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Chapter 59 "Seventeen"

Sure enough, something very urgent happened.

In the navy, cruisers are already relatively powerful ships, and some large cruisers and battle cruisers can even break through blockades and cruise in space alone to carry out missions.

If it wasn't for the war with the alliance's fleet, it's hard for me to imagine what kind of pirates or other armed groups could injure a fleet cruiser so badly.

Obviously, a cruiser of this size cannot jump alone.

It's just that our line of sight has been completely cut off by her, and we can't see the status of other ships of this fleet entering the field.

The passengers in the cabin began to talk loudly about the horrific scene in front of them, and almost everyone's attention was attracted by this guy who made a loud noise.

"Really cruel!"

Moral was amazed and couldn't help complaining.

"One thing to say, it's true..."

Battleship...

The incoming projectile from diagonally above, after penetrating the protection of the constant shield, directly tore her fluid armor and caused serious damage.

The main partition was penetrated, and this round of damage should have caused her two cabins to lose their airtightness at the same time. Judging from the location, the destroyed cabin should still belong to the core position.

If the hit was a little more accurate, maybe it could turn her into a pool of red-hot imperial cruiser wrecks, right?

Up to now, through the outer armor plate that is still melting, Yixi can see some internal hull structures and cabin structures.

As for the people inside, I can only hope that they are blessed by God.

"It shouldn't be easy to drive back after this, right?"

Nalia looked at the scene in front of her and said a little sheepishly.

"This is actually pretty good. Even a half-broken ship can be towed back."

Moral slapped Nalia, and this guy's ruthless appearance made people laugh.

"Ah, can the remaining half of the boat come back?"

Nalia looked at me subconsciously, maybe I would be more hopeful than Moral?

Then I can only apologize... Ahem, I digressed.

"There is an essential difference between warships and the civilian ships we are sitting on now, which is anti-sinking."

"If the main structure remains airtight, even if the main body breaks, the crew inside can survive safely."

After all, this is a cold and helpless space. It would be too chilling to die helplessly in such an environment.

"Ah."

Nalia nodded. Although I don't think there is anything difficult to understand in my words, I always feel that she didn't listen. The nodding was just perfunctory for me.

Then again, what is the purpose of exchanging fire with the Alliance fleet in such a place?

What is the important strategic value?
Or did they take the initiative to provoke them, or did the alliance's attack on this star field enter the next stage?
"Who do you think would have done it?"

"I guess it can't be pirates."

Either way, it's not good news for us.

You must know that people from enemy-controlled areas need to be closely monitored wherever they go.

Perhaps the bloody war was directly presented in front of everyone's eyes, and the atmosphere in the cabin seemed a little depressing.

Everyone is discussing heavy topics such as: "Will it be like them?", "Can you leave here safely?"

Even Gulu, who has been sleeping quietly in my arms, started to talk a little bit.

As people often say, there are always many things that we cannot understand will happen in front of our eyes. Of course, the current things are not incomprehensible, but unwilling to understand.

Although I'm not a superstitious person like those pastors are talking about, but this kind of ominous premonition is too strong now, right?

Hope it is unfounded.

"what is that?"

Looking in the direction of the hand that Nalia pointed out, people in naval logistics uniforms kept sending some bright red bag-shaped objects off the warship that had just docked.

How can we tell her that according to our experience, these things should be those... those hapless corpses that were blown to pieces, so that she will feel better?

Moreover, other passengers who heard the question also looked at me, and seemed to have considerable doubts about this question...

"Corpse."

Moral, how did you manage to answer this kind of answer with a blank face?

Although she didn't spit it out, Nalia's face turned wonderful.

Anyway, at least it's a landlubber...

Other curious passengers, however, looked less optimistic.

In the silence of looking at each other, it is not known who started it, and everyone sat back to their seats silently.

No one knows, and no one wants to know what's going on in their hearts, but I know it can't be good.

In such a depressing environment, it seems that even the air has become more and more dignified. An indescribable sense of oppression is constantly squeezing us, reducing our breathing space.

