Although it was in an extremely unfavorable situation, with the efforts of the commander of the tau fleet, the surviving hero-class cruisers quickly gathered into groups of three or five. When they could not aim at the opponent with the front gravity catapult and electromagnetic rail turret, they tried to concentrate on using the side missile launching compartment and a pair of ion turrets to visually shoot at the enemy.
However, such firepower is too weak and the hit rate is even more low. However, the overly conservative power design and engine system of the Hero-class cruisers made them unable to gain an advantage in competing for the advantage of the shooting position with the Ada ship. In fact, it was because they had been trying hard to turn to the head of the ship against the enemy, but the Ada fleet was divided into three parts, making each ship one to the left and the other to the right, causing chaos in the entire fleet formation.
In this case, in order to allow the hero-level to last longer, the Defender-level frigate chose to push the engine to its limit and rushed directly towards the Aida ship!
"For the best and good way! For the best and good way,"
After every shout, the channel was completely silent. The commander of the Feng clan of Delmara's guarding fleet stood in the podium, gritting his teeth, and the railings he held with his hands had long turned into a mess.
Although there were no tears on his face at this moment, his heart was bleeding. He was all comrades and subordinates who had been with him for many years. After shouting again and again, he rushed towards the enemy without hesitation, and then bright flowers would bloom in the void.
"Why! Why can't our weapons hit them!"
A voice with despair pulled him back to reality, and he looked down at the bottom of the podium, a young Feng clan, wearing a technical suit, desperately smashed his fist on the electronic panel he had cherished in the past.
"Calm down, my child."
The commander of the tau fleet used calm words to appease his son's desperate mood.
"Father! I don't understand! What's going on!"
The young Feng clan cried while constantly slashing the cracked screen with his hands, and light blue tears fell on the screen.
"All parameters have not been approved for consistent one time! It seems that they are maneuvering horizontally and vertically at a distance of tens of thousands of meters every millisecond! This is impossible! It is absolutely impossible! No starship can move in this mode! What's more, our fire control equipment and aiming system have not detected any interference! But we didn't even hit the enemy with one shot from beginning to end! It's not that I can't accept failure, but why did we lose so badly! I'm so cowardly! My heart is bleeding when I lose!"
"Do you know why?"
Hearing his father's voice, the newly grown boy turned around suddenly.
"Why?"
He lowered his head and stared at his son's confused and tearful eyes, and replied calmly:
"Because we are too weak and too backward."
"Father, maybe..."
"There is no other reason, only one reason."
As he said that, he raised his head and watched a hero-class cruiser blown into pieces not far away through the huge observation window.
"But that doesn't matter. Our clan never fears defeat. When our ancestors first encountered the cruel Door's Empire (Human Empire), they encountered a more painful defeat than they are now. The Battle of Hayjas lost almost all military ships. We lost a great ether in the Battle of Lizeshi. However, our clan fell again and again and again and again, we learned from the enemy, imitated their war art, developed new warships, and continuously narrowed the gap between each other. Finally, even when the Zerg invaded, we could compete with the Door's invading fleet without falling behind!"
Many people, including the technicians of the Tu clan, also turned their heads to look at their commanders and captains, motivated by his words.
"...There are many races in the Milky Way that are older than us. Many of their technologies are far more developed than ours. Their military power may be much stronger than ours, but the Supreme Good Deed has given us eternal and unremitting motivation! If you fall behind, learn! Use your opponent's knowledge and lessons to enrich and arm yourself! It can be shamed, but you must never despair! Because our ancestors were never discouraged even in more desperate moments! These enemies have technologies that we cannot understand, so what? They have ancient history, so what? No matter how bright the sunset is, it will eventually be replaced by the rising sun! As long as you continue to imitate, study, and learn, one day, today's shame, the Supreme Good Deed will be asked for back from them!"
After saying that, he seemed to have made up some determination.
"We not only need to slow down our opponents, we also need to know as much as possible... Pass my orders, collect all combat data, and transmit them to Huze. At the same time, all Tu clan members and Water clan members who are intermediate and below also enter the lifesaving pole and launch them at Huze."
"Father! I won't leave!"
"This is an order."
Then he calmed down his tone.
"This order is not because you are my son, but because you are hope and the future. Remember everything you see today, the enemy's combat method, the enemy's command style, and the weaknesses we have exposed, firmly engraved in our minds, and then survive and find ways to change, even if it is just a little bit of your own role, and then pass it on to your descendants. As long as the best and bloodline are not cut off, one day, no matter how powerful the enemy is, we will definitely catch up!"
At some point, his eyes softened a little, but soon he regained the perseverance of the soldiers.
"Let's go, while it's still time."
Just as his child was about to say something, the guards on the side had already set him up and walked out of the bridge. The remaining young Tu and Water clan members also packed up their things and began to evacuate.
"Open the data link and keep the ship damage records transmitted to Huze in time, and be prepared to throw data beacons."
The tau commander then issued an order to the remaining fleet, which was also divided into three parts, which meant that they had lost the ability to resist in groups.
And what we get is a desperate attempt.
"Maximum speed, let us get as close as possible! Get close! Get closer! All ships, for Ke'shan! for the best way of goodness!"
Soon, the tau fleet divided into three strands rushed towards the Aida fleet in an almost straight posture and tried to shoot at the other side.
"Not bad, they didn't choose to die together like cowards, but chose to die like a warrior!"
In the magnificent bridge of the Slayer, full of ancient Aida's characteristic arches and domes, Carmustine, holding a dragon halberd and half-armored armor and robe, showed a satisfied smile.
Then he raised the command halberd in his hand and pointed straight ahead.
"All ships obey orders, release all firepower, and give them a destructive ending that matches the identity of a warrior! And tell these tragic inferior races that the majesty of governing the 60 million-year-old powerful clans of the Galaxy is not something they can offend!"
The next moment, the Aida ship really started the full firepower mode, especially the projection of a large number of crushing force field missiles. This is an extremely unique anti-shield system missile, which contains two separate detonation cores. When blasting, the first core absorbs all the energy within its range, or disintegrates the structure of the enemy shield, and follows closely. When the second core hits the target, it releases a strong vibration field to shock the target into fragments.
Chapter completed!