At this moment, the unknown ray was following Fu Luo like a shadow. She switched through several route paths in succession but was unable to successfully shake off her pursuer.

Could it be that their side's scout ship's route map had been leaked?

That was a top-level military secret. Before the ship's assembly, even the commander of this operation didn't have the authority to know it. Fu Luo racked her brains to eliminate various possibilities. Finally, with an experimental attitude, she pushed the scout ship's gear to the last setting - random path.

Pushing the speed to the maximum, the scout ship began to do Brownian motion like a lunatic in the dark universe according to the random path.

The alarm suddenly went out. The corner of Fu Luo's eye twitched. Did this mean she had shaken them off?

At the next moment, Yang Ning's voice came through her communicator: "Fu Luo, what were you doing with that operation just now?"

Before Fu Luo could answer, the yellow ray warning lit up again inside the ship's cabin.

She was shocked - wait, could the problem be with... the communication signal?

Fu Luo suddenly recalled the electromagnetic cannon from a few days ago at the official start of the war, which directly crossed the space fortress at an unbelievable distance and acted on the ground.

She abruptly had an audacious guess.

Fu Luo remembered that when she was young, she had once seen the concept of "communication tracking" on a report that Fu Xiaoxin had accidentally left behind. Through certain technical means, the signal path could be visualized, thereby tracking the location of the signal sender and receiver in space.

However, for various reasons, this project was ultimately unable to continue on Earth.

But what about in another star system with extremely developed communications and electromagnetic weapons?

"D-rank soldier Fu Luo, can you hear me? Respond immediately upon receiving." Yang Ning, who hadn't received her answer for a while, inquired again very patiently.

"Colonel," Fu Luo pressed the communicator, "I feel the enemy seems to have mastered 'communication tracking' technology."

Yang Ning: "This is your guess? Based on what?"

Fu Luo glanced at her position coordinates. At this time, she was less than 30 firing range units away from the enemy's main base, and their yellow ray had been tracking her from beginning to end. If she made any unusual movements in this interval, it was very likely she would be shot down by the other side.

"Scout Ship No. 4 requests to disconnect communication," Fu Luo stared at the shrinking distance on the instrument panel and said with a calmness that belied her rank and situation, "to conduct a 5-minute on-site experiment."

Yang Ning thought for a few seconds: "Okay."

After a while, he couldn't help but softly urge: "Be careful."

Fu Luo heard a "click" sound in the communicator. That was the sound of the other party cutting off the two-way connection. The communication noise caused by solar activity suddenly disappeared in the communicator in her ear.

A sudden sense of loneliness hit her without warning. Fu Luo felt that the surroundings were incredibly quiet, and she was like a kite with a broken string.

This inexplicable panic came extremely quickly. For a moment, the communicator without any sound almost made her feel like she had gone deaf.

Fu Luo noticed that her heartbeat and breathing were speeding up, and adrenaline was slowly being injected into her body.

No... this would cause an increase in oxygen consumption.

She bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, barely calming her mind in the pain, and switched the path to random mode again.

The yellow ray lock-on warning disappeared again.

But this didn't make Fu Luo feel excited - after all, she was still just a new soldier. The psychological pressure caused by the universe was different from any simulation on the ground. Cutting off contact with the commanding personnel on her side during a mission was like directly throwing a child with cosmic phobia into an empty space.

The tracking signature disappeared, and ahead was still a vast, seemingly endless darkness.

She couldn't even feel that she was moving forward.

The intense loss of control and helplessness stretched the short five minutes infinitely long. Every second seemed to be stuck, pushing forward with difficulty.

Fu Luo forcefully suppressed her breathing. As time passed, cold sweat began to involuntarily ooze from her temples. Together with her scout ship, under the eyelids of the enemy's main base, she did a Brownian walk that could be re-locked and shot down at any time.

It was like pulling the hand of the God of Death and dancing a minuet.

The extreme dead silence in the scout ship made Fu Luo feel that the sound of her blood vessels jumping was starting to become unbearably noisy. She couldn't help but let her thoughts run wild.

Fu Luo reached out her finger and pinched her earlobe, wanting to turn on the communicator, wanting to turn on the communicator...

Finally, to distract herself, she took out her cell phone, which had long been without a signal, and in that extreme environment, opened the text message box she had never had the courage to open.

First was Wang Yizheng's message.

Wang Yizheng: "Where are you? Call back, don't run around, your parents are doing this for your own good."

Wang Yizheng's second message: "Call back immediately, if you really want to enlist we can discuss it when you get home!"

There was nothing after that. The man seemed to see that she was determined to go, so he stopped making any meaningless contact.

There was also a message from Wang Ergou: "I'm leaving too."

Before Fu Luo could figure out what Wang Ergou meant by this sentence, a red ray warning suddenly lit up inside the scout ship - a red warning, highly aggressive, most likely an aiming ray from a high-energy cannon at close range!

Fu Luo's palm was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and her cell phone nearly slipped out of her palm. It was as if someone had suddenly grabbed her neck, and even her breathing paused for a few seconds.

However, the red warning only flashed once. The next moment, the high-speed randomly moving scout ship shook off this unfriendly lock-on. And in that flash of lightning, Fu Luo also had an epiphany - if... the other party was really capturing the scout ship's tracks based on the communication signal, then the previous yellow ray was most likely meant to "capture".

And having lost her whereabouts for a full five minutes, the other party would quickly realize that she had already figured out their tracking pattern!

Then once she resumed communication with the headquarters and was tracked again, the other party would lock onto and shoot her down at the first opportunity!

