Interstellar Apocalypse: I lead players to dismantle spaceships

"Sir, we've got them! They can't run away!"

The two lieutenant colonels on the Santa Carla all rushed over and waited anxiously for news in the standby command room.

When they heard the report from their men, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good! Force them to make an emergency landing! If they don't agree, just shoot them down and avenge our dead compatriots!"

"No problem! They've been running away and don't dare to fight back. They must not know how to operate our fighter planes. It's already a stretch for them to just drive away."

The two lieutenant colonels nodded.

This explanation is more reasonable.

The origin of this group of enemies is mysterious, but looking at the direction of the fighter plane's escape, it was heading towards the border of the fifth district, which made them come to the same guess as Donald-this might be a group of sand bandits that came from the fifth district!

"Hmph, a little bandit not only attacked the federal base and assassinated the federal general, but also dared to steal the federal fighter plane! This courage is really extraordinary!"

"Bandits are bandits. They hide in the dark underground and look at the sky from a well. They have the legacy of their ancestors but do not make progress. Until now, they can't even play a small fighter plane. It's really sad!"

"Don't let me find their lair! Otherwise, I will definitely send them a few nuclear bombs to taste!"

"Hehe, dropping nuclear bombs is certainly refreshing, but it is not as good as occupying. In this way, we can not only get a relic, but also find a foothold in the fifth district! Not only will we not fail because of the destruction of Base 217, but we can go further!"

"Hiss, wonderful, this is also a blessing in disguise!"

The two were indignant at first, but soon became active again.

The idea is good.

But if they had heard James' analysis of Chu Hang and his gang when he was alive, they would probably not be so blindly optimistic.

As a result, at this moment,

the voice in the channel suddenly became urgent.

"What... No! Vulture 2! Answer! Vulture 2! Ziz..."

"What's going on? Answer!"

"Hoo! Hoo! This is Falcon 1. We're ambushed! Hoo! The Vulture team is wiped out! But no enemy is found! Repeat! No..."

"Hello? Hello? Falcon leader, answer!"

A busy tone sounded in the channel.

After shouting for a long time, the two lieutenant colonels obviously began to panic, and a fear of the unknown came over them.

Another half a minute passed.

Finally, there was movement in the channel again.

"Hoo! Hoo! This is Fox 4! Hoo... Falcon leader was also shot down! Everyone died! Only I escaped! Hoo! Hoo! I was targeted by the devil, He is chasing me! No no no! I don't want to die!"

"Hold on! I will send reinforcements immediately! You leave immediately! Immediately..."

"Mayday! Mayday! I was hit! The fighter plane is spinning! I must parachute! Hoo! I parachuted, lock my coordinates! Come to rescue... Oh, God, what is that! Uh ah..."

The channel turned busy again.

No matter how the Santa Carla called, none of the 12 fighters sent over responded, and the green dots representing friendly forces on the radar disappeared within the previous 2 minutes.

The two lieutenant colonels slumped in their chairs, reaching out and lighting cigarettes with trembling hands.

After taking a deep puff, he finally calmed down a little.

"We have to send reinforcements! Whether there are any survivors or not, we must find out the situation!"

"No! There were 36 interceptors on the Santa Cara, and now there are only 16 left! Aren't 16 much more than 12? The enemy will be destroyed anyway! We don't even know what the enemy is, how can we tell the pilots below?"

"Then what do you say? Are we so scared? Just withdraw to the third zone!"

"You can't act rashly. Do you want to put the entire fleet in an irretrievable situation?"

The two argued,

Just then, two messages came one after another.

"What, Colonel Tom is still alive?"

"You said you found Mr. Donald in the fleeing convoy?"

The two lieutenant colonels were shocked and looked at each other at the same time. They instantly understood what each other meant.

Push this mess to these two culprits!

They won't take the blame.

Since someone is taking the blame, they will definitely not issue radical orders again. They just ask the fleet to be on alert at the first level and be careful to guard against the mysterious enemy.

Ten minutes later,

Tom and Donald arrived at the conference room on the Santa Cara almost at the same time.

"Colonel!"

"Great, you're still alive! What happened last night?"

When they saw Tom coming in, the two lieutenant colonels immediately saluted excitedly, and then hurriedly asked.

Tom didn't look seriously injured.

He fainted from anger at the time, and then was buried under the collapsed command room. Fortunately, he was not hit directly, but escaped the mysterious enemy's annihilation.

Yes,

After occupying the 217 base, the mysterious enemy,

in addition to using artillery fire to drive the native laborers away, also shot all the survivors in the ruins, otherwise the infiltrators would not be able to disguise themselves as their people, and there must be other wounded who would recognize the flaws.

Not only that,

after carrying the supplies, the other party also detonated an EMP bomb in the base, destroying all the camera equipment.

Because of this,

no one knows who the mysterious enemy is.

Of course, this includes Tom.

Tom nodded to his two colleagues and turned to look at the embarrassed Donald. Donald smiled bitterly, meaning that he had no information and was lucky to be alive.

Tom sighed with a headache.

He had fallen directly into hell. Not only was he the primary person responsible for the destruction of the base, but he also had to deal with the mess left after James' death. He felt like his head was about to explode.

He said helplessly.

"Let's do this. First, report the situation here to the headquarters truthfully, and then we will temporarily evacuate the border. This place may be attacked by the enemy again at any time..."

"Alas, this is the only way..."

The other three people also sighed.

"By the way, when James was assassinated, there must be survivors in the bridge, right? What did the assassin say?"

"I'll call someone over."

Soon, a surviving soldier was called over.

"I was far away at the time, and I only remember that the other party had a strange accent, not like the federal dialect..."

"That's it?"

"I don't know what the other party said specifically, but I heard the general say that he was sick and pretending to be stupid... Oh! That's right! The other party shouted loudly before detonating the grenade!"

"Hurry up!"

The four people were immediately excited.

"Your Majesty, Captain, my mission is completed... That's what he should say!"

Hearing this,

the four people present immediately fell into deep thought.

"Isn't it the sand bandits? But the people of the Holy Silver Empire? Captain... Could it be that one of their ships arrived in advance!"

"Quick! Send this information back to headquarters immediately! Urgent!"

No one knew that

a few light years away from the tenth star ring, an iron-gray interstellar fleet was jumping in.

The surface of the huge triangular battleship was printed with a burning sword, which was the symbol of the Holy Silver Empire's Death Legion!

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