Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Actually, the matter goes back to the previous report.

The stray bullet pierced through the gap in the energy shield and struck the outer wall of the spaceship's power plant.

The spaceship was severely aged and its armor was poorly maintained, which is why it exploded.

The destroyed spaceship happened to be the flagship of the Eternal Sea faction.

The supervisor and deputy supervisor, who were happily envisioning their future, were instantly blown away, leaving not a trace in the chain of explosions.

The Eternal Sea faction's ships immediately panicked.

Rape is a scumbag, and everyone wants him dead, but please, don't die at this time.

Holy crap!

The enemy general has been captured!

The lucky player who leveled up instantly is still in a daze!

Oh, what's this fat duck?

"Who cares about this now! Second Battalion Commander, bring up your damn Italian cannons right now! Bomb them!"

Boom—

Boom!

War raged.

The players were also attacking like crazy.

"These NPCs are really bad."

"Holy crap, I, such a terrible gunner, actually took down two spaceships today. Could it be that I've successfully sneaked in?"

"Damn it, not only are they bad, but they also give so little experience. I miss those little cuties in the Dust Territory."

"Just bear with it, even a small mosquito is still meat."

"This is a story mission after all. If you miss this part of the story, it will feel like something is missing when you play the game."

“You’re right, but fighting them made me feel like I had cheat codes, and my conscience was bothered.”

"...You're shameless."

The attacking fleet was met with a barrage of insults from some of the players who remained in the Time-Space Rift.

the other side.

As a human being, Sun He was stuck and unable to move, just like a robot.

News reports kept coming in.

But he almost always let it go in one ear and out the other.

There was only one thing on his mind—

This world must be fake!

He listened to the tragic news for almost an hour.

As I listened, something seemed off; the casualty ratio between the two sides was extremely unequal.

It seems like they got a good deal on the weapon, but it doesn't quite feel like it.

One to ten? Can you believe it?

The message continued for another half hour, and it looked like the attacking fleet was about to reach the vicinity of Chizuru Star.

The remaining fleet suddenly sounded the "call to counterattack".

"No, why did you suddenly launch a counterattack?"

What on earth is going on?!

"Commander, Commander..."

"what happened?"

Sun He woke up and asked nervously.

Could they have been ambushed? His heart clenched.

That's very possible.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain why, despite such a large difference in strength, they were still able to X back and even chase after X.

The person reporting cleared his throat. "That's right," he said. "If I hadn't personally participated in the battle, I wouldn't believe it either."

"The invading enemy forces have suffered eight or nine out of ten casualties. We are in pursuit, but they are running too fast, and we simply cannot catch up. Commander, what do you think..."

I……

Sun He was stunned.

Nothing to say.

Did they really win?

Battle reports don't joke, so this is true.

But why were they able to win?

When did we become this strong?

He was stunned for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out, "Then let's retreat first, in case the enemy has laid an ambush."

"Yes!"

You must be dreaming.

Sun He sat down abruptly, unaware that he had pressed the button.

You must be dreaming.

He was paralyzed.

Juliana's eyes widened upon receiving the message.

Alas, this is not what she imagined.

How come these attacking fleets were already down before she even made a move? They're so weak.

I'm truly speechless.

Juliana shook her head, deciding to tell Anran the situation first.

Chapter 13 The Great Demon King An Ran

"I see."

An Ran nodded.

The results achieved in the rear may sound exaggerated, but upon closer examination, they are entirely reasonable.

The difference in personnel quality and weaponry alone is enough to make up for the fourfold difference in numbers.

An Ran believed that even without those players participating in the battle, Qianhexing could hold out for quite some time.

Unlike other rebel armies, they invested most of their money in purchasing weapons and equipment after the uprising.

In space warfare, if the weapons and equipment of the two sides are only one generation apart, the outcome of the war is likely to be overwhelmingly decisive.

Although the weapons and ships that Anran sold were not necessarily very advanced, they were still much more powerful than the old and modified goods that the Eternal Sea had looted.

Victory was foreseeable.

"Now that we're safe in the rear, we can deal with the people in front of us properly."

"I knew they weren't making the first move; they were waiting to be attacked from both sides."

Ha ha.

An Ran sneered, deciding to give them a big surprise.

It would be great if the three families got together, so she wouldn't have to find another excuse to beat them up.

However, An Ran's side is stable.

The defeated raiding squad and the Qianhexing rebels were in a state of gloom.

"How exactly did they lose?"

"How could this be?"

"What should we do next?"

One hundred thousand "how"s.

Of the raiding squadron, only a little over two hundred ships survived, most of which were damaged.

With such a small number of people, it's impossible to launch a counterattack; even doubling the number would just be suicide missions.

The fleet from the Eternal Sea fared the worst.

A thousand spaceships were dispatched from the entire base, and the supervisor and deputy supervisor were all killed.

At this point, only a few cats and kittens remained, huddled at the edge of the fleet, having lost even their voice.

"How else can we play?"

They didn't dare report the situation back; they'd be furious.

They didn't dare go back. Even with four against one, they still managed to get four killed. Do you guys even know how to play?

Hey, someone, carry him and his chair away!

Throw it away... never mind, just chop it up.

It was obvious that this would be the outcome.

As for mercenaries, they're also embarrassed. Whether a mercenary business is good or not depends on how high their success rate is.

Once the outcome of this war gets out, who will come looking for them?

"This kind of trash... has been kicked out of the market!"