Chapter 388: Battle of Logia (3)
Now that the battle has progressed to this point, he can also see that the opponent not only has goods in his crotch, but also has a gun and a stick in his waist, which is not a good thing.
In terms of defense, there is an Ipsilon shield, and in terms of speed, there are high-burst auxiliary propellers. Since the defense and speed equipment of the battleship have been modified. In terms of weapons, how could there be no change?
"You said how insidious that guy named Tang Fang is! How despicable! At the time when he was fighting with the pirates in full swing, he didn't use the main cannon, but hid it. Let's use it to kill people!"
"Why are you still standing there, get out of here." After Abdul gave the order, he suddenly felt a little regretful when he saw the driving crew hurriedly controlling the steering of the auxiliary thrusters. Isn't it a bit of a fuss? The "Soul Breaker" and the Morning Star gathered more than ten kilometers away, and there were several small ships blocking it in front of them. No matter how big or powerful the opponent's shells were, it was impossible to hurt the "Soul Breaker".
Such thoughts only stayed in his mind for a few breaths before he was shocked by a sudden scene.
The main gun of the Morning Star did not fire large-mass projectiles in the form of electromagnetic propulsion like the main guns of conventional battleships and cruisers. The slurry is like a bursting ground fire, extruded from the main cannon, and then passed through the coil matrix section by section, and finally turned into a torrent of particles nearly 2 meters thick, like thunder bathing in fire, shot by the "Aurora" gap out.
This scene shocked everyone on the battlefield, combatants, non-combatants, and even the crowd of onlookers at the "Lokia" starport, the members of the business group who were about to leave, and the staff of the battleship dock.
They stared blankly at the picture in front of them. The torrent of particles was like a ray of dawn piercing through the night, directly piercing a squirrel-class anti-terrorism assault boat that was standing in front of the Morning Star. The plasma instantly melted the outer armor, and the flame wave that could evaporate the human body And high-speed particles poured into the ship. The place it passed turned into a lava hell, with violent explosions one after another, and the assault boat of more than 50 meters was engulfed in flames in a blink of an eye.
After piercing the first target. The momentum of the torrent of particles remains undiminished, after a distance of a thousand meters. Bombed on the starboard belly of a Longsword-class frigate, accompanied by a dazzling light, a series of explosions occurred inside the frigate, the huge force tore the keel, and the hull structure was broken. The frigate was like a poor man with a belly burst. Torn apart.
After destroying two targets in a row, the particle torrent is still surging. Continue to penetrate a Scimitar-class interceptor ship, two Squirrel assault boats, and scrape close to the starboard side of the Strongbow-class destroyer, and finally hit the slow-speeding "Soul Breaker" stern main thruster straight.
Violent fireballs surged, and the more than 300-meter-long hull of the "Soul Breaker" capsized to one side, the light in the portholes could not be extinguished, and the flames and smoke at the tail were like a violently erupting volcano.
Abdul hugged the iron bars in front of him tightly,
The large screen on the bridge flickered, and the equipment on the top "crackled" and sprayed electric sparks outward. And the swirling light of the siren lights, illuminating the bloodstained faces of the bridge crew.
The Soulbreaker is capsizing, and the bridge is in chaos. As the ship turned, the crew members were thrown to one side, screaming again and again.
The woman's scream rang out, and then died down after a muffled groan. The shock waves from the explosion of the hull came from the floor, and Abdul felt his heart jumping into his throat. He was nervous and scared at the same time. Regret again.
Although it is known that the propulsion system is just scrapped. The damage control program will automatically shield the rear compartment of the battleship and activate the emergency plan. It would not lead to the result of ship destruction and death, but Abdul was still terrified to death. I was so scared that I broke out in cold sweat.
What a joke, the caliber plasma cannon doesn't have such destructive power, is that still a destroyer? The defense of the fortress class, the flexibility of the fast assault boat class, and the attack power of a super battleship, these characteristics appear on a 200-meter-class destroyer, whoever tells such a thing will believe it!
