Chapter 291 Outpost Battle (Part 2)

"What? A war has already started outside the Imperial alert circle?"

After hearing Lilith's report, Amber, who was originally planning to take a nap with Isabel, sat up suddenly from the bed.

"Yes, Master! We secretly deployed several "quantum entanglement communication nodes" in the warring galaxies before. In addition to ensuring communication, they have also been monitoring a large number of communication nodes and deep space communication satellites in the galaxy."

While Lilith was speaking, she also turned on the projection platform in the room and marked the locations of several "quantum entanglement communication nodes" in this galaxy.

"Half an hour ago, we intercepted a large number of communications sent to the combat command center of the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet, all of which reported that they were attacked by the Federation's vanguard during their outer alert."

"Finally, the fight has started. The largest fleet battle in recent times."

Amber patted Isabel's hips, then quickly got up and walked towards the desk.

"Isabel, wake up, the big one is coming!"

"What big one?"

Isabel got up from the bed in a daze, and said sleepily:

"Oh~ I see, Amber, you don't have to emphasize this point."

". No, what do you understand?"

Amber gave up the effort to wake up this "Persian cat" who hadn't woken up yet, and sat at the desk looking at the three-dimensional battlefield star map presented by Lilith.

Although the positions and movements of the fleets of both sides can only be judged through intercepted communications, it is enough for Amber.

"Let's look forward to it, the outcome of this battle will also affect the situation in the future"

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"High-energy reaction detected, judged to be heavy particle cannon shooting!"

The voice of the combat assistance AI made Lieutenant Larry's heart tighten.

He didn't care about why the combat assistance AI didn't warn him in advance when he was attacked by the heavy particle cannon just now.

Because he had seen a blue-white ray flashing in the gravel belt ahead.

Although it lasted for less than a second, the overly bright ray still caused the "persistence of vision" on Lieutenant Larry's retina. Even if he closed his eyes, he could still see the faint white ray.

Soon, the main monitor on the head captured the picture of the battle zone in front, and the scene in the picture directly made Lieutenant Larry breathe a sigh of relief.

The two mechanical legs of the No. 2 machine driven by rookie Jeff had disappeared. He should have made an upward evasive action at the moment of the opponent's shooting to avoid being directly hit by the cockpit.

Fortunately, after entering the battle, this rookie abandoned the external conformal superconducting battery pack according to the combat regulations, otherwise the plasma fireball produced after the detonation would be enough for him to eat a pot.

Before Lieutenant Larry had time to call his teammates, the next scene directly made him stop breathing.

Behind the huge piece of rubble next to Jeff, a standard-configuration federal HCP floated out. After comparing the characteristics, the combat auxiliary AI determined that it was the main HCP of the Federation, the "Dwarf Bear" series.

This ‘Dwarf Bear’ was painted with a ‘space war camouflage’ with a dark blue background and white spots. It turned around quietly and flexibly using the AMBAC maneuver without the plasma propulsion array turned on, and quickly adjusted its direction.

Then it took off the heavy sword on the weapon rack behind it, and rushed towards Jeff who was unaware in the blue light that the plasma propulsion array burst out again.

At this moment, it was too late to raise the gun and shoot, not to mention that it was easy to accidentally hurt his teammates.

Lieutenant Larry, who was sprinting, found that he seemed to watch the first friendly soldier die in front of him.

But at this critical moment, Bob, who was driving the No. 3 machine, rushed out at lightning speed, and the end point of the machine's charge route was exactly the Dwarf Bear that raised the sword and stabbed.

Even if he couldn't hear the sound, Lieutenant Larry felt the shock of the collision between the two steel giants weighing 70 to 80 tons through the picture.

With the shield in front of him, Bob directly knocked the dwarf bear into the asteroid rubble on the side, but the opponent, with the help of the full thrust of the plasma propulsion array, offset most of the impact force.

Then, I don't know when it turned into a reverse grip heavy sword, and swung a vicious backhand horizontal slash, directly destroying Bob's shield.

