face-to-face spit, but it also failed to help the other party.

"Melvid Picker, we've done our best. Now, retreat into the asteroid swarm and leave the battlefield! "Sylvia's unquestionable order came from a communicator.

Captain Vane breathed a clear sigh of relief, the near-collapse of his near-death had left him with his hands on the steering wheel. He almost subconsciously turned the rudder and left, but he still stopped, "But the captain ......"

"Execute the order! This is your captain's last command. The voice in the communicator changed, this time it was Add's.

Vane sighed and slowly turned the wheel.

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