Homo sapiens

Chapter 678 Penetration
Galaxy for 31 years.

After three years of sprinting at nearly the speed of light, more than 3 million double-neutron shells are now less than half an hour away from the expedition fleet of the Six Claws.

The expedition fleet of the Six Claws was not all gathered together, but divided into three echelons: front, middle and back.

Among them, Dirong, who is in charge of commanding the forward echelon, is on duty in the cockpit of the flagship.

With the help of a vision aid, it looked at the bright galaxy on the dome display, but felt very depressed.

In fact, these six-clawed people are all suffering from mental illness. After all, the threat brought by alien civilization keeps them in a highly depressed state.

In the long run, it is strange that there are no mental illnesses.

However, just as Dirong was aimlessly watching the scenery of the starry sky.

The detection system in the cockpit suddenly sounded a series of alarms.

Dirong suddenly woke up: "What's going on?"

Less than five seconds.

Several space battleships sailing at the forefront, suddenly the hull of the battleship exploded, as if a balloon was burst by something.

"What's going on?" Dirong was shocked.

In the next second, there was a violent explosion and vibration inside the space battleship where it was located.

【alarm!Power system damage 84%...]

[The backup energy supply system is being activated...]

Damn it!What happened?Dirong crawled to the front of the dashboard: "Quickly evade..."

"No! The backup energy system also damaged 66% of the energy modules, and the current power is not enough to change orbit quickly." The deputy captain responded sadly.

At this time, more than 1000 space battleships in the vanguard echelon were attacked by more than 3 million double-neutron shells.

Although the distance is too far, the area covered by these more than 3 million dual-neutron shells is relatively large, resulting in less than one-thousandth of the double-neutron shells sweeping through the forward echelon of the Six-Claw Expeditionary Fleet.

However, even if it is less than one-thousandth, it is close to 30 double neutron shells.

In addition, there is a certain time difference in these dual neutron shells.

Even if the hit rate is less than one percent.

In an instant, 677 space battleships were destroyed, and 252 space battleships were severely damaged.

The entire forward echelon lost nearly 68% of its strength.

However, the strike is not over yet, because the Neptune particle cannon fires dual neutron shells in batches.

This caused those space battleships that tried to avoid the attack by changing their orbits to be attacked by subsequent double neutron shells.

On the contrary, the remaining space battleships left in the original channel were not hit by the first batch of follow-up double neutron shells.

Inside the battered Forward flagship.

After listening to the reports of the various formations, Derong felt nothing but despair and fear in his heart.

Of course, it has already sent an alert to the middle and rear echelons for the first time.

But after ten hours.

Dirong received news that made him even more desperate.

"The central army echelon lost 55%, and the rear army echelon lost 43%. Is the early warning useless?" Di Rong slumped on his seat, and the ultrasonic sound from his mouth contained a trace of self-defeating powerlessness.

Seeing the decadent Dirong, the deputy captain quickly reminded: "Commander Dirong, please reorganize the fleet command meeting as soon as possible, we have no time."

Since the flagships of the middle echelon and the rear echelon were destroyed by a sudden blow, only Dirong was left among the three core commanders of their expeditionary fleet.

Dirong trembled his tentacles, and finally regained his spirit: "We can't move on, we must change the direction of sailing immediately."

"What about the other two echelons?"

Dirong shook his tentacles: "Let them choose a direction to escape! Don't go in the same direction, we will immediately transfer to the undamaged space battleship."

It knows that it can't move on now. The strength and weirdness of the enemy has created an invincible shadow in Dirong's heart.

Soon the other two echelons also quickly selected a few temporary commanders according to De Jon's authorization, and then the three echelons concentrated all the resources that could be reused in the intact space battleships.

Under the desperate rush to transport, they completed one-tenth of the material collection and personnel transfer in less than an hour.

However, when they desperately collected supplies and transferred personnel.

It was only about half an hour before the arrival of the second batch of dual-neutron shells.

For the cosmic scale, coupled with the low speed of the six-claw space battleships, they slowed down to transfer personnel and collect available materials, causing their space battleships to re-accelerate.

This time difference, even if they know it, there is actually no way to use it, because the double-neutron projectile flying near the speed of light cannot be locked in time by ordinary detection technology.

After more than an hour of delay.

They were again attacked by twin neutron shells.

The terrifying penetrating wounds turned many of the six-clawed space battleships into a pile of scrap iron, leaving only the flickering flames, telling the universe the last cry of the six-clawed man.

This time, the warship where Dirong was on escaped again.

However, looking at the rapidly extinguishing spot of light on the dashboard, it only had grief in its heart, but it knew that this was not the time to be sad, and Dirong sent out a mournful ultrasonic wave:

"Abandon the materials and personnel of other warships, and the intact warships will follow me!"

"Yes!"

There are less than a hundred intact space battleships left in the forward echelon.

They quickly changed course to the left.

As for the remnants of the other two echelons, Dirong didn't care about them, he just hoped that they would be lucky enough to avoid the enemy's attack.

Six and a half hours later.

Dirong received a notification from the Chinese military echelon that they only had 163 space battleships left.

Fourteen hours later.

They also received notifications from the rear echelon, and their losses were even more severe, because the rear echelon fled in a panic to the direction of Polaris after being hit twice.

Then they just happened to encounter a part of the dense double neutron shells, and now they only have 52 space battleships left.

After seeing the losses of the other two echelons, Dirong trembled involuntarily: "Are we going to perish here?"

The other six-clawed people in the cockpit were also full of despair and fear at this time.

The power and weirdness of the enemy simply overturned their perception of weapons.

An atmosphere of failure spread in the hearts of the surviving six-claw people.

Just as they were advancing at full speed and accelerating desperately, an hour and a half later, the third batch of dual-neutron shells arrived as scheduled.

The terrifying penetration swept through the remaining six-clawed space battleships again.

Once again, more than half of the warships became scrap iron.

And the battleship where Dirong was located survived again.

But it was not happy because it didn't know how many waves the enemy's blows had.

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