Chapter 574 Ambush ‘Star Pirate Attack’

"Deacon, the commander of the escort fleet sent a communication request, please be able to speak to you..."

The slightly vibrating voice of the communications officer broke the silence in the bridge.

Peilin, whose eyelids were slightly closed and immersed in chaotic memories alone, raised her eyes to look at him, her erect pupils filled with an unhappy cold light.

Dirty Orcs!

If she had not considered significantly reducing labor costs, she would never recruit these uncivilized lower races.

Even though she was sitting in the command chair far away from these operators, the smell of inferior species they exuded from the inside still made Perrin feel unbearable.

Especially at this time, the foul smell coming out of this guy's mouth made him feel sick even more.

"Huh... put it through."

Peilin held her nose and exhaled heavily.

She tried hard to suppress her anger and looked away, lest she impulsively draw a gun and shoot the untouchable on the spot.

When the communications officer heard the news, he seemed to know that he had narrowly escaped death and quickly connected the call.

The dome of the bridge casts brilliant light and shadow, quickly condensing into a three-dimensional projection that is as detailed as it is real.

"Honorable Steward Molson, greetings from Anderson of the Escort Fleet!"

Perhaps 놆 did not expect that the communication would be connected so quickly. The figure opposite was obviously caught off guard. After being slightly stunned, he hurriedly bowed to Peilin.

"Is something wrong?"

Perrin's tone was filled with undisguised impatience and contempt.

"Well……"

Anderson had long been accustomed to her condescending attitude, and was not a little angry. Instead, he asked with sincerity: "Another transport fleet is in the nearby star field and is being attacked by star thieves. The United Fleet Headquarters issued an emergency to our department. Rescue life."

"Look, can we change the route slightly and rush to their aid nearby..."

His tone was full of humility.

"Haha, you know the priorities. This escort is your duty. As for the fate of your headquarters, you might as well let that old guy Kang Si come and tell me in person!"

"I would like to ask him, which consortium's transport fleet has such a reputation?"

Perrin sneered coldly and called the Combined Fleet Commander by his first name without any respect.

The Molson Consortium to which she belongs has numerous super capital among the overlord civilizations in this star field.

In this remote star area, there are even more top-notch capital giants.

She is an expatriate deacon with the surname "Molson". Not to mention the Combined Fleet Division in the remote star sector, all civilizations in the star sector are also polite when meeting her.

Anderson is well aware of this.

The sturdy half-orc in high-level military uniform was scolded coldly by the graceful leopard woman. He did not dare to reply even half a sentence, and even his breathing was lowered.

Many crew members who were watching on the scene could not help but feel emotional at this time, and even felt sad that something would hurt its own kind.

The iron-blooded clan motto "Orcs will never be slaves" is often extremely helpless when faced with these powerful upper-level civilizations.

Ever since they entered the dark jungle of the universe, almost all the orcs who were determined to fight to the death were exterminated and completely extinct!

Peilin was too lazy to talk nonsense and raised her hand to signal the communications officer to cut off the communication.

The huge transport fleet is still moving forward along the established route.

As the communication was turned off, inside the escort fleet's flagship, the cautious expression on Anderson's face suddenly disappeared. He stood up slowly, with no trace of anger on his face, but a slight curl in the corners of his lips.

His rough face, paired with that smile, looked extremely fierce.

"Subpoenaed to the headquarters. Deacon Perrin did not accept the suggestion to change the channel and insisted on traveling on the established route."

"With no success in persuading our troops, we have no choice but to continue to escort them."

"If 놆 is really unfortunate enough to be ambushed by a star thief, our unit will defend the transport fleet to the death."

"After the subpoena is over, start the long-distance signal shielding immediately and try to delay it as much as possible!"

After Anderson gave the order, he looked around the bridge, clenched his fists and waved: "Brothers, this job will be enough for us to eat all at once, so don't let me lose the chain!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire bridge immediately erupted in all kinds of joking laughter.

"Don't worry, old man, I've long been unhappy with this leopard girl!"

"Hehe, I find it quite refreshing. I heard that this little girl is a hybrid of dark elves."

"I hope the boss will be happy by then and let us be happy too!"

…

A long interstellar voyage will undoubtedly gradually dull the sense of time of living creatures.

By the time the ships in the transport fleet actually noticed the communication anomaly and confirmed each other, the long-distance communications of each ship had been completely disabled for more than six hours.

Out of fear of Deacon Perrin, the vice-captain of the transport flagship asked a correspondent to secretly send an inquiry to the escort fleet to see if he had encountered any similar situation.

Not long after, they received a reply from the escort fleet.

"There will be occasional particle storms in this star field, which temporarily affects remote communications. This is a normal natural phenomenon."

"Routine communications within the 놙놚 fleet are not interfered with. It does not affect the overall movement of the fleet and the communications between each ship, so there is no need to worry about it."

With this answer, the communications officer and the deputy captain no longer doubted his presence, but were filled with joy.

Fortunately, they did not report it to Deacon Perrin rashly, otherwise they would be severely reprimanded.

At this moment, Perrin had had enough of the dirty air on the bridge, and returned to her luxuriously furnished exclusive cabin to enjoy her meal.

Even though she despised and even hated the half-orc blood flowing in her body, she could not suppress the biological instinct brought about by it.

Every cell in her body had an infinite desire for strong liquor and meat.

Fortunately, when she was alone, she no longer had to maintain a mask and could release her nature without any scruples. She bit the bloody tender steak with her mouth and devoured it with mellow liquor, eating it heartily!

At this moment, she was still slightly drunk, and had long lost her innate instinct for danger like a beast.

Without noticing, danger was approaching quietly.

Half an hour later, the high-energy radar of the transport flagship issued a warning.

Right in front of the route, a large number of unknown ships were scanned. The operator was surprised, but there was no overreaction, and he notified the escort fleet as usual.

In the past, similar situations have occurred countless times.

The transport ships of the Molson Consortium, except for heavy artillery equipment, are equipped with other equipment that is not low.

Especially in terms of detection, communication and speed, they are even far superior to the elite warships of the United Fleet of the Pianhuang Star Region.

The high-energy radar carried by this transport flagship has a much wider detection range than the escort fleet.

It is not uncommon to encounter other transport fleets in this prosperous commercial waterway.

It is also a routine operation for the transport flagship to detect the signal first and then report it to the escort fleet.

Next, it is only necessary to wait for the escort fleet to negotiate and let the opposite fleet avoid it.

After all, the fleet of the Molson Consortium enjoys a higher navigation priority in the Pianhuang Star Region than the United Fleet!