Chapter 38, Chapter 38

Ye Wenlin's bombardment was simple and crude, but very effective.

Under the fierce fire of Trojan No. 1's conscience, even the missile network was as vulnerable as fragile, leaving behind sad fragments softly.

The forward fleet was so fierce that it drove out nearly ten range units in one breath, and it forced a bloody path for the main force behind it.

Among the reporters who were under house arrest, all the people who were complaining or being relieved looked straight together. A photographer knew that his video would definitely be confiscated, but he couldn't help but take a few photos of the battle situation on the big screen tremblingly.

Someone else was so excited that he almost couldn't say anything, and he sighed tremblingly: "Sharp knife! This is a sharp knife!"

However, just as the admiration of countless people on the warship continued to heat up, the forward Sharp Knife Captain Ye Wenlin suddenly stopped this almost unfavorable charge.

Zhang Liping's loud voice immediately shouted at him in the communicator: "Captain Ye, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Wenlin pressed and held the communication system and replied in imitating Zhang Liping's accent: "Big brother, I have to ask the superior for instructions on these four things."

Yang Ning, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, immediately replied: "The General Staff Office of the Second Department received it."

Ye Wenlin didn't expect that the unscrupulous sentence was heard just now. He immediately touched his nose a little embarrassedly, coughed dryly, and returned to normal: "Colonel, should I report to you or to our chief?"

Yang Ning paused, as if he had looked through something, and after a moment he replied: "General Zhao is currently on the Chinese ship of the Earth Alliance. If there are any requests for Trojan No. 1 and its entourage fleet, I will be responsible for coordinating and conveying it."

Ye Wenlin stopped talking nonsense. He raised his head and looked straight ahead through the sixteen-inch screen: "There are two things I feel abnormal now - first, based on my experience of observing enemy warships at close range, there are many heavyweight giant ships of Trojan No. 1 in the opponent's team. Even if there are differences in attack levels between the two sides due to technological factors, it is impossible to be so much different. Their firepower cannot be so weak. Second, if I were the head coach of the enemy, it would be impossible for us to push firepower like this. Don't forget that the initiative was always in the hands of the opponent before the attack, and don't forget the electromagnetic cannon that directly crossed the fortress. I don't believe that they will only fire this small missile like a glass ball."

"Your judgment makes sense. The enemy's electromagnetic interference and informatics have obvious advantages. According to the reaction of our front detective ship, the enemy can reversely pursue our contact signals, and thus lock the position of the detective ship," Yang Ning said in a deep voice, "at about sixty times the range unit."

"The electromagnetic cannon that directly hits the surface of the earth uses special diffraction principle, which does not require high accuracy, but signal tracking is not the case," Ye Wenlin thought for a while, "If it is assumed that the sixty-fold range unit is the precise attack range of the opponent's electromagnetic weapon, then before the solar storm explodes, introducing our main force into its attack range may be the enemy's first target, so they will take the scheming to actively attack Trojan No. 1."

"I basically agree," said Yang Ning, "please ask the striker to stand by on the spot, I ask the leader - but I'm afraid..."

His voice paused subtly, and his voice softened: "The offensive order will not change."

Ye Wenlin pulled the corners of his mouth lazily and self-deprecatingly.

"Yes," said the genius who has been well-versed in history and history, thinking to himself, "War is not hunting, it is always a manifestation of politics."

Facts have proved that Yang Ning always lives in the General Staff Department and is the head of the think tank of the Second Department, and his sense of smell is indeed keen.

He was accustomed to pretending, and of course he was accustomed to guess the thoughts of all people who were also pretending. The suggestion and request for "the striker is on standby and attack with caution" was indeed as expected and was not passed.

...Even though Yang Ning had done his duty and responsibilities, he explained his reasons and Ye Wenlin in detail.

"There is no way." His superior, Lieutenant General Chen Zhong, said this, "The Earth Alliance is not only our country, with a complex system. The current situation is that it affects the whole body. No single country or the Intercontinental Alliance can stop it. Your judgments are just speculation and reasoning, and there is no real basis. Which general of which country dares to listen to the personal judgment of the two subordinates and orders to retreat and miss the opportunity to fight? Xiao Yang, now people all over the world are paying attention to us, and the pro-war faction has just unified public opinion, but he has not yet stood firm."

"No matter how correct you are, it is unreasonable at the moment." Lieutenant General Chen Zhong made this conclusion to Yang Ning's report with a firm determination.

