From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 291 Outpost Battle (Part )
"What? Already fighting outside the Imperial Security Circle?"

After hearing Lilith's report, Amber, who had planned to take a nap with Isabel in her arms, suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Yes, Master! We have quietly deployed several 'quantum entanglement communication nodes' in the warring galaxies. In addition to ensuring communications, 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 opened the room's projection platform and marked the locations of several 'quantum entanglement communication nodes' in the galaxy.

"Half an hour ago, we intercepted a large number of communications sent to the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet Combat Command Center. The contents were all reporting that they were attacked by the federal vanguard during their perimeter alert."

"The fight has finally begun, the largest fleet battle in recent times."

Amber patted Isabel's butt, then quickly stood up and walked towards the desk.

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

"What's big?"

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

"Oh~ I understand, Amber, you don't need to emphasize this point."

"No, what on earth did you understand!"

Amber gave up trying to wake up the sleeping 'Persian cat' and sat at her desk looking at the three-dimensional battlefield star map presented by Lilith.

Although currently we can only make some judgments on the positions and movements of the fleets on both sides through intercepted communications, it is enough for Amber.

"Let us look forward to it. The outcome of this battle will also affect the future situation."
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"High-energy reaction detected, determined to be a heavy particle cannon shot!"

The voice of the combat assistance AI made Lieutenant Larry feel nervous.

He didn't bother to worry about why the combat auxiliary AI didn't warn him in advance when he was attacked by a heavy particle cannon.

Because he had already seen a flash of white and blue rays in the gravel belt ahead.

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

Soon, the main monitor on his head captured the picture of the battle zone ahead, and the scene on the picture made Lieutenant Larry feel a little relieved.

The two mechanical legs of the No. 2 machine piloted by rookie Jeff had disappeared. He should have made an upward evasive action at the moment when the opponent fired, to avoid being directly in the cockpit.

Fortunately, after entering the battle, this rookie abandoned the external conformal superconducting battery pack in accordance with the combat doctrine, otherwise the plasma fireball generated after being detonated would have been enough for him to eat.

Before Lieutenant Larry could call his teammates, the next scene caused him to stop breathing.

Behind the huge piece of rubble next to Jeff, a standard-configuration federal HCP floated out. After comparing its characteristics, the combat assistant AI determined it to be the federation's main HCP 'Dwarf Bear' series.

This 'Dwarf Bear' was painted in 'space warfare camouflage' with a dark blue background and white spots. When the plasma propulsion array was not turned on, it used AMBAC maneuvers to turn around quietly and flexibly, and quickly Adjust the orientation.

Then he took off the heavy sword from the weapon rack on his back, and in the blue light erupted again from the plasma propulsion array, he rushed towards the unaware Jeff.

At this moment, it was too late to raise the gun and shoot, not to mention it was easy to accidentally injure one's teammates.

Lieutenant Larry, who was sprinting, found with some despair that he seemed to be watching the first friendly soldier die in front of his eyes.

But at this critical moment, Bob, driving the No. 3 machine, rushed out with lightning speed. The end of the machine's charging route happened to be the Dwarf Bear who was thrusting with his sword.

Even though he couldn't hear the sound, Lieutenant Larry could feel the shock of the two seventy- to eighty-ton steel giants colliding together through the picture.

With his shield in front of him, Bob directly hit the dwarf bear into the asteroid rubble on the side, but with the help of the plasma propulsion array at full thrust, the opponent was able to offset most of the impact. .

Immediately afterwards, I don't know when it turned into a reverse-held heavy slashing sword, and swung a vicious backhand horizontal slash, directly destroying Bob's shield.

At the same time, the mechanical foot kicked hard on the asteroid gravel, holding the heavy sword in its back and stabbed straight towards Bob.

The whole set of movements is so smooth that one doesn't even feel the sluggish feeling that a 'giant humanoid machine' should have.

"Damn, he is indeed a veteran again!"

Just when Lieutenant Larry thought that the "crane tail" second lieutenant of the entire squadron might be killed by this sword, the situation on the field once again shocked his jaw. Bob, this nearly 50-year-old second lieutenant officer, is the most insignificant pilot in the 809HCP Squadron of the Imperial Navy.

His true strength was shown at this moment.

The multiple nozzles arranged in front of the cleric turned on the reverse thrust at the same time, and in the burst of white light, it distanced itself from the short-faced bear.

At the same time, the entire machine body displayed a set of extremely smooth AMBAC maneuvers, just like a real person dancing in the universe, and continuously avoided a series of attacks from the federal 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 clay. 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.

Second Lieutenant Jeff, who had been away from death for a while, finally came to his senses. He picked up his 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 dwarf bear also hit the armor plate of the cleric's cockpit.

"Do not!!!"

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 keep your voice down. My eardrums are going to be pierced by your yelling."

The voice of the middle-aged "crane tail" pilot 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!"

(End of this chapter)