Ongoing raids by electronic warplanes had hit the RS fleet hard.
Most cases, such as an ambush by just a few aircraft, would not have had much of a consequence if it had been the case. But the blow of abandonment unleashed without thinking later was powerful, at least to the extent of taking a ship the same size on the road.
"Enemy platoon silence. Allied cruiser, RS-44, contact from the same 48 has been interrupted. Beacon reaction available. It seems the communications system has lost it, Mr. Taylor."
Discussion between normal ships and much more expensive electronic warplanes. It is also an electronic warplane that is physically hit by normal ships whose ability to relay battles is only lost electronically, as opposed to both the crew and the others. Generally speaking, it can also be considered a defeat on the side using electronic warplanes.
"I hope the life-support device relationship is safe...... do you see him escaping?
"It's a denial, Mr. Taylor. Sounds like we need to get the collector on the way."
"Damn, you'll make it...... how many ships is this?
62 ships, Mr. Taylor.
"Rokuju... let's not ask"
Unfortunately, however, the weight of one ship varied between the two sides. Considering not the absolute value of the ship or crew, but the ratio of the fleet to its battle power, this was clearly a poor portion of the RS fleet side.
"Sometimes, Mr. Taylor. I have good news and bad news, which do you want to start with?
Xiaomei, who had dealt with Taro on the bridge of Battleship Plum earlier, said as she realized. Marr is currently dormant, and Etta says he's totally into the world of dreams, so the bridge was rarely alone.
"I don't think there's any worse news than the fact that 30% of the fleet's battle power has been cut. I wouldn't be surprised to hear anything. Bad first."
On the captain's seat, blurry and tall with a bitter face. The radar screen at the end of the eye had been updated with indications of successive arrivals of their own ships that had finished overdrive.
"Got it, Mr. Taylor. It appears, therefore, that a fixed point observation team has confirmed the enemy reinforcements. It is separate from the separated fleet. The observation team has sent a message with" President, Gamba. "
"Oh, seriously. I guess the one Mr. Dean was holding my head against. Gumbat, this is in light shape again... how much? One fleet? Two fleets?
"Ten fleets. They say it's about 500 ships."
"I thought one legion was coming! It's too light, isn't it, observation team? These guys are growing grass!
"It should be noted that the official aircraft carrier appeared to have been confirmed during the reinforcements. He doesn't seem willing to leave his army in the center of the empire, so he probably even made inviolability pacts with perimeter and deadline."
"Whoa, how rich are you, mercenary? I guess I made a little money from the Wind Crisis......... us too. But an aircraft carrier strike fleet? I can't help it, I'll have to use my wife's hand too."
"No matter how many times you open and close the side table drawers, there's no time machine there, Mr. Taylor. To be honest, it's very creepy to watch."
"No, no, he said there definitely is. He said it was worth a try............... and by the way, what's the news for the better?
"Yes, the assistant manager of the Accounting Division said you had a child. He says he's a healthy boy."
"Oh, congratulations! But that news doesn't have to be right now! Now you're messing with me!
Taro falls to collapse from the seat. When he burst on the floor, he eventually stretched his limbs firmly and stopped moving.
"By the way, if it's bad news, there's more. The council is sitting back in the war. Maybe we can't fight guerrillas after the defeat."
Taro squeaks as he stares at the ceiling. After a while Xiao Mei walked in and stopped by Taro's side.
"Sounds like it. But it's more than likely that the enemy's aim is that facility, they won't even come after the territory in the first place. It's supposed to be?
"Well. But I feel totally cornered. The next match is a virtual showdown."
"Yeah, Mr. Taylor. Wasn't that supposed to happen?
"No, no, yeah, but come on. But when I recognize that again, I'm pretty shocked. And that's..."
Taro stood up normally rubbing his aching head as he failed to get up in the neck spring exhaling "Phew."
"It's about to start now, even more so."
To the radar screen, Taro pointing his thumb at it with a small grin. Xiao Mei's gaze points toward you and captures the Delta point where the RS fleet is located. A cruiser after the last drive cursorily joined the fleet, changing its orientation as much as possible as the last wall of the road to the facility.
