The moment the Ancient Bell was attacked, Xu Le knew about it. The warning message of the Federal Central Computer flashed in his left eye. At that moment, his left eye seemed to turn red, making him feel annoyed and cold.
He pushed open the cabin door and ran to the central control room of the transport ship. He shouted anxiously, "Contact the Ancient Bell!"
The federal officers in the central control cabin didn't know what had happened to make Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le so anxious. They looked at him in bewilderment, their hands moving a little slower.
"What the f * ck are you waiting for!" Xu Le roared angrily, "Find the navigation map of the Ancient Bell and chase after it!"
In the transport ship, besides the captain, Xu Le's deputy had the highest military rank. However, when he asked to change the navigation route for no reason, the officers who were driving the ship did not dare to follow his order immediately. They all looked at the captain beside the porthole.
The captain with black curly hair frowned slightly and asked, "Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le, what happened?"
At this time, Xu Le did not consider that saying that the Ancient Bell was attacked would expose the mysterious connection between him and the Federal Central Computer. He quickly said, "The Ancient Bell …"
A beep sound interrupted his words. The communication officer of the warship stood up in shock and said with a trembling voice, "Received a level one emergency signal … The Ancient Bell was attacked!"
This news made all the officers in the central control room of the warship stand up in shock. The black-haired captain looked at the communication officer in disbelief. His voice was slightly distorted as he said, "Verify the situation immediately."
The situation did not need to be verified because the anxious and painful voice of the officers on the Ancient Bell could be clearly heard from the other end of the interstellar communication. They could also faintly hear the dull sound of an explosion.
All the officers and soldiers in the transport ship froze for a moment at this moment. Then, they spread out and quickly sent the information to the space base behind according to the fixed procedure. At the same time, they confirmed the location of the Ancient Bell.
The officers and soldiers of the Federation forcibly suppressed the shock in their hearts and carried on with their work. However, their ears were nervously listening to the sound coming from the front.
The fleet of the Empire that ambushed the Ancient Bell? The fleet of the Empire could quietly pass through the space channel? There were spies from the Empire within the Federation and the West Woods?
In the spacious control room of the battleship, because of the accurate information sent back by the Ancient Bell, which was in the middle of a fierce battle, there was dead silence.
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"Is Xu Le here?"
The deep and calm voice of a middle-aged man came from the communication system. The black-haired captain and some of the officers recognized who this voice belonged to. Thinking that he was surrounded by a fleet, they could not help but panic.
Knowing that he was still alive, at least at this moment, Xu Le gently clenched his fist, took two steps forward, and said into the communication system with a trembling voice, "Commander, I'm here."
"Help me take care of the fireworks."
Xu Le clenched his fists even tighter when he heard this sentence. He felt a strong sense of foreboding. He really didn't want to answer this sentence, but after two deep breaths, he only paused for a moment before seriously and simply replying, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
"… Yes."
The communication with the Ancient Bell was cut off at this moment. The officers and soldiers on the sinking ship waited nervously for a long time, but they did not hear any sound from the front.
Xu Le finally confirmed that it was probably the last time he heard the tiger's voice. After a moment of silence, he narrowed his eyes, lowered his head slightly and said to the captain, "When can the second level of acceleration be completed?"
"At least an hour, the load of the transport ship is too heavy … The most important thing is that the Ancient Bell is too far away from us. At full speed, it will take at least five days."
The black-haired captain replied with a heavy expression, "It's too late."
Xu Le raised his wrist and looked at the mission manual on his phone screen. He whispered a few words into the communication system, then raised his head and said, "I know that there is a triwing ship used by the Bureau of Proclamation in the battleship. It was supposed to be sent to the forward base, but I want to use it temporarily."
The black-haired captain immediately understood what he wanted to do. His expression became more serious as he said, "The triwing ship is indeed the fastest aircraft in the Federation, but it will take at least 30 hours to reach the location where the Ancient Bell was attacked. Even if you go … you can't change anything."
At this moment, Bai Yulan, Xiong Linquan, and the rest of the members of Group 7 had arrived outside the central control room of the battleship. They received Xu Le's group communication and left their respective combat units without hesitation to gather.
The captain glanced at the officers who were preparing their weapons outside the cabin and noticed the depressed and frustrated expression of the officers in the room. He said with a painful expression, "Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le, you have to know what you are doing. Wake up, it's too late! I am responsible for your safety and the safety of these soldiers. "
Xu Le walked out of the control room and took the small black box from Bai Yulan. He said without turning his head, "But someone has to be responsible for the safety of the Ancient Bell."
The high-speed triwing ship needed seven minutes to prepare for its departure.
