Counterfeit Hero

No one knows how many asteroids there are in the Smoke Lake barrier. Billions, tens of billions, hundreds of billions, trillions... In this star field, some of these so-called asteroids are thousands of kilometers in diameter, and some are nothing more than pebbles the size of fingernails. They float densely in the void, spinning, tumbling, and colliding with each other from time to time.

Dust and gas that are finer than them permeate between them, wrap them up, and obscure the space. It's like a thick fog that can't be removed from the mountains and forests.

The tranquility was broken.

In the asteroid belt, steel battleships are like a pack of wolves chasing each other in the jungle, racing through the gaps between the stars. The hard bow of the ship knocked away or shattered countless unavoidable rocks.

The black battleship is escaping, and the iron-gray battleship is chasing. Dense energy cannon light clusters, like doomsday fireballs, surged and roared in the gaps between planets. Countless asteroids were swallowed up by this tide-like light cluster, and larger ones were penetrated and shattered. The two fleets, one escaping and the other pursuing, were no longer eight thousand kilometers apart.

This is not because the Feiyang B15 fleet is slow. The reason why the distance is getting closer is very simple - Sus is an A-class fleet!

In addition to having more than twice as many warships as the Feiyan fleet, which can be used by the Suss fleet to outflank and outflank them on a large scale, they also use the most powerful combat unit in this complex airspace - a space aircraft carrier!

"boom!"

As the Black Tulip battleship trembled violently, a Sword of Imperial Power space fighter flew past the port side window of the bridge, rolled in the air, and dodged the battleship's rotating turret under the cover of an asteroid hundreds of meters in diameter. The energy beam, like a chain of light, jumped through the belly of another Shark-class cruiser and disappeared.

The huge command room was in chaos. On the central computer, sharp alarms kept ringing. On the cross-section view of the battleship, the damaged parts were flashing red quickly, and hundreds of staff officers and officers were stumbling back and forth. He grabbed the communicator and yelled loudly, and frantically tapped the keyboard to flip the control switches.

Salmon could no longer sit in the command seat.

Now to him. took off his hat. The collar was torn open. Press your lips tightly. Let him chin. It seems even more abrupt.

In front of the center console. The flashing red light of the damage control system reflected on his face. It flickers on and off.

Salmon didn't expect that. The situation will become like this. Now the b15 fleet. Like a rat that got into a water pipe. I can only rush forward desperately. What an ambush. What a roundabout way. What a change of direction. All were being pursued by the Suss fleet behind them. Turns into a daydream-like fantasy.

Fleet Earth-Sky Network Coordination System. Already close to paralysis. Other battleships behind them. It's just developed through daily training. Just keep in mind. Every battleship. All with injuries. Radar system detection range. It has shrunk to a very small area. Ship Skynet system. Shows ship losses. Already more than 20%!

Under the attack of those fighter planes like flies. A relatively clumsy battleship. In this dangerous airspace. There was no way to fight back. Fire control radar now scans and controls range. It is simply not enough to control the rotating turret to hit the Suss space battleship that is scurrying in the asteroid belt. And manual operation. It's like a blind man swatting flies!

"How long will it take to reach the oasis airspace?" Salmon asked in a hissed voice. At the same time he asked. Skynet display. Another destroyer was destroyed by the Suess fleet.

"Three minutes!" Navigator No. 3, who was covered in sweat, replied.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and the energy shield outside the battleship's porthole window had turned light red. Amid the violent shaking, Salmon clung to the back of the navigator's seat in front of him. This avoided the embarrassment of falling.

The enemy detection radar showed that this time, it was still the masterpiece of the Suess fighter. Like a petrel, it shuttled among the fleet of ships and flew back again at some unknown time. A missile was sent to the starboard side of the Black Tulip.

On the sub-screen of Skynet, in the rotating turret mirror screen, you can only see countless energy shells passing behind it. It's like seeing off. Follow it into the distance. It quickly turned into a small dot in the red and white energy cannon light network. Like an iron-grey bat, it blended into the group of flying fighter planes and disappeared. "General!" A staff officer turned his head from the Skynet coordination system computer: "The thruster of the battleship Pars was destroyed!"

"Damn it!!" Salmon felt as if someone had hit his head with a sap, and stars were shooting out of his head.

