Chapter 478 Surrender? Let Qin Hu Tell Me Personally
T4 Star Emperor Class Medium Aircraft Carrier Starship·Bridge
Qin Hu collapsed and looked at the electronic screen in front of him, which represented the information data of the 20,000 interstellar battleships he led.
At this moment, half of the 20,000 interstellar battleships above have turned gray.
They have been reduced to debris and garbage in this starry universe.
The remaining 10,000 interstellar battleships are all flashing red, which means that the ship is under attack.
Wherever Qin Hu looked, he could see the icon of an interstellar battleship turning gray almost every second.
He fell down on the captain's chair in despair.
"Your Highness, the current situation...the number of enemy star fleets exceeds what we know.
So I suggest... we break out and evacuate immediately!
No matter what, your life safety is the most important thing." An adjutant looked at the third prince.
Qin Hu covered his eyes, his arms trembling constantly.
His emotions are very complicated now.
Anger? Reluctance? Shame? Doubt?......
All kinds of emotions filled his mind, making him feel like everything in front of him was a dream.
For a few seconds, he really imagined that all this was just a dream, and it was not true.
But the intelligence news that friendly ships were destroyed kept coming to his ears, which made him understand.
This is all true!
All this is true.
That damn Zhao Chen actually owns three thousand T3-class interstellar battleships.
This bastard!
This shameless guy!
He actually hid his strength, if he hadn't hidden his strength.
I would never suffer a loss here and face this situation.
This despicable bastard!
"Break out! Break out immediately!" Qin Hu gritted his teeth and sat on the captain's chair. He had already thought of a revenge plan in his mind.
It doesn't matter that he failed this time.
After he returned, he asked his brother for more star battleships.
If 20,000 ships are not enough, then 50,000 ships!
If 50,000 ships are not enough, then 100,000 ships will be needed!
He, Qin Hu, must destroy the entire Xiaolong Galaxy. He will bomb the planet in the low-Earth orbit of the Xiaolong main star and turn the Zhao family's planet into ruins.
Qin Hu's eyes were bloodshot, and he was already a little crazy inside at this moment.
When the adjutant next to him saw this scene, he also knew in his heart that the third prince Qin Hu was now a little possessed. As the emperor's favored son, he fell into trouble one after another at the hands of this guy Zhao Chen.
Zhao Chen was no longer the inner demon in the heart of the third prince, but became almost a nightmare.
If Zhao Chen is not killed, it will not be long before the third prince's temperament changes drastically and his emotions lose control.
The adjutant sighed and looked at the interstellar battlefield in front of him.
Not only the third prince, but also senior sergeants like them did not expect that this interstellar battle would actually develop into this situation.
The strength shown by the Xiaolong Legion slapped everyone in the face.
The sound of this slap could be clearly heard by the entire Xingyao Empire.
The adjutant began to organize a breakout.
Time passed little by little.
The number of the Third Prince's fleet also dropped sharply from the initial 20,000 ships to 10,000 ships, and then to 5,000 ships.
As the circle of T3 Triceratops-class interstellar heavy-armed assault frigates narrowed, the five thousand ships gradually turned into three thousand ships... two thousand ships... one thousand ships...
In the end, the Third Prince's fleet's several plans to break out of the encirclement failed.
Every time they try to break through, the T3 Blizzard-class light interstellar battlecruiser and the T3 Wind Eagle-class medium interstellar cruiser will rush to help and directly intercept the Third Prince's fleet trying to break through.
As the number of star battleships decreases, the possibility of breakout becomes smaller and smaller.
What's more, the Xiaolong Legion also holds a sharp weapon in its hands, the T3-class interstellar missile ship!
More than two hours have passed since the last round of interstellar missile attacks.
No matter how slow it is, the interstellar missile supply work should be completed.
Therefore, the officers of the Third Prince's fleet knew very well that they had no hope of breaking out and escaping now.
Maybe...they only have one choice.
The flagship adjutant walked to the captain's chair again. He looked at the third prince who looked ashen, and he was still immersed in the failure of this battle.
The adjutant knew that disturbing the third prince at this time was a very bad choice.
But for the remaining one thousand star battleships, he had no choice.
"Your Highness." The adjutant called softly.
Qin Hu raised his head in a daze and looked at his adjutant.
The adjutant lowered his head and said: "Your Highness, the enemy's encirclement is very strong, and we have failed to break through several times.
Now we have less than a thousand star battleships left.
These include two T4 Star Emperor-class medium-sized aircraft carrier starships and one T4 Borei-class heavy star battleship, as well as one hundred T3-class star battleships and less than a thousand T2-class star battleships.
The situation of these star battleships is not optimistic either.
If we continue to fight, we will be completely wiped out by the Xiaolong Legion within an hour."
The adjutant paused here, and looked at Qin Hu with complicated eyes: "Considering the safety of your life, Third Prince.
We believe the only option now...is to surrender.
No matter how courageous Zhao Chen is, he will not dare to attack your ship again after you surrender.
Afterwards, as long as the princes exert pressure, you can regain your freedom."
"You...ask me to surrender! Surrender to that Zhao Chen!" Qin Hu looked at his adjutant with an expression as if he had eaten shit.
The adjutant knelt down directly on one knee: "I know that such behavior is shameful and brings shame to you.
However, your Highness, please consider the overall situation. It is a small matter for us, including these one thousand star battleships, to be destroyed and fall.
None of us are worth your life!
So, surrender for now and ensure your safety.
As the saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you won’t have to worry about running out of firewood!
As long as His Highness regains his freedom and reorganizes the fleet, he will personally lead 50,000 or 100,000 interstellar battleships to the Xiaolong Galaxy again.
You can avenge your shame!
The founding emperor of the Xingyao Empire once said that it doesn't matter how many battles you lose, as long as you can win the last battle.
Then you are the ultimate winner!"
Qin Hu listened to the lieutenant's words. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly. His fingertips had pierced his palms and blood flowed out.
"...Okay...surrender to the Xiaolong Legion..."
Finally, Qin Hu issued the order to surrender.
The adjutant was overjoyed, but didn't show anything on his face.
He immediately asked the communications crew to issue a surrender announcement to the Xiaolong Legion, and at the same time ordered all the star battleships in the Third Prince's fleet to stop attacking and be ready to shut down the starship engines at any time.
surrender?
I never thought that one day I would surrender to the guy who stole my fiancée.
Qin Hu was sitting on the captain's chair, looking as if he was a lost dog.
But soon, a pair of military boots appeared in front of him again.
Qin Hu raised his head and looked at the adjutant with a complicated expression.
"That bastard Zhao Chen, have you accepted our surrender?"
The adjutant hesitated for a while and then said slowly: "Zhao Chen, the commander of Xiaolong Legion, called back and said... that he wanted to surrender... so I asked you to tell him... in person..."
Qin Hu's entire face turned red, veins popped out on his neck, and he felt a surge of blood rushing to his head.
"Your Highness, please consider your life!" The adjutant knelt down on one knee again.
"Give me... receive Zhao Chen's communication!" Qin Hu gritted his teeth and spat out these words, as if he had spent his entire life's courage.