One Thousand Six Hundred and Ten Swords and Axes

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" a sharp siren sounded on the battleship, one after another sailors wearing astronaut equipment ran nervously in the long, slightly crowded aisle.

From time to time a sailor, donning his combat uniform, joined these running companions.

At the same time, many people left the team near their combat posts and entered their fighting cabins.

Several female clone soldiers with QR codes printed on their foreheads were helping the pilots put on their equipment. They will carefully check every detail and follow the process completely without missing anything.

The pilot's equipment consists of a sensory helmet connected to the brain and a tight-fitting space suit that stores oxygen on the back. A vital sign recorder will be installed on each pilot's wrist and heart to provide real feedback on the pilot's vital status.

As long as the pilot's life state continues, the spacesuit will continue to send lights and survival signals of various frequency bands to space.

After fastening the last fastening button, all the female clone ground crew stood in a row and saluted the pilot in front of them: "Long live the Empire!"

"Long live the Empire!" Holding his helmet, the pilot returned a military salute, then was surrounded by the takeoff ground crew responsible for sending them into Zaku, and walked towards his Zaku.

Not far away, an old ground crew was waving his hands, reminding his apprentices to be careful of the ejection mounts on the sides of Zaku's feet.

The function of these mounting devices is self-evident, and they are used to eject these Zakus. They would be hung from an electromagnetic catapult, held in place by a disposable riveted reinforcement.

The moment they were accelerated to the extreme and flew away from the aircraft carrier. These reinforcement devices will all be broken, and will not be thrown into the universe with Zaku, but will remain on the catapult.

While shouting, he directed his apprentices to fix these devices: "Electromagnetic catapults are hung on both feet! Yes, the riveted structure is reinforced! Don't stand still, cooperate with the driver to check the propellant filling!"

Accompanied by his command, these ground crews, who had been trained countless times long ago, smoothly installed the fixed components one by one to Zaku's feet.

"Push up the failure detection equipment! Check the leaks for all the Zakus who will be dispatched later, pressure! Pay attention to the pressure!" Another ground crew pulled the pipe and connected the pressure testing device to a Zaku on the back of the legs. On a port with an armored cover, he glanced at the pressure gauge and shouted loudly.

Beside him, a group of ground crews in spacesuits are working hard to connect some other equipment to a Zaku who is being debugged.

These sophisticated big guys need to do a lot of preparation work before they are dispatched, even more than small fighter jets.

But because they are also more powerful, everyone is willing to waste time on such boring inspections.

The crane is hoisting an energy rocket launcher onto the shoulder of Zaku who is about to set off. This thing is very bulky, and it is usually stored on the other side of the hangar.

It can also be seen that some other staff members in spacesuits walked around the somewhat messy ground, checking whether every charging line that was once connected to Zaku's equipment was closed safely.

Beside them, there are some ground crews with weapons and equipment looking up, looking at the tall Zaku, and asking loudly in the communication channel: "Is the weapon mounting completed? The physical insurance of the ammunition is released! Check again , don't make trouble!"

Accompanied by his voice, the seeker safety devices on the missile were disengaged, and some insurances were also opened. The moment the image-guided missile camera was powered on, it swayed flexibly like a human's eyes, and turned around. Return to the straight ahead position.

These decoy missiles are designed to distract the enemy's short-range anti-aircraft weapons when attacking. Each Zaku carries a total of 30 of these missiles on its legs, shoulders and back,

It can also take into account some close-range combat capabilities.

However, everyone knows that the real deadly weapon of these Zaku is the shoulder-mounted energy cannon. And the particle ray gun in his hand.

And of course a Faith-like lightsaber! A weapon that makes Chris feel extremely embarrassed by himself. Yes, he is the only one in the world who is embarrassed by this weapon, because he is the only one who insists that Zaku's weapon should be an axe.

Except for him, everyone else felt that the lightsaber was more handsome and more in line with Zaku's temperament, so the lightsaber became Zaku's weapon.

Although Chris has the ability to force Zaku to use weapons, from a practical point of view, lightsabers are indeed more suitable, so Chris has to hold his nose for actual combat.

After all, this thing has borrowed the technology of the Heavenly Sword Sect from the beginning of research and development, and more or less needs to take care of the emotions of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Jiuyou Sect.

You can't use other people's technology to forcibly develop an axe, right? That was a really shocking change.

Moreover, for the entire Alan Hill Empire, the lightsaber is also a better choice. Because of the same technology, the feelings of the powered mechs and grenadiers must also be taken into account, right?

Therefore, compared to feelings and obsessions, Chris still prefers lightsabers. As for Zaku's axe, it can only be kept alive in His Majesty's memory.

At this time, the ground crew has already begun the final inspection nervously, and a non-commissioned officer shouted loudly in the cabin: "Last inspection! The computer-aided defense system checks whether the energy reserve is full! Don't go wrong!"

The ground crew in spacesuits nervously inspected Zaku who had been fixed on the catapult. They waved the light sticks in their hands and directed the follow-up Zaku to enter the waiting area.

Near the cockpit on the open Zaku's chest, the ground crew connected the pilots with induction lines and helped them enter the airframe.

On the other side, the ground crew, who watched these pilots enter the airframe, was already reminding their companions loudly: "The second group of pilots entered the Zaku cockpit and the first group is ready to eject!"

"Long live the Empire of Alan Hill!" Oranke, who was already sitting in Zagune, was ready, and took a last look at the ground crew on both sides of him, and shouted loudly in the communication channel.

Accompanied by his shout, the electromagnetic catapult under his feet was activated, and the Zaku he was in immediately rushed forward at full speed.

In an instant, the overload exceeded 12, which is already beyond the limit that normal people can bear. However, who made Oakland a genetically modified super pilot!

