Chapter 460: The Worries of the Chief of Staff of Cenarius

On the X-15174 node of Channel 314, a transport ship with a cosmic background paint has just folded out of the channel, and the powerful energy effect makes the transport ship appear distorted. Seconds passed, and the distorted space returned, but the transports still looked distorted. If you get closer, you can also find some broken mottling.

Another transport ship folded out, and the situation of this one was even worse, as soon as it came out, there was an explosion of xiǎo scale, the hull of the ship was blown out of a dòng mouth, some luàn messy things flew out, and the transport ship could not control the deviation to the left side.

"Stupid, blast it out! The transport ships in the back are still coming. ”

In the control room of the first transport ship, a chubby officer kicks a soldier, who is busy with a 300 blue photon cannon. Soon, a white light, and then several more in quick succession. The deflected transports were hit in the reactor and fell apart after a violent explosion, and more transports collapsed out of the tunnel amid the debris.

"Damn bugs!"

The chubby officer cursed and sat back in his chair out of breath. After gasping for breath for a while, he remembered that he should count the losses, so he opened his mouth to curse again. In the midst of the scolding, a junior officer ran over nervously

"Reporting to Major Rickimaru, the fleet has lost 26 transports, 5 destroyers on the escort, and two more are so badly damaged that the order to self-destruct is near. In this encounter with Worm Cháo, our losses exceeded 33% of the total fleet. ”

"Damn! Damn bugs! Ricky Maru spat the ground, then angrily stood up and walked around the control room. After a while, he suddenly thought of something, and asked: "What about those logistics personnel of Kellaran?" Are they all dead? ”

"It seems that yes, their transport ships are on the periphery and are the first to be attacked by butterfly insects." The officer said this, and tilted his chin, "Oh, it seems that there are still a few survivors, and their transport ship has deviated from the course for some reason, and it just happened to dodge." It's a bit of a pity that all our people on that transport, including the captain, died. In Húnluàn they collided with another battleship, and the front half of the control room was completely flattened. ”

"Nonsense! Hillbillies also have times when they are lucky. Major Ricky Maru rolled his eyes and said angrily, "This unfortunate place on the planet of Kellalan, I swear, I will never come here again." ”

"But what do we do next?" Then the junior officer was thinking about something else, so he still had the audacity to ask.

"Stupid! It's not about leaving quickly, throwing away what can be thrown away. You don't have to encounter anything along the way! ”

"Yes, Colonel." The junior officer gave a military salute, and just turned to leave, he turned back and asked, "What about the survivors of the Kellaran Star?" ”

"Let them choose, go back or keep up. We're not a charity, we can't take care of these hillbillies. ”

Ricky Maru waved his sleeve and forgot his words in a blink of an eye. He just wanted to get back to the 507th Guards as soon as possible, where he needed strength to feel safe.

The fleet carrying supplies from Kellaran set sail again, accompanied by the sound of explosions, the sound of a transport ship destroying itself. No wrecked transport ship can escape such a fate. However, there was a transport ship that was so broken that it did not self-destruct, because there were people on it.

"Classmate Chu Ming, are you sure you can?"

In the power compartment of the transport ship, a young substitute Xiu Xiǎo asked a question in his heart.

"Of course, in fact, all the instructions in the control room are communicated to each end, so even if there is no control room, we can still activate it."

Chu Ming wiped his greasy hands on a rag, and then carefully observed the values on an electronic screen.

"But—" The young substitute hesitated for a moment, but finally asked, "Isn't our transport ship unintentional and colliding with someone else?" ”

"Guess what?" Chu Ming asked rhetorically without replying.

"I guess not, because I saw you swing these things for a while. And you can still make it move, that's for sure. ”

"Keep guessing." Chu Ming still didn't look back, just looked down at his watch and checked the time of the data.

"I don't guess." After a while, the young substitute cultivator began to speak again: "Actually, I have heard of you for a long time, the Fade Substitute Cultivation Academy has recently become very mysterious and powerful, and there are many rumors about you on the planet, I have heard some of them. So I feel like I shouldn't have guessed, I should have forgotten what I saw. ”

"Whatever, if you live, then you have the opportunity to choose to forget or remember."

Chu Ming looked at his watch again, and the sound of the reactor was still a little abnormal.

"What do you mean?!" Then Ti Xiu became nervous, he thought that Chu Ming was going to kill people.

Chu Ming felt the nervousness behind him, turned his head, and smiled: "Don't think crookedly, in fact, even if you say something, no one will believe it." Don't you see that they don't care about us at all? So what I mean by this is – if you don't guess, then please help, even if it's a kick in the reactor, it's a contribution to the peace of the world. ”

"What you said is true?" The young substitute will be skeptical.

