89: Nightlight: So you finally remembered to pull me out?

(Received another burst of flowers from the big boss, Ye Xie, who loves homemade wontons)

(Debt once again reaches 11 chapters)

...Plan No. 3, a memorandum of the emergency breakout plan discussed by the Ursa Major V12.22 Defense Force Staff Department when facing sudden incidents.

In the scenario envisioned by this plan,

when the strength of the besieging Swarm has been significantly weakened, and there is essentially no possibility of receiving support,

all combat-ready armed forces should be immediately mobilized to break out towards the entrance and exit of the Void Channel—

regardless of whether it's a trap.

At this moment, in the Defense Force fortifications on the side of Planet 4, Ursa Major V12.22.

“Beep beep beep—”

“Robotic arm disengaged.”

“Channel clear.”

The clatter of machinery, the roar of alarms, and the neat, powerful footsteps of military boots mixed together, filling the air in all areas of the Starport—

Just now, parts of the memorandum for Plan No. 3 were sent to the personal terminals of every officer of lieutenant rank and above,

and this tense military base instantly began operating at full speed, like a toy wound to its limit.

Under the rapid dispatch of the Control Tower, a large number of Warships that were still in a state of rest immediately stopped all operations, quickly started their engines, and lifted off;

In various data storage rooms, electronic versions were copied and then deleted, while paper versions were sealed into storage boxes and thrown onto the Shuttle heading for the Starport.

Among the Warships departing the Starport, Gulac's lucky was one of them.

The corrier-class fast cruiser, as the backbone of the Cloud Consortium Galaxy Defense Force, had long achieved modularization of its main components;

Moreover, as a Warship just over six hundred meters long, it was not difficult to disassemble and assemble it with the assistance of the port repair equipment left from the previous era.

Therefore, within an hour of docking, lucky had completed the partial replacement of its left second to fourth secondary keels and damaged armor.

Now, this unlucky Warship, which had taken a direct hit from an anti-ship torpedo, was heading towards the assembly area in mid-air along the channel arranged by the Control Tower.

And inside her Bridge,

Captain Gulac was confirming the Warship's status with the Damage Control Director—

“Damage to the main structure has been fully repaired, but a large amount of internal Warship damage has not yet been dealt with.”

“The accompanying damage control team is working hard to investigate key facilities to prevent malfunctions during the breakout.”

“Good.”

Listening to the Damage Control Director's report, Gulac nodded lightly, indicating:

“All potential hazards from non-fixed parts must be cleared,”

“The intensity of the breakout operation later is estimated to be high, so all potential hazards must be eliminated as much as possible.”

The Damage Control Director stood at attention and saluted, saying:

“Yes!”

“By the way, what is the mental state of the crew now?”

After conversing with the Damage Control Director, Gulac's gaze turned to the accompanying Political Commissar.

“Captain, I was just about to inform you about this,”

“Ever since encountering these bugs, the soldiers' condition has been deteriorating little by little.”

“At first, it was just normal nervousness,”

“But now, their state has become very abnormal.”

“Most people have become very passive and depressed,”

“And some have reported experiencing hallucinations to me—a few cowards even tried to commit suicide, but were stopped by their comrades.”

“Most importantly, the Marshal's photo, which was usually unfailingly effective, can no longer motivate them.”

“Almost everyone on the Warship has been registered for disciplinary infractions.”

Facing Gulac's inquiry, the Political Commissar, wearing a peaked cap, looked as if he had seen a ghost,

reporting all the abnormal behavior of the crew members over the past few days.

What's going on?

The accompanying Political Commissar's words made Gulac frown instantly.

Even if the Defense Force soldiers couldn't compare to the Cosmic Army, their stress resistance shouldn't be so low—they couldn't even endure a siege of less than a day.

What is at work?

“This isn't right. Have you and those secret inspectors found anyone deliberately lowering morale?”

The accompanying Political Commissar shook his head frantically,

“I suspected that at first, too.”

“But no matter how I looked,”

“I couldn't find any clues.”

“I'm truly at my wit's end.”

This won't do, with this morale, what kind of fight can we put up?

“What about those morale-boosting methods you learned during Political Commissar training?”

“Try them all out.”

“At least during the breakout battle later, the crew's morale absolutely cannot be like this.”

“Also, absolutely do not bring up the disciplinary punishment routine. If it causes a mutiny, you know what angry soldiers will do, right?”

The accompanying Political Commissar hesitated, nodded, took a few steps back, saluted, and then turned to walk into the interior of the ship, muttering:

“I'll try.”

Gulac watched the man in the trench coat walk further and further away, sighing.

The arrangements for the breakout operation had been released; lucky was assigned to the left side of the central fleet group.

A good position.

He looked up at the dense fleet emerging from the five permanent fortifications.

Although the formation was slightly disordered, a chilling atmosphere could still be felt.

With such a fleet, breaking out from a group of things that hadn't even departed from the biological realm shouldn't be a problem, right?

Gulac secretly encouraged himself.

Although those accompanying Political Commissars always had the Marshal and loyalty on their lips, their ability to boost morale was also considerable—

He firmly believed that as long as they attacked the Swarm, everything would get better...“Warp Drive Module, cooling down.”

At the Node Space Station of Ursa Major V12.22, a flash of white light appeared, and a fleet materialized in mid-air.

“Transport the collected resources to those Industrial Bases,”

“Damaged Warships enter port for repairs, and each team should tally casualties.”

This trip, Xi Hai could be said to have returned with a full load—

The resources he brought back were enough to keep the existing production lines running for about a week.

Moreover, on storm, there was also the treasure he had just dismantled—that unknown building from the previous era.

After entering the Starport and hoisting the cube onto the open space of the cargo distribution area,

Xi Hai couldn't wait to take a Shuttle and rush towards that big iron lump.

Something that clearly looked like an antique would definitely continue to activate the Time-Space Walker's progress bar—

“Screech—”

The deformed door was pried open, and instantly, a smell of oldness and decay emanated.

Xi Hai looked inside—

Several long tables with what appeared to be communicators, and a large table that looked like an electronic sandbox.

Thirteen military-clad remains were scattered on the ground; from their injuries and postures, they had committed suicide by gunshot.

This clearly had a story behind it...“Detected relics related to the fifth era 'Voyager Federation'.”

“Please connect the plug-in to the server room to collect data.”

night lamp's voice suddenly rang out,

making Xi Hai excited—it's coming!

“night lamp, where's your Attack Plug-in?”

night lamp: “It was delivered earlier.”

“???”

“There's only one of those things?”

night lamp: “Not unique, but it takes 12 hours to make another one.”

Xi Hai: ...Forget it, wasn't the original one plugged into that little mainframe?

Then just find a Marine to pull it out.