160: Chapter 160 These lunatics are coming up!

Commander Du Long hadn't even recovered his senses yet.

His ominous premonition had already rapidly turned into reality.

"My Lord! The left flank has been breached!"

The adjutant watched the incessantly flashing red lights, his voice trembling,

"The Famas-class heavy defense boat has been hit by a suicide ramming attack! The outer armor has been cut open!"

Immediately after.

From the flagship bridge's public communication channel came the desperate roar of the Famas-class captain:

"Commander! The Famas requests fire support! They're inside! These lunatics are inside!"

Accompanied by the dense sound of gunfire and metal tearing.

A harsh, manic, and strange laughter suddenly cut into the channel.

The sound was clearly coming through the loudspeaker of a Power Armor.

"Hahahaha! Charge, brothers!"

"Tie up all these NPCs for me! This ship is ours now! Hahahaha!"

Subsequently, the communication signal from the Famas was cut directly.

On the screen, the green dot representing that ship instantly turned into the gray color representing capture!

Inside the flagship bridge, there was a deathly silence.

Commander Du Long and a group of high-ranking noble officers looked at each other, their faces so gloomy they could almost drip water.

Although they couldn't understand the roars of the boarders on the public channel, the intuition honed from years of mingling in the power circles told them clearly:

These people are absolutely insane! They are a group of suicidal lunatics!

Through the porthole.

Commander Du Long saw a boarding rocket not far away explode violently under the strafing fire of the close-in defense guns.

The rocket's wreckage exploded in the vacuum.

But to his surprise, he saw a massive white bear, wearing a tattered pressure suit, fly out from the explosion!

That white bear did not die immediately in the absolute zero vacuum.

It even reached out a paw with a pained expression, taking the opportunity to clutch tightly onto another passing assault rocket.

Just like that, it hung on the outside of the rocket, continuing to brave the artillery fire as it flew toward the nearest armed merchant ship!

And on the other side.

Some lunatics wearing simple flight suits, without even Power Armor, jumped directly out of the fuel-depleted rocket wreckage.

They held pneumatic grappling guns with obvious signs of makeshift modification, firing at the starships that were performing evasive maneuvers.

After the grappling hooks locked tightly onto the hull armor, these people swung themselves onto the surface of the ship like they were on a swing set, and began to crazily perform physical cutting!

Faced with this kind of desperate, irrational assault that stuck like maggots to bone, the massive expeditionary fleet had absolutely no way to deal with it!

No matter how dense the defensive fire net was, it couldn't stop this kind of all-around space suicide attack!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a violent tremor came from the flagship's massive hull, and alarm sounds rang through the bridge.

"Oh no! My Lord!"

The adjutant was so scared he plopped down onto the floor,

"The bottom hold of our flagship has also been boarded!"

"This... who fights like this? Who on earth fights like this?!"

Commander Du Long grabbed the armrests of his seat, trembling, his face deathly pale, and even carried a hint of a crying tone,

"This isn't according to the rules! Why don't they exchange fire with us at long range with Macro Cannons? Why do they have to charge over for hand-to-hand combat?!"

The surrounding noble officers, seeing the supreme commander in such a pathetic state, were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

The adjutant saw that the situation was completely out of control.

He gritted his teeth hard and rushed forward.

"Slap!"

The adjutant fiercely slapped Commander Du Long across the face with a loud sound!

"My Lord! Wake up!"

The adjutant roared,

"Those lunatics have already boarded! Whether we fight or run, you need to make a decision quickly!"

Although the officers present were all distinguished nobles, the more noble they were, the more they feared bearing responsibility.

If such a massive fleet were destroyed, who would dare to bear the responsibility for the defeat?

Even if the assets of all the families present were added together, it wouldn't compensate for such a massive loss.

Whoever ordered the surrender or retreat would be court-martialed and executed by the Governor upon returning!

Commander Du Long covered his swollen cheek, his brain finally becoming a bit clearer.

He looked around the battlefield, knowing very well in his heart that the situation was completely irredeemable.

The Mobius fleet's only advantage lay in long-range naval gun exchanges.

Now that the opponent had forced a boarding action and dragged them into the mire of close-quarters combat.

How could his subordinates, this group of security troops who lived in luxury in the Hive City and had never fought a hard battle, possibly defeat these lunatics who didn't even fear the space environment?

But!

Whether ordering the entire army to retreat or ordering a surrender.

This monstrous crime of defeat would definitely be counted on his head as the commander after returning!

That absolutely wouldn't do!

Just as Commander Du Long's eyes flickered, hesitating about how to shift the blame.

In the corridor outside the command room, a burst of intense gunfire and screams suddenly rang out.

