Anti-Quick Transmigration System: Black-bellied male god, please take the move!

Chapter 712 Interstellar Commander 23
Su Mo stared at Zhuo Mu beside him in disbelief, as if trying to find a trace of the joke in his words from his expression.

But no, there was no hint of a joke in his tone and demeanor.

Su Mo has no time to worry about why he knows that he can't fly the aircraft, because the person who was flying the aircraft in front of her suddenly fell to the ground with a suppressed cry of pain!
The police officers on the side rushed forward to check his condition, took off his clothes and carried him out of the operating room in an orderly manner.

Su Mo stared blankly at the man being carried away, but someone behind her suddenly patted her on the shoulder heavily.

"Hey, it's your turn!"

Su Mo looked at the guard who pushed her to get on the console, and hesitantly looked at the costume and the complicated control panel in front of her.

How to do.

When she hesitated and finally decided to step on the instrument, someone stepped onto the console before her.

The man stuffed the drinking water bottle into her arms, took the clothes on it and quickly put it on, and directly started the control of the next small battleship.

Su Mo looked in surprise at Zhuo Mu, who naturally took over the operation from the task she was supposed to perform, and the guard on the side didn't say anything, but waved her hand to signal her to stand beside Zhuo Mu.

Su Mo didn't think that his friendship with Zhuo Mu was enough for him to help him in this way, and Zhuo Mu was very shrewd, so how could he do something that was completely useless to him?

But she didn't have time to think about it now. This war against invasion could not allow for a moment of negligence or relaxation. Just a few seconds later, a large number of people fell from the control platform.

On the high console behind him, the complexions of every leader are also not very good-looking.

If this continues, even if the person in front of Su Mo can hold on a little, Su Mo will never escape the fate of flying a battleship into battle today.

The man in front of her had been sailing the battleship for a long time, and she focused all her attention on Zhuo Mu who had just started sailing.

The red button starts sailing, the joystick turns, the white button shoots...

"Damn!"

Not far away, another team member abandoned the battleship ahead of time, tore off his control suit and jumped down. Panting heavily, he turned his head to look at the explosion scene displayed on the screen——

Two guards came to him and took his arms.

"Let go of me!" The man struggled, "If I didn't leave in time, I might die!"

"You have violated the rules." Two guards took his arms and left without any explanation. Under the eyes of the recruits, the man shouted angrily and horrified: "What kind of shit rules are these! The people of our Second Fleet rushed to the forefront! We were the ones who died in the end! The credit must be credited to the First and Third Fleets! And this small battleship itself is..."

Before he finished speaking, he was gagged by two guards and forcibly dragged away under the displeased eyes of the warship leaders on stage.

Su Mo frowned. She looked at Zhuo Mu, who was easily avoiding the incoming artillery fire and passing by other spaceships, and carefully studied the buttons and methods of driving the spaceship.

From the screens of the two in front of her, she carefully observed the attack mode of the opponent's warship, trying to find subtle operational loopholes, racing against time and refusing to let go of the slightest chance of survival.

Su Mo's gaze was suddenly attracted by a certain part of the opponent's battleship...

(End of this chapter)