He felt that he was wrong, not only made a mistake, but also very 2, compared. Isn't this "Havoc in Heaven" what is it? Isn't the attack just now Monkey King's golden cudgel? It can be big or small, long or short, in addition to the instinct to stab people, occasionally it will burst chrysanthemums. Well, like with "Soulbreaker".
Abdul felt that this was completely a space version of the Oriental myth series.
Also, before he thought that the Morning Star was to meet the terrorists who were rampant in the main port of "Luojia", in fact? That group of people was clearly showing weakness to the enemy, waiting for the government's fleet to make a move.
Why? why? He didn't understand, how could things develop to such a point?
A stream of wet liquid dripped from his cheek, Abdul touched it with his hand, and looked closer, it was blood...
After the morning star fired a shaped cannon, the nuclear reactor was overloaded and fell into a period of silence. Everyone on the bridge was also shocked. Hitting an asteroid is one thing, but hitting a battleship is another. This shot passed and directly killed the opponent's 6 large and small warships. If it weren't for the strong bow-class destroyer's quick response, it would have opened a skylight on its belly by the flow of high-temperature particles.
Howson and Churchill blushed, only looking at the concubine's concubine's appearance, if they could wear a pair of briefs.
Similarly, the fleet besieging the Morning Star was silent for a while, and then quickly dispersed like a herd of beasts being harassed by a tiger. Before that, most people thought that the Morning Star was an iron-backed turtle. Although its shell couldn't be broken, anyone could touch it and touch its thighs to have a good time.
But now? Who dares? A stick was thrown over the whole body. Master Director is the best example. A cruiser like the "Soul Breaker" can't stand a single shot. With these small boats, they will kill themselves if they get close to it.
The originally colorful and raging space battlefield is like a big screen movie where someone presses the mute button.
In the viewing area of the main port of "Lokia", some people bit their thumbs, some people twitched the corners of their mouths from time to time, and some people frowned and looked at the mobile video device, playing back the battle images just now over and over again.
At first they felt that those in the police station and security bureau were shameless, and that the whole family ganged up to bully them. Obediently bang, 100 to 1, and one by one wearing steel helmets, holding long shields, and electric batons pinned to their waists, armed from top to bottom to their feet. Tsk. Tsk... With such momentum and devotion, those who didn't know it thought they were going to snatch the corpse.
What happened?
What a beautiful wild chrysanthemum. What a beautiful wild chrysanthemum, the fragrance is beautiful and full of branches. It's dark and tight, everyone praises...
Except for the onlookers, Johnny, who suddenly had a toothache, and Ye Dan, who looked at the female director in dismay. In the conference room of the "Gulaton" military port, Dalton finally changed his unhurried expression. His raised eyebrows twitched, his temples were bulging with veins, and his breathing became short of breath.
It's all messed up, all messed up! So what is the origin of the Laoshizi Morning Star? Watching that scene just now, the hairs all over his body exploded. Originally retracted his hands and feet. The guy who was rushing forward without saying a word unexpectedly got into trouble, swishing his tail with a dragon move, turned his head and fired a cannonball.
Don't bring such a thing... It's useless for him to pretend that everyone is drunk and I am alone; picking chrysanthemums and seeing Nanshan leisurely under the eastern fence; a lonely boat and hat man, fishing alone in the cold river and snow... and other such literary and artistic styles , This Nima turned his head and gave a big mouthful, it made a sound, and it could be used as an alarm for 10 miles away.
Look at the opposite Newton? Bell. One moment, this guy had a lonely and frustrated expression of "I will illuminate the moon with my heart, but the bright moon shines on the ditch", but the next moment he changed into an honest and silly smile. The face changes so fast, it's like flipping through a book.
Of course, Dalton can also understand his thoughts. Newton? So, you can't be so explicit, can you? Okay, everyone looks up and sees down, and I have become familiar with each other in the past few years, gloating or something. It's just too unscrupulous.
Newton? Bell eyes nose, nose heart. The ass is like being welded to a chair, which is called stability. Then he picked up the teapot, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, said: "Good tea", then pecked lightly, sipping slowly, with an elegant manner, just like Dafu Jin Xiaogege entered the Compassionate Ning Palace.
