Resurrection Empire

Chapter 1336 - 506: Computational Overkill, Technological Overkill, Single-Soldier Overkill (Part 2)

On the other side, Kali Claudie finally managed to use the backup radio module to slightly restore contact with the outside world.

Since the Storm pirate group had no experience in using radio communication, nor any contingency plans, they only had very basic code encryption.

This encryption was broken in less than five seconds on Ren Zhong’s side.

It was not Ren Zhong who did it, but the top-level programmer and hacker Chen Qiao, who served as the front-line information center manager.

On the other side, the fleet command painstakingly rebuilt by Kali Claudie in chaos immediately became one-way transparent.

Kali Claudie was busy issuing orders, directing each Assault Ship to quickly verify damage situations, respond autonomously, reorganize forces, and try to confirm as soon as possible just how many Assault Ships were usable, and the remaining number of combat personnel.

"Those who should evacuate the ship, evacuate quickly, don’t delay, and don’t count on repairing damaged ships. There’s no time for that. Hou Sheng, don’t return, continue scouting away from the fleet, and keep moving unpredictably to avoid being locked by the second wave of enemy attack. All actions must be completed within half an hour; the enemy cannot have only this wave of attack... What!"

As Captain Kali was issuing commands methodically and calmly, suddenly dozens of energy beams shot from a distance, converging at a point and precisely hitting Hou Sheng’s boarding jump ship.

Hou Sheng’s vessel was instantly shattered into fireworks in space.

"Finished." Wu Moyou murmured, "Our strongest force hasn’t even gotten close to the enemy, how could it..."

"Wait, there’s still a chance!" Captain Kali’s eyes widened. He spotted a small black dot in the optical camera’s captured light cluster.

As the glow subsided, a slightly disheveled Hou Sheng appeared in space, clad in War Armor.

The radio communication was filled with Hou Sheng’s angry roars.

In that instant, the elite strike team aboard the boarding jump ship with him was nearly wiped out, only he survived by luck due to the War Armor’s enhanced protection.

But his anger was futile.

Next, a series of energy beams came from the distant Void again, grouped in dozens, hitting one after another of the small ships that left the Assault Ships, like extreme ultraviolet light etching patterns on a silicon Crystal Chip, continuously naming the Storm pirate warriors.

"What’s out there? Why doesn’t our radar react at all? Why is this happening!"

Hou Sheng roared unwillingly.

Captain Kali and Wu Moyou exchanged glances.

Hou Sheng’s question was also troubling them.

They were also wondering if leaving the Assault Ship on small vessels might result in such targeted casualties.

The two shuddered, feeling wrong no matter where they tried to hide.

"Here it comes again! Missiles are coming again!"

At that moment, the surviving radar operator screamed repeatedly.

Captain Kali was stunned.

In his understanding, previous high-speed stealth missiles must be expensive, and the Source Star, being nascent, couldn’t have many.

But now he had been slapped in the face.

Wu Moyou similarly said, "I don’t get it, our large ships are already torn apart, isn’t it a waste of ammunition?"

As he finished speaking, the radar operator immediately gave an answer.

The 8,000 missiles with extremely small reflective surfaces suddenly vanished, replaced by a heap of much smaller but larger reflective area mini-missiles.

Wu Moyou gasped, "These are distributed submunition warheads! The first wave of missiles breaks our formation, damages our ships. The second wave uses distributed submunition warheads to cover us in strikes, creating casualties. This is meant to eradicate us, no survivors left."

On the other side, Ren Zhong already heard Wu Moyou’s exclamation via eavesdropping, chuckled lightly, "Pretty clever, guessed right, but it’s meaningless."

Every QS-23 submunition missile first pierced through the interference barrage, then split into a hundred small self-guiding Tracking Missiles just before contact, transforming into a torrential rain pouring into the Assault Fleet.

These small missiles are of low technical content, all using impact-trigger warheads, no remote detonation needed.

Some Assault Fleet’s anti-missile Beam Cannons were intercepting, trying to trigger small warheads prematurely.

But it was all in vain; the number of small missiles reached 800,000, impossible to intercept completely.