StarCraft In the Palm of Your Hand

This "easy" victory once again proved the terrifying power of invisibility. No matter how high-tech a weapon is, it has to hit the opponent to exert its lethality, but for those enemies that cannot be detected, no matter how high the lethality is, it is useless.

Under the protection of invisible forces, Yang Ying's troops can appear beside the enemy at any time and deliver a fatal blow without worrying about being discovered.

Now in the solar system, the only ones that can deal with invisible forces are the state machines that have nuclear power.

After cleaning the battlefield, Howard took the troops on their way home.

Although Yang Ying had many thoughts about this battle that needed to be sorted out, he still remembered that the people in the base were still waiting for the news.

So he stood up from his seat, flexed his muscles and said, "Help me connect to Kalia."

The screen flashed, and Kalia's figure appeared on it.

"Congratulations, this battle was won beautifully." Kalia said as soon as they met.

"how do you know?"

"Howard got in touch earlier than you, and everyone in the base is happy now." Kalia replied.

Yang Ying smiled and shook his head, unexpectedly he was one step behind Howard.

"Sir, when do you want to announce the victory?" Kalia suddenly asked a question that Yang Ying hadn't thought about.

"Uh... what do you think?" Yang Ying kicked the question back.

"I think it can be released now. It's six o'clock in the morning, and the entire asteroid belt doesn't know that the two laurel fleets are over, including the Caesar Mercenary Corps. If we release the news now, we can catch them by surprise, and there is still time to catch up." On the morning news," Kalia said.

"I have no objection to this." Yang Ying directly delegated power to Kalia.

"Last time. The Caesars Mercenary Corps distorted our video data through the media, giving the public a preconceived impression. This time we will give them a fatal counterattack. The public believes the words of the Caesars Mercenary Corps because of their strength. And authority, now that Caesar's laurels are in our hands, the public will think that we have the power to challenge authority." Kalia smiled and turned off the communication.

After the communication ended, Yang Ying sat down, resting his chin with both hands, as if thinking about something.

"Sir, what are you thinking?" As soon as the bridge door opened, Katerina walked in with a dinner plate.

"I'm wondering what will happen when we get back to the base." Yang Ying picked up a cup of tea from the dinner plate, blew two breaths on the mouth of the cup, and said softly.

"What else could happen?" Katerina smiled and put the dinner plate aside.

"It's because I don't know, that's why I'm thinking about it." Yang Ying smiled, "There is only one thing for sure, and the elimination of two laurel fleets in succession is a major event that has never been encountered since the establishment of the Mercenary Alliance. Since its establishment, there has been a big defeat that has never been seen before, and its impact is far-reaching and difficult to measure. It is really difficult to predict how it will develop in the future."

After finishing speaking, Yang Ying drank tea quietly, and Katerina also quietly accompanied him, and neither of them continued talking for a long time. But in that tranquility, the hearts of the two seemed to be communicating.

From time to time, the electronic sound of the console sounded in the bridge, and the commodore captain and staff officers were all doing their own things without saying a word.

On the other side, under Kalia's manipulation, the news that the Telan mercenaries had wiped out the two laurel fleets was released, which immediately shocked the entire asteroid belt!

The Caesars Mercenary Corps is one of the three super mercenary regiments, and its strength is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, not to mention the Laurel Fleet. Battlecruisers have always been a symbol of the technological power of the Caesars Group and the core competitiveness of the Caesars Mercenary Corps. It is not much easier to convince the people in the asteroid belt that the Laurel Fleet was defeated by the recently famous Tran Mercenary Corps than to convince them that Mars hit the earth.

However, at seven o'clock sharp, in the morning news of a famous news station, the beautiful announcer still broadcast the news: "According to the latest news, not long ago, the Tran Mercenary Corps claimed that Caesar's mercenaries The two laurel fleets of the regiment were wiped out by them, and the Caesars Mercenary Corps did not respond to the news, but regardless of whether this matter is true or not, it can be seen that the Caesars Mercenary Corps and the Terran Mercenary Corps have already begun fierce conflicts , this station will continue to follow up and report on the conflict between the two mercenary regiments..."

Once word spread. The entire asteroid belt fluctuated violently like a big rock was thrown into a pool of water. Countless reporters came to the gate of the Caesar Mercenary Corps station, surrounded it, and waited for the follow-up news.

In Vorrell, Caesar's mercenary regiment is stationed.

