Chapter 1042: Chapter 1037: Trap 4_1 Chapter 1042: Chapter 1037: Trap 4_1 “To achieve such a result and considering their current backers, there’s only one possibility left.
No matter the reason, they won’t be able to turn the tables unless they bring in the Dark Envoy fleets from other star systems or other dispatches.
Thinking this way, it becos quite simple.
Without a doubt, in this star domain, although I don’t know the reason, I believe the enemy definitely wants to construct an ultra-long-distance communication channel between star systems, like a Worm-D or a jump conduit, which would allow them to continuously bring in fleets from another star system.”
“Only in this way could they turn the tables; otherwise, even if they annihilated us all, they would just be trapping themselves here, which is definitely not a choice they would make.
So, they’re just keeping us here for now.
If I haven’t guessed wrong, the enemy will surely attack, but the attacks will be long-range and targeted, like the Hamr of Ares or other space torpedoes, or even, they might install propulsors behind so asteroids or small planets to attack us,” Lucy Watson explained, enunciating each word.
Lucy Watson’s words made everyone in the command center break out in cold sweats.
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Could it be so impressive that she could deduce so much from so little?
Although they weren’t sure whether Lucy Watson’s analysis was correct or not, after she explained it, they felt that it indeed seed to be the case.
Because Lucy Watson’s explanation was so logical, they couldn’t think of any other more reasonable explanation.
“So, do we have any counterasures right now?” Roman Rodger imdiately asked, full of hope.
Since Lucy Watson had analyzed the situation to this extent, there must certainly be a better option, right?
“No,” Lucy Watson replied curtly, without even the slightest hint of hesitation.
Roman Rodger and the others were at a loss for words and didn’t know what to say next.
“Now, pass the orders down.
Command ships 92, 133, 234…” Lucy Watson continued, ignoring Roman Rodger, issuing direct verbal orders.
Every warship had its own number and position, and now Lucy Watson was proceeding with her orders.
Although the main control computer was monitoring these things, the people in C-control were still sweating; each person was responsible for a sector, but they couldn’t find the warships Lucy Watson was ntioning by their numbers.
However, Lucy Watson read them off smoothly, and the most important thing was that these warships weren’t just being called out at random.
“Have them prepare the chas, no man C-control, and send them out to start the cha propulsors to slowly move the warships out of position,” Lucy Watson ordered without a second thought.
The flight engines being unable to start wasn’t an absolute problem; they just couldn’t operate stably for long periods.
But for chas, if they’re broken, they’re broken—Lucy Watson didn’t care about losing a few.
Although the size difference between a cha and a warship was vast, theoretically, there’s no such thing as mass in space.
Theoretically, even a finger could push a warship weighing hundreds of thousands of tons.
Naturally, this is based on the fact that you have an absolutely stable fulcrum behind you, preventing you from moving backward; otherwise, in space, the forces exerted are mutual.
When you push, it could be seen as either the warship moving forward or you receding backward.
So, the engines of a few chas would be sufficient to adjust the positions of the warships.
However, to expect the warships to fly off would be wishful thinking; there wouldn’t be enough chas for that.
It was not a ti to be wasteful.
“Wait a second,” Finn Lewis said upon hearing Lucy Watson’s words.
“Are you saying that adjusting our warships is all we need to do?”
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