A large restaurant on the flagship of the ocean-going transport fleet was brightly lit and lively. Beige round tables filled the entire restaurant. Nearly a thousand sailors in military uniforms gathered together, making the originally spacious restaurant look extra special. Crowded.
A line of banners celebrating the successful completion of the mission hangs in front of the restaurant. The words express gratitude to the crew and the importance, difficulties and obstacles of executing this special mission.
This banquet was a thank-you party, specially prepared by Lieutenant Colonel Cleaver, the commander-in-chief of the ocean-going transport fleet, to thank the alert formation for its "escort".
The sumptuous dinner and the dazzling array of fine wines made all the crew members immersed in this gluttonous feast. Under the soft music, the crew members ate with the clink of knives and forks, and laughed loudly while drinking and drinking...
In obvious contrast, an hour ago, the crew was still in panic and anger due to the pursuit of the fleet's repeated bombings.
But now, this banquet allowed them to temporarily wash away their fatigue, forget the long-simmering resentment in their hearts, and completely immerse themselves in the joy brought by fine wine and delicious food...
In the center of the banquet, Lieutenant Colonel Cleaver sat together with the commander-in-chief of the security formation, accompanied by his adjutant, Major Chance, and the deputy commander-in-chief of the security formation, Major Zhang Puqiang.
After three drinks and five dishes, Clifford stood up with his glass and raised his glass high to the crew members attending the banquet. Everyone stood up in unison.
After some affectionate words of thanks, the sound of clinking glasses and laughter echoed throughout the restaurant.
Clifford put down his wine glass contentedly, pressed his hands and motioned for everyone to sit down.
"In addition to what I just said, this banquet also has a purpose, which is to answer the questions in your mind." Cleaver said.
The venue fell silent instantly, and everyone stopped holding knives and forks in their hands, eagerly awaiting his speech.
"As the commander-in-chief of the ocean transport fleet, I have the honor to carry out this extraordinary mission. It is not only an honor, but also a responsibility. I think everyone here has the same idea as me."
He cleared his throat and continued: "As for why the Crisis Planning Agency attacked your security formation, I have also exchanged views on this with your commander, Lieutenant Colonel Rigg."
As he spoke, he looked at Lieutenant Colonel Rigg next to him, who nodded slightly.
"The attack on you is completely a drama staged by the Crisis Plan. The purpose is to act as a show to the Tiberians in order to cover our ocean-going fleet, including the nearly a hundred ships we lost."
Clifford's words made the people present agitated, and after a brief whisper, they quickly became quiet.
Lieutenant Colonel Rigg breathed a long sigh of relief. For him, today's banquet could be said to have swept away the haze and doubts that had shrouded his mind before. Clifford also indirectly helped him.
He had to thank him.
He looked at Clifford excitedly, his brows filled with gratitude. He raised a glass of wine and drank it happily with him.
Recalling that time, after the attack, he calmed down the angry mood of the crew members immediately.
Perhaps because of his lack of seniority or the need for confidentiality, the Crisis Plan did not give him any explanation before and after the attack.
However, as the commander of the alert formation, he still had to give corresponding explanations to the crew members. However, his reassurance contained obvious personal assumptions and guesses, which could not completely dispel their doubts.
Now, Cleaver's explanation is reasonable and reasonable. In addition, his identity and his ocean-going fleet were also attacked, and the losses were even more severe, which also increased the weight of his words.
The loud laughter and the sound of knives and forks hitting plates returned to the restaurant.
The crisis is over.
Clifty
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He picked up the cup and had a drink with Lieutenant Colonel Rigg who was sitting there. As he pushed the cup to change the cup, a trace of a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Fifteen minutes later, the entire restaurant became extremely agitated. Except for Major Zhang Puqiang, all the crew members of the alert formation, including Lieutenant Colonel Rigg, were in an abnormal state without exception.
They knocked over seats, stumbled to the ground, slumped on chairs, or lay motionless on tables. The whole restaurant was a mess with cups and plates all over the floor.
After a painful and chaotic commotion, the restaurant fell silent.
Cleaver proudly raised the wine glass on the table, clinked it with his adjutant Chance, and the deputy commander-in-chief of the alert formation, Major Zhang Puqiang, and drank. The moment the wine slid down his throat, the three of them burst out laughing in unison.
The entire guard formation was poisoned.
"How to deal with these corpses?" Clifford asked after looking around.
"You guys get on the submarine first, and I'll take care of the aftermath!" Chance replied.
20 minutes later, led by Major Zhang Puqiang, deputy commander-in-chief of the alert formation, Cleaver and about 900 of his cronies took advantage of the darkness to board the remaining six conventional submarines of the alert formation.
Ten minutes before they boarded the submarine, Zhang Puqiang led a special team to easily clear out the personnel on duty who were stationed in the submarine, and successfully seized command of the submarine.
An hour after Clifford boarded the submarine, Chance, who was responsible for the aftermath, led a group of people to board the submarine.
At this moment, the ocean-going fleet was still racing against time to load red soil resources, and no one noticed the unusual behavior of the six submarines in the alert formation.
They dived to the bottom of the Congo River and quietly sailed toward the estuary in radio silence...
Two hours later, six submarines sailed out of the mouth of the Congo River and entered the Gulf of Guinea. They did not continue moving forward, but silently moved to the seabed to avoid detection by the pursuing fleet's underwater sonar system and aerial anti-submarine aircraft.