On a training ground, Istar was wearing a black suit, outlining his golden proportion figure and muscles. He waved the rapier in his hand and attacked the heavily armed sparring sword master in front of him. There was a crisp sound of jingling, and after more than a dozen moves, he stabbed violently, piercing the sword master's shoulder with the sharp sword, and even pierced the strong protective gear made of reinforced plastic.

Before that, Istar had stabbed several sparring sword masters one after another in fencing, and most of these sword masters were seriously injured.

"Stand back." Istar said to the injured swordsman.

The swordsman clutched his wound and walked out of the training ground, just passing Andre at the door.

Andre walked up to Ista and said, "Are you nervous?"

"Is there any news about the Golden Flame and the Hammer?" Istar tidied up his clothes, but he didn't answer Andre's question.

"Not yet." Andre shook his head and said, "The Golden Flame has lost contact since around two o'clock in the morning, and after the Hammer contacted you at five o'clock, it also lost contact. In trouble."

what!

With a loud shout, Istar stabbed the rapier sword into the wooden dummy beside him, and after letting go, the point of the sword was deeply nailed into the dummy's neck. Almost popped out from the back of the dummy's neck.

"Although the Telan Mercenary Corps said that the two fleets have been destroyed, it sounds alarmist, but I am not optimistic about their situation." Andre has been thinking about the reason why the Tran Mercenary Corps has been fighting since he got the news. Lied about this matter, it turned out that the Tran Mercenary Group had no reason or necessity to lie.

"The most important thing now is to find out what happened. It's pointless to speculate here." Ista's expression made it hard to guess what he was thinking, "We have a cargo ship very close to the battlefield. Ask the captain to change course and go to the battlefield to see what happened, if there is any news, it should come soon."

Andre nodded. He glanced around and saw that only the two brothers were left in the training ground, so he said: "It seems that the sword masters who are training with you have been injured by you. If you still want to fencing, I will Come and have a few rounds with you."

After speaking, he took off his coat, revealing the shiny white shirt inside, then pulled out a rapier from the shelf beside him, bent it lightly, tested its elasticity, and then danced a sword flower, taking a ready position , Said: "Come on, since you became the representative of Caesar's mercenary group, we have never compared swords."

"No. I've had my fun, sorry, I still have something to do." Ista refused without hesitation, then let go of his hand, left the sword on the dummy, turned and left.

Andre looked at his back, sighed softly, and put the sword back on the shelf: "Fencing or other combat sports will reveal people's thoughts, it seems that you don't want to share your thoughts with me, my brother."

After Istar walked out of the training ground, he came to a garden. He had an indifferent expression on his face, as if he couldn't care about anything.

At this time, a burly man in a black suit and black sunglasses walked up to him, walked up to him, and said, "Master Istar, Captain Hess has news."

"Which Captain Hess?" Istar asked angrily.

"It's the captain of the cargo ship closest to the battlefield." The black suit explained.

"It's him!" Istar immediately asked, "How's the news? What happened on the battlefield? Why haven't the two laurel fleets heard back yet?"

The black suit said in embarrassment: "My lord, you should go directly to Captain Hess, I'm afraid..." He got the exact information from Captain Hess, and it was precisely because he knew it very clearly that he did not dare to be strict with him. Speak out in front of Istar.

Seeing his hesitation, Ista already guessed the answer in his heart, snorted, waved his hands, stepped over the black suit, strode across the garden, and entered a room.

The room was filled with all kinds of modern equipment, a communicator was turned on, and an old captain with a big cap, a white beard on his chin, and a frightened expression appeared on the holographic screen.

The first thing Ista did when he came in was to glance at everyone in the room and see their expressions. Seeing that the faces of the elite intelligence personnel of the Caesar Mercenary Corps were ashen, he paused slightly, and then left. to the communicator.

"You are Captain Hess." Istar asked.

"Yes, yes." The old captain on the screen nodded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and stammered, "I am Hess, and Hess is me."

Istar was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and asked directly: "What happened on the battlefield?"

The old captain said in an unbelievable tone: "There is nothing here except for a large number of warships and the wreckage of fighter planes."

"Wreckage!" Istar's voice suddenly rose an octave.

"Look." The old captain lowered his head and pressed a few buttons.

Immediately, the figure of the old captain disappeared on the holographic screen, replaced by a picture in the starry sky.

A huge piece of steel wreckage is floating across the screen, the outer alloy armor is severely distorted, but the word "golden" can be seen faintly displayed on it.

"That's the bow of the Golden Flame!" Istar knew the Laurel-class battlecruiser very well, and immediately recognized the wreckage.

at this time. The place where the old captain was located was exactly the place where the two fleets were originally scheduled to meet, and it was also the place where the first battle took place.

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