The astronauts who got out of the runway also used the most solemn military salute at this time to bid farewell to Oakland, who was rushing into the universe. On the communication channel, Oranke also heard the call of the dispatcher in the control tower: "Return safely! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Olanke, Zaku is dispatched!" The moment he flew out of the spaceship, Oranke saw the starry sky he was familiar with, and saw the endless fleet like a vast ocean.

At the same time, on another Zaku aircraft carrier, the super ace pilot Ilan Raymond also flew out of the cabin: "Ilan, Zaku is dispatched!"

After more and more Zaku flew out of the cabin, these Zaku troops began to form in space.

During the formation process, the entire communication channel became lively: "The communication test has begun! The channel is unblocked! The quantum communication equipment is operating normally!"

The passwords of the test communication channel were one after another. After more and more people used the channel, although the channel was slightly chaotic, there was no delay or lag.

The communication system of the entire battlefield is actually a very complicated whole structure. It is not that thousands or even tens of thousands of people use one channel.

Each Zaku alliance has its own independent channel, and all Zakus of each aircraft carrier battleship also have a communication channel, and there is also a common channel between them and the aircraft carrier command and dispatch.

It is actually a very huge project to realize that so many people use so many channels at the same time without interfering with each other.

Even measured by the current technology of the Alan Hill Empire, it is actually a very cutting-edge technology level.

The profile lights behind Zaku flickered and began to gradually move away from his own fleet. These small weapons were moving rapidly towards the enemy fleet.

These Zaku gradually formed a dense formation along the trajectory of the ejection, and the red painting made it easier for them to blend into the darkness of the universe.

At the same time, there are backup devices for battlefield communications flying towards the Guardian fleet. These devices fly at a relatively slow speed. After the battle breaks out, they need to strengthen the communication signal in the chaos to supplement the communication strength.

On the bridge of the battleship, an officer reported the status of these devices to the captain of the aircraft carrier: "Report! The battlefield communication switching equipment has been fired into the battle area 20 minutes in advance, and it is expected to arrive at the battlefield at the same time as Zaku!"

"Backup comms working! Channel cleared!" another officer reported at the same time.

"The cover bombardment will start five, four, three, two, one after ten seconds! It's started!" Almost at the same time, the officer in charge of contacting other fleet formations shouted loudly.

Accompanied by his shout, the more distant battleships pulled apart, and the charged main guns began to roar: "Boom!"

Rays of light pierced the dark starry sky one after another. Seen from the side, these lines were almost impenetrable, like a huge beam of light.

Looking at the scene outside the porthole, an aircraft carrier ground crew who saw such a scene for the first time widened his eyes and subconsciously exclaimed: "It's so spectacular!"

"That's right, with such a spectacular shelling, the enemy doesn't even seem to have collapsed at all," said Yoyo, another ground crew who had seen his warship sunk by his side.

"It seems that our enemy is really powerful and scary." The ground crew who participated in the fleet battle for the first time was taken aback, then looked at the invisible distance connected by the light, and said.

He knew that just over there, the enemy's fleet was equally overwhelming, with no end in sight.

While these little people in the fleet are looking at the bright starry sky, time is passing by every minute.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for what they expect to see, the variables that can affect the entire battle situation.

Another female officer sitting on the side of the captain loudly reported the position information returned by the Zaku troops on the front line: "The first batch of Zaku troops sent back signals, and they are approaching the enemy fleet! Electromagnetic interference has begun!"

The officer who was communicating with the fleet looked at the projection of the situation on the battlefield and reminded loudly: "The enemy fleet is trying to attack the defense line of our flank. The two sides are fighting fiercely in the No. 844 space domain on the flank. We should be able to see it here."

"Yes, I saw it." The first officer standing near the porthole looked at the battlefield visible to the naked eye in the distance, and said with some concern.

In his field of vision, dense black energy lines struck, intertwined with the rays of light from the Alan Hill Empire. Right in front of his eyes, a cruiser exploded, snapped, and sank.

"The battleship stationed in Yuyu 844 seems to have sunk a cruiser, right?" The adjutant turned around and talked about what he had just seen.

"This is just the beginning. Soon our warships will run out of defensive magic energy, and more warships will be sunk by then." The captain frowned and said with emotion.

"Report! Zaku's troops have crossed the central axis of both sides and they are approaching the enemy fleet." While everyone was waiting anxiously, a report made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"According to the analysis of previous combat data, the enemy will send out the Killer carrier-based aircraft to intercept our carrier-based aircraft within 20 minutes." About 20 minutes later, a lady officer gave an answer to the enemy's carrier-based aircraft. Time Prediction of Aircraft Encounters.

"Where is the location of the second batch of follow-up strike fleet?" the captain asked.

"The fighter jet formation has just crossed the central axis." The officer in charge of liaison answered the captain's question loudly.

"A communication relay has been destroyed! The enemy fleet's carrier-based aircraft has started to move!" Not far away, an officer frowned and reported the loss just now.

A few seconds later, the shout of an officer in charge of dispatch broke the short-lived calm in the bridge: "Zaku's troops have encountered the enemy! Encountered the enemy! The battle between the two sides has begun!"

In front of Oranke, densely packed Slayer carrier-based planes were rushing towards him, and behind him, Zaku, who was obviously inferior in number to his opponent, also began to disperse his formation in an instant.

"Fight! Fight!" Oranke, who passed by a Slayer carrier-based aircraft, ordered Zaku loudly while controlling Zaku to avoid the attacking black energy group.

While ordering, he aimed at a target ahead, raised the particle ray gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger on the weapon.

"Chirp!" A bright ray flew out, piercing through the Slayer in front, and then pierced through the Slayer behind without any loss of power.