At the same time, more than 200 fighter planes took off from the three aircraft carriers of the pursuit fleet, and they carried out carpet bombing of the area where red soil was collected.
The traces left by collecting red soil were completely erased.
In the command hall of the Supreme Military Executive Committee of the Crisis Planning Agency, the supreme commander of the Tiberian colonial fleet appeared on the communication screen.
"Mr. Commander, we have eliminated the rebels who have penetrated deep into the inland areas, and all the fortifications they built have been destroyed by us."
Li Jianfeng's report was of course to cover the red soil collection operation.
For the Taibo people, whose civilization level is tens of thousands of years higher than that of the people on Earth, their large-scale exploitation of red soil resources cannot be concealed from their various omnipotent detection equipment.
As early as the beginning of collecting red soil, Li Jianfeng dispatched two ground troops, one disguised as "rebels" and the other as "suppression" troops.
The two sides launched a "death struggle" in the area where the red soil was collected. They continued to fight by digging tunnels and building fortifications. The battle started from the moment the red soil was collected and continued until all the red soil resources were shipped.
"Despite this, there is still a rebel force that escaped. They seized 6 submarines and waited for an opportunity to escape to Dark River Company. Please allow the supreme commander to allow us to continue the encirclement and suppression!" Li Jianfeng said.
"I'll give you three hours. If you still can't wipe out the rebels, then we, the Tiberians, will take action."
The supreme commander's words were an ultimatum to Li Jianfeng. Originally, he wanted to use the opportunity of encircling and suppressing the rebels to cover the return of the ocean-going fleet, but now, everything has changed.
In three hours, the ocean-going fleet could not travel very far. Once the Tiberians focused their attention on them, the nearly 500 million tons of red soil resources would be exposed to the public eye, and their focus would shift to this.
By then, how to explain luck?
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Losing such a large amount of red soil resources has become a thorny problem.
If things go wrong, the Tiberians will strike first and destroy this ocean-going transport fleet without warning.
In fact, as Li Jianfeng expected, the Taibo people had already discovered the large-scale collection of red soil resources. The reason why they had not taken action was that they could not tell whether this behavior was done by the rebels or the Crisis Planning Agency. for.
If it was done by the rebels, although the Tiberians did not know their purpose of collecting red soil, it must have indirectly benefited them, the Tiberians.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and the Tiberians know this lesson well.
If it is the work of the Crisis Plan, the only thing waiting for the entire fleet is to be destroyed!
Before things become clear, they have enough time to destroy this ocean-going fleet during the long voyage.
Without further ado, Li Jianfeng said quickly: "We noticed that while the rebels were resisting, they loaded a large amount of red soil resources on the ocean-going fleet. According to the intelligence we received, they wanted to transport the red soil to the Dark River Company. Make a fortune."
"Making a fortune?"
"Yes, the territory allocated to us earthlings is located in three desert areas. It is barren and desolate. The soil is also an important strategic resource that we urgently need. The rebels want to sell it at a price."
"Has the rebellion in the ocean-going transport fleet also been quelled?" the supreme commander asked with concern.
"It has been quelled. At this time, we have not yet taken over full control of the fleet."
"The control of the ocean transport fleet is now taken over by us Tiberians, and the people on earth have no right to interfere!"
After the supreme commander finished speaking, he disappeared from the communication screen.
Li Jianfeng froze on the spot. Once the Tiberians took over this ocean-going fleet filled with red soil resources, it would mean that all the efforts made for it would be in vain.
However, at the last moment before the Tiberians destroyed this ocean-going fleet, everything was subject to change and even a turn of events.
Soon, on the large surveillance screen, Li Jianfeng noticed that a formation of small interstellar ships from the Tiberians flew over the ocean-going fleet, and a patrol aircraft flew out from one of the small interstellar ships.
It approached and hovered in the low-altitude area of the fleet, sending orders in earth language to the fleet to evacuate immediately, otherwise, the entire fleet would be attacked!
The patrol aircraft gave all Earthlings 2 hours to evacuate all ships.
The order given by Li Jianfeng was to obey the order of the Tiberians to evacuate, but to delay the evacuation as much as possible.
Three hours, or at most four hours, was the longest time Li Jianfeng asked the ocean-going fleet to delay the Tiberians' takeover.
After Li Jianfeng's order was issued, the crew members of the ocean-going fleet began to evacuate one after another. They did not flock to the deck in groups, but slowly came down the gangway with depressed expressions.
On the decks of several ships, some crew members even had "physical conflicts" with the evacuation personnel. Some were quickly quelled, while others intensified and large-scale "riots" broke out.
The "riots" continued intermittently, and the military police who maintained order were unable to do their job, causing the "conflicts" between the two sides to become more and more intense.
Five minutes later, Li Jianfeng received a secret message from the pursuit fleet. The secret message showed that the submarine force captured by Cleaver was silently at the mouth of the Congo River, that is, on the seabed of the Gulf of Guinea.
This submarine force became Li Jianfeng's life-saving straw to save the entire ocean-going fleet.
Can the ocean-going fleet carrying nearly 500 million tons of red soil resources avoid the fate of being taken over by the Tiberians? Can it be returned to the home port smoothly? It is related to the future and destiny of people on earth.
3 to 4 hours is the limit time for winning this battle.
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