Chapter 86: Starting a War

"Okay, how do you perform?" Fang Mingwei immediately made a decision and asked immediately.

"Leave the souls of the warships and mechas to me, and I also need to use the control system of the thing above your head."

Fang Mingwei was slightly shocked. Douglas suddenly saw the importance of the little crown, and obviously he really had some ability.

"The warships and mechas on this spaceship can be called, but I can't command the troops of the old general Huamingtang.

"It doesn't matter, this spaceship, plus the five hundred Newman Blue Pine-class battleships in the spaceship, is enough."

"Five hundred? Are you sure. I have a thousand ships here." Fang Mingwei said suspiciously.

"I chose 500, which is enough." Douglas said slowly: "However, you must be mentally prepared. The loss rate of 500 warships is estimated to be more than 30%.

Fang Mingwei was extremely shocked. Before the fight started, this guy reached the conclusion of victory and inferred his own losses. If he hadn't thought of his name, he would have thought this was a nonsense charlatan.

"Okay, if you can really wipe out the opponent with five hundred Qingsong-class warships, then no matter what your requirements you have in the future, as long as I can, you will definitely be satisfied."

"Okay, now you let your fleet retreat."

Fang Mingwei suddenly remembered something and said, "We have a hostage in their hands, please wait for a moment."

Douglas was silent, obviously allowing this matter.

Fang Mingwei immediately opened his eyes, and a red light was imprinted in front of him. He was shocked and then he remembered that Kiko's soul was still by his side.

Without thinking, Fang Mingwei did not dare to put this guy together with the many souls in his brain.

Since obtaining the inheritance of the undead spirit, Fang Mingwei's eyes can see the soul in the void. Even Master Benfica, who has level 18 spiritual power, cannot do this. Sometimes Fang Mingwei even wonders whether his eyes are still a pair of human eyes.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid shouts pulled his consciousness back. Fang Mingwei smiled mockingly. At this time, he still had time to think about his eyes. Did he become extremely cold-blooded?

"Your Highness, are you okay?"

Fang Mingwei said to Hua Mingtang with a worried face: "It's okay, I'm fine. Where is your nephew, are you still alive?"

"I'm still alive, but the other party asked to call you before deciding whether to send Hua Jialin over."

"Conversation?" Fang Mingwei sneered and said, "Okay, take it."

"yes."

As the words fell, the big screen began to flicker. Fang Mingwei took a deep breath, and all the expressions on his face were restrained, and even his eyes became dull.

A trace of suspicion flashed in Abulimu's eyes and asked, "Your Highness, you are fine, right?" He also seemed to have a hint of concern in his tone. Indeed, although Abulimu was arrogant, he was still somewhat concerned about His Highness, the Prince of the Newman Empire, who was about to be upgraded.

If it was not necessary, he would not want to make a mortal hatred with this great man who obviously had imperial authority. Of course, in his thoughts, the dead people on the planet Srente were all ants, and it would be impossible to cause an indissoluble hatred between him and Fang Mingwei.

Fang Mingwei showed a formulaic smile and said, "It's okay, General Abulimu, I wonder what happened to the member of my family?"

Abulimu glanced at the corner of his mouth and thought to himself that the prince was only concerned about his family.

"Your Highness, don't worry, your friend is visiting our fleet. If you want, you can take him back at any time."

"Ah, then thank you General." Fang Mingwei bent down slightly and said.

"You have to be polite, but if His Highness the Prince has nothing to do, can you let your fleet drive?"

Fang Mingwei was slightly stunned and smiled and said, "Yes, I almost forgot." Then he said to Hua Mingtang: "Elder General, please leave a medium-sized warship and prepare to take back our family. As for other spacecraft, all return to coordinates xxx, yyy, zzz."

Hua Mingtang was about to object, but he saw an extremely sharp light suddenly shot out from Fang Mingwei's eyes. Although it was between the two spacecraft, Hua Mingtang was still deeply shocked.

“Go and do it.”