Yang Ning didn't say anything and directly forwarded Chen Zhong's original words to Ye Wenlin in voice.

After hearing this, Ye Wenlin smiled bitterly, stretched his waist wide, dragged his long tone and said to the communicator: "Okay, cannon fodders, it's time for you to charge!"

He did not avoid it, and Colonel Yang heard it, of course, but he did not reply, but just calmly ended the call. This was beyond his authority. Yang Ning had reached this point and understood the principle of "don't make a futile effort."

He connected with the technical experts of the army: "How is the anti-communication tracking plan?"

The technical expert department immediately replied: "The imitation diffuse reflection system has been built, and communication will be resumed after thirty seconds, and the probability of immunizing the other party's tracking is as high as 79%!"

79%...not high, but it's enough on the front line.

Yang Ning leaned back gently, waiting for all the signal lights to light up again.

Thirty seconds later, Yang Ning swept across the space map and his face suddenly sank - Twelve of twenty detective ships were shot down... The casualties were a bit heavy.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on the No. 4 detective ship. The highlights representing No. 4 had quietly dimmed. At that moment, Yang Ning couldn't tell why, and his heart was full of regret.

However, at this moment, he accidentally scanned the internal implantable communicator signal of the General Staff, but suddenly found that Fu Luo's signal was still there!

But it was strange that Fu Luo and the General Staff were unable to connect, and for some reason, she was not included in the call range of the "imitation diffuse reflection reverse tracking system".

In other words, if a connection is established through this line, the enemy will still lock in Fu Luo immediately.

It's so bizarre... Why are things related to her always so bizarre?

Yang Ning held back and didn't move, and gently tapped the table with his fingers: "Where did she go?"

Fu Luo, who had experienced bizarrely, came out of the maintenance ship.

The maintenance ship docking cabin is like an underground parking garage, no one, empty.

Fu Luo suspected that there were cameras and other surveillance equipment inside, so she did not act rashly. She carried the repair tool box and deliberately walked very slowly. She quickly used her finger to take pictures of the path she passed by, and swept across every corner quietly.

When she reached the end, Fu Luo found a locker room. She walked in and inserted the door. Sure enough, she saw two light orange cabin uniforms hanging in the locker room. They should be the two unlucky guys who were killed by her.

Fu Luo changed out of the space suit, picked a relatively fitting set, and put it outside her uniform - she didn't want to alert the snake and leave her personal belongings.

Thanks to Mr. Robin for his emergency weight loss training. Although she was forced to roll around on the yoga ball in plastic wrap, Fu Luo had enough of meaningless foreign sins, it did have miraculous effects on excessive muscles. At least at this time, her shoulders narrowed a lot and showed the difference in shoulder width between men and women, which just allowed her to wear two layers of uniforms without affecting her actions because her clothes were too tight.

Fu Luo put on his hat, fastened the single lens that he didn't know what to do, pressed the brim of the hat low, and walked out of the maintenance area.

She fooled the access control with her hands wearing imitation fingerprint gloves and her eyes with fake iris information lenses and officially walked into the interior of the ship.

Fu Luo breathed a sigh of relief - it seemed that his galaxy warship was no more advanced than the access control system where Wang Yi was in her confinement.

When he arrived in the big ship, Fu Luo met the real human in his galaxy.

She didn't dare to walk in loudly, but hid in the corner for a while and observed it.

The large ships in his galaxy are incredibly complex, divided into many layers. The bottom layer is wearing the same light orange uniform as her, probably all maintenance soldiers. From her perspective, you can see the second and third layers. The second layer is a dark orange uniform, and the third layer is a brown uniform. I don’t know what kind of troops they are.

The upward floor cannot be observed, but everyone performs their own duties. The entire ship is like a huge ant nest, using only light signals to communicate with each other, with a large number of people, but silently, it seems that it is more refined than the Earth Army's warship.

As she walked into the inside of the ship, the lenses on Fu Luo's right eye began to update the information, and soon, rows of rolling notes were displayed.

The development process of his galaxy was special. In the early days of his escape, humans from all countries had to be integrated into one, so the languages ​​and characters evolved had the shadow of various languages.

This mixed language system really took Fu Luo a lot of effort.

In the top scroll note, sandwiched in a bunch of languages ​​that she was half-baked, Fu Luoxian saw the words "repair" in English.