"Really, if we don't start again, then we'll stay in this star field forever. It's no joke. ”

"Oh, I see, I'll go right away."

"And-" Chu Ming added, "I'm thirty percent sure that our acid fusion reactor is leaking, so you'd better be careful." ”

"Oh--oh-oh-shit! - Hey, don't look at me like that, I'll go, I'm still 70% sure I'll come back alive. The sound of gnashing teeth was choppy.

"Xie Lu Xie, you are a humorous person. My favorite person to play a joke on fate is that if you're alive, we might be friends. ”

"Did you ask me? I wouldn't want to! ”

The angry voice gradually faded away, Chu Ming turned his head and continued to stare at the values on the screen, and after about a minute, the readings on them scrolled rapidly. Chu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, he lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and then rolled up his sleeves and got into those instruments and machines again, and a rumbling sound came out......

As a battleship commander who has reached the S-level level, Jesse, a famous mechanic mentor in the fourth star field of the outer galaxy. Jing Long's proud disciple, who has also worked with the magical mechanic master "Frog", only needs a little luck to get a transport ship with a good power department in action. But in the eyes of others, it's 100% luck. When the dilapidated transport ship that had lost its control room completed a space fold again, a nearby destroyer took the initiative to come and tow it, and in the opinion of the captain of this destroyer, the ship with such good luck was sheltered by mysterious power, and for interstellar travelers, this kind of thing would be believed. For this reason, Chu Ming's next journey was much easier, he could continue to cultivate and study what he liked, and the 507th Guards were getting closer and closer to him.

Twenty-six days later, the journey was over, and with harsh and costly orders, the few remaining convoys finally reached the VG-451714 node where the 507th Guards were located, in the Sandreila meteorite belt near Jupiter, northwest of the Borgeti League. Relying on the natural concealment of the Sandrela meteorite belt, the huge 507th Guards are undergoing a routine rest, and it seems that they have already rested. The next destination is not known to most people, but they don't care, they are all endless bugs anyway, what else will there be?

At the core of the 507th Guards, the flagship of the Titan-class, General Pros and his chief of staff, Cenarius, stood side by side in front of the porthole, and behind the two of them, the deputy chief of staff, Sister Philip Xiǎo, closed a mission book and was about to leave. General Pross stopped her.

"Fillel, do you like meteorite belts?"

Sister Firiel Xiǎo was not surprised that her boss asked like this, General Pros is sometimes a very emotional person, so Sister Firiel Xiǎo glanced at the porthole and replied very seriously: "It's beautiful from a distance, but it's ugly up close." ”

"Yes, especially these ice meteorites, even greedy bugs don't want to come here, but we have to get used to seeing these things."

"General, you mean we're going to stay for a long time?" Sister Filier heard General Pross's voiceover, so she asked rhetorically.

"It's not that I think, it's Senarius' suggestion." General Pros pursed his mouth, and Cenarius next to him had a sad face.

Sister Philier turned her head to the chief of staff of Cenarius and asked inquiringly, "But for what?" We just had a complete plan. Our mission is to eradicate butterflies and save humanity, and we won't achieve anything by staying here. Could it be that there is a problem with the plan? ”

Cenarius was still sad, and didn't seem to want to speak. So General Prows answered in his place:

"Yes, Philiel, your plan is good, there is no problem with you. However, the Military Joint Council did not agree to do this, and as you know, they are completely different from us in terms of purpose. However, we must also respect their opinions. ”

"General, is it the opinion of Co-Chairman Murphyline? If you don't say it, I know the way. But why do we have to listen to him? ”

"There's no need to discuss that." General Pross directly interrupted Sister Filir, he turned his gaze back to the porthole, and muttered, "As a soldier, we should stay away from politics, but we have to face this. This mission is huge, we're going to have to deal with bugs, and a lot of people with backgrounds need to be gilded with their records, and we're going to need to get enough butterfly yellow, and—"

At this, General Pross fell silent. It was exhausting for him to be given so much meaning in one mission. And, just as the chief of staff of Cenarius feared, if these people were left to command, the 507th Guards would sooner or later run into trouble, and although this meteorite belt was safe, it was not safe anywhere else, and if the 507th Guards did not take the initiative to expand their own space for movement, they would become the target of siege by bugs.

"Supplies from nearby planets have arrived, along with some logisticians. That's the only good news now, Fillel, go ahead and arrange it. ”

The chief of staff of Cenarius finally spoke, his deputy staff officer was very capable, but he was too straightforward, so Cenarius had to break up Sister Philyl, because there were more important things to discuss with General Pross.