67: Nightlight: I'd like to see which guy dares to play CNC in front of me.

After watching the blue holographic projection twist twice and vanish,

Xi Hai let out a heavy sigh.

He didn't want to conflict with the Cosmic Army.

However, it seemed the guy on the other side wasn't planning on giving him a chance for peaceful coexistence—

"Enemy ships have locked onto our position!"

"Multiple fleets are opening fire on us!"

Just as he hung up the communication,

the cold alarm of the shipboard ai suddenly rang out in the bridge.

In the Space Station's Starport, within the shadows of the buildings,

a large number of black-painted warships flew out,

quickly forming a siege around Xi Hai's fleet.

"night lamp, I'll confirm once more,"

"All contact between the entire Ursa Major V12.22 and the outside world has been completely severed,"

"No signals can be sent out,"

"Is that right?"

night lamp: "Yes."

In that case,

he had nothing left to worry about—

Suddenly, an incredibly dazzling flash of light swept by,

outside the bridge,

a point of light, like a small sun, slowly rose—

Immediately following were the first, the second... like hunting Thunderbirds flapping their wings and sweeping past,

a series of dazzling explosions suddenly appeared on the surface of the Space City ahead.

Seeing this shocking scene,

Xi Hai was slightly stunned—

He hadn't even given the order to fire yet?

When the points of light disappeared after rapidly expanding,

the horribly damaged Space Station was once again exposed before Xi Hai's eyes,

only then did he realize what was happening.

So, facing the fragments scattered all over the sky, he shouted loudly into the microphone on the command console:

"Open fire!"

Immediately, as if receiving a command,

the shipboard ai instantly responded:

"An easy fight."

...

Just as Colonel Suhart had issued the command to the fleet to open fire,

a massive tremor suddenly came from beneath his feet,

followed closely by a deafening roar.

After he finally managed to climb up from the ground and saw the line of fire slowly rising on the Space Station,

his eyes immediately nearly split open from fury and shock—

"Report!"

"All heavy anti-ship torpedoes on the Space Station failed to launch!"

"A total of 900 launch points..."

"All suffered Bore Explosions!"

The terrified shout of the Damage Control Director, mixed with a fierce buzzing sound, entered his ear canal,

barely pulling his sanity back.

However, the situation outside the window

already left him no energy to care about the Space City beneath his feet—

Those Cosmic Army ships, which had clearly formed a siege,

were retreating step by step under the attack of the unidentified fleet!

He had misjudged the enemy's strength!

Ignoring the pain in his body, he immediately grabbed the microphone,

and shouted in the command channel:

"All units retreat!"

"Execute Plan Number Two immediately!"

"All Boarding Craft, sortie!"

...Space City, Defense Torpedo Launch Zone—

Or rather, the former site of the Torpedo Launch Zone.

Large amounts of debris, carrying small numbers of human figures,

were continuously drifting into space.

The 20,000 mm (20m) caliber heavy anti-ship torpedoes here were originally the nightmare of any enemy attempting an attack,

but now they had become the key to opening the gates of hell for the soldiers on duty here.

This scene occurred

merely because a guy named night lamp took a stroll through the Central Control System here,

and casually locked the hatches of all Torpedo Launch Tubes one second before firing.

Launch Central Control Room,

A man wearing a Cosmic Army Lieutenant Colonel uniform stood up from the ground, leaning on the control console.

He felt wetness on his head,

reaching up to wipe it, and sure enough, a large amount of bright red appeared in his vision.

However, before he could panic about his injury,

a line of scrolling text across the display screen made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave—

"Your torpedoes are really something."

This control console, left behind from the pre-era, had been hacked!?

"Clang!"

A soldier suddenly burst through the door,

Before the Lieutenant Colonel could react,

he shouted:

"Report!"

"The 900 torpedoes in the Launchers..."

"All suffered Bore Explosions!"

"Pfft—"

Instantly, the Lieutenant Colonel spat out a mouthful of congested blood,

and collapsed again... On the Main Control Tower, the Temporary Command Post was in chaos.

Retreat arrangements were mixed with sortie orders,

the shouts of the various heads of departments rose and fell,

and among them, the voice of the Damage Control Director was the loudest.

"Quick! Organize the Amnesty Soldiers for damage control!"

"Seal the breaches caused by the torpedo Bore Explosions!"

"What? Mostly used up?"

"Then grab those readily available!"

"Those rats in the Intermediate Floors,"

"Drag them all out and turn them into Amnesty Soldiers!"

"What crime should we charge them with?"

"Do those rats need to be charged with a crime?"

"The Loans they can never repay in their lifetime are their crime!"

"Hurry! I want to see results!"

After hanging up, he slapped the communicator back onto the desk,

and turned around,

Colonel Suhart was standing right in front of him.

The Damage Control Director immediately stood at attention, waiting for his superior's lecture,

But Suhart not only didn't reprimand him,

but instead said airily:

"The number of those rats isn't enough,"

"Boarding Combat requires a lot of expendable material."

"There are many stranded citizens still in this Space Station,"

"I hereby declare that they have all committed treason."

Hearing his superior's statement,

the Damage Control Director instantly understood and replied loudly:

"Yes, sir!"

..."Battle Array established. Commencing Tactical Suppression."

Xi Hai stood on the bridge of CAS066 Ship One,

watching the fleet that had surrounded him,

retreating in disarray amidst a sky full of shells and torpedoes.

He found it utterly ridiculous—

The enemy had only 18 warships exceeding 700 meters in size,

and nearly half of them had been destroyed in the first exchange of fire.

Meanwhile, the enemy's concentrated torpedo and artillery fire on one 066 ship,

only managed to create a dent—they couldn't even penetrate the hull.

Up until now, the most damaged ship in his fleet was merely a kalilein that had collided with an enemy vessel, causing its left armor plating to detach.

He still had the same sentiment—with this level of skill, they dared to block the bridge?

Instead, those Starships that had originally been staying around him, having been driven out of the Starport,

suffered tremendous losses.

Watching the black-painted warships retreat as quickly as they had emerged,

Xi Hai, feeling slightly bored, ordered:

"Advance the entire army!"

"Maintain fire output!"

"Prepare to seize the Space Station!"

The engine power was maximized,

and the faint light at the ship's stern suddenly erupted into astonishing brilliance,

propelling the hull forward with immense force capable of overturning all obstacles.

"Beep beep beep beep—!!"

Just as Xi Hai was watching the enormous Space Station getting closer and closer,

the Radar issued an alarm:

"A large number of small targets have appeared in the airspace ahead!"

"Enemy craft are moving rapidly toward us!"

Outside the window, countless faint dots of light flickered,

accelerating madly toward Xi Hai's fleet,

like nocturnal insects, swarming toward the light in droves—

This was the tactic originating from the ancient Age of Great Navigation, symbolizing the bravery and dreadnought spirit of sailors—

Boarding Actions!!!