In this short period of time, the members of Team 7 knew what was happening in front of them. Shocked, their faces became incomparably grave. They quickly prepared for battle, moving several MX and one MXT mecha from the sinking ship's warehouse into the tri-winged ship.
All the members walked into the ship. The last one was Xu Le who was carrying the small black box.
"The information of the attack on the Ancient Bell is still being verified. The base has already informed the Department of National Defense. We are waiting for instructions from our superiors."
The black-haired captain looked at his back and said with a hint of sadness, "It's too late. Why do you want to go and take a look?"
"I won't be satisfied if I don't take a look." Xu Le pressed the button to close the cabin door.
Looking at the heavy cabin door that was gradually closing, the black-haired captain shouted with a complicated expression, "I won't send a single person to you!"
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The light triwing ship had a very small yield level. According to the requirements of the Bureau of Proclamation, it was specially developed to set up a net. It could accurately release the signal catcher at high speed. During the investigation of the Macklin Project, Lin Banshan was able to rush from S1 to Bermuda in a very short period of time because of this modified triwing ship.
The light gray small ship slowly separated from the huge sinking ship. The engine at the back of the ship suddenly spewed out several streams of light. The ship instantly accelerated to the maximum speed and also turned into a stream of light, disappearing into the quiet universe.
Once started, the triwing ship entered the maximum speed. There were not many people in the Federal military who knew how to operate this kind of high-speed ship, and even fewer people who could perform the fastest speed of the triwing ship.
Liu Jiao might be able to operate this kind of ship, but he was transferred to the 17th Division after being seriously injured. At this time, he was not on the ship. The son of the governor, Da Vinci, only knew how to drive and had no knowledge of aircraft.
The sinker transport ship did not provide a navigation support team to Group Seven, and it did not even send a battleship auxiliary officer to them. Originally, this three-winged clipper would have turned into a rock in the universe, but fortunately, Jian Shui'er had always been by Xu Le's side.
The national girl who studied in the Warship Command Department of the First Military Academy finally showed another side of her that was different from the star idol. Wearing a military uniform without epaulets, she sat quietly in the control chair and issued clear orders to control the high-speed triwing ship. She kept breaking speed values one after another.
Xu Le glanced at her silhouette and her shoulder-length black hair before burying her head again.
In the next dozens of hours, he and his team members kept silent. There seemed to be no other way to ease the tension and depression in their hearts.
At some point, the triwing light battleship, with the secret help of the Federal Central Computer, intercepted a video signal sent by the Ancient Bell to S1. Everyone looked at the ghost-like fleet of the Empire in the video, and the tragic scenes of the battle, and their mood became heavier.
Jian Shui 'er gently moved the spherical control panel with her delicate right hand, and the three-dimensional star map condensed by pure light in the cockpit slowly rotated. She simply tied her black hair behind her head and forcibly suppressed the faint sadness that she felt when watching those scenes. She continued to focus on controlling the ship.
Bai Yulan and the others began to check the mecha again. They knew very well that they would not be able to rescue the Ancient Bell in time. The distance between the two sides was too far, and there was no hope. However, just like what the young leader thought, they wanted to verify the news with their own eyes.
Xu Le squinted his eyes and looked at the three-dimensional star map ball beside Jian Shui 'er. He suddenly turned around and walked back to his room. He said to the air in a low voice, "Find that fleet of the Empire, I don't want them to escape."
"According to the information and relevant calculations, that fleet should have at least 30 battleships left. Although their speed is much slower than the triwing light battleship, it is impossible for you to destroy them."
A line of white words appeared in his left eye from the Federal Central Computer. "Also, they are too close to the space channel. If they have the ability to come here, they must have the ability to go back at any time. It will be very difficult to catch up with them."
"The most important thing is that the Charter Network has always had gaps in the dark areas in space. The Empire's fleet should be hiding in these narrow channels."
"The dark areas that you can't see are the routes they took. I only need a rough estimate." Xu Le acted as if he did not hear the analysis of the central computer. He clenched his fist and said, "Find them."
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In the quiet black universe, there were metallic wreckages floating. In the distance, some deformed bodies of the Federation soldiers could be seen colliding with the parts of the battleship and slowly disappearing into the depths of space. After the violent explosion, the Ancient Bell had become countless pieces of scattered structure. The traces of burnt and melted metal on the battleship proved the tragedy of the battle a few days ago.
The triwing light battleship reduced its speed for the first time. It slowly and carefully flew past the edge of the dense debris. Xu Le and the members of Group 7 who were behind the porthole were speechless when they saw this scene.
The space was filled with the smell of tragedy and sadness.
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(Hearing the curses, I can only accept it sincerely and continue to write the book diligently. I will not let down the tiger nor the bird. I will write this story well.
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