-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Sci-fi -> fake hero Chapter 647 Melee
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- You can search for "Fake Heroes" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!
"Woo"
A shrill alarm sounded in the airport. Numerous Le Lei soldiers rushed out of the barracks, or ran forward, or jumped on the rail car, and rushed to the dock where the warship was moored amidst the officer's password and repeated broadcasting.
On the pier, there was a lot of hustle and bustle. The white light illuminates the huge closed space clearly. The red light of the warning light kept turning in circles, sweeping across the battleship. Countless transshipment robotic arms, like Avalokitesvara, frantically transported material containers onto the battleship one by one. Soldiers poured in from every channel like a tide. The sound of footsteps and shouts rang out.
As the heavy steel hatches closed tightly in the contraction of the hydraulic arm, one after another, the warships floated backwards, turned, and broke away from the huge magnetic tractor, speeding through the white space outside the berth. The air isolation curtain, sailed out of the fully opened transparent lock, rushed into space, and rushed to the assembly airspace.
In less than 20 minutes, more than 100 warships in the airport had all been lifted into the air. Looking up, as the battleship went away, the blue ion light tail flickered in the dark universe, like fireflies in the dark night.
On the pier, there is only an empty piece left.
?The automatic magnetic tractor slowly shrinks to the side of the berth. Make a bang sound. This voice, in this empty space, is so clear and lonely.
The ground crew was not busy driving the work armor to conduct routine inspections of the dock. They just stood there in a daze, watching the battleship go away, until the spots of blue light became as small as the tip of a needle and disappeared into the black universe bit by bit.
A veteran squatted on the ground covering his face.
A few empty railcars, port transport forklifts, and a loading mech parked beside him in a haphazard manner. On the empty berth in front of him, automatic robotic arms were still in a messy posture of conveying or grabbing. The huge noise from the air isolation curtain shrouded the entire pier in an atmosphere of despair.
What kind of warships were those that lifted off?
The hull is full of scars, the paintwork is dilapidated, and it squeaks as if it is about to fall apart when it is started. Many warships even have large holes that have been penetrated, and the most basic repairs have not been completed.
This is the current main force of the Lerey Federation Fleet Among them, the proportion of new warships is less than ten percent, and most of them are old warships from the original local fleet. There are even quite a few, which were refitted from large civilian ships just now. It's not so much Le Lei's regular fleet, it's better to say it's a group of beggars!
However, it was these warships that blocked the jump point of the Newton galaxy for a whole year, repelled the attack of the West York fleet time and time again, and defended the last land of the Lelei Federation.
Sacrifice, in this land, is no longer a shocking word. It has become a part of life. As long as you look around the airport where thousands of warships could be parked, and walk around the vast and empty camp, you will know the meaning of sacrifice.
However, how much blood can be shed in this country?
After this lift-off, how many battleships are left that can return to this airport?
Looking at the empty berth, no one knew the answer, and no one dared to think about it.
¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª
"How many warships can we leave the factory within twenty days?"
Flavio stood on the tall tower of the shipyard, staring at the dock not far away. In the brightly lit dock, countless workers are busy working on the hull of a battleship like ants. Speaking of the hull, in fact, it now looks like a steel shell that has just taken shape.
Hearing Flavio's question, the logistics officer accompanying the visit hurriedly said: "Now we have forty shipyards still in operation, and eight ships can be delivered. However, to form a combat force "
"There isn't one, is it?" Flavio smiled wryly, and the deep wrinkles on his forehead and the corners of his eyes seemed to get deeper. "The fleet is waiting to replenish the ships, as long as they can go into the air. At this time, it doesn't matter." Can it form a fighting force?"
With that said, he turned and walked down the tower. A group of officers and officials followed behind him, looking at each other silently.
"Sober, you really think highly of us."
Sitting on the flying car, Flavio's tall and straight body suddenly bent down. He took the medicine handed over by the confidential secretary, stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it with water, sighed long, and turned his gaze to the brightly lit shipyard. The flying car started, and the lights were quickly thrown into the distance. Gradually become a messIt is a fact that they did not have their names in the second surge.
"That's right, what kind of a hero is hiding in the den."
"I'm afraid no matter how hard you blow it, once you pull it on the battlefield, you will be exposed."
"Even if it is pulled up, it will be of no use. There are only two divisions, and it is not enough for the people of Jeppen to chew!"
Seeing that the officers of the pro-bandit army were dumbfounded, there was a burst of cynicism for a while.
It is already well known that the front line is tight. Don't look at everyone drinking and chatting here, it seems to be leisurely. In fact, among the hundreds of military officers from various countries in this bar, who is not worried about the situation of Resk?
Seeing that they are about to go to the front line and go into battle, but everyone knows that the strength of the third phase of the increase is far from enough for the Resk battle. It is not that the Fibonacci cannot afford more troops, but it will take time. Does Cosy give time to Fimo?
During this time, everyone was staring at the bandits.
Sitting in this corner are all countries that have a good relationship with the bandit army. Even in their own troops, everyone has heard rumors that they are planning to establish a new military alliance with the bandit army.
But after all, these are only a few countries in the southeast star field, only a small number.
Most of the more than 20 allied troops stationed in the base just watched the bandits with cold eyes, and some were even not so friendly. When chatting on weekdays, they just sneered unabashedly.
There are vitriolic rumors that the reason why the bandit army is not on the list of additional troops is because the Fimeng Command has no affiliation with them at all. We are "Allies". Whether to fight or not, the bandit army has the final say. Now that the battle on the front line is so fierce, people have to use good steel on the blade. Wait until the gang of cannon fodder rush, and then go up to grab the credit with a destructive momentum.
As long as the bandit army is not on the list of additional troops, such cynicism cannot be refuted. If the bandits want to prove themselves, they have to go to the battlefield. This is war, and it doesn't work in the nest. It's a mule or a horse, so you have to take it out for a walk.
Seeing that the other party became more and more complacent, the brown-haired officer glanced out of the window, his eyes fixed, and a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth. Calculating the time in his mind, he grabbed the cup and slammed it at the loudest Lane officer.
"Fuck you!"
Boom, there was a riot in the bar, and the officers of both sides fought together with fists and sleeves. For a moment, the cup bench flew across the air.
A moment later, the door of the bar was pushed open.
A group of bandit officers in blue uniforms walked in
"Hehe, the fight started before we arrived today,"
? A bandit officer was so excited that his eyes turned green, he picked up a wine glass, stepped on the table, and rushed into the melee crowd with a tiger pounce. Behind him, more than a dozen bandit army officers screamed and rushed forward one after another
(To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page