51: Who hit me?

Xi Hai's fleet has entered warp navigation, with the target being the Pathfinder base built by Xi Hai on Ursa Major V12.22.

On the Bridge of the CAS066, numbered 01.

"Chairman, this is Baili Ying, whom I introduced to you before."

"She is the junior from the same school and department I mentioned back then."

"At the same time, she has read those detailed records regarding the Void Seepage incident in the United University database."

White Shark briefly introduced Baili Ying to Xi Hai.

Xi Hai looked at White Shark, then at Baili Ying, who had pink hair.

Hmm... the atmosphere between these two, one could feel a certain indescribable relationship just by looking.

"Her arrangements will be fully handled by you for now."

"Oh, right, your subordinates as well."

"Just set it up and bring it to me for approval."

In an instant, Xi Hai looked at White Shark and made a decision: Since the two could stay together, they might as well stay together, and White Shark's original subordinates could also come along; it would be convenient for them to coordinate.

Anyway, as long as they were on his ship, with the night lamp suppressing them, they wouldn't be able to do anything detrimental to him—no matter what anyone plotted, the night lamp would know in the next second.

Immediately after, he turned his gaze to Baili Ying.

"Now, Miss Baili, please tell me everything you know about the Void Seepage."

...

"Boom!!!"

Because too many close-in defense shells and interceptor missiles were wasted clearing bugs along the way, the interception fire net hastily set up by the lucky seemed soft and powerless.

The speeding torpedoes changed orbit and accelerated at the terminal phase, easily breaking through the interception and slamming heavily into the port side of the "lucky".

The entire Warship shook violently, the metal twisted and deformed, making ear-piercing creaking sounds, like the wails of evil spirits in hell.

Everyone on the Bridge was thrown about.

"Multiple areas on the port side have lost pressure!"

"Partial outer armor has detached!"

"The second to fourth secondary keels on the left side have deformed to varying degrees!"

"..."

Alarms kept ringing, and the ship's condition projected on the central console suddenly flashed a large area of red light.

Gulac grabbed the edge of the central console, struggled to stand up from the floor, his face full of astonishment.

Why was there an attack here?

Before he could stand steady, he immediately squeezed his throat mic and shouted loudly:

"Close airtight compartments one through five on the port side! Shut down the left engine!"

"Immediately mobilize 70% of the ship's damage control forces to the left side to control battle damage!"

"Radar team, calculate the source of the attack!"

"Disengage safety on large-scale weapons! Prepare to counterattack!"

Although they were caught off guard, those who could rise all the way to the Bridge of a cruiser in the Galaxy Defense Force were no ordinary people—the crew members had already reacted from the recent vibration and returned to their posts.

The orders Gulac issued quickly were carried out in an orderly manner—

"Damage control team is in place! Starting simple repairs on the damaged area!"

The damage control dispatcher sitting on the side quickly reported the work progress.

Several Radar Operators on the side also constantly input data, crazily calculating, comparing, and calculating again, trying to find the source of the attack through ballistic trajectories and radar displays.

"Hey... static... Hey!"

"lucky! ... static ... confirmed ... static ... identity..."

"Confirm your ... static ... situation!"

"A safe route has been designated for you!"

"Please maintain communication throughout!"

"Avoid accidentally entering the unrestricted fire zone and causing friendly fire!"

The voice from the communication console gradually became clear, and communication gradually returned to normal.

Just hearing this, Gulac frowned directly.

Friendly fire? Who reminds you after shooting! Made him so nervous.

"Did you just hit us by mistake?"

He grabbed the microphone of the communication console and asked directly.

"..."

"You have not yet entered our defensive line fire range."

???

Not them?

"Strong signal on the port side! Volume is a cruiser!"

A Radar Operator staring at the screen suddenly let out a sharp burst.

"About to engage!"

"Ship information has been compared! The opponent belongs to the same 'corrier' class fast cruiser!"

"The opponent is firing again!"

From the appearance of the target to the confirmation of information, and then to the opponent launching an attack again, less than thirty seconds had passed.

"All ship firepower, concentrate counterattack!"

"Maneuver to the side! Request support from the front line!"

Fortunately, what flew over this time was not a torpedo, but shells of various sizes.

They hit the outer armor, making ping-pong sounds, but at least they didn't penetrate.

Everyone on the Bridge listened to the sounds, holding their breath, until—

"Fire control radar has fully locked onto the opponent!"

Immediately, the Armory Chief's order followed.

"Four super-heavy anti-ship torpedoes from the bow! Ten anti-ship missiles!"

"Confirm launch!"

The protective cover opened, the launch slot protruded, and a flash of arc light flashed. The projectile was gently thrown out by the electromagnetic catapult device. With the assistance of the small steering nozzle, it drew a beautiful arc.

The main nozzle ignited in mid-air, suddenly erupting with an incomparably dazzling white light, pushing the torpedoes and missiles towards the "corrier" class cruiser on the opposite side.

Everyone on the Bridge held their breath and stared, watching the torpedo and missile signals on the radar getting closer and closer to the enemy ship.

However, did the opponent's firepower weaken a lot?

It felt like only close-in defense shells were left outside.

"Confirm hit! All of them!"

"Did not suffer any interception!"

"We destroyed the enemy ship!"

The small dot representing the warhead collided with the small dot representing the enemy ship on the screen, and the Radar Operator's report came.

However, no one celebrated this destruction—the opponent was also a corrier class, a friendly Warship.

Either the ship was hijacked, or it was friendly fire. Regardless of which situation occurred, the situation was developing in an extremely ominous direction.

Just when everyone was silent, the Radar Operator's shout broke the silence again:

"Target has started moving again!"

"Target has started to accelerate!"

"Expected to enter visual range in forty-two seconds!"

No way?

Can it still move after being hit like that?

At this moment, on the Warship that was confronting the lucky, scarlet tumors squeezed out from the fragmented armor and crawled onto the outside of the blackened hull.

Like plant roots crawling out of the crevices of a neglected green belt, several huge and rough tentacles squeezed out from the ship's shell, occupying the position that was originally the engine.

Majestic void energy was discharged from the small holes on the tentacles, and then violently squeezed and exploded, pushing this monster wearing a Warship shell forward.