Chapter 1767 Feifei is a woman who can become a trainer
Not only did Yu Lian know that there were imperial pursuers behind him, but he also knew that the size of the pursuers was quite large. After all, during the previous Battle of Said, he saw with his own eyes that even if he robbed the Dragon Boat Parade and imploded the Tirero Courageous Advance, the overall reaction of the Imperial Army was still steady and calm.
At any time, they keep at least a quarter of their fleet in total reserve.
Needless to say, they were prepared for the pursuit.
Yu Lian wanted to run away, the empire knew that Yu Lian wanted to run away, and Yu Lian also knew that the empire knew that he wanted to run away. At this point in the war, there is actually a tacit understanding between the enemy and ourselves.
As far as the empire is concerned, regardless of whether Yu Lian can really escape, it must be fully prepared.
Yu Lian was even certain that when he had just embarked on his long journey home, the empire's pursuit fleet had probably completed its formation and set off immediately.
The empire's pursuit fleet looked like it was recharging its energy. If it hadn't been carefully planned, it would never have been so efficient.
In fact, he had just led the fleet away from the Saide battlefield, and the last remaining reconnaissance ship had already confirmed the existence of the imperial pursuers. The number is unknown, but it is at least around 200, and it must include murderous capital ships.
At that time, Yu Lian was ready to let his side counterattack and give the other side a head-on blow.
However, the pursuing Imperial fleet seemed to have sensed its plan, and actually slowed down, allowing itself to distance itself from them.
In comparison, the situation on the Athena was more intense. On May 19, they had a small-scale firefight with the Imperial pursuit fleet in the Lu (Knar) Corridor-D3 system.
Ten new Imperial destroyers suddenly accelerated and caught up, trying to conduct a lightning strike on the Earth warship that was at the end of the queue. This is a destroyer that no one has ever seen before. It charges extremely fast, has fierce firepower, and even maneuvers like a lightning strike ship.
Of course, under the surveillance of the light-wing fighters that broke off the rear, no matter how advanced the destroyer was, it was impossible to achieve any objective results. This kind of combat is more like harassment than attack.
After the destroyers found that they could not take advantage, they immediately turned around and ran away.
Subsequently, the imperial pursuit fleet on the Lu Corridor gradually slowed down its pursuit speed.
In this way, the imperial fleet, whose number is unknown but must be huge, is like a tall, tall man with a sinister smile and a wrench in his hand. It follows behind you with a broken smile and still maintains its posture. It’s a distance you can definitely see with your own eyes. If you are slow, he will be slow. If you are fast, he will be fast. If you run, he will not chase you. However, once you can't run anymore, you can see him again after walking around the corner of an intersection.
He still wears a sinister smile that does not doubt his good intentions, and even performs radio gymnastics on you while waving a wrench.
...Indeed, it sounds very hot.
Yu Lian guessed that the Imperial Army did not intend to fight to the death in the far shore nebula, but just wanted to maintain pressure on their own side in order to use up their physical strength and energy.
But now, when the enemy came forward again, Yu Lian once again confirmed his guess.
This may be a tactic with some practical significance, but unfortunately it just seems a little tasteless.
"Well, our vast followers are trying every means to increase their presence, but from the current point of view, it doesn't mean much."
So far, the morale of the entire army has been maintained at a fairly stable state, as if it has completely ignored the imperial pursuers.
Chief of Staff Mkawa said: "It's not that the empire's tactics are useless, it's just because I met you."
Yu Lian felt a little sad for a while.
This old-fashioned, serious but upright old chief of staff has learned to flatter him. Isn't this a kind of degeneration? Can the decency of the fleet be maintained? Is he really going to become the "Mo" in "Those who are close to Mo are black"?
The chief of staff explained: "Because everyone believes in all the decisions you make, whether it is for us to cover our heads and go on our way, or to turn around and fight, everyone is willing to execute it without compromise. If you order us now to turn around and fight back We will fight the enemy's main force without hesitation."
The other party's words were very sincere, and Yu Lian had to believe it, but he could also tell that the Chief of Staff seemed to mean something in his words.
He was secretly admonishing me, precisely because I had already kept my word, so must I be cautious when making decisions? For this old-fashioned soldier who is like a disciplinary committee member, this may be the limit of what he can do.
Yu Lian stared at each other across the screen, but was shocked to find that Mr. Chief of Staff, who was more than twice his age, looked away, with a trace of panic on his face, as if he had just done something. It seems disrespectful.
Yu Lian was glad that he didn't feel the slightest discomfort after being offended, but instead felt a little relieved. This may mean that even as he climbs higher and higher, his life state becomes further and further away from that of a serious human being, but at least in the spiritual realm, there is still something that can be saved.
He said loudly: "Chief of Staff, can you confirm the exact identity of the enemy's flagship?"
The veteran also quickly switched to the qualified chief of staff state and explained: "The reconnaissance destroyer Ikaruga 211 is trying to detect the ground in more detail, but the imperial fleet is heavily guarded and difficult to approach. The only certainty is that this fleet contains a Yanlong-class dreadnoughts, and at least three battlecruisers. "Well, just based on the combat power on paper, they are enough to fight against our own side
"Then let the Sky Survey Eye come in for investigation. I need to confirm whether this fleet is the same fleet as the one we discovered last week."