Hua Mingtang's lips squirmed slightly, and finally remembered the other party's identity as a master. With Fang Mingwei's strength, although it was impossible to be the opponent of the Yueheng Empire's warships, it was easy to escape with the strength of the victory-class warships.

Under a series of commands, many Newman fleets lined up, slowly retreated, gradually left the place where the two sides confronted each other, and stopped in the distant starry sky.

Abulimu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, at the moment the two fleets met, he had made the most correct comparison. The strength of the other side's fleet was obviously higher than that of his own. In particular, the five Victory-class warships made him even more frightened.

Although he acted like he was willing to fight, in fact, he was prepared to evacuate at any time in his heart. Until now, only one victory-class warship was left in the vast interstellar interstellar, he was completely relieved.

His car is also the main Mlang-class warship of the Strong Empire, the seventh-level civilized country. Judging from the performance of all aspects, it will definitely not be inferior to Fang Mingwei's victory-class warship. Even if a conflict breaks out at this moment, he is absolutely sure that after destroying the opponent's victory-class warship, he will lead a large force to escape.

With Fang Mingwei making a reconciliation, the hostages were quickly sent over.

Abulimu did not let his fleet leave at the same time because he did not want to be weaker than the other party in terms of momentum. But he did not expect that after a few hours, he would know that this was the biggest mistake he had done in his life.

After being sent into the medium-sized warship, Hua Jialin left here as fast as possible and rushed towards Newman's troops in the distance.

Abulimu smiled and said, "Your Highness, Prince, I have returned your family to you, and now we are going to say goodbye."

Fang Mingwei smiled slightly and said, "General Abulimu, before you leave, I want to give you a gift. I don't know if you like it."

"Give me a gift? Then thank you Your Highness." Although Abulimu was surprised, he still maintained a certain degree of demeanor.

Fang Mingwei closed his eyes and said in his heart: "Mr. Douglas, now, I have handed over all the command of the Little Crown and the Soul to you. Let me see your so-called strength."

Several docking points of the Victory-class battleship suddenly slowly deformed, revealing eight huge spaceports.

One after another, Qingsong-class warships quickly emerged from it, and soon formed a fleet of 500 ships.

When these ships came out, Fang Mingwei asked with admiration: "Mr. Douglas, how did you know that he would not launch a raid when you flew out of the battleship?"

After a moment of silence, Douglas said, "I don't know."

"What?"

"I'm ready to lose 10% when the warship flew out, but he didn't order an active attack, which was indeed beyond my expectations." Douglas said depressedly.

Fang Mingwei opened his mouth wide in surprise. It turned out that there were things he could not have expected. It seemed that he really made a myth.

Little did they know that Abulimu's eyes on the opposite side had already protruded.

When he saw the Qingsong-class warship flying out of the Victory-class warship, he knew that something was wrong. When he was about to attack first, he found that the opponent's warships were constantly coming out of the eight giant mouths. The combined volume of these warships was far greater than that of the Victory-class warships.

At this moment, he began to feel panic.

He knew that both the Victory-class warships and his Mlang-class warships were obtained from the seventh-class countries. However, when these countries purchased warships, they blocked the mustard space on the warships.

That is to say, they simply cannot use the vast space in the warships.

However, Fang Mingwei shocked him too much. If the mustard space of the Victory-class warship in front of him was not opened, then Abulimu would not believe it even if he died.

However, since this prince can open up the mustard seed space of the seventh-level civilized country, what is his true identity?

A hint of cold sweat came faintly on his head. He knew that he might have caused great trouble.

If he offended a prince of a level five or level six country, then it should be easy to settle with his family's power. However, if he offended a prince of a level seven civilized country, his future will be extremely bleak.

"General, what should I do?" the adjutant asked hurriedly.

"Request a call, the warship will enter the special alert, ready to do it at any time..."

Before Abulimu finished speaking, he suddenly saw a huge white light flashing on the screen. He immediately understood that nothing needed to be explained.
Chapter completed!