Harvest

Wang Dong made it clear that the gains from this wave of raids had almost been maximized.

The twenty-four hours of the "Battlefield of Other Spaces" had lasted for thirteen hours.

After eleven hours, he would be able to break away.

Towards the Yatai civilization's fleet that was standing by, the Tomahawk didn't charge straight ahead as it had done on previous occasions.

Instead, it shifted its course, avoiding the orbits of the two military fortification planets, and slowly retreated out of the galaxy.

The Yatai civilization reacted immediately, and a large fleet of five motherships and five hundred battleships clustered out to assault the Tomahawk.

The remaining nearly two thousand battleships formed a second front behind it in an arc formation, slowly advancing.

"Very decisive; it is clear that with the battle power demonstrated by the Tomahawk, the defense line formed by the small fleet simply cannot prevent it from breaking through.

So it simply withdrew the guarding of the planets and used all of its main forces to expel and surround the Tomahawk."

Wang Dong silently gave a nod to the commander of the Yatai civilization.

With this kind of dense formation, Wang Dong really had no interest in drilling into it.

If in the Tomahawk's heyday, it might still be possible to kill him three times in and three times out, at the cost of possibly minor injuries to the armor and hull structure.

But now the Tomahawk was running out of ammunition and had no power to fight back.

Wang Dong has no intention to start another war; the harvest is already huge enough; maybe charge a few more times. Relying on the high speed of the Tomahawk and the rapid fire of the secondary cannons, it can still knock down dozens of battleships.

But this only ten or so source point gain after discount Wang Dong has not put in his eyes.

After eating and drinking, he should go home and sleep.

Facing the military strength of the Yatai civilization fleet, the engine power of the Tomahawk slowly increased and began to speed up continuously. Three hours later, the Tomahawk flew away from the Yatai galaxy.

The Yatai civilization fleet stayed within the galaxy, only sending out a few dozen warships, far away from the Tomahawk, until it was thrown out of radar range.

There were still eight hours left to exit the alien space, and there were no more enemy traces in the surrounding area.

Only then did Wang Dong relax.

A first-class interstellar civilization did not have the capital to chase the Tomahawk.

As for the possibility of the Yatai civilization asking for help from a higher-level interstellar civilization within a short period of time, there was no need to consider it.

The vast sea of stars and the endless distance were the greatest limitations for all interstellar civilizations.

The continuous battle for more than ten hours, although it was not intense, because the single person operating the battleship had to enter the mode of high-speed human-computer data interaction, still consumed a large amount of Wang Dong's physical energy.

The battle finally ended, and Wang Dong, who had loosened up, had a feeling of being deflated.

At the same time, he felt a fierce hunger in his abdomen.

After entering the "Battlefield of Other Spaces," he had not taken in any water for more than ten hours.

Fortunately, the living material reserve on the Tomahawk was still quite rich, and after requesting the ship's optical brain, a sumptuous breakfast was placed in front of Wang Dong in just a few minutes.

Breakfast, no problem.

Wang Dong entered the alien space at about 13:00 on June 22, 10105 of the astrological calendar.

Sixteen hours later, the time was now around 5:00 on June 23rd, which could barely be considered breakfast time.

After enjoying the sumptuous food without a hurry, Wang Dong wiped his mouth and strolled inside the command module.

After adjusting the light filtering mode, the starlight penetrated through the porthole, making Wang Dong feel as if he were immersed in an ocean of stars.

Gently tilting his head, he slightly closed his eyes.

Wang Dong smiled.

Compared to before he was reborn, the first battlefield in an alien space, which was half a year earlier, was completed.

Once enemies, the noose of fate has already lit up its fierce fangs, are you ready?

Wait patiently until the end of the twenty-four-hour alien space battlefield.

There are still a few hours to go before the end of this other space battlefield.

Wang Dong, who had nothing to do, turned around on the Tomahawk.

Because he had to disguise himself as if nothing had happened and was just going for normal mining, the last time he was in a hurry, Wang Dong rushed to mine and didn't check in detail on the ship.

Although, before rebirth, he had spent more than ten years with the Tomahawk and was quite familiar with it.

But before was before, and now is now.

Without using the magnetic hover disk, Wang Dong resumed strolling around the Tomahawk in a walking manner.

The "Pond" belonged to the Scout Class Destroyer.

The length of the ship was three hundred and twenty-three meters, the widest part of the ship was seventy meters, and the highest height of the ship was seventy-five meters.

The main functional area was divided into four levels.

In total, there were a command module, a number of operation modules, dozens of crew cabins, a medical module, a parlor module, and three accumulator modules distributed in different locations on the ship's hull.

There were also more than twenty other various functional cabins, such as entertainment cabins, conference cabins, and spare cabins.

For Wang Dong, who was currently alone, it was too vast.

In fact, a fire Battleship under normal circumstances was not something that could be played by just one member of the captain.

After finally returning to the command cabin, Wang Dong let out a long breath of satisfaction.

Taking stock of the harvest.

Remaining source points: 1876 points!

The beautiful number, in Wang Dong's eyes, glittered with a golden light.

The source points increased from the original 12 points to 1876.

An increase of eighteen hundred and sixty-four points!

What kind of concept was this?

According to Wang Dong's experience before he was reborn, an ordinary fire Battleship, each time on a space Battlefield, would be worth as little as a few dozens of points or as much as a few hundred points.

On average, the gain from a space battlefield was around one hundred source points.