In ten seconds, I, the entire ship, including the entire transport ship, were to be destroyed with a loud bang. This is not alarmist, the enemy's battleship has a heavy shell and a strong keel, so it will not disintegrate if it explodes inside, and the transport, although not small, is far from strong. As for myself, psionic shields are only something used to resist individual fire, and they are completely useless against powerful weapons like ground-moving cannons.

But I wasn't nervous at all, just silently counting down the seconds while suffering from gains and losses.

I've been saving up a collection for fifteen years, and it's going to be gone. I don't know how long it will take to save this family fund again.

Well, now that my army is higher and has more resources at my disposal, will it be more convenient to collect weapons in the future? Besides, if the old doesn't go, the new won't come.

After five seconds of countdown, I sighed, took the cannonball, and let it disappear in front of Da.

Alas......

Ah Da has always been as interested in my psionic tricks as I have always been in his technological sorcery. We have also tried to learn from each other, and of course, Ah Da, who does not have many human brains or souls, is completely unable to touch the subspace, let alone manipulate the energy of the subspace, and forcibly let him come into contact with only the danger of degeneration. I've done a good job, at least I'm able to disassemble and maintain my laser pistol and chainsaw sword, but most of the time I think it's more reassuring to hand over the weapon to Ah Da to maintain, and I don't know when something I've disassembled and assembled will be in danger of exploding......

After another five seconds countdown, I looked through my psionic space, intending to take a look at my collection that had been blown to pieces, only to be surprised to find that everything was intact, including the precious cannonball that was about to explode. Suddenly, I discovered for the first time that time had stood still in my psionic space!

Okay, so I got one more to my collection, a super bomb that exploded in five seconds -- how should I use it in the future? Or let it stay there and never see the light of day? This is not something that should be considered now.

A voice came from the communicator, "This is the bridge, good news, just now we found a violent explosion inside the enemy ship, some armor has been stripped off, some internal structures can be seen, and it is confirmed that there is a fire." ”

The communication on the bridge was naturally broadcast to the whole ship, and everyone cheered. Sylvia took the opportunity to wave her hand and shouted, "Okay, defeat them in one go!" ”

It's as if they were responsible for the enemy's explosion just now.

After such a short period of effort, the Thunderbolt fighter was also assembled, and it looked like a qiēshun lì, but in fact, the real trouble had just arrived.

"How do you mount a torpedo on a fighter?" A mechanical priest asks a problem that should have been solved by him. But the people of the Cult of the Mechanicus are only good at solving problems that have been repeated countless times, and for this kind of occasion, those half-human, half-machine technologists are completely blind.

I looked at Ah Da, and he also spread his three arms and five tentacles helplessly.

The Thunderbolt fighter is a light fighter jet, armed only with its own laser cannon and light cannon, and it does not even have the function of carrying combat missiles, let alone this torpedo warhead with a diameter that is not much thinner than the fuselage. In my estimation, perhaps only a specialized heavy transport aircraft like the Valkyrie could carry this warhead, which looked like it weighed twenty or thirty tons.

"Maybe we can ...... with bolts and cables," one crew member moved out of the method of securing the container. It may seem feasible, but are you really planning to have your captain commit suicide attacks?

"We also have some explosive bolts." Another crew member suggested a more reliable method, at least with bomb dropping capabilities. …,

I've seen the explosion bolt, and some Space Marine's landing modules often use this thing to seal the door, so you don't need to open the door so troublesome after landing, just blow the door away. But both the landing capsule and the Space Marines in the capsule are very sturdy things, at least much stronger than the unarmored light fighters. I don't believe lightning can withstand even a tiny explosion like an exploding bolt.

"Also, how do you get the plane out of the spaceship?" I don't know who asked this question.

This question really makes everyone look at each other.

Although I don't know the rules for the placement of goods in the transport ship, I have seen the material warehouses of the defense forces, and there are many rules for entering and leaving the warehouse, and many large items must be set aside in advance for passages or something. There is indeed a road in the hold of the transport ship that allows the container to pass through the guò, but the Thunderbolt fighter is much wider than the container after it is assembled!

I waited quietly to see if anyone would ask to disassemble the plane and transport it out of the spaceship before reloading it. Thankfully, no one has made such a brain-dead opinion.

Another bridge announcement was heard over the communicator, "It is expected to reach the minimum distance from the enemy ship in two minutes." Captain, are the plans to proceed? ”

"Go on." Sylvia's words obviously didn't have much confidence.

Then she looked at me as if I could fix it. Well, I do have the ability to solve it, but why should I help you? Did the top brass of the Defense Forces give me orders directly?

I sent her a message using psionic energy, "The munitions that the enemy took from us have been destroyed in the explosion just now, and we have not allowed them to fall into the hands of the enemy, if not in our duty to preserve the supplies. Moreover, the enemy has already lost a large number of men, and is absolutely not capable of capturing any of our ships. Isn't that enough? ”

I tried hard to convince her that this was the end of it. But she gave me a blank look, and replied in her consciousness: "You don't belong to the navy, you have done enough in the battle just now." Next ......"

She turned to her crew, "Attach the warhead to the warplane with steel cables and explosive bolts, and then, from here to the outer wall of the ship, blast me!" ”

This woman is crazy?!

The crew was also stunned by the order, and they stood staring blankly at their captain, trying to confirm the order or wait for her to change her mind. Sylvia was furious, "Do my orders!" As long as I leave the ship, I'll still be your captain! ”

I'm also a little dazed. What is the point of this young woman, or girl, about her obsession with victory?

I knew she wasn't going to make it. Although the battle was short-lived, the explosion of a cannonball on the basis alone had greatly demoralized the crew, and ordering them to destroy the spaceship that they regarded as their home would only lead to another mutiny.

Suddenly, I had an urge to see what she could do, to win a battle that wasn't mine. Where does this irrational impulse come from? Am I being influenced by her? Where could she, as a mere mortal, have the power to twist the will of a high-level psyker?

But in the projection of the real world, her soul was indeed strong and bright to the point of dazzling Cheng Dù at this time, stronger than many psionics I had ever seen. It's a pity that her powerful soul can only be expressed as unshakable willpower, but it can't have the slightest impact on the real world.

But I can, I have never lacked the wisdom to make plans and the power to make plans. What I lacked was her decisiveness.

Before a certain crew member stood up against his captain, I preemptively said, "No need, I have a way to carry a warhead, and I have a way to get the fighter out." ”

I waved my hand, and the canopy of the thunderbolt quietly opened. I jumped in. Sylvia shouted outside, "What? You will also fly such a fighter? ”

"Of course not, you can drive it. I'll just get you a warhead. I hooked my finger backwards, and the huge torpedo warhead left the deck and floated, following behind the fuselage.

I tried the weight, and it looked like about 20 tons. As long as the acceleration of the fighter does not exceed three Gs, I have the ability to carry it safely.

"It's a single-seater." Sylvia said again.

"Squeeze it, no way."

I smiled casually, and then changed to a stern expression, "Child, one person can't hunt mammoths with one spear, you need companions." ”

"That's because you're too weak. I fought the Kraken alone......" The Major was about to retort, but suddenly with the same free smile, he didn't continue, but jumped on the plane. She pushed me aside, sat down in her seat, and said, "Alright, now please move the plane out of the ship." ”