The Storm Fighter restarted and all equipment returned to normal. An electronic synthesized voice sounded in the cockpit: "The space jump has been completed, and all fighters can return to their berths. All fighters must complete their return within 30 minutes. After one hour, the starship will make a second space jump."
Chu Jungui glanced around, and saw that the space was a completely unfamiliar background that was impossible to distinguish.
He started the engine of the Storm fighter, and with a bang, the fighter broke away from the surface of the starship and entered free flight. There were no enemies this time, and there was no emergency. The test object did not engage in extreme operations such as artillery acceleration, collision and parking, etc. It parked on the berth honestly, and the operations were precise and classic, even more classic than textbooks.
After getting off the Storm fighter, Chu Jungui's legs went weak, and he instantly felt that the armor on his body was heavier than a mountain. And various parts of the body are constantly alarming. Fortunately, the warning message showed no damage, mostly due to insufficient energy.
So Chu Jungui knew that he was hungry.
Several staff members had been following the fighter plane for a long time. They quickly came over to support Chu Jungui and took him to the maintenance room next to him to change his armor. After an air battle, it is common for these staff to see pilots who are too tired to climb out of the cabin.
As soon as the helmet of the Storm Pilot Armor was taken off, the staff thoughtfully brought over a bottle of energy drink. Chu Jungui bit the straw and drank it all in one gulp.
The staff member looked at the empty 2-liter beverage bottle and stayed for a second.
Another staff member reacted and quickly brought over another drink bottle. Chu Jungui drank it all in one gulp.
The two staff members took turns, and Chu Jungui drank six large bottles of drinks before expressing that enough was enough. The two staff members looked at the six empty bottles on the ground and stayed together for a second.
This is not an ordinary drink, but a high-energy drink that is specially designed to quickly replenish physical strength and calories. The calories are extremely high. 12 liters of the drink is equivalent to at least seven or eight kilograms of pure fat. Normal people will be full after drinking half a liter. People like fighter pilots who have undergone many genetic optimizations and have undergone strict training will basically not be able to finish a 2-liter bottle.
Chu Jun came back with 6 bottles, which naturally shocked them.
When he walked out of the storm control armor, the test subject was actually still a little unsatisfied and felt that he could still drink 6 more bottles. However, looking at the eyes of the staff, he felt that it would be better to take it slow first, since his stomach was already full anyway. As for eating enough, you can wait for a few late-night snacks in the evening when no one is around, one meal every half hour is enough.
The two staff members were staring at Chu Jungui's body, wondering why a person's stomach didn't grow at all after drinking 12 liters of drink.
Of course, Chu Jungui would not tell them that these drinks had been distributed evenly to all parts of the body. He just feels like he has too much water now and wants to spit out a few liters. But judging from the expressions of the staff, I might as well wait. Anyway, retaining the water will always be useful.
What the staff took out was not the original Lancer armor, but a set of general-purpose armor in the starship. Chu Jungui didn't object. After all, the fight with the Federation was in full swing, and wearing the opponent's armor was a bit dazzling.
After changing into his armor, a route map automatically appeared in front of Chu Jungui, guiding him to the starship's command room.
Without the need for crew guidance, Chu Jungui followed the route map instructions and walked into the automatic shuttle. The shuttle looked like an enlarged beverage can. After the hatch was closed, it moved along the dedicated passage and transported Chu Jungui to the upper front area of the starship in the blink of an eye.
Chu Jungui walked out of the shuttle, followed the guidance of the route map, passed through an identification and security checkpoint, and walked into the command area of the starship.
The real command room is not very big, and it seems a bit crowded with more than a dozen people sitting in it. Everyone sat very casually, and some even sat directly on the tables placed against the wall. The most serious person sitting inside was Lin Xi, and the least serious one was the guy in the middle who was half-slumped on the sofa, with his feet thrown high on the desk in front of him.
He wore a tight-fitting and lightweight armor, without showing his face. Several rays of light shot out from his palms, forming a light screen on which all dense data scrolled.
When Chu Jungui walked into the room, everyone immediately turned to look at him. It was so tidy that people felt scared.
The test subject looked around and couldn't find much place to stay, so he chose a position next to the wall and stood there.
Although the man in the middle had changed his armor, he could tell from the unique mist-like crest that he was the owner of this starship and the agent sent by the Special Operations Department to rescue Lin Xi and Chu Jungui.
After Chu Jungui came in, he seemed to glance at Chu Jungui, and then said: "Everyone is here, let's start."
A person standing next to the table glanced at the personal terminal and said: "The probability of Konoe 1 to 3 returning, after calculation, is..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the starship owner, "Don't talk nonsense! They can't come back. We know it and they know it too!"
There was silence in the command hall.
The starship owner changed his posture, looked up at the ceiling, and said slowly: "Three ships, 1,500 soldiers, 11 partners and brothers, just gone?"
No one answered.
The starship owner didn't ask any more questions and said a little tiredly: "Go on."
The person who reported earlier paused and said, "Without them, we may not be able to escape."
The starship owner said slowly: "I don't like the word escape, but this time, I did escape."
"Next is the statistics of the battle results. In this battle, the mothership Real was unable to attack because it was preparing for a space jump. Only light self-defense weapons shot down 4 Federation fighters. Except for Konoe 1 to 3, there was no starship battle. The battle results were mainly based on the Federation Fighter planes are the main focus. The following are the results achieved by fighter planes."
He paused for a few seconds before continuing: "The 100th place, El'an, has a record of 2 ordinary fighters, and his own plane crashed; the 99th place, Li Yuansheng, has a record of 3 ordinary fighters, and his own plane crashed;..."
The long list brought with it a heavy burden. When the 19th name was read, the words "self-plane crash" disappeared. By now, the record has increased to 13, and a third-level ace has appeared.
Chu Jungui didn't quite understand what a third-level ace was. It was probably similar to the Kristoff he had killed?
The list goes on.
"Third place, Liu Mei, has a record of 21 fighters and 3 level 3 aces."
After reading this, the man suddenly stopped for a moment, and then slowly continued: "Second place, um, second place, illusion, record..."
Before he finished reading, the starship owner grabbed the light screen with his hands and looked at it carefully.
He watched for ten minutes before staring at the person who posted the results. His eyes through the mask were as sharp as invisible blades, "You calculated correctly?"
Although he was a subordinate, the man still had the basic bottom line and backbone. He shook his head: "No."
The starship master threw the light screen back to him and said, "Keep reading!"