"Bang!"

The thick blast door of the flagship bridge was kicked flying by a huge metal combat boot!

Several warriors wearing Power Armor, covered in machine oil and blood, rushed in.

Among them, the warrior with an absurdly sturdy physique held a plasma gun and roared loudly:

"Don't anyone move! Drop your weapons! You are surrounded!"

The group of noble officers were so scared they raised their hands one after another.

Although they heard a soft, sweet loli voice coming from inside that mighty armor, and this extremely disjointed sense of contrast made them feel very strange, they still obediently prepared to surrender.

At this moment.

Commander Du Long's eyes rolled, and a plan formed in his mind.

He suddenly pulled that ornate laser pistol from his waist and pointed it directly at the group of players who had rushed in.

"You country barbarians!"

Commander Du Long put on a look of righteous indignation, as if ready to die for a cause, and roared loudly,

"Kill me if you want! I am the supreme commander! This fleet is under my command! It has nothing to do with these subordinates! If you have guts, come at me!"

This act of taking responsibility for the greater good.

Completely stunned the officers present.

They looked at Commander Du Long with disbelief, as if they were seeing this playboy who only knew how to eat, drink, and play for the first time today.

He was actually willing to use his own life to preserve everyone else's innocence?

However.

A soft click.

Gugu Eagle and the other players keenly noticed that the pistol Commander Du Long was holding high up didn't even have its safety off, and hadn't even been loaded with an energy magazine!

"What is this old fart trying to do?" Gugu Eagle tilted her head, her face full of confusion.

Beside her, Devil Muscle Thor, as a seasoned veteran, saw through the trick at a glance.

"Idiot! He's trying to give himself extra scenes to whitewash his reputation!"

Devil Muscle Thor mocked,

"His gun isn't even loaded, and he's putting on a show as a tragic commander ready to die for the cause!"

After saying that.

Devil Muscle Thor rushed over in a few steps, slapped the sidearm out of Commander Du Long's hand, and then with a rough grapple, pressed the high-and-mighty noble commander onto the metal floor.

Commander Du Long, pressed to the floor, although his face was against the cold ground.

But the expression deep in his eyes had relaxed significantly, as if a weight had been lifted.

"Sigh!"

Commander Du Long let out a long sigh, and said loudly in a tone filled with regret and helpless tragedy,

"These enemies... are simply too powerful! It is not a failure of strategy! Losing to you, I am not ashamed!"

Hearing this sentence.

The adjutant standing to the side was stunned for a moment, his brain spinning a few times before he finally realized what was going on.

"Brilliant! This is absolutely brilliant!"

The adjutant mentally gave a huge thumbs up to Commander Du Long,

"As expected of the Supreme Commander! This bitter-meat trick not only washes away the incompetence of the defeat. Even if he goes to court after returning, everyone will have to remember his kindness and help him absolve his guilt!"

As the flagship command center was wiped out by the Scourge Legion.

This boarding battle quickly entered its final phase.

Due to the loss of tactical coordination from the Supreme Command, the remaining Mobius ships were in chaos like headless flies.

Some saw that the situation was bad and turned around to start their engines and run;

Some still wanted to make a last-ditch struggle, attempting to approach the orbit of the Outpost Planet to conduct shelling.

Of course, this sporadic resistance did not succeed, because they discovered in despair that hundreds of massive starships had appeared in low orbit without them knowing when.

This battle.

In order to complete the boarding plan.

A large number of players died from lack of oxygen in the vacuum, or were riddled with holes by close-in defense guns during the charge.

The overall combat casualty rate was very exaggerated.

But the The Fourth Calamity could, after all, respawn infinitely.

After the 24-hour cooldown period, they would be lively heroes on the wasteland again!

As for the Mobius Defense Force, the losses could be described as bone-shattering.

Except for a few hundred small armed shuttles cruising on the periphery that ran away quickly when they saw the situation.

The core of the fleet, those nearly a hundred heavy defense boats and hundreds of modified gunboats, were basically all successfully boarded and controlled by the players.

Under the unified command of the Fire Seed Shelter's surface anti-aircraft radar, this massive fleet began to slowly descend onto the wasteland on the periphery of the Shelter's surface camp.

...

In the wild wasteland dozens of kilometers south of the Fire Seed Shelter.

This place had now turned into a super-large construction site.

More than five thousand Mobius Defense Force soldiers were currently wearing uniform gray prison clothes, operating engineering machinery on the construction site, and were busy building an asphalt road connecting the major towns.

The road-building process was simple: first, dig up the ground and fill it with large gravel for the base. Then, use machines to compact the fine gravel, and finally, lay down smooth cement.