And behind this word, it turns out to be a "Zhong" written in Chinese.

There are only two words used in Chinese on the entire big screen, one is "zhong" and the other is "wait".

It is simplified Chinese, not the kind written by traditional Chinese or Japanese. It means it is easy to guess. Perhaps the maintenance tasks that have been completed will automatically roll off the screen, while "wait" refers to the task to be collected, while "middle" means maintenance.

Fu Luo's eyes fell on the only task to be repaired, trying to figure out what was to be repaired, but then she found sadly that she could basically not understand anything except "waiting" and "maintenance".

But the corner mark of that task bar is black.

There are colorful corner markers behind each maintenance task, which may represent different floors - this is almost a feature of his galaxy ship. Different types of troops are distinguished by different colors of uniforms, one is brighter than the other. At first glance, it can almost be compared with the crazy Spring Festival Gala on Earth.

Only that piece of solemn black is particularly eye-catching.

Fu Luo hesitated for a moment and did not respond. She guessed that "black" might represent a very special department. She now takes stealing the ship and returning to the Earth Fortress as her first priority. She also carries a chip with important information on her body, and does not want to take risks and touch these obviously not simple things.

However, human calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Just when she was walking around, a high-level man came down and a man in a green uniform suddenly walked out of the straight ladder. The unlucky Fu Luo happened to pass the straight ladder. Before she could slip, the other party had already waved to her.

A message light came immediately. Fu Luo knew that if he avoided it, it would only arouse suspicion, so he had to receive it. The light message instantly arrived in her brain, and the other party was saying: "Come on."

Fu Luo didn't say anything, lowered his head and followed obediently. Then, she saw that the man had done some operation, and the message "to be repaired" on her right glasses immediately showed as "repairing".

Oh, this is the "black" maintenance task that she avoided.

While walking, Fu Luo secretly paid attention to the path around him and began to think about ways to escape. She now has a newly supplemented oxygen capsule, and the other party is illuminating herself and secretly. The only problem is that she does not know how the enemy's large ship operates.

The people here are not ordinary people who are easy to fool, they are all cunning enemy troops in his galaxy.

The green uniform leading the way was a man, tall and thin, and didn't say much, but he looked arrogant. He led Fu Luo all the way to a warehouse and sent her a second light signal: "The cooling system is broken."

Then, the man waited aside, like a contractor.

The development of human civilization on Earth has reached this stage. In addition to the highly hierarchical military, human rights have risen to a very sensitive level in other areas of society. If it were not for the special period of war, the reporters on Ye Wenlin's entourage on the ship could have sued the military for unconstitutionality.

But his galaxy is different. His galaxy environment is harsh and it is a space haven built at the cost of blood. Their first priority is always to survive and their requirements for high efficiency are almost abnormal.

After so long of Ye Wenlin's influence, Fu Luo understood after thinking about it for a moment that a straight top-down dominance structure is inevitable in such a place. In his large ecosystem of galaxy warships, I'm afraid the maintenance soldier she pretended to be was the bottom of the food chain.

Fu Luo knew that he could not help this person away, so he had to hold the tool box slowly and walk forward with a tough bullet. Yu Guang calculated the distance between him and the other party.

Can one blow kill him? The pistol can no longer be used, the sound in the cabin can spread, so the laser knife?

For the sake of caution, the laser knife can only chop it according to the head.

In a special extreme environment, people's growth and transformation are amazing. In a blink of an eye, Fu Luo seemed to have changed from a rookie with a trembling killer to an executioner with a calm face.

Thanks to her experience in repairing various robots, Fu Luo's movement of lifting the cooling system shell was very professional. The other party seemed to notice nothing. After observing her for a moment, he began to do nothing.

Fu Luo glanced in. The complex cooling system made her a little dizzy on the spot. After all, she was not a real engineer and repairing a simple home robot was already the limit.

Fu Luo thought regretfully: "If this is the case, then he will have to kill him."

Just as she was touching her waist with one hand and was about to pull out the convenient laser knife, she suddenly found that the interface of her right lens had changed, and the lens seemed to automatically start scanning the cooling system in front of her.

Fu Luo was stunned. The next moment, a bunch of numbers quickly passed through the lens and finally stopped on a picture. She carefully opened the intricate pipeline along the position guided by the lens, and indeed saw a heat pipe leaking.

This...this is OK too!
Chapter completed!