Chapter 497 Ambush Zone 2

The two fleets continued to close the distance while chasing and escaping at full speed.

Seeing the constant losses of enemy warships, it is only a matter of time before they are completely annihilated.

The entire Zerg fleet was completely disconnected from the Zerg consciousness network without even realizing it.

"襙!"

Feeling that his fleet was disconnected from the ethnic group, Wilson couldn't help but feel furious.

The enemy fleet was right ahead, and at the critical moment when the victory was within easy reach, the conventional mesh worms he carried this time were actually used up.

Without the meshworm, it acts as a mobile network cable to maintain communication with the tribe at all times.

This is not a good thing for a large farmer like him.

In so many of his territories, a large number of creeps and conventional combat units are cultivated.

If the consciousness network is disconnected for a short period of time, if you are not lucky, at most, other brainworms passing by will sneak away some creep continents and regular combat units as supplies.

But if you are disconnected for a long time, not only may your property be repossessed by the Zerg Sacred Bank, but you will also have to undergo long-term control, observation, and review after you return.

In this pioneering era, time is money.

During the long review period, he couldn't do anything. He lost his income and had to repay the loan on time. This was a bloody loss.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the consciousness network.

"Boss, the advanced communications group is ready. Do you want to use them to fill the vacancies?"

Cotton's position as first adjutant was not based on flattery.

He had already considered this situation in advance and made a response plan in advance.

After hearing Cotton's suggestion, Wilson pondered slightly, but finally pursed his lips, shook his head and rejected:

"Forget it, it's too luxurious to use advanced mesh bugs capable of long-distance delivery as network cables."

Meshworms that can be delivered quickly during wartime and have the ability to independently build a large-scale mental network are all luxury high-end models.

All are equipped with independent defense masks, independent jump engines, automatic transmission and control systems and energy self-sufficiency architecture.

The price is so high that it is even worth half of a giant void insect.

Brainworm farmers with ample cash will buy this high-end model of meshworms in small quantities to prepare for emergencies.

But unless necessary, if you can usually use it, it’s better not to use it as much as possible.

After all, this thing is extremely expensive, and its survivability is nothing compared to that of the Void Giant Worm.

Cotton, who is a brainworm and has followed Wilson for many years, is naturally well aware of his boss's stingy and frugal style.

Seeing that Wilson vetoed his proposal, Cotton reluctantly took out his backup plan again.

"Then I can only take back the diffused consciousness network and extend it in a targeted manner."

"This can also reconnect with the group, but doing so will cause the fleet's detection range to be reduced by about 20%."

Even though he said that, there was always a slight bad feeling in his heart.

"Oh, maybe it's because I've exhausted too much mental energy recently."

After Cotton scratched his head with his tentacles, he slightly changed the settings of the nutrition cabin through conscious control.

As a higher concentration of nutrients was injected into him, he suddenly felt a wave of coolness in his skull, and his spirit was suddenly shaken.

The majestic mental power continues to converge with the consciousness network he has built.

With a clear direction, it spread rapidly towards the direction of the fleet.

This kind of directional extension can greatly reduce the required mental power consumption, thereby increasing the extension distance.

Compared to Cotton, a new brainworm, Wilson, as a veteran hero brainworm, is more powerful in terms of both quality and quantity of mental power.

But now the boss is personally directing the battle, so he can only temporarily act as a network signal amplifier.

If he didn't have this awareness, Cotton wouldn't be able to get the position of first lieutenant.

As Cotton's consciousness network reconnected with the meshworms left along the way, the fleet immediately regained connection with the tribe.

Feeling that the communication with the ethnic network was restored, Welsh could not help but praise:

"Well, good job, little Cotton!"

As an experienced large-scale farmer, verbal encouragement to subordinates of the same group is a basic skill. Anyway, you don't have to pay for it, so there is no need to be stingy.

With such easy-to-use minions, why waste resources on high-end mesh bugs?

In contrast, Mena, who was on the runaway side, looked terrifyingly gloomy at this time.

"Fourth Fleet's losses continue!"

"If this continues, the fleet organization may not exist after the war."

While the fleets on both sides were chasing and escaping at full speed, he had been constantly adjusting their course.

Such a long distance in the void, viewed from a three-dimensional perspective.

Even if the course is slightly deflected, over a long distance, it is enough to miss a large number of the opponent's attacks.

How precise the course prediction is required to achieve such an efficient hit rate.

Mena frowned and moved his gaze to the increasingly bright red block area on the projection light screen.

According to the current speed of the fleet, as long as it persists for another ten minutes, it will be able to enter its preset ambush area.

Just when his mood became increasingly heavy, a vast divine voice suddenly sounded in his mind, instantly interrupting his random thoughts.

"Mena, arrange for the elites of each ship and all the fanatics to be ready to leave the fleet at any time!"

Through the thread of faith, the voice of God sounded in his mind with an unquestionable tone.

After a moment of daze, Mena still confirmed with the gods in an extremely humble manner, trembling:

"My Lord, only arrange the elites and fanatics, the others............."

Before Mena finished speaking, the divine voice came again, which contained a cold and oppressive feeling.

"My loyal people, execute my will."

"You have ten minutes to prepare. After the fleet enters the preset ambush area, there is a three-minute window period, which is enough for you to lead all the elites out."

"Don't let me down."

"Otherwise, your soul will be left in the void forever."

For fanatics like Mena, the most serious punishment is not losing their lives.

But they cannot return to the kingdom of God to reincarnate after death and continue to follow the great gods they believe in.

"Humble Mena, always follow your will!"

Mena knelt on the ground, his voice revealed firmness, and there was no hesitation.

As the divine voice completely disappeared, Mena stood up again in the panic eyes of many subordinates.

Everyone knew that the great god had just cast his gaze on the commander.

But they would not have thought that the benevolent and majestic god had just abandoned more than 95% of the believers in the fleet.

Looking up and looking around at everyone, the reluctance in Mena's eyes was fleeting.

After many years of fighting, this was the first time he faced such a situation.

But in order to gain results, sacrificing his hard-trained fleet still made Mena feel extremely sad.

But this is the will of God.

It cannot be questioned or disobeyed.

Without further delay, Mena used his own special communicator to quickly issue top-secret instructions to the commanders of each ship through an encrypted channel.

What they are going to do next, of course, cannot be announced to the rest of the people.

Otherwise, the morale of the army, which has long been unstable, will collapse immediately.

Fortunately, those who can serve as commanders of each ship are also fanatics and will not have any doubts about the will of God.

The evacuation order was quickly issued, and the captains of each ship began to secretly select elite troops according to the process, and assembled on the escape shuttle in advance to prepare for evacuation.

The shipboard personnel who were really going to be abandoned were originally at the bottom of the army.

In the warship, the series of actions of the top leaders may not be noticed until they die.