old light morning light

Chapter 49 "Seven"

Strictly speaking, I have basically never spent my money on spending outside.

Although I didn't deliberately take advantage of it, it always gave me this feeling.

But this can be regarded as the recognition of these two people for me, but that's right, I just need to eat with peace of mind.

Although it is a space station, walking on the street after entering the urban area gives people the feeling of living in a city on the ground.

The ultra-real sense of gravity created by the pressure escape valve and gravity control means, the wind that blows from time to time, and even the starlight shining in through the transparent top lighting porthole made of synthetic materials, is almost the same as the feeling on the ground.

The space station is also equipped with well-planned roads. The vehicles that were originally flying at high altitudes seen in the port bridge area have now landed on the ground and are driving in the designated road-like area.

This is much more powerful than the fleet maintenance facilities where I squatted before.

But it is true that that port is just a military port, and the port here is just a part of the city.

The essence of this place is really a huge city, right?
"There seems to be...a red light ahead, right?"

Looking at the flickering neon lights, the people passing by on the street smelled of alcohol, among them there were many who were as drunk as mud, but pushed and laughed at the people around them, and even supported the beautiful sister...

this leg...

"What are you looking at?"

Nalia seemed to have noticed my eyes, and stared at me slightly dissatisfied, walked in front of me, and then looked at Moral again.

Of course, the guy was looking at other women as well.

Well, this is also unavoidable...

"You two, don't go any further!"

"well."

I looked at Moral and found that he was also looking at me helplessly, and after smiling awkwardly at each other, I turned around with a haha.

Are you an old lady?

Sigh, from now on, we may not be able to control what we will be like...

Moral's eyes were so full of complaints.

Who knows, today is not the only way to go.

He also waved his hands in a decent manner, and turned his eyes back.

"You two are sneaking around, what kind of code are you exchanging?"

Was, was discovered...

"No, nothing."

Sensing the strange coldness coming from behind, Moral naturally backed down quickly and decisively.

Suddenly thinking back, the worry that he might be caught by Black Falcon and others slowly disappeared like being washed away quietly by the waves.

It seems that the mood has also become better, and they all started joking subconsciously.

However, I didn't expect this guy to be such a traditional type...

After careful study, the red light district is set at this location, in the middle of the port area and the commercial and residential area. While exploiting the local migrant workers, it can also absorb foreign "funds" very conveniently.

It can also be seen from the people who came and went that most of the people who walked towards the port arrived here through interstellar routes.

Just like us now.

"How much time is left before our passenger ship leaves here?"

I don't know if it was to change the subject or for some other reason, Moral, who had been silent all the time, suddenly thought of such a question.

Can't help but look at Moral's face...

Even if such a sincere facial expression is used as an apology, I think it will be very effective...

"It's 9 standard hours in the old calendar. We've only been shopping for less than 3 hours. It should be early, right?"

Nalia was obviously taken aback for a moment, then looked carefully at her handheld terminal, and then confirmed the itinerary with Moral.

Sure enough, I was fooled.

I have to say that Moral has become more and more like me in some aspects. I really don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing.

Do you still have the nerve to smile at me?
The closer to the port area, the wider the field of vision, and the more you can feel the hugeness of the space and the smallness of yourself.

"Woo~!"

The sound of the huge siren constantly washes over this seemingly empty space. Except for the laser projections that indicate the berths and berth information in the distance are constantly flickering, many things are covered by the fog-like east, and it is almost impossible to see what is there. Only some silhouettes showed a hazy and ethereal presence under the flickering of navigation lights.

Iron Wonderland, huh?

Speaking of the scenery in front of me, it is like the fairyland shown in those film and television works in my mind, but it is all composed of cold metal and man-made structures.

"Transfer, please pay attention to the ships in the C09 berthing area, the C09 berthing area..."

Only then did I realize that this node was constantly broadcasting information about the berthing area, but why didn’t I have any impression of it before?
Is it because all you think about is those bad things?
It was not until this matter that I even calmed down to observe new things like the space station and discover these interesting things.

"What kind of ship is that?"

Looking along Moral's raised hand, a slender warship is quietly moored in the berth in front of him.

CE9982-5, a ship painted with blue-gray and irregular stripes, the protruding hull of the front section is clearly printed with the number of the ship, the fancy painting and unknown emblem look like the uniform Imperial Navy Very different.

