One Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty-Four Moths to the Flame

In the universe, the steel bridge like a hill is collapsing, and the huge explosion blows away the heavy armor on the outside of the battleship, destroying one cabin after another into wreckage.

Around the shattered gap, dozens of puppet robots were sucked into the dark universe by the vacuum airflow, and the entire battleship trembled and collapsed in the explosion.

"Report! The cruiser White Lobster has been hit! The defensive barrier collapsed and was severely damaged!" On another huge battleship in the distance, a sergeant turned around and reported loudly to the officers behind him.

"The frontal magic defense barrier of this ship has also begun to collapse...more than one-third of the battleship's magic defense barrier has run out of energy, and the opponent is still 170,000 kilometers away from us!...If this continues, we and the White Lobster will be finished " An officer with the rank of lieutenant on his shoulder said to the captain with an ugly expression.

Just as he said these words, another energy power cabin exploded on the cruiser White Lobster in the distance, pushing the countless wreckage around it in all directions.

"Major Xi Ke, the captain of the cruiser White Lobster, is calling!" The officer in charge of communication tore off a piece of message paper from the receiver, and walked in front of his officer with his chin raised.

"Read!" The leader, a captain with a big white beard, folded his hands behind his back, and ordered without any expression.

"I'm sorry, my officer and all the officers and men of the White Lobster battleship go first. Long live the great Alan Hill Empire!" The officer in charge of communications read the content of the telegram with his hands in a lonely voice.

"The troops on the right wing of the fleet have exchanged fire with the enemy... The battle situation is not optimistic. The number of warships on the left wing of the enemy is three times that of ours..." The robot watching the data analysis on the computer screen reported without looking up.

"Haven't the reinforcements arrived yet? It really makes people anxious." The leader, the white beard captain, muttered, the situation is already very unfavorable for his fleet.

Three cruisers have been sunk, and at least four of the remaining battleships were injured. No matter how you look at it, he lost this small battle that broke out 15.3 million kilometers away from the Higgs 5.

In a few hours, or perhaps not even an hour, the fleet he commanded would be divided and surrounded by the enemy. Before long, he will be wiped out.

To flee here with these remnants of defeated generals, and to leave behind those allies who are destined to be unable to escape and let them fend for themselves? This option doesn't seem to exist among his options at all. If he retreats, the entire universe will be in danger, the enemy may break into the vicinity of Higgs 4, and the battle situation may collapse.

"If we can shrink our forces, we will still be able to counterattack when the battleship support troops arrive at the battle zone." The adjutant who had been standing beside the captain, looking at his gray-bearded captain's calm face, suggested.

Although on battleships and cruisers, their numbers are at a relative disadvantage. But the enemy came from afar. In terms of the number of small warships, the opponent obviously couldn't compare with the Alan Hill Empire Squadron fighting at their doorstep.

The opponent's guardian warships are very few, and most of them are the more powerful adjudicator and world destroyer warships. Of course, if it weren't for the accidental appearance of two huge and powerful World Destroyer warships, their squadron wouldn't be in such a mess.

However, with these battleships in hand, against the powerful firepower of the World Destroyer battleship,

It seems that it is not an easy task to persist until the battleship fleet of one's own side reaches the theater.

Even with the most optimistic attitude to look forward to, the small warships on his side can only use sacrifices to hold back the enemy's encirclement.

do not care! Even if it is to delay the time of destruction, this kind of attempt is still to be done! Captain Whitebeard, who is also the commander of this fleet, weighed in his mind, and ordered: "Order, the destroyer fleet on the left wing gives up the task of protecting the supply ship, and immediately advance to the enemy's flank at full speed!"

Destroyers, small warships that have almost withdrawn from the war, have not participated in front-line combat operations for a long time.

In today's Alan Hill Empire, destroyers spend most of their time on escort missions, as well as orbital bombing missions, and have never had a direct exchange of fire with the enemy's main fleet.

