"Report! There's a situation!" an officer on the console in front of the porthole exclaimed.
The captain and fleet commander were shaking and moved to the huge porthole. In the dense hailstorm, they saw several gray-black things stuck to the armor of the space turret. The thing was not big, but it was on the white hull.
It seems particularly obvious.
"Are these spores?" the captain asked.
The technical officer called up the surveillance screen. It was indeed similar in size to the spores, but its appearance was smoother.
"This is a spore. It hits the armor at such a high speed. It's a miracle that it can maintain such integrity!" the staff officer exclaimed.
In just a few tens of seconds, as the vibrations gradually intensified, more and more black spores adhered to the armor of the space turret. They adhered to the white armor bit by bit, like spores thrown on a white wall.
A series of pen ink dots.
"Activate the close defense system and intercept the spores!" the captain ordered.
At several locations on the hull, small pieces of armor were opened, and several close-in defense guns were raised. They were still covered in thick armor, and the flying hail would not affect the work of the close-in defense guns.
When the technical officer entered the command for automatic interception at the operating console, several close-in defense cannons began to spin randomly like crazy. Occasionally, they spit out a string of shells, creating bursts of mist in the hail rain, and then stopped quickly.
, and so on.
"What's going on with the close-in defense cannon!" the captain asked sharply.
The technical officer worked on the keyboard in a panic for a while.
"Report Captain! The close-range anti-gun system is working normally. However, the hailstorm seriously interfered with the work of the fire control radar, and the radar could not find the target at all!"
The close-in defense guns were still spitting out tongues of fire sporadically, but not a single spore was intercepted. In this short period of time, less than half of the ship's hull was covered with spores. They came quickly and then became as steady as barnacles.
Stick firmly to the hull.
The captain looked at the fleet commander anxiously:
"Commander! We must immediately ascend to a higher orbit to avoid the hail rain. Then use robots to clean up these spores, although I don't know what they will do. But if we continue to stack weight on the battleship, in the hail rain and spores
Under the impact, our attitude-adjusting rocket will no longer be able to stabilize the orbital position and attitude of the fort!"
The fleet commander looked at the black patches still spreading on the hull and made up his mind:
"Order the combat spacecraft to evacuate immediately, the fleet to stop shooting, and increase the orbital altitude!"
The flashing blue light of the electromagnetic railgun dimmed, and the spacecraft began to slowly rise to a high orbit under the propulsion of the rocket booster. The heavy space turret and weak thrust made the entire orbit change process far less agile than that of a combat spacecraft.
But after all, it was out of the hail bombardment range.
The hailstorm subsided, and the view outside the porthole became clear again. The dense hail barely left any traces on the hard hull. In the distance, the glazed clouds that appeared due to the bombardment began to slowly dissipate.
"Look!" a technical officer shouted pointing out the porthole.
The spores caught in the hail rain did not cover the entire side armor of the ship as expected. Instead, they were piled up at both ends of the armor. It looked like two spores were born at both ends of the space turret's tilted armor.
A huge hornet's nest. And other space turrets that were already in a messy formation around them had almost identical things growing in the same position.
At this moment, two scarlet flames spurted out from the top of the two huge hornet's nests. The flames gradually lengthened, and then turned into a gem-like blue. After the flames stabilized, Mach cones began to appear!
"Oops! This is their bio-thrust rocket!" the staff officer exclaimed.
At the same time, the ship began to tilt. The abnormal posture alarm on the holographic projection also flashed.
"Adjust the attitude and turn on the engine at full speed to stabilize the attitude of the battleship!" the captain shouted.
"Both the attitude adjustment engine and the orbit maintenance engine have been fully turned on. There is not enough thrust to control the attitude of the warship! The tilt is still continuing!" the technical officer reported in a panic.
Ke Guohao's screen also flashed a high-load warning for the attitude control system, and he was about to report. His peripheral vision glanced at a bright light outside the porthole, and he subconsciously turned around to see a terrifying scene appear in front of him.
The "Zhiyuan", which was only 30 kilometers away, was flying towards them at an angle. Ke Guohao could clearly see that the rocket nozzles on its hull were spitting red flames hard, but it was still unable to resist the spores stacked up.
The blue flames ejected from the honeycomb. In space, the distance of 30 kilometers is no different from being side by side.
"The 'Zhiyuan' is about to hit us!" Ke Guohao shouted desperately.
The captain turned around and gave the order without thinking:
"Stop all thrust engines immediately! Immediately!"
The tilting trend of the ship's hull immediately became violent. If the people standing on the bridge were not holding on to the handrails, they would have been thrown to the ceiling by the sudden increase in acceleration.
The violently tilted hull avoided the fatal impact at the last moment when the sharp hull of the "Zhiyuan" twisted and rushed over. An edge of the rhombus-shaped hull of the "Zhiyuan" slid past the bridge. The crew members were completely
You can clearly see the rivets on the hull.
The angular lines of the ship's hull cut across the top armor of the main gun, and the splashing sparks illuminated the bridge red. The violent vibrations made it impossible for the magnetic simulation suit to attract people to the ground, and even more so for the people lying on the ground.
A rumbling scraping sound was heard through the floor.
The huge hull of the "Zhiyuan" finally slid over the bridge, and the captain immediately ordered:
"Start all engines and hold your posture as steady as possible!"
Just as the order was given, a hellish scene appeared in the almost upside-down porthole.
The "Zhiyuan" that had just passed by the "Zhenyuan" tilted and collided with the "King Kong" that was also twisting and struggling to fight against the spore engine. The sharp angular lines of the hull cut open like a hot knife cutting through cheese.
It hit the belly of the "King Kong" and then pulled out a bright red hole with sparks flying.
The indestructible main armor plate of the "Zhiyuan" twisted and deformed like a heated plastic plate, and the bright bridge lights went out in a flash. The "King Kong" that suffered the impact was broken into two pieces, with countless parts and astronauts
scattered into space.
The attitude-adjusting engine operating at full power slowed down the rolling trend of the "Zhenyuan", and the staggered crew struggled to return to their posts. Before they could take a breath, violent shocks threw them away again
After leaving his post, a burst of intense light came in through the slowly rotating porthole window.
The "Bismarck" and the "Hood" at the other end of the queue collided. The edge of the "Bismarck" pierced one of the "Hood"'s reactors, causing a violent explosion. The two space forts were blown into pieces.
Parts of different sizes, and large parts that burned red even affected the two space turrets next to them.
"Engine overload! System overheating! Insufficient fuel reserve" the AI alarm sounded on the radio.
The captain struggled to hold on to the armrests to stand up straight, and was about to give an order. The fleet commander, who also stood up with difficulty, said:
"If we turn off the engines, it will be useless even if we use up all the fuel. They will push us into deep space and will not stop until we can no longer return."
The captain looked at the remaining target progress bar that remained at 99.1%, punched the console hard, and could only give the order helplessly. The "Zhenyuan" was then propelled by the spore biological engine.
, began to accelerate and roll, falling into the deep space far away from the earth.
Humanity's first large-scale space battle suffered a disastrous defeat only 12 minutes after it started. What was left in space were only endless scattered debris and six space turrets that were coldly pushed into deep space and could not return. It was once thought that
The indestructible space fort is as fragile as a piece of paper.
As the glazed clouds completely dissipated, the gathered spore groups and broken ice belts returned to their smooth structural form. The artillery bombardment that had been prepared for 12 years and occupied the T-shaped head position did not seem to have happened at all.
The rolling torrent is still moving unstoppably towards the earth.