"If you're going to decide, make the jump a success, too, Mr. Taylor. By the way, there's nothing really good news. The estimated time and current time of the operation delta jungle are almost linked."
Xiao Mei said as she stared away somewhere. And Taro just replied, "I know," and activated the alert function with BISHOP to wake up the marl in his sleep.
"Linkage, still maintains just over 80%. Two minutes and 33 seconds left until the scheduled drive-out time. After the arrival of Samatha and the advance infiltration fleet, the main unit, including this ship, will enter in approximately one minute."
A man who just became Deputy Chief Commander of the Mercenaries just a few decades ago fires a mobile device sideways. Etta, relaxing in the captain's seat, far from being used for combat, responded by raising her hand.
"Still no contact with Admiral Sodo?
A grumpy Etta voice. "Unfortunately," replies the spine-stretched deputy.
"The frequency of updates has slowly decreased, so it's probably something traveling the route away from here. Isn't he turning down the enemy's way out?"
Etta laughs so much at the deputy's report.
"That's not bad. The less survival this war has, the more convenient it will be......... come on, it's time. Let's have fun. The split fleet will rendezvous in a few hours, and reinforcements will arrive in the next few hours. Don't rush, just relax."
When Etta said so, she got a cup with water and poured some tablets down her throat. It was a strong side effect medicine, but it never bothered me. She thought the next would be the last clash.
"Oh.................. good feeling. Your vision will be clear."
Vision dyed in polar colors. The flow of BISHOP communications swirls everywhere on the ship, pushing the information of the near future, unnecessarily or unnecessarily to Etta. those I usually find slight, but now I was comfortable. Because I was able to decipher even any information.
"Ten seconds to drive out. Nine... eight..."
Close and distant, the deputy's voice reaches the blurred ear of Etta. Unlike BISHOP, she felt a strong weakness in the information and communication medium called voice, which can only convey current information.
"3... 2... 1... Drive Out"
The runoff of the particles that were visible outside the ship subsides and the tranquility comes. Etta confirmed in a corner of her consciousness that the sailors would do all sorts of enemies and things she needed after the drive out.
"Enemy fleet assembled in the front direction. No large celestial bodies. It should be noted that we have captured a large number of debris with optical sensors in relatively close proximity. Is it a small debris belt... considering the location, I find it hard to think of a post-battle wreck"
The deputy squeals anxiously. When Etta exhales "ho," she quickly checks the radar's list of enemy results. A notation on the list showing more than 100,000 debris. Part of it was in a pretty nasty place.
"............ I see. It's a critical distance, not to disturb the drive out. Well calculated. Five grand or so."
Etta laughed at her mouth when she admired it that way like some other HR.
I mean, they ate a cup.
Etta was most likely convinced of that when she thought of some possible possibilities. That is, that your abilities are known to the other person.
"Hehe, well fine. Now it's finally funny. Maybe you can say that."
Etta liked the feeling of critical tension. The management of the company also preferred to adopt an erudite policy, and has succeeded in most of that. Sometimes they fail, but I thought such defeats were spices to make the taste of victory even better.
"That girl said it was stupid to enjoy the war, but I don't think so. Whether you enjoy it or not, what you do is with you. If you don't enjoy it, it's just a loss."
When Etta muttered so to herself, she turned her gaze to the side and turned to her temporary sister, who stood anxiously.
"Come on, Tetta. Come here. I need your help... yes, more heads."
Etta adjusted her head position so that her BISHOP communication looked good as she held Tetta, who ran over with a smile.
"There are so many debris coming this way. Let's go for it. I want you to capture them and identify more and more coordinates. You don't have to do anything difficult. That's all I need."
When Etta said so, she gently mouthed that it was a change of awareness and smiled at Tetta, who floated with joy.
"Over there manipulates a large number of warheads with BISHOP. I read it and intercept it. It's really simple. Excellent. We know each other's abilities and there's no room for ingenuity or oddity, really simple power comparisons. Win if you read the future together and look ahead. Oh, that's lovely! This is what battles are for!
Etta feels an unspeakable excitement and twists her body. She abruptly erased the grin she had been floating when she devoured so much comfort that even the peak could be reached.
"Come on, come. I'll remind you how much I am."