Colonial Suit

Boom!

A burning heavy assault ship staggered through the Boka fleet's firepower network and crashed into a huge Quint battlecruiser. The huge bow, hundreds of meters high, smashed the Quint warship's outer shell, pressing in like a siege cone. The friction of steel against steel, the sound of frame twisting and breaking, became so sharp at this moment, and a large amount of sparks burst from the junction of the two ships, like a fountain.

The Quint warship trembled painfully. Although its volume was much larger than the heavy assault ship, the Quints were not good at fighting compared to humans, so their warships were not as powerful as imagined. If the Boka and Sassas were likened to sharks in the sea, then the Quints would be turtles at best.

However, the biggest characteristic of the Quints was that they liked everything big, and the ships they built were of course big enough and the armor thick enough. Although the attack power was completely insignificant, the defense was something that even the Boka could not match. In this war, the Quint warships were given a glorious mission: to cruise in front of the array and serve as the 'mobile walls' for the attacking ships.

The smallest Quint warship was tens of kilometers long. Even without armor, the hull and frame structure were enough to withstand ordinary damage. Although the human heavy assault ship was fierce, it could not hurt its muscles and bones at once, and it was intercepted by it. In the splashing of steel fragments, dozens of thrusters at the tail of the heavy assault ship simultaneously sprayed out dazzling contrails, 'squeezing' into the hull of the Quint warship bit by bit. "Maximum output! Push it in!"

On the bridge of the heavy assault ship, a scarred man jumped and shouted, holding a half-drunk bottle of vodka in his hand. He didn't care if he would be killed, he just wanted to crush everything in front of him.

Heavy assault ships were designed for attack from birth!

In the human ship sequence, the heavy assault ship does not have the firepower of a battleship, the diversity of a mothership, the electronic equipment of a reconnaissance ship, or the flexibility of a destroyer. But it has fearless courage. The crew members on the heavy assault ship are the most arrogant. In the eyes of these guys, whose every cell is burning with violent factors, there is nothing in this world that cannot be rammed!

What mothership, what death star, or even what war mother emperor! If you dare to stand in my way, I will smash you all!

The thick bow armor, the huge ram, the amazing number of tail thrusters, everything is for impact. The human heavy assault ship is the 'devil's horn' to break through all enemy formations! However, this time the devil's horn encountered the 'Titan's Wall'. The huge hull structure of the Quints was enough to ensure that they would not be penetrated by the heavy assault ship, but instead clamped the heavy assault ship into the hull, which was like a loach drilling into tofu. The front went deeper and deeper, and the tail was still exposed. Losing speed, this heavy assault ship immediately became the target of the surrounding ships' firepower. In just an instant, hundreds of various beams and missile attacks hit the hull, lifting large pieces of armor. Various warning sounds on the bridge rose and fell one after another, and the red light flashed like the end of the world.

The scarred man still drank vodka indifferently, patting the table. "Accelerate again, accelerate! Are the guys in the engine room all dead? Why can't we push it in!?"

"Captain, we have lost inertial acceleration! The main combustion chamber cannot provide impact power!"

"To hell with inertial acceleration! When did my Barbie need that soft thing? Open the ramming hammer for me, I don't believe I can't smash it!"

The scarred man roared angrily, but his heart sank slightly. This human raid was of great significance. It played a role of 'armor breaking' and 'separation' for the entire battlefield. The heavy assault ship's charge broke through the outer 'protective shell' of the enemy formation, exposing the main ship types of the Boka and Sassas.

It can be said that this was the first link in this war, but it was very important. If it failed, the human fleet would have to face the Boka fleet head-on, which had an absolute advantage in firepower. That would definitely be a disaster.

Thinking of this, the scarred man glanced at the light curtain next to him, and his heart sank again.

In the surrounding starry sky, there were thousands of Quint warships lined up horizontally. The hulls were all 'embedded' with more or less heavy assault ships. The commander of the Boka fleet had obviously thought of the human 'armor breaking tactics' and let these Quint warships take on the defense work from the beginning, intercepting most of the heavy assault ships.

There is no doubt that the heavy armor, thick shields, and huge volume of the Quint warships were the nemesis of the human heavy assault ships. The impact force of the heavy assault ship could not break through this 'wall' at all!

This was too fatal for the human fleet.

As everyone knows, in terms of ship attack power, the Boka is definitely the first, the Sassa is the second, and humans are only ranked third at best. Attack power is not the advantage of human ships, cheapness and quantity are. If it cannot be broken through here, the human fleet will definitely be submerged in the vast ocean of magic beams and highly corrosive jets!

Oh, to hell with it!

The scarred man's facial muscles twitched violently, and he gulped down vodka. The alcohol burned in his body, driving every inch of his violent factors. Before he knew it, his face was flushed.

Everything in front of him became blurred. He seemed to see again the spectacular preparation scene in the mothership's hangar before departure, the maintenance workers covered in oil stains but full of energy, the supply personnel running around holding energy pipes, and the captains holding bottles of spirits, just as ambitious as himself.

"Do a good job, kid."

"If you can't break through, you won't be allowed to drink for a week."

"Whoever falls behind half a step will have to wash the hangar for the guys in front for a month!"

"Get out, my Barbie doesn't want you to wash it." The scarred man trembled, and his consciousness returned to reality.

He looked around, and all he saw were the crew members' eager eyes, the yellowed photos on the wall, the old but clean energy pipes, the peeling paint on the instrument panel, the swaying chandelier... This was his Barbie. Although she was old and her equipment was not up to date, she was still like a pure girl in his eyes. He still remembered the first time he saw her, the uncontrollable passion.

This is a man's ride! Simple, violent, full of sexy lines. No need for too much decoration (weapons), just that naked body is enough to arouse the fire in every man's heart.

She belongs to him, even if the times progress and technology develops. This ancient but simple heavy assault ship is still his favorite.

Isn't a man's romance in this simplicity?

The scarred man raised his head, drank the remaining vodka, and then slammed the bottle on the table. "Karen, I remember, I remember Barbie is nuclear-powered, right?"

"Yes, boss."

"Hey, what an ancient but wonderful design, I want to applaud her designer. He made my Barbie too perfect, so perfect that every inch of her skin makes my heart flutter." The scarred man grinned, and took out another bottle of vodka from under him and bit it open. "Increase the power, and turn off the thruster pipes after rushing in. Power output goes into internal circulation, maximum overload."

"Boss, it will explode!" The crew exclaimed.

"No, that's not called an explosion, that's called a hot dance. Barbie's hot dance. You guys are in for a treat..."

The scarred captain laughed, as if he saw that glorious moment.

I love you, baby.

You are my angel.

You are my paradise.

Let all enemies kneel at your skirt...

Don't pray for me.

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