This kind of hard labor on the construction site was usually very tiring.

But strangely, this group of prisoners of war, who should have been full of resentment, were unusually energetic when working!

"Work faster, work faster! Only one more hour until we get off work!"

A prisoner pushing a cement cart wiped his sweat and shouted excitedly to his companion,

"Guess what delicious food the cafeteria is making tonight?"

The companion swallowed his saliva:

"I hope it's that thing called Dumpling! That thing has meat wrapped inside, and one bite down, it's simply too delicious!"

As the highest-ranking officer of this batch of prisoners of war, Colonel Andrei also entered the labor reform camp, but his status remained that of an ordinary convict.

Originally, the native foreman responsible for supervision, considering that he was older and used to be an official.

Specially arranged for him to do light work like counting logistics.

As a result, the old man had a stubborn temper and felt that this was insulting the dignity of his Astra Militarum, so he insisted on grabbing the heavy work of carrying cement at the construction site.

But after all, he had rich military engineering experience. After only a few days of work, his efficient command and scheduling ability were displayed. He was directly promoted by the foreman to be an assistant, responsible for managing half of the construction section.

Colonel Andrei looked at the cement road surface that had just been flattened by the machine and nodded with satisfaction.

He walked to the water bucket on the side to wash his hands.

He looked up at the darkening sky.

This veteran who once crawled out of a pile of dead people, the thing he looked forward to most at this moment was the upcoming construction site dinner.

As an Astra Militarum veteran who once bled and sweated for the Empire, Colonel Andrei.

The best food he had ever eaten was only the special compressed biscuits and tasteless nutrient paste issued by the quartermaster's office.

Even if he had performed meritorious service, he had no qualifications to sit at a noble's table to taste natural food.

However, in this prisoner-of-war labor camp, which the Governor called a barbaric garbage dump.

He, a defeated prisoner.

After finishing work every day, he could actually eat his fill of various unimaginable delicacies!

Things like flatbread rolls wrapped with roasted meat, big pot stew with various vegetables and meat slices, and even those small, exquisite, tender, and juicy Dumpling and steamed buns!

These various, unheard-of delicacies.

Colonel Andrei dared to bet his head that even those vampire nobles of House Rofis had definitely never eaten such good things!

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The half-shell of a shell casing hanging on an iron frame was struck, which was the signal to get off work.

The crowd let out a cheer and immediately began to tidy up their tools and return to the camp in an orderly manner.

They unloaded their heavy equipment, lined up to wash their hands, and then, holding their respective lunch boxes, lined up neatly at the cafeteria's serving window.

Colonel Andrei stood in line and smelled a rich meaty aroma from afar that he couldn't resist.

The fragrance permeated the entire camp along with the steam rising from the steamer.

Colonel Andrei's saliva secreted crazily, he stretched his neck, standing on tiptoe to see what delicious food the cafeteria had made today.

After waiting for a while, it was finally his turn.

Behind the serving window stood a warrior (a Life-class player chef).

The player took out a round, fluffy, white, yeast-risen bun that looked like it had been baked from the steamer.

Then he used a knife to cut an opening in the middle.

Immediately after, he scooped up a large spoonful of tender, stewed minced meat from the large pot of rich brown soup rolling beside him, and stuffed it into the bun without hesitation.

"Brother, here you go. Hold it tight, don't get burned." The player handed the food to Colonel Andrei.

Colonel Andrei took the hot food with both hands and asked curiously: "What is the name of this food?"

The player looked at the weather-beaten NPC uncle and replied:

"This is called Roujiamo."

"Roujiamo?"

Colonel Andrei naturally couldn't understand the transliteration of the Chinese.

He carefully held the food, walked to the open space to the side, squatted down, opened his mouth wide, and took a big bite!

At that moment, Colonel Andrei's eyes lit up!

The slightly crispy white bread had a faint, sweet wheat aroma.

Coupled with the minced meat inside, which was stewed with secret spices and melted in the mouth.

The mellow meat juice instantly exploded in his mouth!

The two completely different textures mixed together, so delicious that one would want to swallow their own tongue!

After finishing the Roujiamo in a few bites.

Colonel Andrei still felt unsatisfied, licked the meat juice off his fingers, ran back to the window to line up, got a large bowl of hot egg drop soup, and drank it with satisfaction.

Just when everyone was full and resting against the wall.

The native foreman in charge of this construction site walked over with a large loudspeaker.

"Everyone quiet down! Listen to me!"

The foreman announced loudly,

"Received orders from the Alliance Supreme Command! The mandatory labor reform period for your group has officially ended today!"