"...,...,...." Dalton felt a fire in his chest, his lungs were about to explode, and he didn't speak. He gritted his teeth, stood up, picked up the military cap on the hanger, and turned around. Just go outside.
Newton Bell squinted at his back from behind: "What are you going to do?"
"Firefighting." Dalton turned his head and looked back, angrily said.
"Wait for me." Newton Bell drank the tea in his cup unhurriedly, got up and tidied up his attire, and followed Dalton out of the room.
"Didn't you make up your mind to watch the fire from the other side?"
"I didn't say that." Your Excellency the major general said slowly: "I'm just afraid that if you go, instead of putting out the fire, you will add fuel to the fire and make things worse. The life and death of those from the Alliance Investigation Bureau and the Security Bureau You can ignore it, but you can't just watch the marines die on the battlefield because of Clement's fault."
Dalton didn't say anything more, and the two walked towards the command center one after the other.
Just as the "Jakartapur" navy was fully mobilized, in the small meeting room of the main port administrative area of "Lokia", Clement stared blankly at his own fleet not far from his right hand, which was fleeing like a frightened bird.
He finally understood what was going on with Tang Fang's ridicule of 6 yuan Malatang, it was so sour...
If the Morning Star didn't make a move, this shot was a thunderous blow. 100 warships surrounded a destroyer of the opponent, and after a touch, they were kicked and kicked half a dozen times. Morale was greatly reduced by that bombardment.
The crowd was still excited just now, wishing to go up and step on it more, and beat up the tortoise on the shore. Looking at it now, like the grandson who fled, thanks to the fact that the Morning Star is a battleship, if this is a person, he will definitely be in the role of glaring at who is pregnant and touching who is tall.
Of course, compared to the 4b youths like Howson, the star port chief executive like Dalton has a much higher level of education. The former is just a soldier in the market, and what he says is more or less kitsch.
For example, now that the core of the nuclear reactor of the Morning Star has been replaced and reloaded, the ram can't wait to roll up his sleeves, pointing to the enemy ships fleeing on the radar screen and shouting: "Look at the master Howson! Give you a brace twice."
The temperature index of the reaction furnace rose steadily, and the high-energy particles once again converged into a torrent. Under the constraint of the rectangular coil array, they pierced the night sky instantly like a thunder dragon.
Three chain flashes exploded in the air one after another, a Strongbow-class destroyer caught fire, and two Longsword-class frigates exploded and disintegrated.
In the blink of an eye, three more warships crashed into the sand. This scene directly disintegrated the fighting spirit of the United Fleet. Norris huddled in a corner of the "Sword of Judgment" bridge, tremblingly watching the Strongbow-class destroyer engulfed in flames on the big screen.
If it weren't for his quick eyesight and quick speech, he ordered the pilot crew to evade with full rudder at the moment the Morning Star turned. I'm afraid that the "Sword of Judgment" has been pierced through candied haws at this moment.
So far, this battle has been lost. The opponent's shell is so hard that one's own battleship hits him without pain or itching. Looking at the Morning Star, you can at least hear three sounds when you turn your head and shake your vagina.
Looking back at the "Soul Breaker" that had lost its power and rolled all the way farther and farther, Nuolisi really wanted to slap himself, who would have thought? Who would have thought? The dignified Logia Alliance Investigation Bureau and Security Bureau would kick such a piece of iron.
It reminded him of an old movie "Transformers 4". At any rate, those secret agents are also showing off their power, and they are awesome for a while, but they are good, they don't even have a chance to draw hatred, and they are shot down by others, aggrieved, so aggrieved!
On the right monitor, "Soulbreaker" is still far away, no one would be foolish to meet them at this time, so. Their merry-go-round sits until the battle is over.
The battle is over? Nuolisi looked at the morning star in the center of the battlefield, and the enemy had already been forged. It is already a situation of endless death, unless Clement comes out to give in to others, there may be a glimmer of life, but... is it possible? It is unknown where the chief executive fled to.
