Him and their stars

"The space ahead reacts, the space bubble is neutralized! The antimatter ignition is ignited! Torpedo No. 1 self-destructs!

"Torpedo No. 2 self-destructs!"

"No. 3, missed the target!"

"No. 4... has been confirmed to have been destroyed!"

The reconnaissance technician's report echoed within the Empire's bridge, and their voices seemed to be filled with a hint of disbelief and fear. Slowly, fear turned into panic, and an overly heavy and depressing atmosphere slowly formed in the Empire's bridge.

It's not their fault. Normal people will definitely react this way when they encounter a situation beyond their imagination.

However, not to mention the Bakvi people who turned into stupid birds one by one, the imperial officers on the ship were all elites, and they quickly gave their evaluation: "...then, that is a space shock bomb!"

"That's unreasonable! How could it be a concussion bomb!" The gunnery officer at the front of the bridge tapped the keyboard and let out an angry roar.

The technical content of the space shock bomb is certainly not low, but after all, it is just an ordinary weapon for the public. But now it has directly neutralized the most powerful effect of the space torpedo, making the long-awaited killer weapon become invisible.

Normal people find it too difficult to accept.

Even Marquis Oregal took a total of three seconds to accept this fact. After he let out a long, turbid breath, a smile of appreciation appeared on his twitching cheeks: "...Oh, what a headache! I can't believe that people on Earth would actually think of using this method. Create a space-shock isolation belt for defense! The Engineering Academy burns at least billions of gold dragons every year before it finally develops a weapon. A weapon that costs at least five million gold dragons will actually cost up to ten thousand. Is the space shock bomb blocked?"

He seemed to see a senior astral knight commander who had gone through all kinds of hardships and made many military exploits in a life of nearly death. Finally, he had the atomic light spear hand-crafted by the royal master craftsman, and was recognized by His Majesty the Emperor. He learned the invincible Instant Slash of Ten Thousand Dragons from Tongheyuan.

The Astral Knight Commander was very proud and wanted to build a glorious career again. However, in the first battle that followed, he was killed with a blade by a dead man who had practiced dagger skills for half an hour.

The Astral Knight Commander has certainly become a joke, but aren't those of them who "cheer and cheer" the same? Isn't this the whole empire?

When thinking of this, First Officer Rhea and the surrounding imperial officers felt depressed and speechless. The more emotional Bakvi even wanted to cry a little.

...Of course, they didn't really cry. If they did, they would definitely be made angry by Imperial Dad and asked to make roasted chicken wings on the spot. This group of business-savvy people have all taken emotional intelligence classes, and they probably think that this feeling of wanting to cry but not being able to cry is the most appropriate.

Just when the sad and depressing atmosphere was about to turn into an avalanche, Marquis Odegaard spoke again.

"However, this is not a problem with weapons... The space shock bomb actually uses the principle of antimatter. It will indeed cause space vibration, but this kind of vibration is uncontrollable. But our space bubble generator is controllable. The dimensional frequency band of the space bubble can be adjusted. Therefore, in theory, if more subtle and reliable adjustments are made, the shock bomb should be able to be avoided." At this point, the Marquis sighed: "It's just that I I really didn’t expect that the people on earth would think of such a method, even if they got information from that stupid mantis in Kolmo in advance, such a fantastic idea is worthy of admiration, and I will be my lifelong enemy!”

The officers were slightly startled. Although they did not understand what they heard, they also realized that His Excellency the Marquis was telling them that it was not a problem with the design of the weapons, or a lack of effort on their part, but that there are high... masters on earth?

This explanation is indeed very reasonable! At least it proves that everyone is not incompetent and the empire is not a fool. Everyone's mood immediately recovered a lot.

The first mate from Wolfgang also listened in awe, thinking that the Marquis is indeed an elite astral knight with both civil and military skills. He even understands the technical issues of weapons. It is right for the elderly to invite him to inherit the family business. But, is it wrong to do science popularization at this time?

"Your Excellency, we should now..."

Marquis Odegaard ordered expressionlessly: "Ignite the main engine and enter the second assault speed!"

"Got it! Main engine, ignite! Enter second assault speed!" The Wolfgang man quickly repeated the Marquis' order loudly.

Immediately afterwards, the Marquis' subsequent order made him hesitate for a moment.

"Let Lennon's fighter squadron take off! Be ready for a breakout escort!"

"Your Excellency..." The Wolfgang first officer wanted to ask what "breakout escort" meant. He was about to speak, but saw the Marquis tilting his head slightly and looking directly into his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

The first officer had no choice but to quickly convey the order again. But after that, he still lowered his voice and expressed his opinion: "Sir, we still have four space torpedoes! It's okay..."

"The previous four were useless, but now the four are useful? Don't forget, there is another enemy squadron behind us."

The first mate had nothing to say.

"My original plan was to let this small fleet of Earthlings die here, and then tear up the singing boy and throw them into the antimatter fuel depot, but now it's impossible... I'd better give it to myself. Save some dignity. After all, I am an Imperial Knight. Now that I have discovered the technical problems of the space torpedo, I must immediately pass this information to the country."

But the Wolfgang first mate knows that people have ridiculed you to this extent, but you can't take revenge in person. In any case, as a glorious sword-wielding noble of the empire, you can't show your dignity.

When I think of this, this rough and sturdy warrior, who looks like a giant wolf walking upright, wants to cry even more than those bumbling Bakvi birdmen.

