Earth Invasion

Chapter 353 Return to the Fleet
Putting on the spacesuit and carrying the jetpack, Roy floated into the airtight compartment next to the passage.Inside, the air is drawn and opened on the other side into the central port area of ​​the satellite city.Along the personnel flight channel separated by the laser beam, Roy steered his jetpack to fly towards the huge dark blue painted battleship.

Gently stopping on the surface of the battleship, she turned around lightly and flew to the left.The armor of the ship's bow part was opened, and some workers were directing a large group of spherical operation terminals with several mechanical arms to do the final check on the heavy particle cannon cooling grid of the ship's bow.It is a miracle that "primitives" like myself can learn such an advanced battleship that seems to have come out of mythology.

In the past few years in the Jupiter circle, Roy has a deep understanding of what a "primitive man" is all about.Although the Assyrians who came here with me only undertake the simplest basic work such as satellite shell and frame installation, although there are earthling engineers who use neutrino communication or even quantum communication to teach them by remote projection, although there are various An automatic puppet takes on a lot of the delicate work.They still feel that they are really a group of "primitives".

Flying slowly back along the side of the battleship, Roy's fingers lightly brushed over the armor of the battleship.Although it is impossible to have dust in it, she still wants to wipe it.On the front, the huge letters of CAN-101 in light gray and a long series of Assyrian letters behind it come into view.

Nuclear powered heavy cruiser 101 "Dawn", the first space battleship of the Assyrians.Behind this huge ship, there are two sister ships of the same model, 102 "King Alslon XI" and 103 "Yongzhihua".

Behind, there are 8 destroyers and 10 frigates.There are also three 15-ton combat pre-ship ships and two near-air assault motherships.Thinking that such a fleet was about to return to the home planet with him, Roy couldn't help being excited.

Biting his lip, his fingers brushed over the huge hull number of CAN-101.Roy warned himself not to cry in his heart!I must keep calm, I will be the first captain of this SCO 744B-class heavy cruiser!I am no longer that confused doctor, for those compatriots who exchanged their lives for these giant ships, I must be strong, calm, and wise, from one victory to another!
After coming to this place, after training.The person in charge of contacting the Assyrian laborers in the SCO posed a question to them.

What kind of compensation do you want?money?SCO's permanent residency and nationality?or something else?

At that time, everyone felt a little overwhelmed. They thought that they came here just to work, and then in exchange for SCO's recognition of Selaronte, they never thought that SCO would really negotiate remuneration with people like themselves.

But what?According to what they said, wouldn't people like myself have a near death here?

Finally, someone told these people whether they could ask for weapons.

"What kind of weapon do you want?" The person in charge smiled meaningfully.

The person who asked for weapons roared in his heart, "We want battleships!"

"Yes! We want battleships!"

"Please give us the battleship!"

The person in charge nodded and said that it would be converted into an appropriate warship tonnage based on the amount of work they completed.However, the pilots of the warships need to be themselves, and they can be responsible for training.

In this case, enough people need to survive to drive these warships, but how can more people survive?
After everyone's brainstorming, they came up with a way to make Roy's blood boil even thinking about it now.

They picked out a third of them, smart, healthy, young.There are a full 1 people.And the remaining 2 people spoke to them.

"We are responsible for death, you are responsible for life. We are responsible for work, and you are responsible for learning."

In this way, these 2 people worked day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep, and working crazily.

Three years later, the project was over, and only 2000 of them survived, and their health had suffered serious and irreversible damage.

SCO has delivered on their promises.When the battleship quota of 100 million tons was placed in front of them, they cried, laughed, yelled crazily, everything.

Roy seemed to hear their laughter and heartbeats as she pressed her face to the hull of the battleship.

Behind a porthole not far away, a soldier with three golden five-pointed stars on his shoulders was watching her from a distance. Beside him, Ji Jianzhang was writing on his personal terminal what.

"What do you think of this fleet?" The admiral of the Heavenly Army asked without thinking.

"Do you want me to tell the truth or lie."

"You boy, of course I want you to tell the truth." The general smiled.

"To tell the truth? Then I have only one comment on them—they are all rookies." Ji Jianzhang said mercilessly, "If I were their opponent, with the same configuration, I am confident that they will be able to compete in three hours. Let them all be wiped out."