Norris stubbornly believed that Clement and Fukui Junichi had already seen the situation was not good, and slipped away with oil on the soles of their feet, but he did not know that the latter had knocked on the door of hell 20 minutes ago and went to find Miss Meng's ons.
As for His Excellency the Chief Executive, he was sitting slumped in the small meeting room at the main port of "Luogia", looking palely at the young man on the beach chair in front of him.
certainly. His face was smeared with Fukui Junichi's blood, the word "pale". Mostly symbolic.
Tang Fang had already drank one-third of the half bottle of brandy on the small round table, and his originally stretched brows suddenly frowned. Immediately afterwards, in the virtual space extended by the spiritual realm system, streaks of light suddenly flashed on the periphery of the battlefield.
Longsword-class frigates, Scimitar-class interceptors, Strongbow-class destroyers, Tomahawk-class cruisers, Heavy Crossbow-class assault ships, King Kong-class battleships... and even the flagship of the "Jakartapur" navy, the "Dawn Goddess" also appeared on the periphery of the battlefield.
A total of 600 Covenant warships surrounded the Morningstar.
Clement smiled, coupled with his bloody face and cold gaze, it was like walking out of a cellar step by step, the moonlight drawing shadows from the window lattice on his left cheek.
The "Jakartapur" navy finally couldn't sit still, even though Dalton disagreed with his plan and complained about it. However, things have developed to such a point that the navy will inevitably be involved in this whirlpool of war.
Clement had seen through the future long ago and guessed such a result. He was sure of one thing, the young man on the beach chair was very smart, not only smart, but also very capable, and he did things cleanly. Just like killing Fukui Junichi before, it was to give him a blow and disturb his mind.
The young man must also know that things will eventually develop to this point, and keeping him is precisely to blackmail the "Jakartapur" navy in exchange for a way out.
Mess up "Lokia", kill Fukui Junichi, defeat the warship clusters of the Alliance Investigation Bureau and the Security Bureau, hold the Star Port Chief Executive as hostage, and leave "Jakartapur" in front of the navy fleet.
This is tantamount to a slap in the face of the Star Alliance, and he is happy to avenge his vengeance, not to mention revenge, and it makes the government and the navy lose a big face in front of the people, and even take him to death.
Look at this hand, step by step, interlocking. The thoughtful and sophisticated methods are simply staggering. Is he really just a 24 or 5-year-old young man?
Because of the above considerations, Clement was afraid, but he didn't think his life was in danger.
However, it never occurred to him that all of the above was just his own cleverness, and he judged others by himself. When a faint blue lightsaber pierced his chest and the faint flame illuminated half of his face, his eyes were full of doubt and unwillingness: "Why...why?"
Tang Fang smiled shyly: "Is the movie good? Well, I don't want to say it's bad, anyway, I think the filming is good. But, I won't show you the ending, I won't show you the ending, I'm sick of you, sir!" "
Clement was stunned, he had calculated thousands of times, and never expected such a result, this kid didn't play cards according to common sense at all. Like him, dying so aggrieved, I'm afraid he can be called the only one in the world, unparalleled in the world.
"For... why did you kill me?" Holding his last breath, he asked again.
Tang Fang frowned: "Are you annoying..." As he spoke, he slowly drew out the Nether Energy Blade.
Your Excellency the Chief Executive didn't even think about it until he died. Why did that shrewd monkey-like yellow-faced boy kill him with a knife? Does he not want to live?
In fact, Clement really thinks highly of Tang Fang's city mansion. He is a little clever, but most of the time he is quick-witted. He is not like an old fox who has been in the political arena for many years when he thinks about things. Think about it like playing chess, and then make a move when you feel it is appropriate. (to be continued)
ps: I saw some book friends asking why the Jiageng at the end of January was gone. There were too many things at the end of the year. Yesterday I stayed up until 2 o'clock in the morning to rush out a chapter. It is said that when I finished reading the book review, I was disgusted by a Yuejing post It's not light.
In February, there will be two consecutive outbreaks at the end of February.