The Pars battleship is an A-class battleship among the Unicorn-class battleships. From the ship structure to the weapon system, propulsion system, electronic system and other system equipment, it is much higher than the other B15 Unicorn-class battleships. , ranked at the top of the fleet together with the sister ship Black Tulip, and is the main combat effectiveness of the B15 fleet!

Unexpectedly, this battleship, which has only been in service for three months, has been handed down here before it has even fought a serious battle! For the B15 fleet, it is nothing more than adding insult to injury.

Salmon rushed to the console. Through the battleship's optical telescope, what he could see was the last glimpse of the Pars, which was spinning around and surrounded by fighter planes and space mechas.

When the battleship passed by an asteroid with a diameter of two kilometers and sank rapidly, the line of sight was blocked by the asteroid floating in the picture.

The capture of the Pars quickly increased the losses of the B15 fleet by eight percentage points.

"Your Excellency, General, we have one and a half minutes to reach the oasis airspace." Salmon's adjutant said anxiously: "We must find a way to get rid of the Suss fleet. They are too tight. Once they enter the oasis airspace, the most we can do is not pull away for a long time. At a distance of three thousand kilometers, there is no way to turn around, let alone make a jump."

Salmon quickly deduced on the computer the measures that could be taken after the fleet arrived in the oasis airspace...

However, no matter how you deduce it, you can't get rid of the current predicament. The plans in his mind were rejected one by one, and the combat plans formulated by the staff of the combat department every five minutes were all useless!

"How can we escape?!" Beads of sweat already appeared on the tip of Salmon's nose. The current situation was beyond his ability to control, making him feel powerless.

"We can't escape like this anymore." A staff officer suddenly stood up nervously: "We have lost nearly 30% of our troops. But the main gun located at the bow of the ship has not fired a single shot! General, turn around Accept the challenge. In the obstacle area, we will try our best to suffer some losses. We can still take advantage of the terrain and stop them. As long as we wait for the Chakna fleet..."

Salmon looked coldly at the staff officer who almost pointed at his nose and scolded him. The fleet has reached the point of disintegration. Between life and death, no matter how difficult it is to cross the chasm, it can be crossed, let alone the difference between up and down. Losses suffered by the b15 fleet. The current situation and the slim future made the staff officer forget his own identity. .

Salmon looked around. The staff members all avoided his eyes. He clearly saw a hint of humiliation and disdain in their eyes. No one can accept the fact that they were cannibalized by the enemy while fleeing. They are Feiyang soldiers, Feiyang soldiers who have always been proud. For many years, the army they served had a two-headed griffon flag. Across the universe, make all enemies tremble and surrender.

Salmon suddenly laughed, and he wanted to slap the staff officer in front of him on the face. Tell him this is war, cosmic war!

In this war, Feiyang is not invincible!

Why did Hastings use various means to force other countries to fight against Western York? Why did Feiyang only send two mixed group fleets to participate in the war in the Southeast Star Region, and finally watched the Southeast Star Region be lost? Why did he form the Mars Front Army? Carolina can only get one armored division and a B-class fleet as its team?

There is only one reason - Feiyang. Definitely not as powerful as people think.

However, Salmon knew that he could not do anything.

Apart from those high-sounding reasons, the biggest culprit causing the current situation is himself.

If I hadn't been so worried about gains and losses at the beginning, the B15 fleet could have collided with the Suss fleet! It is not impossible for a B-class fleet to defeat an A-class fleet.

But. Because of a small thought of striving for merit, I became hesitant and unconfident. Ever since I learned about the existence of the Suss fleet, my position was not that of a soldier. All I was thinking about was how to escape. The moment he saw the Suss fleet appear, he almost subconsciously gave the order to escape. It is normal for these staff officers not to accept this humiliating defeat.

Everything should be baptized by war, including selfishness. greedy. Cowardice, jealousy. Vicious, stupid, inferior. Salmon smiled and thought, if all these negative factors cannot become noble due to the baptism of war, then they should become more despicable!

I can no longer look back, I can only keep going. In his own name and in the name of the Republic of Feiyang.

Salmon stared at the coordinates Zhang Pengcheng mentioned on the interstellar map, turned around, and looked around at everyone around him.

