"Commander, I only ask you for battle on behalf of all the officers and soldiers of the Supply Squadron." On the huge holographic screen, a slightly white-bearded and burly lieutenant general held his proud head and yelled at Haoyi: "There are a total of 137 supply ships in the Supply Squadron, who volunteered to serve as a vanguard and set off a path for the main battleship of the fleet."

"Forward." Hearing the lieutenant general's request, Hao Yi widened his eyes and said in surprise: "Lieutenant General, this commander approves of your courage, but your supply ships only have a few small-caliber self-defense artillery, what can you use to attack the enemy?"

"Your Excellency Commander, as you said just now, even if you hit your head, we will hit those damn enemy ships." The lieutenant general said loudly with a sigh: "Although our logistics supply ships do not have decent firepower, we can make big holes on the enemy ships like a huge heavy sword. Our warships are our weapons."

"..." The lieutenant general's words were extremely crazy, which made Haoyi stand in shock, and even the entire flagship bridge was surprised and silent. Everyone looked at the lieutenant general and fell into a petrified state with an incredible look.

The lieutenant general who was in charge of commanding the supply squadron had a clear idea, and planned to take the men who could only hide behind the butt of the main battleship on weekdays, using the supply ship itself as a weapon in a suicide way, and charge towards the enemy ship. In the evening, Hao Yi suddenly remembered what the supply soldier said to him when he was infiltrated with the supply ship before, "Although our supply ships do not have any decent firepower, they are rough and thick-skinned and particularly resistant to collisions."

"Commander, all the supply squadrons are waiting for your order." When Haoyi and others were stunned, the lieutenant general once again asked loudly.

"Okay." Looking at the lieutenant general with a sigh, Hao Yi was finally moved by his fearlessness. A series of complex emotions surged in his heart. After a moment of pondering, he suddenly waved his hand and ordered loudly: "Lieutenant General, this commander agreed to your request for battle. Now I order to adjust the position of all warships in the supply squadron immediately and line up in front of the main battleship fleet to stand by."

"Yes, commander." The lieutenant general stood up and saluted and replied loudly.

"Please, General." Haoyi was moved, and couldn't help but raise his right hand, saluted the lieutenant general, and said solemnly with a choking.

"For the Republic of Saint-Proli." Lieutenant General shouted a slogan and hurriedly cut off the communication.

"Brothers, you all heard it." After a moment of excavating at the communication screen that had been restored to a dark area, Haoyi turned around and whispered to the staff officers in the bridge word by word: "For the Republic of Saint Proli."

"Heard." The officers' roar suddenly broke out from the command center.

"Pass this sentence for me so that the officers and soldiers of every main battleship can hear it." Hao Yi ordered with red eyes and gritted his steel teeth: "Tell me the order, and the entire fleet will immediately adjust the combat formation. All main battleships will immediately make way out of the passage, and let the supply squadrons top up to form the first wave of offensive formation. All battleships that can be activated will form the second wave of attack front line behind the supply squadron. All battleships that have lost power but still have long-range attack capabilities will form a firepower cover formation on site. After the new formation is formed, they will immediately launch an attack on the enemy ships and fight for me that damn special mixed fleet."

"Kill." The staff officers roared again, shaking the entire bridge seemed to tremble.

“For the Republic of Saint Proli.”

Amid waves of roars, the new army fleet quickly adjusted its formation. The same scarred logistics supply ships quickly crossed the friendly ships and rushed to the front of the queue. After a hurry gathering, they launched a counterattack towards the special mixed fleet that was rushing towards this side in the distance.

"Swish swish swish swish, boom boom boom."

The remaining battleships of the Special Mixed Fleet also gritted their teeth to attack the New Fleet under Singh's order to fight to the New Fleet. The dense laser cannon beams formed an extremely brilliant and huge firepower network in front, turning the logistics supply ships of the New Fleet into groups of hideous and terrifying huge fireballs.

Fires were splashing everywhere and wreckage flew everywhere. The firepower net looked like the deadly death swamp of these logistics supply ships. No matter how many supply ships rushed in, they were beaten into pieces in less than a moment. Although there were not many officers and soldiers on each supply ship, people could still vaguely see incomplete human figures in the huge and brilliant fireballs, or were thrown out of the battleship or swallowed by flames.

This was simply a bloody and cruel massacre.

However, even so, the supply ships of the Republic's new army were not scared by the "death swamp". They glanced at the friendly ships beside them that were blown apart. The surviving supply ships continued to rush forward without hesitation, facing the dense firepower net, until they were bombarded into pieces of universe wreckage.

