Helen bit her lip hard and leaned her body against the railing of the command post, trying to maintain balance amid the violent shaking of the battleship. She did not expect that her life had already reached its end so quickly. This was not a movie; this was the brutal reality.
"Now…" Chekov straightened his clothes and said hoarsely, "Everyone, pray."
In the silence, he turned and extended his hand to Fatty: "Colonel Tian, it's a pleasure to meet you. I believe next time, I'll be able to make such a decisive decision more firmly than you."
"Hmm…" Fatty, who was shaking hands with Chekov, seemed a bit absent-minded: "I'm saying, shouldn't we be running away now?"
"Running away?" Chekov looked back at the huge virtual screen on the main control console with a wry smile. There were enemy ships all around, two Destroyers, two Armed Merchant Ships, and three Torpedo Boats, almost blocking every direction.
