Black Technology Brings Humanity to Upgrade Civilization

Chapter 192 Chapter 191: Battle (9)

"Report, the number of Orcs still exceeds one million, and the number of warships is close to [-]!"

Zhou Tielun spoke quickly, and reported accurately and calmly: "Our warships are only 3832, and the number of aircraft is currently only over 3!"

From the data point of view, the number of ships and aircraft on both sides has not changed much.

The number of aircrafts in the Orc civilization fleet still exceeds one million, while the number of warships is only a few thousand warships.

As for Bi An's main fleet, a third squadron was lost in battle.

Because the data reported by Zhou Tielun is the data after the rendezvous of the Third Squadron!
Hundreds of battleships, plus tens of thousands of aircrafts, will sleep forever in the starry sky!
Hundreds of thousands of people became stars in the sky just like that...

The fight has reached this point, both sides are bloody, it is impossible to shake hands and make peace, and it is even more impossible to stop!
After listening to the report, Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and shouted angrily, "All attack!"

Orc civilization here.

The commander of the Ork Civilization looked at the group of surviving airframes, who were taken away by the main fleet of Bi An in this way, feeling so distressed that he couldn't breathe.

There are comrades-in-arms and relatives in the airframe group, and they are gone in the blink of an eye!

All gone!
It stared at the red eyeballs, looked at the Bi An fleet that was attacking, and roared in the same way: "All attack!"

The anger made the Orc civilization collectively go crazy.

Not afraid of death, fighting with death, as if losing his mind, he lowered his head and recklessly rushed towards the main fleet!

Those who didn't know thought that they were surrounded by the main fleet of Bi An, as if they were about to fight to the death.

However, judging from the battlefield, they are constantly attacking the main fleet of Bi An.

Feng Qingyang smiled lightly as he watched the charge like a scattered soldier.

The more passionate you are in the battle, the faster you will die!

Only those who are calm can live!

"boom……"

The flames of war between the two sides were rekindled.

And the battle on the Most battlefield has also undergone new changes.

The Fourth Squadron, the Ninth Squadron, the Tenth Fleet, and the three Juan Squadrons have already chased most of the 99 warships for more than [-] streets.

Along the way, the three squadrons used all available methods.

Ambush space mines...

Without even thinking about it, the Moster fleet plunged in, and then rampaged through the minefields, extremely arrogant.

As for the results of space mines...

Not even the paint on the battleship Mostert can be scratched off!
Use artillery to cover...

The most battleship is also the same tactic, you hit yours, I will not hide!
I chase me, I shoot me, don't hide if you have the ability!

Facing the squadron's parent-child missiles, plasma bombs, armor-piercing bombs, etc., the battleship Most will lose a piece of paint at most!

How big of a deal can touch-up paint be?

And those galactic bodies cruising on the Battleship Most...

The reality has made them bow their heads, stop their hands, and are forced to enter the mode of watching a show.

The firepower of the three squadrons can't break the defense of the battleship Most, and their firepower is useless!

Even the hatches of the battleship Most are tightly sealed, so they have no place to attack!
The captain of the fourth division took a helpless glance at the sizzling Oak battlefield...

The main fleet has entered the final stage, and they are still being chased!
Another glance at the calmed down Terthys battlefield...

The Third Squadron has already dealt with the enemy, and will join the main fleet to face the Orc civilization together.

They were still being chased and hacked!
It is estimated that after the Ork battlefield is settled, the entire Juan fleet will be chased and hacked by the Moster fleet!
Can't move!

The captain of the Fourth Squadron, who couldn't bear it anymore, could only use the last resort: "Let's go to the Protoss Battlefield!"

Protoss Battlefield!

Protoss fleet!The captain of the [-]th Squadron, with all his tricks at his disposal, could only resort to this dangerous move!
Mixed into the Protoss Battlefield-Most War Zone, use or cooperate with the Protoss, and both sides will clean up the Most battleship together!
The idea is very good, but everyone knows that whether the protoss will cooperate is a problem.

Whether they will attack together is another question.

It is even possible that the Protoss, together with the other three civilizations, gave priority to destroying them!
A third party enters indiscriminately, and it is easy for the two sides in the exchange of fire to give priority to killing and maiming!
But if it drags on, it is only a matter of time before the three squadrons are destroyed.

Even the entire fleet may be dragged to death!
It is impossible for them to sneak away from the Most Fleet all the time, and it is even more impossible for them to escape into the star sea and run back to the alliance!
Deserters, there are only exceptions, there is no routine!

I can only fight to the death!
After the order was issued, the Fourth Squadron and the other two squadrons made a big turn without hesitation and rushed towards the Protoss Battlefield.

In the fortress of the Protoss Planet, the Commander of the Protoss looked at the approaching Bi An Squadron, and couldn't help frowning: "What's wrong with them?"

"report!"

The scanner of the fortress projected the Moster fleet behind the squadron and reported: "The Mostert fleet is chasing this galaxy fleet!"

"Have you lost the battle?
Even the main flagship ship was destroyed? "

The protoss commander muttered for a moment, then asked, "Is this the surviving fleet of the Galactic Civilization?"

"Report, no!"

The scanner projected a picture again: the situation of the battle between the Orc civilization and the main fleet of Quan: "According to the monitoring at the edge of the dense forest, the main flagship ship of the Galaxy civilization is engaged in battle with the Orc civilization in this area!"

"What about the Terthys civilization?"

"Hey~"

The third projection screen appeared: in the extremely quiet area, there were countless wreckages of the Terthys fleet and the Quan fleet: "Terthys civilization has been defeated!"

"Ok!"

Commander Protoss nodded, and said with satisfaction: "It's no loss that our three-round exchange civilization is indeed stronger than the five-round exchange civilization!"

After sighing, the protoss commander looked at the undamaged Most battleship and the slightly embarrassed Bi An squadron, and began to think.

What does Galactic Fleet want?
Do you want to intervene in the battlefield here?

The protoss commander, who was a little stiff in thinking, thought for a while, but couldn't figure out the idea of ​​the squadron at all, so he directly ordered: "Link to the Galactic Fleet communication!"

"Ha~"

On the Bi An, the projection of the protoss commander suddenly appeared in front of Feng Qingyang, making Feng Qingyang who was concentrating on the battlefield in front of him tremble.

"Why did your fleet come to our battlefield?"

"..."

Feng Qingyang turned to look at Adjutant Hill: "What's the plan for the Fourth Squadron?"

"them……"

Hill explained the plans of the three fleets in the simplest and fastest way.

"us……"

Afterwards, Feng Qingyang directly reported it to the Protoss commander.

When it was over, Feng Qingyang continued: "I hope to get your assistance!

Our enemies are one! "

Regarding the thinking of the Protoss people, Feng Qingyang was in despair.

I don't know why, it is estimated that the Protoss people really think that the three squadrons are going to interfere in the Protoss battlefield.

At that time, there is a very high chance that the Protoss will clean up the three squadrons!

As far as the number of three squadrons is concerned, it is not worth mentioning in front of the Protoss Planet Fortress!
The protoss commander thought for a while, and agreed: "We will mark your fleet as a neutral target!

If you attack us, or interfere with our battle, we will regard you as hostile targets! "

"can!"

When Hill sent the result of Feng Qingyang's communication with the protoss commander to the captain of the fourth squadron, the captain of the squadron was shocked instantly.

After being chased for 99 streets, the anger value has already exploded, it's time for them to fight back!
(End of this chapter)