146: The plan is to turn Star Harbor into a cream puff.

Bonus chapter for An Zai QWQ's 10-1 tip (3/9)

But then received a God-level certification tip from the boss Traveler Under the Sunset.

Currently owing 27.5 - 1+2 = 28.5

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On the Bridge of the storm,

The 17 reconnaissance fleets had finished combing through their respective jurisdictions and sent back reports, but without exception, there were no findings.

Now, the Seventh fleet, from which no news had yet come, became the last hope for the staff officers:

If they also found nothing, it would prove that the alien fleet was currently wandering around the star system, and finding them would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"It's here! It's here!"

Just then, a soft sound from the communication console, followed by two shouts of "It's here," instantly made the whole room go silent—

Everyone on the Bridge felt their fingers trembling, with only one thought in their minds:

They must catch the main force of these aliens!

If they didn't catch them...

Well, actually, it didn't seem to have much impact. After all, given the new Warship's heaven-defying intelligence capabilities, they could still catch these aliens after a few months of searching once the core area was reclaimed,

But a plan that was time-consuming, labor-intensive, and would tie up a large amount of combat power was obviously not what anyone wanted—

People have selfish motives, too. After the refit, everyone wanted to fight a hearty, crushing victory, not a cat-and-mouse security operation.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the communications officer. Less than a minute later, he put down his headset and shouted excitedly—

"We got them!!!!"

"Inside the port area of Foundry No. 7! A Pilot has captured the alien main force!"

"He infiltrated the Starport occupied by the aliens! He saw the scheduling records!"

"Six 1900-2100 meter class Warships! Two hundred 1000-1900 meter class Warships!"

"Over 20,000 Warships under 1000 meters!"

"They are all docked in the port area!"

"OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

The Chief of Staff watched his boiling subordinates and inadvertently revealed a smug smile:

This number almost perfectly matched the memories of those four alien leaders!

The main force of these aliens was just lying there in the port area, not even their engines were turned on!

Too tempting!!!

But then, he immediately composed his expression and ordered loudly—

"Report immediately!"

"Upload the detailed operation plan to the Joint Command! Request to enter the next phase of the operation!"

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Tianjin Seat V89.07, current weather: light ion winds, with localized ion winds turning into drop pods—

That's right, this localized area refers to Foundry No. 7.

The foundry's outer armor was the pinnacle of fifth era industry. Although it didn't have many weapons, it could still be considered a solid frontline defensive fortress.

If the fleet just charged in for a frontal assault while the aliens stayed inside their turtle shell, this battle would undoubtedly turn into a protracted war that would consume a lot of time and morale.

They could win, but it wouldn't be a pretty victory.

Fortunately, times have changed, but not entirely.

Combined with the Warp Engine, a formidable assault tool, the guys in the staff department finally brought out their favorite old method—Boarding Actions.

Attacking from the inside was undoubtedly the best way to deal with a sturdy fortress, both physically and psychologically.

In the plan, the landing ships carrying the Marine Corps would, while the aliens were completely unprepared, jump right into the factory's face, rush in to seize the central control room, and open the Starport gates,

Then the main fleet would warp over directly and use the most saturated firepower to instantly turn the interior into a cream puff.

After weighing the pros and cons, the high command of the Legion voted to approve this proposal.

And so, now—

"CLANG!!!!!!"

The moment they exited warp travel, the modified norma m470, carrying massive kinetic energy, slammed hard into the factory's outer armor.

The sturdy outer armor twisted into a knot the moment it came into contact with the spatial distortion caused by the warp.

Then, the thermal melt ram opened, and the already shattered armor was instantly pierced through,

The massive hull of the landing ship slammed into the interior of the foundry.

"Pfft—"

The sound of air leaking came, and the door of one of the landing ships opened,

The refrigerator (dreadnought) mech piloted by Ravenlock jumped down, leading the charge, and landed heavily on the steel deck,

He turned to look at his comrades behind him, and a loud electronic voice rang out—

"Let the aliens feel our fury!"

"Attack!"

"Yes!"

...

Forty landing ships in total, with 40,000 personnel, boarded Foundry No. 7 from all directions,

They launched attacks from all directions, catching the aliens completely off guard,

Many aliens hadn't even reacted before they were torn to shreds by the metal storm surging from all sides—

Under the coordinated attack of the cans and refrigerators, they couldn't even organize an effective defense line,

Everything was going according to plan.

But meanwhile, what was that Pilot who had just infiltrated this massive industrial facility doing?

When we shift the scene to him, we can see that a gray woven bag has appeared on his shoulder.

Just a moment ago, after transferring the data from the Main Control Tower, he immediately returned to the ventilation ducts, preparing to move to an unmanned area to hide,

But perhaps because he didn't know the way, he wandered around, and below him were aliens coming and going, looking anxious and busy.

After wandering for a long time, he finally entered a pipe that was narrow but quiet.

He originally wanted to wait quietly here for his comrades to fight their way over, but out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally glanced below—it was an office.

On the desk below him, a golden pistol was lying there quietly. The patina on the handle, the traces of time, and the serial number engraved on it in the human common language—

Just looking at it, he felt something in his blood calling to him:

Human artifacts shouldn't remain in the hands of aliens, so this pistol was clearly meant for him—

That feeling was just too right.

And so, in the blink of an eye, he, with the pistol tucked into his waist, began his next tactical retreat.

Subsequently, every time he reached a slightly quieter place and was just about to settle down, he would unconsciously see something that was meant for him,

And then, to avoid exposure, he was forced to begin the next tactical retreat,

As he collected more things, he also swiped a gray woven bag to carry them.

He was having a great time looting, but the aliens below were panicking—

The human Marine Corps had already fought their way to their faces. Their commander, Guluwaer, saw that there were only landing ships outside and no large fleet, so he immediately decided to pack up his valuables and run,

But when the aliens responsible for packing up the antiques collected by Guluwaer felt the sky collapsing—

Their commander's precious collections from ancient humans were all gone, and there were no signs of disturbance at the scene!

At first, some aliens reported it, but Guluwaer clearly didn't believe them and shot them, treating them as little thieves trying to embezzle his collection,

In the end, every alien responsible for collection had to face the empty display racks and silently doubt the reality of the world.

(Alien: This world—is fake!!)

Until after another tactical retreat, he entered a passage he hadn't traversed before,

That passage was very, very long, almost endless.

The air gradually filled with the smell of blood and rot, making him, who was crawling forward, pause—

This isn't right, alien blood doesn't smell like this,

This metallic, fishy smell is human blood!

He quickly tightened the bag on his shoulder and sped up,

A hint of crimson haze gradually condensed in the air.

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(Taking a day off tomorrow, will post later.)