"Crazy, all crazy." All the commanders of the remaining special-mixed fleet warships were stunned by the extremely tragic and tragic scene in front of them, and they repeated the same sentence in their hearts.

They had never fought such a chaotic and tragic battle, and they had never seen such a desperate opponent. The supply ships that rushed towards them through countless wreckage fragments seemed to be like iron-blooded warriors charging forward on the bodies of comrades, tragic and crazy.

"Boom boom boom." The continuous huge explosions and dense magnificent and gorgeous fireballs almost burned this star field.

"Captain, they rushed over." Finally, after losing more than half of the warships, the new army's supply squadron actually broke through the dense and terrifying firepower network of the special mixed fleet. The first supply ship began to launch a death charge against a locked special mixed fleet Martial Immortal-level battleship at close range.

"Quick, turn the course and avoid it." The captain of the Martial Immortal-class battleship had been scared to death, and almost subconsciously jumped and scolded: "Damn, I don't want to be a burial for them. Hurry, turn the course."

"call."

Accompanied by the captain's order, the Wuxian-class battleship, which was originally attacking the new fleet, braked suddenly, and then transferred most of the battleship's energy to the engine power system, attempting to draw an arc to avoid the supply ship that was hitting towards him.

However, everything seems to be too late.

The supply ship with an engine operating at an excess of the negative amount did not give this Wuxian-class battleship any chance. The engine nozzle suddenly spit out a few extremely gorgeous lights, and the hull suddenly accelerated, and it actually crashed into it with a phantom.

"Boom." The Wuxian-class battleship that was turning hastily placed the middle of its most fragile hull on the opponent's impact route. Although the bow of the supply ship was not in the shape of a sharp bayonet, the huge inertia still made it cut into the middle of the Wuxian-class battleship like a blunt knife.

A harsh metal collision sound came, and a huge crack was torn apart by the bow of the supply ship, but the castration of the supply ship remained unabated. Driven by the powerful nuclear-powered engine, it continued to plunge into the body of the Wuxian-level battleship with a terrifying roar.

Deafening explosions followed, and fires splashed everywhere and fragments flew everywhere. The Martial Immortal-level battleship was almost about to be hit by the supply ship directly.

"Abandon the ship, all the people abandon the ship." In the bridge of the Martial Immortal-class battleship, the captain instinctively roared at his subordinates and issued an order to abandon the ship.

"Boom." However, it seemed too late to struggle. A louder explosion came, and the two warships that hit everything turned into a ball of gorgeous fireballs the size of Halley's comet.

"Huh, boom." As the sound of this huge explosion fell, the second supply ship and the battleship of the special mixed fleet turned into another extremely gorgeous fireball. The supply ships who rushed through the fire network stabbed their hideous fangs at the target enemy ship they selected. In an extremely crazy posture, they drew a trajectory of death symbolizing death and quickly and violently crashed.

"How could this be the one who fights space war like this? It's so unscientific. How could they have so many supply ships that don't want to live or die? Have they both been put on excessive stimulants? Don't you fight like this?" In the bridge of the flagship of the special fleet, Singer's nephew looked at the battle scene in the holographic image on the podium. After a moment of shock, he couldn't help but jump and curse.

Next to him, Singer, who was also staring at the holographic battle scene with a blue face, sighed heavily, waved his hands to his nephew weakly and ordered: "Let the fifth team be on the top and be responsible for the breaking of the rear. The other teams immediately adjust their course and prepare to evacuate to the XXX and YYY coordinates."

After a pause, under the incredible gaze of the staff officers, Singer raised his head and closed his old eyes in pain, and said lightly: "We lost this battle."

"I just retreat like this, I object." At this time, Jeff, who had been watching the normal battle, suddenly jumped over and shouted with claws: "Don't you still have dozens of warships? Why don't you fight with them? Why are you just like this..."

"Let me listen to me." Before Jeff could finish his words, Old Singer suddenly grabbed Jeff's neck with his strength from somewhere and said viciously: "If you continue to fight, my entire fleet will be destroyed in this ghost place. I am the highest commander of the fleet, and I have the final say."

"You..." Jeff, who has always been high, did not expect that the veteran general in the Fifth War Zone would turn against him at this time. His handsome and fair face turned red. He didn't know how to refute Singer. After calming down a little, he knew that he was now living under someone else's house. He finally broke free from Singer's big hand, snorted coldly, shook his head and walked aside.

"Commander, no, an unknown fleet suddenly appeared behind our fleet." At this moment, the staff officer in charge of the radar system suddenly shouted at Singh.

"What." Singer was shocked to hear this and his old face twitched, and he turned around and asked in a daze, "What did you say."
Chapter completed!