Dolap stared at the huge humanoid mechas displayed on the screen almost in a daze.
Each of these mechas is over fifteen meters tall, and they look like they came out of an animated movie, with a handsome and angular appearance.
The mechas lay on the back of the wandering asteroid, with only a tiny field of vision to observe the situation outside. It was precisely because of this that Dolap's fleet did not discover them immediately.
These mechas were clearly the initiators of the attack.
The weapons they are using can be clearly seen through the picture. It is a device similar to an enlarged version of an assault rifle, with an estimated caliber of between 25 and 35 mm.
Such weak firepower formed a sharp contrast with their huge bodies.
Then Dolap received a radar warning that multiple batches of radar waves from different directions swept across the entire fleet.
The industrial ships in the fleet have not undergone any stealth treatment, and they will appear very prominently on the radar screen.
This consideration is also to demonstrate their own capabilities. Many indigenous civilizations with less developed technology will take the initiative to contact the fleet for negotiations when they see such a large fleet on radar.
At this time, Dolap can convey the instructions of the Galactic Alliance to them, saving a lot of time for population migration.
But today, this thing is destined to fail.
After being scanned by the radar, the anti-radiation computing unit immediately traced back the location of the opponent's radar.
Three red dots appeared in the originally empty space. They were located at 6 o'clock, 12 o'clock and 9 o'clock of the flagship's heading. Judging from their size, they should belong to some kind of deep space base.
These bases are silent until the radar is turned on. They are also hidden behind the asteroid cluster and cannot be detected at such a long distance by the conventional radar of the Dolap fleet.
Enemy locked!
The radar warning indicated that the fleet had been locked by the fire control radar.
It's like a ray of light in the darkness.
In its normal scanning state, the radar is a floodlight that scatters light evenly into the darkness in all directions.
But fire control radar is different. Once it is activated, it will become a spotlight. The focused light will form a clear beam of light in the air, and this beam of light will eventually point to the target locked by the radar.
Therefore, the fleet can easily know that it is being illuminated by fire control radar.
"The entire fleet enters a defensive posture, and the barrier is deployed."
Dolap was not one to be complacent. When he discovered that he was being targeted, he immediately implemented countermeasures.
This small fleet did not carry many offensive weapons, and even if it did, it would not be used casually due to the principle of peaceful engagement.
But as compensation, the fleet's flagship is equipped with a sufficiently powerful barrier generator.
This generator is placed on the bow of the fleet flagship and looks like a folded microwave antenna. When fully deployed, it can form an antenna array about 30km long and 10km high.
These arrays radiate particles, creating a heavy cruiser-level shield barrier directly in front of the flagship's bow.
This barrier was large enough to cover the flagship itself and extended outward for a considerable distance, allowing other ships in the fleet to take shelter behind it.
This is the only shield this fleet has.
Its significance is merely a targeted weapon used to restrain low-end civilizations.
Soon, the fleet of more than a dozen ships changed their formation, forming a long line behind their flagship, using the flagship's protective barrier to avoid possible attacks.
The expected blow soon came.
Three heat source signals broke away from the deep space base and continued to accelerate towards Dolap's fleet.
The three signals accelerated for about 60 seconds and then entered an unpowered gliding phase.
With their engines shut down, the fleet lost its target.
Dolap guessed that this must be some kind of missile, just like any missile used by the Galactic Alliance, they must have some kind of terminal maneuverability.
That is to say, when they are about to approach the target, these missiles will ignite their engines again, and then they will make final adjustments and acceleration.
If Dorap's speculation was correct, the fleet would have to maintain its current position until the missiles arrived.
The three missiles formed a 90-degree angle with Dolap's fleet as the center. Only when the two sides were far enough apart could this angle be ignored, and the flagship's poor frontal protection could be fully utilized.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the red collision countdown had only thirty minutes left.
The communications soldier intercepted some electromagnetic communications from the planet Zeli B, but because he had not taken professional electronic attack and defense courses, he could only crack a small part of them.
The engineers on board held an emergency meeting. Based on the limited information at hand, they speculated that these missiles were most likely to use fusion warheads, with a single equivalent of between 2 and 6 million tons.
This equivalent is enough to threaten most ships in the fleet. Although it cannot cause fatal damage, who can guarantee that the enemy only has these three nuclear bombs?
After comprehensive consideration, the best way is to attack directly and destroy all resistance forces.
"What does the Galactic Alliance say?"
Dolap was undecided for a moment, and at the beginning of this week, the fleet submitted an encounter report to the Alliance's local duty fleet.
Taking into account the time it takes to communicate back and forth, you should be able to receive a reply by now.
"I got it."
The correspondent immediately replied in the affirmative.
"What do they say?"
"Uh... they told us to handle it ourselves, and they were only responsible for pushing down the other side."
Dolap was speechless.
"Which unit responded?"
"The Griffin Division of the First Fleet's First Legion."
"Griffin..."
Dolap took off the mechanical eyeball on his nose and threw it into the microwave cleaner next to him.
His main eye had been blinded in an accident, so he simply replaced it with a new cyber eye.
"I've heard for a long time that they were a straightforward army of Earthlings. Seeing them today, they are indeed quite different."
"So what do we do now?"
The first mate looked at Dolap, who was scratching his eyeballs, expressionlessly.
"Should we evacuate first?"
"Need not."
Dolap said resolutely.
"Since we were allowed to make the decision ourselves, we did it ourselves."
His hands stirred in the water tank, trying to touch his eye.
Recently, his endocrine system has been a little out of balance, and the tissues near his eyeballs always secrete a lot of sticky fluids, which affect the normal operation of the mechanical structure and cause sluggish eye movement.
So every once in a while he would poke his eyes out and clean them with the ultrasonic cleaner that ordinary people use to clean their glasses.
These oscillating fluids cover the original infrared signals of the eyeballs, making it difficult for the Lalon people's infrared secondary eyes to see them.
"First mate, I can't find my eyeballs."
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