"Oh?" Your Excellency the General was a little surprised, "Why are you so humble today? I thought you would say one hour to solve the battle. I didn't expect it would take three hours."

"They have good basic skills." Ji Jianzhang said, "And they work very hard. More importantly, they will work hard. I can't predict what cards they will play if they work hard. So I said three hours."

"According to you, they lack tactical literacy, or experience in operating a fleet?"

"Almost." Ji Jianzhang took off his military cap and dusted off the non-existent dust, "They are like a group of pliosaurs on the Assyrian planet. They are very powerful individually, but if they have no rules, they will still be grouped together." Big cats hunt."

"Indeed, the situation on the space battlefield is changing rapidly. You can't learn how to operate a fleet just by relying on tutorials. Do you have candidates for instructors or military advisors?"

The general's hint was obvious.Ji Jianzhang is also a sensible person. He knows the purpose of the high-level officials handing over this squadron to the Assyrians.Although it is the reward for their work, it is also a consideration to let them contain NATO and increase their speaking weight in front of the Circulator Association and the space circle.The general doesn't want these Assyrian rookies who have stepped into the space age from feudal farming civilization to face the NATO fleet head-on.

These fleets are nothing, but these people are dead, and it will be impossible to get another group of Assyrians who can play with warships.

However, Ji Jianzhang has no plans to go to Assyria to appreciate the exotic customs. He also understands that his fierce tactical style is actually not suitable for the return of the weak Assyrians to the fleet-their own name.

"Don't worry, I have a better candidate. And I don't need to be a consultant, just let that guy direct these Assyrians." Ji Jianzhang laughed very disgustingly.

time flies.This group includes three Yuri Chernabog-class (Night-class) fast combat pre-ships (15 tons) of Eastern Russia.The fleet of two Andhra Republic Batagama-class (Goddess of Good Luck-class) ground assault motherships has completed the final inspection procedures, and all navigation materials and combat units have been loaded.The maintenance control officer and logistics control officer of the port signed their names on the handover data of completion of maintenance and supply respectively, and handed over the thin LED sheet to the Assyrian logistics officer and chief engineer on each battleship .Then salute, in the jerky return of those Assyrian crew members, these warships were officially delivered to these Assyrians who were eager to return to Jupiter.

In the satellite called Suixing No. 1, the 120 surviving 1 Assyrians were all concentrated in the newly completed large square in the center.Many of them need to catch the power of the machine to stand up on this square with an artificial gravity of 1G.These more than [-] Assyrians are all members of this returning fleet.Some of their faces showed a little anxiety, while some were looking at the inside of this huge satellite. After all, this is the place where they worked and lived for three years, not to mention that there are more people who have already buried their bones here.

They are going home today, with a fleet that the Assyrians have never had before, and this will be their first light in the long night.

A large group of cylindrical robots quickly got into the middle of their formation, and everyone had an extra wine glass in their hands.

"Originally, according to our Chinese habits, friends are about to travel far away, and we want to set up a table." The avatar of the general also appeared on the three-dimensional big screen, and he was also holding a wine glass.

"However, I don't think everyone has that kind of thought anymore, so I can only have a drink with you. Of course, before that, I have one more thing to tell you."

"I know that everyone's heart is full of anger. To be honest, more than 400 years ago, this kind of anger also existed in the hearts of our compatriots. This kind of anger is as unbearable as magma. But I still want to tell you , save yourself, strike the enemy! Don't be afraid of sacrifice, but don't make unnecessary sacrifices! Well, that's all I have to say. Then please raise your glass!"

There was a sound of toasting in the square.

"Friends! Bon voyage!"

The ceremony was over, and the people in the square picked up their backpacks, pursed their lips, and began to leave the venue in units of battleships.

And at the port, the gangway for boarding the ship is ready. When they all board the ship, they will rush to the distant hometown and the distant battlefield without hesitation.

"The main reactor started successfully. The power distribution of the whole ship is completed, and the thrust is normal!"

"The main restraint arm is released!"

"Port communication access! Channel cleared! CAN-101 departure request passed!"

On the bridge, Roy Rolls Acaster, who had already put on the dark blue space navigation standard uniform, gently stroked the various equipment on the captain's seat.

"5.00% thrust advances slowly! CAN-101 'Dawn'! Let's go!"

And at the port, the soldiers headed by the general raised their right hands in a long password, with their palms stretched out and their eyebrows aligned!

"Salute~~~"

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