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"God!" A staff officer of the Feyon cruiser stared blankly out of the porthole.
The visual impact brought by this violent scene in the universe is too strong. The warships of West Yorkshire that emerged from the void were smashed to pieces in front of the overwhelming torpedoes and missile clusters. Numerous wreckages were scattered in all directions.
On the huge hull of the giant steel ship, fireballs exploded one after another, like blood-red epiphyllums that have just opened and faded.
So eye-catching!
"God is not here" The deputy captain, who was running around in front of the Skynet console like a lion, kicked the distracted staff officer's butt, "Look at the fart, it's our turn, we superior!"
"1500 quarters left rudder, full speed." The master pilot repeated the captain's instructions loudly.
"Electronic jamming activated" The electronic soldier frantically flicked the densely packed switches on the console, his hands so fast that only an afterimage could be seen.
"The charge of the main gun is 80%85" The gunner in the main gun compartment stared at the charge meter, his heavy snort was like a Pit bulls just waiting for the floodgates to open.
"Fully open the propeller" The head of the engine room screamed almost jumping, and the soldiers under him were instructed by him not to touch the ground.
"Quick, quick, quick" The frantic roars of the captains echoed, and every warship seemed to be blown up.
The officers and soldiers trembling with excitement ran fast and roared. The sound of typing on the keyboard is like a rainstorm hitting a lotus pond. The turret is spinning rapidly, the radar is locking, and the steel body of the battleship is turning. The huge fleet is like a group of migratory birds flapping their wings and gliding on the water, ready to soar into the sky.
"Attack!"
"Let's go, let's go!"
"Follow!"
The blue energy shields are like the lights of the city at night, lighting up one after another. In this wonderful light, the huge bandit army fleet started to move.
The fusiform fleet sailing formation, like a ball of thread that has been pulled away, is changing rapidly.
The high-speed destroyers took the lead in attacking. These small warships rushed out like a group of hounds who had broken off their leashes, overwhelmingly towards the enemy ships. Behind them was a group of cruisers. These slightly larger warships were more like the rangers outflanking the two wings on the ancient battlefield.
When the main guns were fully charged, the patrolling group battleships divided into four groups burst out a dazzling light at the same time.
Countless streamers swept straight across the black void, plunging into the enemy fleet. A moment later, as if being doused with gasoline, the Xiyue patrol group, which had already been caught in the explosion fire, burst out a few dazzling white lights again. This white light is so violent that the entire universe is lit up at this moment.
The flagship command hall was tense and boiling.
The fat man stood on the command seat with piercing eyes, and gave an order: "The first patrol group detours to the left, and the second patrol group assaults the L21 area, attacking the main battleship formation of the enemy fleet."
"The first patrol group understands."
"The second patrol group understands."
The excited answers of the two fleet coordinators sounded almost simultaneously.
"The electronic attack is fully launched," Fatty dragged the situation map on the tactical computer, while looking at the densely packed information and data, he ordered one after another: "The main formation salvo, the coordinates are 45223.74225.39280.7 Follow the circular movement of the flagship, and automatically adjust the shooting elements"
Every time he gave an order, the officer in charge answered loudly. For a moment, in the entire command hall, the voice of "yes" was heard all over the body.
No one questioned his order anymore, and everyone's blood was ignited in the fireworks in the distant starry sky.
That's O'Brien!
It is a tactician known as Cyclops, an expert in air combat!
However, when his fleet leaned out from the darkness, it encountered thousands of missiles and torpedoesan extremely precise head-on attack!
Is there anything crazier than this? !
"Enemy Fleet Loss Report!" Fatty shouted.
"The center cluster lost 35%, the rear cluster lost 41%, and the battle cluster lost 3.6%" Tony reported loudly.
Following the data in Tony's mouth, even at the busiest moment, an uncontrollable cheer erupted in the command room.
The staff officers clapped hands and celebrated in spite of their busy schedule. Before the first wave of attack was over, the enemy's patrolling group had already?The name did not come from a sneak attack!
In the command room of [Supreme Glory], hundreds of staff officers of the Dragoon Fleet are like a high-speed pole, classifying, analyzing and processing intelligence and data. On the four-story upper floor, every tactical discussion room was opened. Countless real-time combat plans and deduction were continuously transmitted to the senior staff headed by the chief of staff, and then to Obuen's tactical computer.
Obuen, who was as calm as a rock, looked at the tactical computer with a sinister smile on his lips.
The Dragonrider Fleet has avoided danger and is shrinking. And the Fimeng fleet rushed too hard. There was a wonderful gap between the two squadrons on their left in the d13 airspace
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