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"Captain..." A female first officer, wearing a bulky spacesuit, walked up to her captain, and handed a message to the yawning boss in front of her: "A message from the flagship Super Speed."

"Ah, is it our turn to die? It's really straightforward." The captain, who was almost 35 years old, reached out to take the telegram, stretched his waist and read the content of the telegram while mocking.

At this time, as long as you are not a fool, you will know that the main fleet is being attacked passively. If you send a message at this moment, most of the time you will not be able to hold on. Let the destroyer fleet go up to send a wave, so as to delay some time.

His first mate was a beautiful woman with a shrewd appearance. It's a pity that this adjutant has a square QR code on her forehead, which shows that she is a clone.

Thinking about it, the human beings serving on the destroyer are probably clones. This is also a personnel arrangement that everyone knows well...

"Notify all personnel, the thrusters are fully activated, and the course will be corrected to 95-33 in two minutes..." The captain crumpled up the message and stuffed it into the chest of the heavy space suit worn by his female first officer. Huge Pocket: "Charge the energy torpedo launcher! All crew ready for battle!"

"Let the power room get ready! We will get as close as possible to the enemy warship in a while, and we can only cause some trouble to the opponent by firing energy torpedoes at close range!" He pulled out the battle suit from under his position, and the captain put it on. While continuing to order: "Sound the battle alarm!"

"Woo!..." With the sound of the battle sirens one after another, the atmosphere on the entire space destroyer also became tense.

The nearly 40-year-old captain looked at the clone officer on his left: "Get ready to open the defensive barrier! Open the barrier as soon as you approach the edge of the enemy fleet!"

Then he looked to his right hand again: "Order all artillery positions to use freely, and fire when you have the opportunity!"

"The captain of destroyer No. 12682 called to ask: Are we really going to rush there?" The female adjutant wearing a spacesuit and holding a huge helmet received the second telegram and immediately asked her captain for instructions.

"If you run away, you will be shot..." the captain looked at his female adjutant and replied. He knew that the reason why the female first officer asked this question was because she wanted to see him as a captain's joke.

So he explained responsibly: "You may not die in a fight, but running away is worse than death."

"The people above told us to go to the front, obviously to use us as a defensive barrier to consume... If you need, I can take over your command, and you can take the escape pod to leave..." The female first officer spoke for herself made an excuse.

"You don't want to command my ship... Alright! Take action! We have to buy time for those battleship captains who are still on the way..." The captain looked at the small boat he commanded very cynically. : "Who made us only have auxiliary guns and torpedoes!"

"Hehe!" He smiled self-deprecatingly, with a bit of confidence and stubbornness: "Let those big people see that small people are also determined, and we are also determined to live!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at his female adjutant, stretched out his hand and brushed the other's cheek: "I will lead you to live!"

"Captain..." The female adjutant lowered her eyes and looked at the finger that passed her cheek: "If you do this again, I will sue you for harassment..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The captain withdrew his hand and rubbed his nose, and a lingering fragrance instantly helped him refresh himself.

"The 514th escort destroyer fleet starts to move forward at full speed, and will cut into the flank of the battlefield in 3 minutes and 50 seconds!" In the short-range communicator, the order for the entire fleet to start accelerating was repeated mechanically.

"Destroyer No. 14571 is starting to jump! Destroyer No. 12682 is starting to jump!" Not far from the port side of the battleship where the captain was, a huge engine at the tail of a battleship began to emit blue light.

"Leave the task of avoiding the enemy's shelling trajectory to the detector and computer, and let the robot operate it!" Sitting back on the captain's seat, the middle-aged captain looked at the vast universe ahead and continued to give orders.

In the distant place, the cruel battlefield is full of explosions and rays of energy left behind. The vast universe and those dazzling stars are dotted around the battlefield, which has a kind of intoxicating beauty.

Destroyer No. 11402, which has been soaring slowly in the universe, followed closely behind Destroyer No. 14571 and No. 12682, shrouded in the dazzling blue light and moved away a little bit, leaving only the densely packed supply fleet behind. Navigate in the boundless universe.