"Ugh..."

Gulu's constant struggle in my arms made me feel that this trance world has become so real.

"The time seems to be approaching."

I don't know how long it took, Nalia suddenly handed a canned bread in front of me, and suddenly said such a sentence to me.

"Thanks, I'm not very hungry."

Moral seemed to have fallen asleep, slumped in his seat in a very uncivilized posture, but it seemed that everyone's appearance was not much better.

After a quick inspection for four weeks, I probably figured out the current situation. Maybe I also fell asleep in a daze?

It's almost time to plan the jump...

That's right, often at times like this, time becomes a cheap thing instead, and no one pays attention to the passage of time, but keeps thinking about something in their hearts.

"Really don't want to eat?"

"The sandwiched bacon bread that was rationed before is quite delicious, but I just looked at the shelf life and it seems that it is only 7 standard days in the old calendar."

"Well, no need."

"Hold him for me, I'd better go and move around a little bit."

"you……"

I can't tell her directly that my right hand has been crushed by Gulu, right?

Even though the occupancy rate of the cabin we took was high, it was still extraordinarily quiet, which may have something to do with the oppressive atmosphere before.

The cruiser outside the porthole seems to have been surrounded by the inspection platform, and the efficiency is not bad.

The bustling staff outside took all kinds of things in and out, which also marked that the maintenance work had begun, and all the work in the space station had resumed in an orderly manner.

From this point of view, the possibility of jumping on time is quite high, right?
"Borrowed, thank you."

The visitor nodded to me, smiled and disappeared into the sea of ​​people in the distance.

Wearing a casual resort-style coat and carrying a vintage classic suitcase in his hand, he seems to be traveling somewhere, right?

It's great, you don't need to be forced to travel around, and you don't need to leave your home and wander outside.

Speaking of which, returning to the area controlled by the alliance this time is more like returning to our hometown for me and Nalia, right?
What about Moral?
How does he feel?
His parents and family are still in the empire, why is he willing to leave here with us?

Is it really just disappointment here, or is it because of something else?

Logically speaking, since he escaped the abandoned facility with me, he should want to return to his home, right?

Is there any secret in this?

And why do I have the illusion of being away from home again?
Where am I... exactly?

To think subconsciously of the dormitory in that place, to think of the scene of working hard before, and to recall the appearance of paying wages.

It turns out that I still have nostalgia?
Then, my hometown, my home... so where is it?

"Dingling beep~"

"Dear passengers, this ship has obtained traffic control permission. We will jump to the UUT-4E-VII passenger transport center in the UUT-4E galaxy in half an hour. This ship will start to adjust the jump in 10 minutes. Please Get back to your cabin as soon as possible..."

With the broadcast and personal terminal being thought of at the same time, all the problems in my mind became dull.

Even I, who thought I could control my emotions well, could clearly feel the inexplicable ecstasy in my heart.

If there is still nostalgia, maybe it is the proof of those working hard to survive?

Did I want to leave here so much...?
Passing through the long and narrow cabin corridor, which connects the two airtight passenger compartments, I saw a somewhat embarrassed Moral sitting in my seat from afar.

It seems that he wants to play a game of stickers with Nalia... I forgot about this, so it seems that there is a reason why Moral is willing to go around like this.

"Lin Man, where did you go?"

This guy, sitting in my place, really wants to get close to Nalia, right?
look at how embarrassing you are...

"It's okay, I went to look at the back and heard that it was about to set sail."

"Well, you..."

"It's okay, I'll sit by your side."

Seeing the dim light flashing past Moral's eyes, at that moment I actually had the illusion that an elder was looking at two younger generations.

It is said that a gentleman must have the beauty of an adult, so I am a gentleman if I round it up, right?
According to the instructions in the manual, pass the seat belt through the two buckles, pass it through the chest, and finally clip it into the card slot of the seat...

"Crack!"

Is that enough?

As the final preparations have been completed, you only need to wait for the final jump time to leave here and return to the so-called hometown...

(End of this chapter)