At this time, the five minutes were up. Fu Luo felt a dull pain in her chest at that moment, as if she had seen the sleeve of the God of Death, and her heartbeat stopped for a moment.

But the communicator never re-established contact.

Five minutes and one second, five minutes and two seconds...

Fu Luo let out a sigh of relief with mixed emotions. Obviously, if she had realized the problem, Yang Ning couldn't have missed it. The fact that the connection wasn't re-established proved that her guess was correct.

The heart that had just settled sank again - being unable to contact the General Staff Office meant that she had now truly become a veritable ghost in space.

With complex feelings, she glanced at the map positioning. It showed that she was now only twenty firing range units away from the enemy headquarters.

Fu Luo tightened her grip on the phone.

Last time, how did Senior Brother Ye and Old General Zhao calmly blow up the enemy command ship and escape unscathed when they suddenly jumped into the enemy headquarters?

She thought of Ye Wenlin's multimedia message, and the crumpled five yuan bill.

"Your heart should be like a stone." Fu Luo recited in a low voice, "Like a stone..."

For a moment, she felt that she had become certain of many things, and the symptoms of panic, cold sweat and near-cosmic phobia miraculously subsided.

Fu Luo held her phone, recalling like a carousel her desperate desire to go to the space front regardless of everything, even having the first quarrel with her parents in her life.

Why am I here?

For six years, never daring to slack off, always chasing that world-renowned, genius shadow, what was it for?

She pursed her lips, licking off the slightly salty taste of sweat on them.

Wasn't it because she wanted to stand here?

To give full play to her ambitions and live up to what she had learned in her life?

"Senior Brother Ye had also been here before, going deeper than me, facing the unknown enemy head-on." She thought, "At least I know that the other side is not as powerful as imagined."

Fu Luo felt that she still had a long way to go. At least in terms of danger level and difficulty, investigation missions and attack missions were incomparable.

But she didn't know that the special forces' safe return that time relied heavily on the battle-hardened Old General Zhao's intuition and his familiarity with the behavioral patterns of high-ranking military commanders.

Fu Luo wiped the cold sweat from her palms on her pants, then put away her phone again.

She decided to look at what her mother had said after completing the mission and returning.

The map showed that she was only fifteen firing range units away from the enemy headquarters. At this point, the highest magnification long-range telescope could already vaguely see a bit of the outline of the enemy headquarters.

At this distance, it was actually possible to perform "mirror scanning". Fu Luo's finger hesitated on the mirror scan command for a long time, but in the end still didn't press it.

If the other side really mastered communication tracking technology, mirror scanning might alert them.

Fu Luo began to try to establish her own analysis in the absence of orders from the General Staff Office: the success of General Zhao and the others' sneak attack meant that the enemy's anti-intrusion system for small ships nearby was not very sophisticated. Maybe she could risk getting ten more firing range units closer.

"In close combat with the enemy, the one who thinks like the enemy is the one who laughs last." This was the preface of the small-scale battle command outline.

If she were the enemy commander, what would she do after just suffering a local sneak attack?

After some thought, Fu Luo felt that she would definitely retract the two wings and wrap the main ship in the middle, forming a typical "spherical" formation.

Advanced scout ships could automatically calculate and adjust the forward path based on the pilot's judgment of the enemy's formation, entering from the other side's visual blind spot.

Fu Luo decisively stopped the random mode and adjusted to the "spherical" formation's advance route.

This showed the difference between an old general who had dominated the battlefield for decades and a new recruit - if the person in the scout ship at this time were Zhao Youxuan or Chen Zhong, they would definitely have the scout ship brush past the right wing.

Because the enemy absolutely could not deploy a defensive formation at the entrance of the solar system.

Their enemy was the attacking side, the invading side. In a large-scale confrontation, the one who launched the attack first either pursued relentlessly or was routed. There was no third path, because once the spirit of "invincibility" was dispersed, there was no need to continue fighting this battle.

Although they were nearly pecked blind in one eye, the losses were very limited. The humans of the other star system waiting ahead must be a hawk with wings spread, waiting to pounce on the rabbit!

However, it just so happened that due to the loss of contact, Fu Luo did not know that the main forces of both sides had already exchanged fire. The premise of her analysis and judgment was wrong, and the judgment made based on the wrong premise was also wrong. The two mistakes came together and somehow hit the mark by chance.

Ye Wenlin looked unassuming and didn't seem to have much attacking power, but when he took command of the vanguard, it was a completely different story. His style was in line with Zhao Youxuan's. Under the solid backing of the Earth Allied Forces that were about to arrive, the entire vanguard fleet lived up to its name as the spearhead. He mobilized the heaven-defying destructive power of Trojan Horse No. 1 to the fullest, forcibly opening a huge gap in the hail of bullets, tying down a lot of firepower.

At the same time, the command center of the other star system seemed to be concentrating its forces to take out this vanguard fleet that was like a thorn in their throat, inexplicably contracting their attack positions.

They also separated the fleet executing the capture mission from the attack fleet, effectively dispersing into two "spherical" formations. Fu Luo, like a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse, guessed half of it right!

It was clear that sometimes, fighting a war was also a matter of fate, luck, and feng shui.

The fearless invisible scout ship charged straight in.

Thanks to the influence of the solar storm and the energy interference of the firepower confrontation, Fu Luo fortunately avoided the first "sphere", brushing past by a hair's breadth.

Her heart was pounding wildly. At this moment, she was less than one firing range unit away from the fleet of the other star system.

The scout ship's close-range camera and scouting program started running at high speed, frantically recording everything here. Just then, a red light flashed in the cabin, and a high-risk ray locked onto her again!