"This is a protracted war. This waterway is too important to the Feiyang Republic. You have a more important mission to complete, rather than just throwing your lives away here. Our fleet is the Feiyang Republic. Raise the flag we have planted here, and we cannot fall before more of our fleets pour in here!"

A noble and holy smile appeared on Salmon's face: "Even if I go to hell, even if I am infamous for eternity, I will complete my mission! The Chakna people made a wrong judgment, and I will lead you to climb out of this trap. !" Twenty-nine bandit warships hidden in the vast universe are floating quietly.

Invisible in this deep and endless universe, as if integrated with the universe, it is a wonderful experience for the bandit soldiers on the battleship.

The portholes of the battleship have been closed, and the energy shield and ion thruster have also been closed in order to prevent a trace of light from disrupting the optical deflector. The battleship only relies on the old-fashioned jet steering thrusters to adjust the attitude of the ship.

Judging from the images captured by electronic cameras all over the ship, the surroundings were empty. Even though he knows that other bandit warships are around him, the boundless starry sky still makes people lose their minds while staring... Are those guys still there? Will they really disappear? Already?

Behind him is the diffuse Smoke Lake Nebula.

Nebulae reflect the light of distant stars. Countless asteroids, large and small, are suspended, tumbling, and moving in this dust and gas. They obscure all view. No one knows how the battle is going in the vast inner airspace of this nebula. Under the calm appearance of Yanhu Lake, what kind of stormy waves enveloped it.

"Hasn't the No. 3 reconnaissance ship reached the oasis airspace yet?" The fat man anxiously played with the beautiful women on his computer. In the upper half of the screen, there is a road map. The green cursor representing the Suss transport fleet is heading towards the exit of the obstacle area to the 1851 system along the expected route.

"It should be there soon." Fang Xiang, who was sitting next to the fat man and watching the guy quickly connect the three-dimensional images of beautiful women without thinking, was dazzled and fascinated by his super-fast technique.

In the ship, some of the staff were chatting, some were engaging in deductions and confrontations, and some were dozing off. Everyone was bored and tacitly avoided the battle taking place in the Smoke Lake Nebula.

"How did you do that?" Watching the fat man scribbling out the last two 3D photos, Fang Xiang couldn't help it. In her opinion, these beauties had extremely similar backgrounds, clothing, looks, skin colors, and hairstyles. In the photo, it is difficult to tell the difference. But the fat man was able to find the same two photos without any pause. This is really amazing.

"What?" The fat man was a little distracted: "This?"

"Yes!" Fang Xiang nodded: "These photos make me dizzy just looking at them. You can pass the test at such a fast speed. Do you have any tips?"

"Secret!" Fatty continued his usual death-seeking logic: "I won't tell you!"

"You..." Fang Xiang stared at the fat man, angry and funny. This guy was simply a bastard who was born to make people angry.

"What secret..." Karl on the side sneered and said to Fang Xiang: "This guy looks at his measurements!"

Fang Xiang was stunned, her face suddenly turned red, and she said: "The measurements...are the same." "He looked at them with his eyes! The specific measurements can be accurate to the millimeter... "Karl was indignant: "Damn it, I can't learn!"

Fang Xiang turned her head and saw the fat man's eyes wandering over her body.

"Nymphomaniac...go to hell!"

Fang Xiang, who had goosebumps all over her body, aimed her high heels at the fat man's feet and stomped on them.

"Unjustly..."

"General, the Suss transport fleet has passed the tail line of the third leg of the obstacle area, and is 10,000 kilometers away from us. It is expected to arrive at the ambush area in three minutes."

Amidst the fat man's wails, the intelligence liaison officer in front of the center console reported.

"General, there is a signal from the No. 3 reconnaissance ship..." Another staff officer's trembling voice followed: "Look..."

Fatty and Fang Xiang quickly looked at the shared screen of the reconnaissance ship that flashed on the command platform.

When he saw the picture, Fatty felt a surge of anger surge up from the bottom of his heart, mixed with blood and rushed to his brain. On the picture, the Feiyang fleet was preparing to jump. Behind them, there was a swarm of Suss. fleet, and between them and the Suss fleet... is the Chakna 1201 fleet that has just completed its jump!

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