Which power does it belong to?

"I don't know, looks like a cruiser, right?"

The slender body should be suitable for high-speed sailing, but it seems that the main weapon is only a double-mounted giant turret on the belly of the hull, and the other external structures look bare and depressed.

It looks like it should be a weapon like a rail gun, but isn't this ratio a little too big compared to the hull? ?

"It's also the first time I've seen a ship with only one turret..."

Nalia was also stunned, Rao, this landlubber, had never seen such a ship.

In fact, it seems that this guy should be an armed group belonging to the empire. Although the empire allows individuals and qualified security companies to own armed ships, the maximum size of personal possession cannot exceed frigates, and the maximum size of group possession is not allowed to exceed cruisers.

But at present, it seems that this guy's weapon obviously exceeds the size of the cruiser's weapon?

Even if it is only a double mount, it is much larger than the quadruple mounted cruiser weapons I have seen.

"And this coquettish painting..."

There are so many slots for a while that I don't even know how to complain.

"I heard that there is a cruiser equipped with battleship weapons, is it this kind?"

"Although the attacking battlecruiser relies on a cruiser-level hull and is equipped with battleship-level weapons, it is still a real battlecruiser!"

Of course, it can't be attacking the battlecruiser. Although it is famous for its fragility, it can be regarded as a rumor anyway.

"Have you ever seen a battlecruiser with only two barrels?"

The defensive capability of the cruiser level is true, but the hull has actually reached the level of a battlecruiser.

"At least bring some automatic artillery or fast missile launchers as a means of short-range defense?"

"That too……"

Moral nodded thoughtfully. Although he was still staring at the behemoth, he finally sighed and smiled helplessly.

"It is said that their soldiers like to add some strange things the most. Seeing them today is an eye-opener."

Compared with the imperial warships we have seen before, this guy is really weird.

"I heard that the Alliance seems to have obtained some new technologies, and has created some abnormally fast ships that can project the firepower of superior ships in a short time..."

"Do you think the warships of the alliance dare to come here to anchor in the port?"

Nalia glanced at Moral amusedly, and immediately complained.

"If it were me, it might be true to go to a more central place to see."

"cut."

What Moral wanted to talk about just now was the Porges particle board, right?
If it is this kind of ghost technology, it is indeed possible...

"Lin Man, what do you think?"

After Moral didn't know what to say at the end, he could only look at me helplessly, probably trying to get affirmation and help from me, right?
"To be honest, I don't have any opinion."

It's not that I don't want to help you, it's really helpless.

"I don't know what to say about something that goes against common sense."

"But I know this one over here is a real cruiser."

Quietly berthed at B41 next door is a standard Imperial "Meteorite" class scout cruiser.

It is equipped with two triple-mounted array frequency-fired pulsed magnetic rail weapons and a large number of short-range automatic artillery, as well as an advanced different magnetic induction array, which can quickly find the enemy and actively attach it, and it can attack any underestimated enemy within a relatively short distance. Her enemies deal devastating damage.

"Meteorite, I haven't seen it for a long time."

Moral also sighed.

Since the empire has completely fallen into a disadvantage in terms of distance control, these once glorious close combat ships have long since lost their glory, and have even been left out in the ranks of second-line ships.

Think about the alliance's cheap crispy "shit" throwing machines, hiding in the dark and constantly projecting hail-like ammunition on these imperial targets whose effective damage distance does not exceed 30 combat units. A situation that drives the Imperial Navy crazy?
Speaking of which, this is also the main ship of the empire that everyone was working hard to maintain when Moral and I entered the fleet maintenance facility that was still under construction after graduation.

"Meteorite class, bayonet class, and thunder class, the three giants of the Imperial Navy in the past, the mainstay of conventional conflicts, can only be reduced to this end in the end..."

Moral didn't know what he thought of, shook his head slightly, and then looked back at the strange ship he didn't recognize before.

"So they created this hybrid monster with long-range weapons."

Speaking of it, there is really no problem. If it is outdated, it will naturally be eliminated.

"Since it's outdated, it's also..."

Feeling the strong emotions that Moral suddenly showed, I didn't know what to say for a while.

Suddenly forgot Moral too, bayonet romantics...

"Not out of date!"

(End of this chapter)