"How is the communication situation with the source wave? Can it be connected to the mainland?" the Marquis asked.

"The interference is a bit serious, trying to connect..." the communications officer replied loudly, but felt helpless.

This is a binary brown dwarf galaxy, and in the middle of a battle, the interference will of course be serious! Moreover, here is the Far Coast Nebula, which is right on the edge of the empire's galaxy-level source wave center!

Fortunately, Marquis Odegaard is not that kind of very harsh boss, but instead asked in a different way: "... Can we connect to Kerna City?"

"... I'm sorry, please continue to connect."

"Your Excellency..." the Wolfgang man advised in a low voice.

"I understand. However, the damage to the hull is not light now. It is too risky to try to return across the far shore nebula. We must first go to Kerna City for repairs and supplies." The Marquis said.

The first mate also sighed and had to admit again that what the Marquis said always made sense.

"The energy center rationing has been changed. Fifty percent will be used for the ship's shield!"

"Fifty percent of the energy center ration will be used for the ship's shield, increase the power!" the first mate repeated the master's order. The voice was louder and more sinister, but if you listened carefully, there seemed to be a little bit of sadness and indignation.

Marquis Odegaard's judgment was correct and timely. Just when the shield had just finished supplying energy, several shells from the zenith had already been blasted down.

Just now, when the concussion bombs and space torpedoes formed a space entanglement, the Earth Fleet did not wait and did nothing. It reorganized into a bombardment formation, crawled downwards into the space domain above, and finally crossed the barrier formed by ice crystal meteorites. . They were condescending and poured down all the artillery fire they could.

At this time, how could the people on earth still let the other party leave?

In just one minute, No. 24 was directly illuminated by more than ten orbital artillery shells and seven or eight ion beams and positron torrents.

But even after she suffered so many saturation attacks, her shield was about to reach its limit. The armor on the left side was pulled out of scars, but they were very shallow. One of the secondary battery turrets on the front deck was cut off, and the number of casualties is estimated to be less than double digits.

However, counterattacks from the other side followed one after another. Under a burst of bombardment, both the Corsica and the Luoyang were defeated.

They clearly had the upper hand, but in this round of artillery battle, the two sides could only be considered a draw.

"What a damn sunspot, the Empire's ship is so tough!" Lieutenant Colonel Lapon swore.

Of course, in addition to the two cruisers, the destroyer group also dropped a considerable number of proton torpedoes from a greater distance. However, the man at the helm opposite is obviously an experienced and skilled driver. He is also quite agile in driving such a giant ship. He can twist left and right in the chaotic asteroid belt, although he still inevitably has some conflicts with the big icebergs. It was a mess, but it actually managed to avoid those torpedoes with a relatively slow firing rate.

"Dear boy, the imperial devils can really drive!" Lieutenant Colonel Kong Qingyu couldn't help showing an expression of admiration.

The only person an experienced driver can admire is another experienced driver whose driving skills are much better than his own.

"This also shows that the maneuverability of this ship is very good! If it is a county-class heavy cruiser currently in service in our country, even if it is operated by Mihir or Masaki himself, it is impossible to make such beautiful battleship movements." Akinayama Hachiman said.

"Okay, what a good ship, I want it!" Eleanor's eyes lit up, her face full of desire. This look is so full of aggression that if other ordinary girls see a set of Van Mieler jewelry, that's probably it.

I really want it too! You know, the Clear Sky class is also a divine ship that has been in service for fifty years! It's not that the empire doesn't have the money to replace it with a new one, but it's just that it's too perfect. Yu Lian thought.

However, we still have to pay attention to the method of attack, so as not to really force out the determination of the Imperial people on the ship to fight. Yu Lian forced his eyes to stop shining, and concentrated on maneuvering the boat to dodge the opponent's counterattack. At the same time, he began to think of ways to break the situation.

If I remember correctly, the original design of the Clear Sky class was not completely without loopholes. No, in other words, the protection of this imperial warship is perfect, but the protection measures for some special equipment are not very good. However, this cannot be blamed on the designers of the empire. Battleship designs throughout the galaxy have flaws in this area, and it was not until thirty years later that there was a significant improvement.

Yu Lian simulated a Clear Sky-class battleship model in his mind and began to make calculations.

As for the other people on the bridge, they were full of admiration for the battleship and the Imperial crew inside, but they were even more determined to keep them here.

So, another impatient destroyer captain proposed the tactic of getting close to the lightning strike.

This is not surprising. To know. So far, the greatest damage caused to an enemy ship was the close lightning strike of Centurion 927 during his "lifetime". It is understandable that brave warriors would propose this tactic.

Eleanor bit her lip, played with her braid, and then quickly rejected the proposal.

"Of course I want to keep the enemy here completely, but it is obvious that the enemy ship has used most of its energy supply on shields and close defense! And in such an environment, it is not that easy for the destroyer to get close. , it’s too easy for enemy ships to seize the opportunity to intercept! I don’t think that the majestic Imperial Navy will fall into the same pit twice.”

In fact, if the ordinary crew members in the ship are also well-trained Imperial Navy soldiers, it will be difficult to fall into the pit even for the first time.

"...But, sir, there is a possibility of success!" The destroyer captain added another sentence.

"The possibility of success is completely out of proportion to the casualties that will occur!" Eleanor rejected the opponent with a firm attitude: "There is no need to show such determination to fight! It's just a small scene of an enemy ship, I Eleanor Bonaparte has not fallen so low as to make you a death squad!"