1675 The Fleet Hastily Arrived

In the rear, on the interstellar route from the Higgs 1 planet to the Higgs 3 planet, the seemingly incomparably huge 2nd Fleet of the Royal Guards of Ireland is marching forward mightily.

Inside the bridge, the elf general Mirion took over from Andrea to command the fleet.

He was worried at this moment, and complained to his adjutant: "If we do this, our fleet will only become a one-time consumable when it joins the battle."

"There is no way, there are too many debris on the battlefield, the coordinates are not accurate, and there is a risk of warship jumping." The adjutant was also very embarrassed, so he could only explain again.

Before, because there were too many wrecks in the war zone, Chris's 1st Fleet could only jump to the side first, and then enter slowly.

The current situation is more complicated. There are more wreckage in the war zone, and it is too late to clean it up. Therefore, the reinforcement fleet can only jump to the vicinity first, then dispatch and adjust, and then sail for a period of time before entering the battlefield.

The Royal Guards 2nd Fleet, which came all the way from Higgs, is in such a situation at this moment.

Originally, they had consumed a large amount of material reserves in the previous battle, and also suffered a lot of losses. Before the outbreak of this battle, they were ordered to retreat to the planet Higgs 1 to rest.

The Elven Grand Duke who has been in charge of commanding this fleet, and the imperial concubine Andrea were ordered to return to Alan Sheris, which shows that the combat readiness of the Guards 2nd Fleet is actually very bad.

However, with the war together, there is no time left for the Second Guards Fleet to slowly recover and adjust.

Ever since, the Royal Guards 2nd Fleet, which received the order, immediately assembled its forces and set sail, returning to the battlefield.

At this time, the fleet's energy supply was only 70% complete, and the propeller fuel supply was only 50% complete.

Even some of the warships promised to be supplemented to this fleet have not yet been produced, let alone supplemented in place.

On the whole, this fleet now only has about 60% of its combat power left, and in some respects it can barely reach 50%.

Obviously, such a fleet is not suitable for appearing on the battlefield, but now that the situation is critical, they don't care about so many.

"So we can only use propellers to drive honestly... This delays our reinforcement speed." Merrion seemed a little nervous because after he took over the fleet,

Know very well the current status of the entire fleet.

He knew that the fleet was not ready yet, but after receiving the order, he could only bite the bullet and lead the fleet to arrive here.

The adjutant continued to smile wryly: "No one thought that the wreckage on the battlefield would make our transition so difficult. This is really too much. According to calculations, the wreckage floating nearby is about the same as that of more than 14,000 warships. In other words, at least 14,000 warships were sunk nearby."

This officer who has been serving in the 2nd Guards Fleet has no QR code on his forehead and is a real human being. He added: "There is no way. There was a warship that took a risk before and it just hit the wreckage, so this Such reckless behavior is prohibited."

"However, in this way. When we advance to the front line, almost part of the stored fuel will be consumed." Merrion is also worried about the safety of the fleet. He is worried that such a lack of supplies will cause the entire fleet to be trapped in a later battle. into danger.

He sighed, and then explained to himself: "It's still the same sentence, there is no way, now we can only grit our teeth and persevere! How far are we from the front line?"

The adjutant glanced at the data, and replied to McRaen: "About 40 million kilometers, it is expected to arrive in 15 minutes."

Then, he looked at the tragic scene outside the porthole, and asked in a low voice, "Did you see the maintenance space station on the flank?"

Mai Ruien also looked at the maintenance space stations on the flanks irritably, and said in a worried tone: "I'm not blind... It seems that the front line is really brutal."

On the side of the space station, countless wounded battleships are waiting for repairs, some are hovering on the side of the space station, and some have already approached the maintenance dock.

On the warships of the Royal Guards 2nd Fleet who came all the way from the Higgs 1 planet, the crew members became nervous when they saw the distressed friendly warships.

Those battleships are full of scars, some are the scars of being hit and penetrated, and some are holes left after the explosion.

In short, these warships will not be able to return to the battlefield in a short period of time, because those warships that can return to the battlefield in a short period of time have already continued to fight on the battlefield at this moment.

Through the thick glass portholes, the officers and soldiers of the Royal Guards 2nd Fleet even saw their own warships that were shattered like ghostly will-o'-the-wisps, barely flying back in groups.

These battleships are seriously injured warships that can no longer be repaired at the front-line maintenance space station. They can only return to the regular maintenance star ring farther away to re-repair or directly disassemble.

Just by seeing these battleships, one can easily understand the brutality of the battle on the front line.

An officer who saw this scene in the interior cabin of the ship said with emotion: "It's too miserable... Have you seen that battleship? There are scars everywhere on the entire side of the ship, and even the hull number can't be clearly seen."

"I see. Have you seen the battleship behind? The entire bridge was blown up...the captain may have been killed." Another non-commissioned officer wearing the same spacesuit and holding his helmet nodded. , asked back.

"Huh! It's terrible." There was no answer, and the officer who was staring at the damaged warship outside the porthole just continued to sigh with emotion.

Because he saw with his own eyes that when a warship was docked there waiting for maintenance, a small-scale explosion occurred, and a cabin was blown into the universe, turning into fine pieces of space junk.

The non-commissioned officer beside him was still in shock, nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, just looking at these warships makes my hairs stand on end."

"Level 2 combat readiness! You two! Hurry up and report to your respective posts!" Behind them, an officer wearing a helmet passed by and sternly reprimanded.

"Level 2 combat readiness?" The two were taken aback for a moment, then looked at the indicator light on the wall, and hurried to their respective combat positions.

Obviously, the scenes outside the window just now were so shocking that neither of them noticed. Before they knew it, the fleet had upgraded its combat readiness.