Galaxy 31 years.

After three years of all-out sprint at the speed of light, more than 300 million dual-neutron shells were already less than half an hour's journey away from the expeditionary fleet of the Hexapus.

The expeditionary fleet of the Hexapons was not all concentrated, but was divided into three echelons: front, middle and rear.

Among them, Di Rong, who is responsible for commanding the forward echelon, is on duty in the cockpit of the flagship.

With the help of vision aids, it looked at the bright galaxy on the display screen of the dome, but it was very depressed in its heart.

In fact, these six-clawed people are suffering from mental illness, after all, the threat brought by alien civilizations has kept them in a highly depressed state.

In the long run, it is no wonder that there is no mental illness.

However, just when Di Rong was aimlessly watching the starry sky.

The cockpit's detection system suddenly sounded a barrage of alarms.

Di Rong suddenly came to his senses: "What's the matter?" ”

Less than five seconds.

Several space battleships sailing at the front suddenly burst their hulls, as if they had been punctured by something.

"What's going on?" Di Rong was shocked.

In the next second, there was a fierce explosion and vibration inside the space battleship where it was located.

[Alert! Power system damage 84% ......]

[Standby power supply system ...... being activated]

Damn it! What's going on? Di Rong crawled to the dashboard with a roll: "Quickly avoid..."0m

"No! The backup energy system also damaged 66% of the energy modules, and the current power is not enough to change tracks quickly. The vice-captain replied sadly.

At this time, more than 1,000 space warships in the forward echelon were attacked by more than 300 million dual-neutron shells.

Although because of the distance, the area covered by these more than 300 million two-neutron shells was relatively large, resulting in less than one thousandth of a two-neutron shell, sweeping the forward echelon of the six-clawed expeditionary fleet.

However, even if it is less than one thousandth, it is close to 300,000 two-neutron shells.

In addition, there is a certain time difference between these two-neutron shells.

Even if the hit rate is less than one percent.

In a single moment, 677 space warships were destroyed and 252 space warships were severely damaged.

The entire forward echelon lost nearly 68% or so of its strength.

However, the blow is not over yet, as the twin neutron shells fired by the Neptune particle cannon are in batches.

As a result, spaceships that tried to avoid the blow by changing their orbits were attacked by subsequent neutron shells.

On the contrary, the remnants of the space warships left in the original channel were not hit by the first batch of follow-up dual-neutron shells.

Inside the battered striker flagship.

After listening to the reports of the various formations, Di Rong was left with extreme despair and fear in his heart.

Of course, it has already alerted the echelons of the middle army and the rear army for the first time.

But after a dozen hours.

Dirong received news that made it even more desperate.

"The echelon of the Chinese army lost 55%, and the echelon of the rear army lost 43%, and the early warning is useless?" Di Rong sat on his stomach and slumped in his position, and the ultrasound sound emitted from his mouth contained a trace of self-abandonment powerlessness.

The deputy captain saw the decadent Di Rong and hurriedly reminded: "Commander Di Rong, please reorganize the fleet command meeting as soon as possible, we don't have time." ”

Since the flagships of the middle and rear echelons were destroyed by a sudden blow, now only Di Rong was left alone among the three core commanders of their expeditionary fleet.

Di Rong trembled his tentacles, and finally regained his spirits: "We can't move on, we must change the direction of the voyage immediately." ”

"What about the other two echelons?"

Di Rong shook his tentacles: "Let them choose a direction to escape!" Do not go in the same direction, we immediately move to the space battleship that is not damaged. ”

It knew that it could not move forward now, the strength and strangeness of the enemy had cast an invincible shadow in Di Rong's heart.

Soon, the other two echelons also quickly elected several temporary commanders according to Di Rong's authorization, and then the three echelons concentrated all the resources that could be reused into those intact space warships.

In the desperate rush to transport, it only took them less than an hour to complete one-tenth of the material collection and personnel transfer.

However, when they are desperately gathering supplies and moving people.

There was only about half an hour left before the arrival of the second batch of neutron shells.

For the cosmic scale, coupled with the low speed of the Hexapon spaceship, they have slowed down to divert personnel and collect available supplies, causing their spaceship to have to re-accelerate.

In fact, even if they know about this time difference, there is no way to use it, because dual-neutron shells flying at the speed of light cannot be locked in time with ordinary detection technology.

After a delay of more than an hour.

They were again attacked by twin neutron shells.

The terrifying penetrating wound caused many Hexa-clawed cosmic warships to directly turn into a pile of scrap metal, leaving only flickering firelight, telling the universe the last sorrow of Hexa-claw.

This time, Di Rong's battleship escaped again.

However, looking at the rapidly extinguishing point of light on the dashboard, it was only grief-stricken in its heart, but it knew that this was not the time to be sad, and Di Rong emitted a poignant ultrasound:

"Abandon the materials and personnel of other warships, and follow me with the battleships that are intact!"

"Yes!"

There are less than a hundred left, intact space battleships in the forward echelon.

They quickly change tracks in the left-hand direction.

As for the remnants of the other two echelons, Di Rong didn't care about them, and only hoped that they would be lucky enough to avoid the enemy's blows.

Six and a half hours later.

Di Rong received a notification from the Chinese echelon that they only had 163 space warships left.

Fourteen hours later.

Another notification was received from the rear echelon, and their losses were even heavier, because the rear echelon, after receiving a second blow, fled in a panic in the direction of Polaris.

Then they just happened to encounter a dense group of binary neutron shells, and now they only have 52 space warships left.

After seeing the losses of the other two echelons, Di Rong's body trembled involuntarily: "Are we going to perish here?" ”

The other six-clawed people in the cockpit were also full of despair and fear at this time.

The strength and strangeness of the enemy simply subverted their perception of weapons.

An atmosphere of defeat spread in the hearts of the surviving six-clawed people.

Just as they were speeding at full speed, desperately accelerating, an hour and a half later, the third batch of two-neutron shells arrived as scheduled.

The terrifying penetration, once again swept over the remaining six-clawed space battleships.

Again, more than half of the battleships turned into scrap metal.

And the battleship where Di Rong was located survived again.

But it did not rejoice, because it did not know exactly how many waves of enemy blows there were.