69: Luring the enemy deep into the territory

(I originally only wrote one chapter)

(But someone (da ♦ Huang Qiu Tian Zhi) gave me a God-tier certification, damn)

(By rights, I should add a chapter and give him two)

(But because I'm in military training right now, I really can't find the time)

(So I'll owe it for now)

"Anti-aircraft systems, full power lock-on—"

Facing the swarms of incoming Boarding Craft, the flaws of the stripped-down ships from the setting became immediately apparent—these Warships had massive blind spots in their firepower.

Like the bottom of the CAS066, which had no ship-mounted cannons at all, causing the four 066s to become the primary targets for the Boarding Craft.

Those small boats ranged from over ten meters to over a hundred meters in length; as long as they were grazed by a shell, they would be pulverized and annihilated.

But—there were simply too many of them!

"All kalilein-class, press forward,"

"Establish a close-range defensive fire net!"

"Unmanned Warships, advance to the front line and cover the rear Warships!"

Only when facing a large number of small targets at close range did Xi Hai realize—currently, the most reliable close-range defensive firepower in the fleet actually came from the smallest kalilein!

He secretly made a note to himself that regardless of whether he managed to reverse-engineer the blueprint prototypes or not, after this battle ended, he must equip every area of the other Warships with close-range defensive cannons!

The 30 small ships with black hulls accelerated forward under his command, blocking the path between the enemy Boarding Actions cluster and the fleet.

The "Comet Tail" cannons spun frantically, spewing out large amounts of scalding steel and flames; streaks of tracer rounds crisscrossed and divided in the air, weaving a massive interception net.

But undoubtedly, this thin interception fire net was so fragile when facing the Boarding Craft that swarmed like locusts—even as countless explosive fireballs appeared in mid-air, a certain number of enemy boats still broke through the defensive line, charging straight toward the few CAS066s in the fleet—

Inside the command center of the space station's Main Control Tower. Although it was still very chaotic here, it was slightly better than before.

"The opponent's Warships appear to have severely insufficient anti-aircraft firepower!"

"Plan Number Two is currently executing smoothly!"

Facing the staff officer's report, Colonel Suhart finally breathed a slight sigh of relief—although he didn't know why the opponent's Warships had such obvious shortcomings, he had at least found a way to suppress this fleet.

Straightening his collar, Suhart ordered:

"Increase the density of Boarding Craft deployment,"

"Strive to seize control of the enemy Warships!"

"Throw in more cannon fodder,"

"Wait a bit before letting our Marine Corps onto the field."

However, facing his order, the staff officer beside him showed a slightly embarrassed expression and said,

"Sir,"

"To execute the Boarding Actions of Plan Number Two,"

"A large number of Amnesty Soldiers are already on their way to charge,"

"Now we are severely short of Amnesty Soldiers!"

"Moreover, we are also severely short of military Boarding Craft!"

Suhart waved his hand and said,

"You just need to be responsible for execution."

"As for the Amnesty Soldiers..."

"Our supply of troops is quite abundant."

"Just wait a little while,"

"In a moment, there will naturally be a large number of excellent cannon fodder appearing before your eyes."

"As for the Boarding Craft?"

"There's no need to give such high-end things to cannon fodder."

The staff officer stood at attention on the spot, then saluted and shouted:

"Yes!"

Under the constant efforts of those small bugs rushing one after another—a kalilein with red-hot gun barrels was rammed head-on by a Boarding Craft, and the steel structure immediately emitted a wail of deformation.

The poured-out firepower stopped, and the already thin defensive net immediately developed a vacuum zone; the fleet's defense was finally torn open!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, those Boarding Craft quickly broke into the breach and rushed into the fleet!

Inside the cabins of those Boarding Craft, Amnesty Soldiers with nothing but their bare hands were packed like sardines in a can.

Their faces were ferocious, their eyes bloodshot, and their bodies trembled constantly; the culprit behind this state was the pitch-black shock collar around their necks—

Ironically, this little trinket that constantly emitted electric currents, leaving these poor wretches wishing they were dead, was actually the most expensive thing on them.

Before these Amnesty Soldiers boarded the ship, those masters of the Cosmic Army had said that the shock function of this collar would only stop when the person's biological signal completely disappeared, that is, death—

Now, so-called victory, glory—even life—were not worth mentioning to them.

They plunged into the enemy's firepower, aiming only to end their own suffering sooner.

Among them, the propulsion system of one Boarding Craft malfunctioned, separating from the main force and charging toward an FG300.

"Boom—!!!"

A loud noise reached the ears of the Amnesty Soldiers: Successful impact!

Afterwards, the huge noise of the plasma cutter from the front of the Boarding Craft came—it was time to break into the enemy ship!

"Zzz—zzzt..."

At this moment, an accident occurred—the cutter rolled continuously along the circular track, but the armor of the Warship in front remained motionless.

What was going on!

The group of Amnesty Soldiers who had squeezed to the entrance of the temporary passage looked at each other—couldn't cut through?

Stinging pain and intense itching kept coming from their necks, causing them to twist and struggle in pain inside the Boarding Craft.

Finally—when the cutter had turned one hundred and eighty circles, a leaking sound rang out from the breach in front of them—a circular passage was finally opened.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"

In an instant, a scene like a zombie siege played out; these Amnesty Soldiers screamed and twitched as they rushed into this FG300.

The expected blocking firepower did not appear—there wasn't even a single crew member.

"Huh? Wawawa wu ah?"

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!"

The electric current made them unable to speak; these guys dripping with drool climbed up from the ground, looking around, seemingly desperate to find a place to die.

Soon, they no longer had to worry about this matter—the unmanned FG300 closed its sealing system. In an instant, all the air and pressure in the entire ship disappeared without a trace under the extraction of the vacuum.

Subsequently, the Warship closed the sealing system again and continued to extract vigorously; those Amnesty Soldiers—they directly turned into "Amnesty Soldier sauce."

Looking at the re-established anti-aircraft network, Xi Hai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, night lamp sent a few video files, all of which were records of unmanned Warships being boarded—watching those guys wearing metal collars, whose mental states were clearly abnormal, it seemed they were seeking death?

"Slap!"

He slapped his palm, and immediately guessed the opponent's purpose—borrowing cannon fodder to consume his strength, relaxing his vigilance, and then letting the elite Marine Corps deliver the final blow!

A bit insidious, isn't it? Playing tactics?

Since that's the case, then he could only play some insidious tricks himself—

Turning the microphone, he switched to the fleet channel, and quickly ordered:

"Reduce anti-aircraft fire density!"

"Allow some enemy ships to board the unmanned Warships!"

"Make them think we can't hold on!"

"We are,"

"Luring the enemy in!"

(Tomato doesn't know what's wrong, it replaced my chapter 67, damn)