Abyss Solo-Chapter 187 - 107 Perfect Tactics_2
Chapter 187: 107 Perfect Tactics_2
Chapter 187: 107 Perfect Tactics_2
“Hey!”
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, gently freeing himself from General Joble’s grasp, and said with a smile,
“So what if the Fourth Fleet is here? As long as you hold your ground, can’t you still defeat them?”
“That would cost me half of my ships!”
Joble growled,
“You repeatedly insisted that today we only need to suppress the ground forces!”
The middle-aged man chuckled, “Our fleet will arrive soon, please rest assured, or you can play hide and seek with them.”
General Joble frowned tightly.
Suddenly!
“Jump fluctuation detected in two sectors behind us!”
The smile froze on the middle-aged man’s face.
Due to the sudden situation, the New Federation Fleet had just set off. It would take them at least… over an hour to get here…
“That’s not our fleet,” the middle-aged man muttered, “Is it a fleet from another general of the Wind Army?”
General Joble’s face turned pale.
He had not allied with other generals; he intended to monopolize the ‘spoils’ of this battle. Other fleets from Wind coming unprepared couldn’t possibly arrive so quickly.
Along the radar screen’s edge, twenty-four warships suddenly appeared, completing an almost perfect encirclement with the Fourth Fleet.
His Sixth Fleet was surrounded!
The Sherman Empire Fleet…
The secret fleet of the Wind royal family…
“Right-wing third formation, adjust your ships immediately!” General Joble shouted, “Have them target the enemies on the rear flank!”
As he finished speaking, projection screens all over the Vaglu General’s bridge flickered. Lines of garbled code ran wild, and technicians moved quickly to counter, but their communication commands were forcibly cut off.
Electronic intrusion!
“The operating system has been hacked!”
“Starting backup operating system!”
“It will take at least three minutes to re-establish contact with the ships!”
The bridge of the Vaglu General descended into chaos.
The flagship of the Sixth Fleet temporarily lost contact.
…
Meanwhile, in the corner of a locker room…
Yang Ming glanced at the projection button that popped up in front of him, his eyes slightly narrowing.
On the rear flank of the Sixth Fleet, left eight, right sixteen, twenty-four ‘warships,’ mining ships in fact, did not advance towards the Sixth Fleet to avoid direct exposure.
Attached to the extending mechanical arms of each mining ship were low-cost, all-band signal jammers.
Although Yang Ming didn’t have the New Federation’s new electronic warfare warships,
if the opponents came to their senses, they would immediately realize there was a big problem with these twenty-four ‘warships.’
But Yang Ming was counting on this few-minute time gap!
Yang Ming forcefully pressed the projection button!
Hundreds of all-band signal jammers synchronized and locked onto all ships of the Sixth Fleet gathered at that moment, leveraging the mining ships’ powerful energy to stir up a localized all-band storm!
Returning others’ tactics upon themselves.
All communication channels of the Sixth Fleet were drowned in noise, with only a few slightly more advanced detection ships having gravitational communication devices. Over 160 various military ships became isolated islands.
Yang Ming finally jumped out of the closet.
Relying on his optical stealth in exoskeleton armor, he dashed into the corridor, striding quickly towards the bridge.
Upon entering the hallway, Yang Ming felt panic all around, as soldiers rushed past him, hurrying to their assigned combat units.
Calmly, Yang Ming sidestepped, advancing thirty more meters.
Suddenly.
“Who! Someone’s there!”
A soldier pointed his gun at a faint figure ahead, his squad immediately raised their laser guns, keenly scrutinizing forward.
Yang Ming’s silhouette had slight light distortion around it, and the image projected on his chest was slightly out of alignment with the corridor behind.
A soldier suddenly fired, a dozen purple light bullets forming glowing lines.
Yang Ming’s optical stealth was forcibly deactivated, a solid protective shield appeared around him, and two shock grenades rolled underfoot of the soldiers.
Boom! Boom!
The ship trembled slightly, the explosions drawing nearby soldiers.
Yang Ming leapt forward, a Light Sword cutting left and right through the Light Shield. By the time he landed, he had charged through the explosion zone, racing forward without pause.
Ahead, just dozens of meters lay the bridge where General Joble was; he prepared to give the enemy no chance to board the escape pod.
An intrusion alert cropped up within the bridge.
A large batch of guards and officers raised their arms, rushing to the left passageway of the bridge!
The alloy door on the left flank of the bridge suddenly flew off!
The special alloy door appeared to be forcibly torn open, and a gray figure rolled forward, effortlessly slicing through two laser guns with the Light Sword, and slashing across the necks of the soldiers holding them!
Blood splattered.
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Yang Ming barreled into the crowd, his full-body shield activated!
“Enemy attack! Fire!”
With the shout of a young officer, a furious barrage erupted.
But this lone intruder zigzagged through the confrontations as if unchallenged.
Escorted steadily back by officers, General Joble’s eyes grew increasingly bewildered.
…
The general kept glancing toward the communication platform; besides the sudden attacker, he was more concerned about his fleet…
What happened?
Gudun Mah would actually choose to attack him, even gamble the entire Fourth Fleet to attack him!
The always technically and intelligence superior New Federation CIA let such an enormous intelligence error occur!
His flagship ship, out of nowhere, had a single intruder, who armed with just a Light Sword and an exoskeleton mecha, was slashing through these disciplined common soldiers like they were nothing.
Officers and soldiers on the bridge wouldn’t be armed with heavy weapons.
How did the intruder suddenly appear here?
Joble thought of a keyword—a royal secret force.
“General, General! We can’t stop him! You have to get to the escape pod!”
General Joble snapped back to reality.
Gazing around at the few remaining loyalists, he looked up, his pupils contracted sharply.
Dozens of bodies littered the floor, and the bloodstained figure cloaked in exoskeleton steadily approached him, the Light Sword in his right hand emitted a harrowing red glow, reflecting off the scattered blood, appearing almost blackened.
“Dammit!”
A middle-aged New Federation Agent suddenly roared furiously, yanking off his formal coat. His body inflated a circle like a balloon.
Was this agent a Genetic Modifier?
A hint of hope shone in General Joble’s eyes.
The agent charged head-on!
The fist, laden with brutal force, plummeted directly toward the attacker’s protective shield. Even if this energy-based shield wouldn’t shatter, the impact alone could directly knock the intruder back.
The attacker suddenly deactivated his shield!
The grey-white exoskeleton-covered body easily leaned back, almost flying sideways; dodging the ferocious punch from the agent, he simultaneously kicked hard against the agent’s chest.
Crack.
A crisp bone-cracking sound echoed as the agent was directly hurled backward, viciously colliding with an operating platform, deforming it.
The agent’s legs went limp, dropping to his knees, a massive dent in his chest, vomiting continuously.
The attacker opened his full-body shield leisurely, scrutinizing the agent intently, seeming to wait for something.
The agent pulled out a syringe from his shirt pocket, plunging it into his neck, soon emitting roars as if a mightier force surged within.
Then, General Joble watched as… that attacker pulled out a large-caliber laser pistol from his left and fired repeatedly at the agent’s limbs and non-vital chest and abdomen areas.
The agent, body riddled with bullet holes, lay prone, wheezing with faint breaths, yet unable to die quickly.
From behind the helmet, the attacker’s processed voice sounded,
“Enhancement syringe? Quite a decent observation specimen.”
The attacker turned his head this way, the Light Sword in his right hand trembling slightly.
General Joble’s legs turned weak, while one of his loyalists ahead of him had already dropped to his knees.
