Global Creation: Create the Zerg Queen at the Start!

In countless asteroids. Among the gravel, gas and dust, if the opponent preempts the favorable terrain, it almost means a disastrous defeat.

This is a restricted area for radar, a holy place for ambushes and sneak attacks.

It is conceivable that when a fleet goes deep into an obstacle zone surrounded by asteroids and various harsh environments, and is ambushed by an enemy fleet occupying favorable terrain, what a tragic thing it will be.

However, seeing the fleet of 877 thrown into the meteor belt, the commander of the demon fleet, one of the twins, Oreses, only showed a scornful smile at the corner of her mouth.

The fleet under her command. There was almost no hesitation. Just behind the 877 fleet, plunged into the meteor belt.

The commander of the 877 fleet chose the right strategy, but did not choose the right direction.

The meteors have a radius of 800,000 kilometers, and the density varies.

In addition to various harsh environments, there are countless flying rocks.

For the 877 fleet, the best way to get rid of the demon fleet's pursuit is to reach the edge of the meteor belt and jump out of the demon fleet's pursuit range.

As long as it can run away, there is room for the fleet to maneuver.

It's a pity that this fleet won't know that their channel is not the gate of their escape. On the contrary, they have automatically jumped into a deeper trap according to the Gemini plan.

The main fleet will drive this 877 fleet to the bottom of the channel.

As expected, the 052 fleet will appear there in twenty minutes.

Next, it was a fight!

It waited until another demon fleet, after a space leap, suddenly appeared there.

At that time, the expressions on the faces of the coalition forces of all races will be very exciting!

"The fleet of 877 has entered the meteor belt and is running towards the edge of the belt. The demon fleet is only 12,000 kilometers away from them!"

"The tail of the 877 fleet was attacked by the demon fleet".

"The reconnaissance ship can't keep up and has lost track of both parties."

On the battleship Shangqing, Zhang Zhengyi sat quietly in a chair, letting the sound of reports one after another be heard in his ears.

The battle between the top fleets is definitely something that the current Friars fleet cannot directly participate in.

It's like a stumbled lion cub, trying to intervene in the battle between several adult male lions, the only end is just torn apart.

No one knows how many asteroids are in the meteor belt.

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 but nail-sized stones. They are densely floating in the void, spinning, rolling, and colliding with each other from time to time.

Dust and gas, which are finer than them, permeate between them, envelop them, and obscure the space. It's like a thick fog that can't disappear between the mountains and the forest.

The tranquility was broken.

In the asteroid belt, warships are like wolves running and chasing in the jungle, rushing through the gaps between the stars.

The hard bow smashed or shattered countless inevitable rocks.

The blue warship is at large, and the black warship is chasing.

The dense energy cannon light cluster, like the skyfire meteor of the doomsday, gallops and roars in the gap of the planets, countless asteroids are swallowed by this tidal light cluster, and the larger ones are penetrated and shattered. The two fleets that had fled and pursued were no more than 8,000 kilometers apart.

This is not because the 877 fleet is slow. The reason why the distance is getting closer and closer is simple.

This is a main fleet of demons.

"boom!"

In the violent tremor of the Tulip battleship, a blade demon swiftly passed the port window of the bridge and rolled in the air, under the cover of an asteroid with a diameter of hundreds of meters. Dodging the battleship's turret, the energy flare like a chain of light jumped through the abdomen of another Shark-class cruiser. Disappear.

The huge command room has been messed up.

On the central computer, sharp alarms kept ringing.

On the cross-section of the battleship, the damaged parts flashed red quickly. Hundreds of staff officers and officers were stumbling back and forth, grabbing the communicator and yelling, and madly tapping the keyboard to toggle the control switch.

Salmon could no longer sit on the command seat.

Now he took off his hat and his collar was torn apart. The tightly reported lips made his chin even more abrupt.

In front of the center console, the flickering red light of the damage control system was reflected on his face, bright and dark.

Salmon did not expect that the situation would become like this. Now the 877 fleet, like a mouse entering the water pipe, can only move forward desperately.

What set ambush, what roundabout. What direction changed, all pursued by the demon fleet behind him, turned into a daydream-like fantasy.

The coordination system of the fleet is already close to paralysis, and the other warships behind them are only developed through training in the usual days, and they are not left behind.

Every battleship is wounded. The detection range of the radar system has shrunk to a very small area, and the ship system, the displayed ship loss, has exceeded 20%!

Under the attack of those flies-like blade demon, the relatively clumsy battleship was in this dangerous airspace. There is no power to fight back at all.

The current scanning and control range of the fire control radar is simply not enough to control the turret to hit the demon space battleship that is scurrying in the asteroid belt.

And manual operation is even more like a blind man hitting a fly!

""How long will it take to reach the edge of the meteor belt?" Salmon hissed. Just as he asked, Skynet revealed that another destroyer was destroyed by the demon fleet.

"Five minutes!" the sweaty navigator replied.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and the energy shield outside the battleship's porthole had turned (Li Zhao's) pale red.

In the violent shaking, Salmon firmly grasped the seat back of the navigator in front of him. Only to avoid the embarrassment of falling.

The radar shows, this time. Still the masterpiece of the sword's edge magic land. It was like a petrel, shuttled among the ships, and did not know when, it flew back. A missile was sent to the starboard side of the Tulip.

On the screen, in the divided turret view mirrors, only countless energy cannonballs can be seen passing behind it, as if seeing off, following it and flying into the distance.

In the red and white energy cannon light net, it quickly turned into a small dot, like an iron-gray bat, mixed into the deceptively flying blade demon group, and disappeared.

"General!" A staff officer turned his head from the sky system computer: "The Gravel engine was hit!"

"Damn!!" Salmon only felt like a sap on his head, and Venus went straight. Chi,

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