During the retreat, Yu Lian of course took away all the Sky Survey Eyes. This kind of automatic detector, which costs as much as a cruiser, is really easy to use, not to mention it has been enhanced by Xiao Hui.
In terms of reconnaissance effect, it may be better than most professional reconnaissance ships carried by experienced captains.
Of course, in order to ensure nothing goes wrong, the chief of staff also deployed several reconnaissance ships. They dare not get close to investigate now, but they also sent the same report as the Survey Eye.
"Understood!"
Yu Lian thought in the distance for a while, then consumed a lollipop and an old knife, got up and left the room, walking towards the bridge.
The Commander's office and living room is not far from the bridge, so even at a strolling pace it doesn't take long.
He walked through the dome corridor on the top floor of the ship. As he moved forward, his eyes swept across the Dragon Boat Patrol outside the porthole. I don’t know when, but the Royal Dawn’s coat of arms on the golden dragon ship had been shoveled away, and the emblem of the Community Space Fleet and a larger red background were painted on its place.
...Well, this is really too much. If it spreads to the empire, it won't cause chaos, but if it spreads to the Gonggun princes on Earth, it won't sound too good, right? This probably isn't Feifei's idea.
As soon as this thought flashed across Yu Liang's mind, his dynamic vision, which far surpassed that of ordinary people, clearly captured the phantom beast with flame-colored wings spread out as it passed by the battleship. The bright spiritual light formed a flame-like scarlet color, wrapped around the giant beast's swift-like body, and seemed to light up the entire surrounding starry sky several brightnesses.
The ordinary soldiers in the corridor probably just thought they saw a comet streaking across the sky, but they still waved their hands and cheered.
Of course, Yu Lian saw the figure of the space beast under the flames. It looked like a magical giant bird with a wingspan of a hundred meters, covered with feathers that seemed to be made of flames. Even the head has a distinct beak and crown-like features, and the shape is exquisite and gorgeous. Three pairs of eyes-like organs contain spiritual light, like gems with a fire burning inside.
"So, what kind of dragon does it look like? The bird is a descendant of dinosaurs, so it is also a dragon, right?" Yu Lian sighed.
He now feels that the so-called "dragon" of the eight stars is entirely derived from the cultural bullying of the Tiruiro people.
"Right. I also think it's more like a phoenix than a dragon." Feifei's voice sounded at the terminal.
"Isn't it true? If the world view were different, I would definitely be on the road of no return as a trainer." Yu Lian sighed.
"Oh, is this a new script that Yu'er is planning to write recently? The war is dangerous, but Yu'er is still so elegant. If this spreads, everyone will feel more at ease."
"Let's just treat it like this. Generally speaking, it's actually about a young man who wants to be a champion. He has been in the professional arena full of powerful players for more than 20 years without winning any decent trophies. The girls all left him. The story of a pet electric mouse that never leaves you.”
"...It sounds like another sad realism story."
This flame "dragon" has now slowed down, and the wings made of fire seem to have stagnated, revealing the figure wearing a heraldic machine sitting on the dragon's back, still waving to Yu Lian. Wave.
If it wasn’t Feifei, who else could it be?
Of course, with her current ability, even if she is wearing a water-skiing suit, she can still stand on the back of a dragon and travel through space, just like surfing. However, the impact on the onlookers would be too strong. When the time comes, morale cannot be boosted, and if we are separated from everyone by a tragically thick barrier, wouldn’t that be counterproductive?
Yu Lian looked at the mount lying at Feifei's feet again: "Is this the most arrogant flame-winged dragon? Is it finally honest now?"
"He is just stressed. We must be patient and loving when dealing with small animals." Feifei looked like a core member of the small animal protection group.
The flame-winged dragon she is taking care of now is the strongest, oldest, and proudest of the four remaining "dragons" on the Pilgrimage. It was quite uncooperative when Feifei seized the ship.
If he hadn't been slapped and lost two teeth, he would have gone crazy in the boat.
However, the current facts prove that beasts are beasts after all. There are no loyal beasts, only beasts that have not been punished enough. Although Yu Lian wanted to see this fire dragon look proud and arrogant, if he wanted to use it as a weapon, it would be better to be more submissive.
"Can it come in handy?"
"It's still a bit difficult to attack the barrage head-on, but it's enough to fight with the wind. You can let Colonel Walter try it after a while. The dragon after being tamed is essentially the same as the tamed war horse."< br>
"Sure enough, Feifei actually unlocked a hidden profession like trainer!"
"Thank you. If Yu'er wants to discuss your new script with me, just wait until I come back." Feifei drove the huge Flame Winged Dragon towards the direction of the Patrol while continuing to report: "In addition, , the hangar converted from the Dragon Nest is also running very smoothly.”
"I have seen this. The captain and the engineering team have done an excellent job. However, won't the star dragons be dissatisfied with this?"
"This is equivalent to decorating next door to your own house! Dissatisfaction is inevitable. The key is to see how to persuade these children kindly." Feifei stretched out the iron feet of the heraldic machine and rubbed it on the back of the Flame Winged Dragon. For a moment, it was as if he wanted to rub off the mud on the soles of his shoes.