Behind them, on the mast of the huge transport ship, a coded signal that the gods bless the Alan Hill Empire flashed. This is a useless but sincere blessing from the officers and soldiers on the transport fleet.

Soon, these small destroyers were discovered by the Warden warships who had been trying to surround the Irish fleet.

The guardian warships on the flanks were forced to turn and start the attack because they spotted these small but menacing Erlan Hill Empire destroyers.

At this time, the distance between the two sides is still far away, far from the distance where the destroyer can release energy torpedoes. Just when the captain was about to open his mouth and order the battleship to prepare for the battle, several jets of pitch-black energy rushed towards him. Rays.

The energy cannons on the Guardian space battleship are also divided into levels. The power of the energy cannon on the Guardian is similar to the power of the magic laser cannon of the Alan Hill Empire, but the power of the energy cannon on the Judgment battleship is even more deadly. .

Not to mention the terrifying main gun of the World Destroyer, its huge energy can easily smash all the defenses of a battleship at once.

This time the bombardment was a salvo from the Arbiter warship. For the destroyer fleet that had just approached the battlefield, being hit was basically a cool rhythm.

Fortunately, the accuracy of these energy cannons is affected by the distance, and it is unlikely to hit a target the size of a destroyer at the limit distance.

These "small" destroyers have some unique advantages, at least in terms of the hit area.

"It's dangerous..." The middle-aged captain looked at the energy cannon shells passing by his battleship, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and lowered his voice to complain. If just approaching the battle zone, you happened to bump into an energy cannon, that would really be death.

But not all destroyers have the captain's good luck. Destroyer 14571, which was still driving in front of destroyer 11402, happened to hit the black beam of an energy cannon.

In an instant, the entire destroyer's hull disintegrated and melted in that black beam of light, and the huge hull exploded and shattered instantly, leaving only a section of the tail, and the uppermost bridge still floating on the track where the battleship just moved , scattered some fragments from time to time.

"My God..." The female adjutant who saw such a tragic scene for the first time stood beside her captain, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and muttered softly subconsciously.

"Turn on the energy barrier! The secondary guns are ready to fight!" The captain stared at Yu Yuyu, who could not see any enemies except for the explosion, and issued a combat order: "Continue to move forward at full speed! Turn on the afterburner to the maximum! Burn it!" It doesn't matter! The biggest!"

"Huh!" At the tail of the destroyer, those juxtaposed huge nozzles sprayed out dazzling flames, and the entire destroyer began to rush forward even more rapidly.

"Recharge the energy torpedo launcher! Guys! We only have one chance, don't waste it!" The captain leaned on his captain's command chair, and quickly tapped his armrest with his fingers restlessly.

"Our 23 cruisers are directly ahead... There are at least 7 battleships behind..." Looking at the situation briefing sent by the command system, the female adjutant felt her throat was a little dry.

They only have one energy torpedo, even if they achieve the greatest results, they can only cause some troubles for a Judgment warship. What's more, what ability do they have to break through the opponent's dense firepower line of defense and launch that energy torpedo with a relatively short range?

They came here to die, even if they did successfully launch an energy torpedo, and then the torpedo hit the target by luck - it would not be able to penetrate the enemy's shell and sink a Judgment warship ...

In other words, just like the poor t-26 tank facing the German King Tiger tank, even if it hits the front armor of the King Tiger, it has no chance to destroy the opponent and win.

The two sides are not at the same level at all, and the chance of the weak winning is zero! There is no possibility of one in ten thousand! The reality is so cruel!

And the only function of these destroyers is to disperse the enemy's firepower and delay time... to create opportunities for the arrival of the main fleet!

"Course 705! Go at full speed! Let No. 12682 follow us!" But the man sitting on the captain's seat seemed to have no idea of ​​what he was about to face, with his hands folded in front of his chest, and he released a message like a rainbow. Article order.