At the same time, the mechanical foot suddenly kicked on the asteroid rubble, and stabbed towards Bob with the reverse grip heavy sword.

The whole set of movements can be described as flowing, and people can't even feel the sluggishness that a "giant humanoid machine" should have.

"Damn, it's really another veteran!"

Just when Lieutenant Larry thought that the "tail" second lieutenant of the entire squadron might die under this sword, the situation on the field once again shocked him.

Bob, a nearly 50-year-old second lieutenant officer, is the least noticeable pilot in the 809HCP squadron of the Imperial Royal Navy.

At this moment, his true strength was demonstrated.

The multiple nozzles arranged on the front of the Clergyman started to reverse thrust at the same time, and in the burst of white light, it pulled away from the Dwarf Bear.

At the same time, the entire machine displayed an extremely smooth AMBAC maneuver, just like a real person dancing in the universe, and continuously dodged a series of attacks from the Federation HCP.

The two steel giants completed several rounds of fighting in the blink of an eye. The vector nozzles arranged on their respective bodies continued to spray, allowing the bodies to flexibly make small tactical maneuvers in the space.

At this time, Bob also took off his heavy sword, but did not take action rashly, because there is no such thing as "fighting swords" in the civil war of heavy swords.

There are plasma blades on both sides that can cut through iron like mud. The only outcome of the collision is a happy ending with two swords.

So Bob patiently waited for the other party to make mistakes, waiting for the moment when he could make a fatal blow.

And this moment also appeared a few seconds later.

Lieutenant Jeff, who had walked away from the hell gate for a while, finally came to his senses. He picked up the electromagnetic rifle and aimed at the two sides fighting.

After Bob noticed this, he immediately took the initiative to move away, giving Jeff room to shoot.

The latter did not hesitate and pulled the trigger decisively.

A string of orange-red ballistics immediately swept towards the short-faced bear, and the other party reacted quickly. He immediately slightly adjusted the direction of the body and activated the deflection field.

Although a series of high-speed piercing rods accurately hit the location of the short-faced bear, they were all twisted away by the deflection force field.

However, as a support attack, this effect is enough.

Bob, who seized the opportunity, immediately stepped forward like a ghost. Under his control, the silver-white steel giant swept away the short-faced bear's sword-wielding hand with a flexible whip leg.

Immediately afterwards, Bob used the power of the machine's rotation to slash out with his sword, cutting open the cockpit of the short-faced bear without any delay.

At this moment, Bob seemed to see the determined expression of life and death under the transparent visor of the federal pilot's helmet in the cockpit that had been opened.

"boom!"

At the moment when the Federation pilot was vaporized by the high-temperature plasma blade, the fighting spike mounted on the other mechanical arm of the short bear also hit the armor plate of the cockpit of the priest.

"No!!!"

Lieutenant Larry, who arrived belatedly, controlled the machine to 'stop' all the way, and finally stopped almost against the priest who had a big hole punched in his chest.

"Bob! Bob! Answer me!"

"Ahem. Ahem. Lieutenant, please lower your voice. My eardrums are going to be pierced by your yelling."

The middle-aged "crane tail" pilot's voice came intermittently through the communication channel.

Larry turned on the searchlight on the chest of the aircraft and was surprised to see Bob in the cockpit through the hole.

The fighting spike seemed to have missed a little distance, almost grazing Bob.

But even so, his condition was not very good, and the vomited blood could be clearly seen under the helmet's visor.

"Fuck! Hold on, you guy! I'll take you back right now!"

Lieutenant Larry roared angrily as he fixed a carbon fiber cable to Bob's body, and then used the palm of the front end of the robotic arm to block the hole punched out of Bob's body.

"Jeff! Is your plasma propulsion array still functioning?!" At this moment, Lieutenant Larry didn't care about radio communication discipline and directly called out the names of his teammates.

"The current array has 14% dead pixels, but it should be no problem to return to the mothership, Lieutenant!"

"Very well, you clear the way ahead! Be careful. We'll take Bob back!"