Under the dark starry sky, small celestial bodies of different sizes gathered into groups, orbiting the stars constantly, back and forth, year after year.

At the edge of the asteroid belt, the empty void suddenly burst into ripples like water waves, and then a colonial ship escaped from the speed of light.

The colonial ship immediately scanned the surroundings and confirmed that there were no traces of enemy ships nearby. The control room was thundering, and the captain immediately announced the news to the entire ship.

The passengers were stunned for a moment and then they were in chaos.

Some cried with joy, some beat their chests and stamped their feet, some wanted to cry without tears, and some were overjoyed, and all kinds of things were filled with each other.

Since escaping from the colonial star, the colonial ship has been stared at by aliens and has almost died several times. Now they have finally escaped from the clutches of the devil. They need a cheerful catharsis.

The captain was full of energy and a confident smile on his face: "Target asteroid belt, set off!"

When I escaped, I was already hastily and was chased by aliens for so long. The colonial ship had been under too much pressure that I shouldn't have to bear. I had to find a place to turn off the main engine and do a comprehensive inspection and maintenance.

A bright wake ejected from the stern of the ship, and the huge colonial ship slowly disappeared into the asteroid cluster, finding a small celestial body of the right size, anchoring the ship, and finally fixing the colonial ship to the surface of the small celestial body.

In the dim light, the colonial ship quietly lay on the small celestial bodies, hiding among the many small celestial bodies. Even if it is carefully distinguished, it is difficult to find its trace.

How to hide a drop of water? The answer is of course to put it into the sea.

But the colonial ships didn't know that they couldn't get rid of aliens at all!

A few days later.

An alien spacecraft disguised as an asteroid. It was like an experienced hunter, quietly approaching the target under the cover of many small celestial bodies. It was not until it sneaked to the vicinity of the colonial ship that it suddenly broke up and rushed towards the colonial ship with lightning speed.

The colonial ship was not a flexible warship. When they found something wrong, they had no time to hide. The group of people in the control room were panicked and looked at the alien warships that filled the screen in horror.

The captain's pupils instantly shrank into needle eyes, and he shouted loudly: "Don't impact..."

Before he finished speaking, the alien warship had already hit the colonial ship hard. The hull was like a inferior toy in the hand of a naughty boy, with the surface armor twisting and deforming in the harsh noise; the deck torn apart in the creaking sound; the ship ribs broke one after another in the friction sound.

The spacecraft was like a magnitude ten earthquake, the violently trembling deck was like a trampoline, and the unprepared people were like beans in a wok, stumbled up and down.

The vibrations came and went quickly, but the ship was already in chaos, with overturning buildings everywhere, falling people everywhere, deformed decks everywhere, sparks everywhere, and even highly toxic gases appeared in some cabins.

Many people are unconscious, with broken heads and blood, and broken bones and tendons.

Screaming, crying, roaring, wailing, and screaming... all kinds of voices intertwined, as if hell had come to the world.

Faced with the tragic scene of the storm, the surviving people did not hide immediately, but immediately organized themselves to rescue the wounded and restrain the bodies. The crying sounded across the colonial ship.

It’s not that I don’t want to hide, but that the colonial ship is so big, where can I hide?

In the control room, the captain hit the bulkhead head-on and was confused for a while before he regained consciousness.

Most of the others were slightly injured, and only two were seriously injured.

But the captain was unintentionally concerned about the wounded at this time and immediately roared in grief and anger: "How is the ship?"

The first mate broke an arm, but he still stayed at his post: "The impact point is located behind the middle of my left side, the port side is severely deformed, the armor outside the seventh to nineth zones broke, and the decks of the fifth to fourteenth floors run through!"

“What about the specific situation?”

"The fifth, sixth and nineth floors of the deck have just resumed contact, and the building collapsed more than 20%, with heavy casualties and the exact number of people cannot be counted. The seventh, eighth, tenth, eleventh to fourteenth floors have not yet been restored, and no news has been received... The engine compartment has been deformed, but the engine is intact, and the power supply lines in many places in the ship are damaged, some areas are powered, and the super-light speed propulsion system is damaged... The losses of the entire ship are unknown, and the number of casualties is unknown!"

The captain's face was ashes: "Urgent notification, release the partitions, seal all damaged partitions, isolate all decks, and everyone goes to the nearest shelter immediately!"

The first mate was stunned: "Captain, the people on the boat are saving themselves. I have received more than a thousand calls for help, and now it is 1,300... No, it's more than four hundred. How can I retreat to the shelter at this time?"

"Do you think I'm willing?" the captain roared, "Do you think the aliens will be finished just by hitting each other? Tell me what this is!"

It was a picture from the sixth floor of the seventh zone. There was a triangular metal column on the edge of the screen. After piercing through the upper deck, it penetrated through the lower deck and suddenly appeared between the two decks.

There is no such thing on the colonial ship. No matter how stupid everyone is, they know that this thing comes from an alien warship.

The first mate was stunned: "What should I do if the wounded?"

The captain was sad: "All security personnel immediately received weapons, guarded the passage to the damaged area, mobilized uninjured passengers to receive weapons to assist in the defense, and each district made every effort to rescue the injured... The damaged area did its best, but no matter which area, after hearing the alarm, everyone must evacuate immediately!"

"Captain?" The eldest mate's lips were trembling.

The captain's cheek twitched suddenly, his eyes dimmed even more: "We must now give priority to the safety of most people. Retrieve the damaged area as soon as possible, and cannot be withdrawn..." He couldn't continue, but everyone understood what he meant.

Everyone was silent.

Everyone present knew that the captain made the most favorable and cruel choice for the colonial ship.

Even if you successfully overcome this crisis, those lives that should not have disappeared will become the captain and the heart knot that everyone will never let go of in their lives.

But what can the captain choose?

This is just an immigration ship that fled the colonial star, not a fully equipped warship. Although it is not clear about the exact situation of each district, according to the known situation, the losses of each district are not small, and self-rescue is still powerless. How can we support the damaged area?

There are only a small number of weapons and equipment on the ship, and there is almost no heavy equipment. It is barely possible to block the passage, but the others are beyond the scope of the ability of the public.

It’s not that I don’t want to, but that I can’t do anything.

"Captain!" The first mate suddenly let out a roar of horror, "Unknown creatures were found in the ninth district, and survivors are being slaughtered!"

In one sentence, he took time to take all his strength and almost collapsed on the ground.

The captain was almost desperate, and he opened the hyperspace communication device with the last trace of fantasy: "This is the colonial ship of Wanzhou, this is the colonial ship of Wanzhou, the fleet, has anyone heard my voice? Three types of emergency situations, we need help--"

How about it—

A harsh whistle: "This is the Eastern Horse Fleet Storm destroyer, who is calling the fleet?"
Chapter completed!