148: No? Star Harbor broke itself apart?

"Bang!"

After casually swatting the last blocking alien into the wall, Revenkro looked at the Starport whose outer gates had already opened, and his pupils constricted within the cockpit—

What? Where did I fight to?

Wasn't I supposed to be seizing the central control room?

He hurriedly asked over the comms: "Has Group B already captured the central control room?"

Looking at the wide-open gate, he had thought he was taking a detour, but it turned out the frontal assault team was faster than him?

"What kind of nonsense are you spewing!"

"We are still blocked on this small path!"

"The dreadnought can't squeeze through! We're trying to ram it now. Have you guys succeeded already?"

The voice of the Commander leading Group B rang out. After hearing this, Revenkro asked in confusion:

"You didn't succeed either?"

"We didn't either?"

"We took the wrong path and ended up at the Starport, but it was already open here?"

The Commander on the other side was silent for a long time before saying: "You mean to say, the aliens pried open the last layer of protection for their own fleet themselves?"

Revenkro thought about it, but being submerged in the mecha's cockpit left him feeling completely baffled.

"I don't know. Maybe... the aliens don't know we have Warships outside."

A few seconds later, the B Group squad leader said: "Seems like it..."

"Wait... that's not right!"

"Why did you run to the Starport? Didn't you go around to the back path?"

"Did you run off again because you were having too much fun fighting? Huh? Answer me!"

"Your senior specifically emphasized this! You are fighting in your own body! You can't be too reckless!"

Revenkro directly used the multi-barrel Autocannon on his left arm to jam the communication device on his fuselage and gave it a light twist, "Click!"

"Captain, what did you say? I suddenly can't hear you clearly..."

"Report! The Starport gate of the space station Factory No. 7 has opened!"

"Five minutes ahead of schedule!"

On the Bridge of the storm, Xi Hai and the high-ranking officials of the First Mobile Fleet were staring intently at the communication console, waiting for the command "Central control room secured" to appear.

However—the first news to arrive was that the Starport gate had opened on its own ahead of schedule.

"What? These aliens pried it open themselves?"

Looking at the incoming communication, Xi Hai was immediately astonished. What kind of logic is this?

Could facing a few cans and a refrigerator really make this group of aliens voluntarily abandon such a large factory?

This is just too spineless.

Fortunately, the General Staff had provided countermeasures for such a possibility—the fifty southern cross Marshals were not acting with the main fleet; they had long since found positions to dock and launched their carrier-based aircraft.

Right now, thousands of carrier-based aircraft were hidden on the surrounding asteroids, waiting for the order to go up and blow the engines of the Alien Fleet to pieces.

"Send a message to the carrier battle group, tell them to launch the carrier-based aircraft!"

"Wipe out these damn aliens!"

"Yes!"

The communication officer on the side immediately replied.

In the asteroid belt in front of Factory No. 7, countless fighters lay quietly in wait.

Suddenly, it rang out sharply in the headsets of all the Pilots—

"Mission incoming!"

"Captains! The aliens are out! The mothership just reported! They said to launch immediately!"

"Give me—all! Of! The! Aliens! Warships—obliterate them!"

"Yes!"

Enthusiastic shouts filled the entire channel, and suddenly, tens of thousands of small heat sources appeared out of thin air.

On the Alien Fleet flagship still exiting the port, when the Radar Operator saw this number—it immediately turned off the radar, wiped the cold sweat from its head, and sighed: "Whew—good thing I turned it off fast, otherwise I would have been really scared."

Hesitating for a moment, it decided to report a radar malfunction—before that, feeling uneasy, it took one more look.

The radar was turned on again, and tens of thousands of heat sources appeared on the screen once more.

Well, alright, look, this radar is scaring me again. Could it be real?

It immediately let out a sharp screech, and then quickly started babbling—

"Lu... (Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho—!)"

"Lu... (Ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-general!!!!)"

"Lu... (Am-am-am-am-am-ambush!!!!!)"

"Lu... (Ahead! In the asteroid belt! Tons of heat sources! Tens of thousands! Still increasing!)"

Guluwaer walked over and slapped it on the head, making it quiet down instantly, "It's just a radar malfunction! Why are you panicking so much?"

Subsequently, it slapped the radar console hard, and then—

"Beep beep beep—too many heat sources, unable to identify."

"Error code ****"

The screen went blank.

Guluwaer felt very unreal, until—

"Beep beep, missile incoming!"

The alarm sounded. Subsequently, it also let out a sharp screech—

"Turn on the Shield quickly!"

The first round of strikes ended quickly. After being pummeled by tens of thousands of Vitas A021s, the Blood Conquest, which had just exited the port area, had not yet activated its Shield and was stripped of all external structures, turning into a living coffin that was even more like a stick than a stick.

After the first round of strikes, many bold fighters saw that the Warship in front had already activated its Shield, so they set their targets on the Warships behind that had not yet exited the port area.

They flew directly through the gaps into the interior of the Starport, opening fire on every Warship they could see.

However, out of tens of thousands of Alien Fleet Warships, there were always a few that could withstand the thousands of fighters flying around in the Starport and exit the port—at this point, it had to face the tens of thousands of fighters outside.

Watching the Shield value slowly drop by a small but steady amount, and seeing red lights lighting up on all parts of the Warship—Guluwaer knew—it was finished.

But it was not reconciled!

It admitted that it had not considered things thoroughly and had not expected that humans still had the ability to launch a counterattack.

However, it still had a chance!

There was still a transport squad equipped with two Battleships wandering outside!

Looking at these small planes... it was very obvious that the humans had launched an attack on it using a carrier fleet!

Carriers! Synonymous with weak firepower!

As long as those warriors could catch those damn human carriers! They could make them pay the price!

"Lu... (Send a message to all Gulu-Gulu warriors in the galaxy! Tell them to immediately start searching for the human carrier fleet!)"

"Lu... (Don't worry about whether there are escort Warships! Attack the human carrier group with full force!)"

"Attack the human carrier group with full force!"

On the Bridge of the storm, Xi Hai listened to this strange recording, his heart completely calm, even wanting to laugh a little—the night lamp had captured this communication and thoughtfully translated it into the common language.

Facing the aliens concentrating the entire galaxy to attack his carriers?

Xi Hai indicated that they could come if they wanted to.

Not to mention that there were only a few stragglers left in the whole galaxy, the carriers also had enough carrier-based aircraft formations left to protect themselves.

Furthermore... the southern cross Marshal-class carriers were equipped with Battleship-class heavy ion cannons!

Thinking about it, Xi Hai directly ordered: "Let the carrier fleet expose itself! Attract the Alien Fleet! Let's see if there are any fish that slipped through the net in the galaxy!"

"Yes!"

Just as the communication officer had received the order, a white light suddenly flashed: "Warp Drive Module · Cooling down." They had arrived.

"An easy battle."

Immediately—red, white, blue, straight, curved, circling, first, thick, long, bright white ion beams stabbed straight into the Starport gate, like a super-sized welding torch, turning everything they touched into molten metal, making a mess of the Starport; subsequently, a large number of torpedoes, missiles, and shells trailing long tails were poured in forcefully, and a large number of explosions and shrapnel filled the entire interior of the Starport,

If Factory No. 7 could speak at this moment— "Don't, I beg you, it's going to break—AAAAAA—"