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Yes, victory.
The generals far away in Hanjing saw it, and Long Zheng, who was less than forty minutes away from the theater, also saw it.
And the most clear, of course, is the bandit army officers beside the fat man. After the start of this confrontation, which used real warships and soldiers' lives as deduction data, they stood beside Fatty and witnessed a series of evolutions of the battle situation with their own eyes.
In the third minute of the confrontation, the central battle group, the cruiser [Broad-striped Tiger Shark] belonging to the Second Mei Fleet, led two squadrons, and under Fatty's order, sailed horizontally along a gap between several fighting fleets, trying to Support your own fleet on the other side of the theater. But "accidentally" exposed the flanks of the fleet to the frontal muzzles of the Jeppen [Cut Tail Kite] squadron that had just turned.
After receiving the order from O'Brien, the [Tailed Kite] squadron, which was about to penetrate into the depths of the theater and conduct a large-scale detour, slowed down without hesitation. Trying to obtain the greatest results from the [Wide-striped Tiger Shark] fleet in the shortest possible time.
This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity made the eyes of every Jeppen in the [Tailed Kite] fleet bloodshot!
After biting the flank of the Feyan fleet at the first time, and wounding a destroyer with a salvo, and turning the energy shields of more than ten Feyan battleships into an extremely dangerous crimson, the fleet commander of [Scissort Kite] decided to expand results.
He subconsciously adjusted the fleet's speed and bow angle.
The fleet is charging the energy cannon while approaching the [Broad-striped Tiger Shark] fleet. The time that was supposed to pass through this airspace within two minutes was extended until after the second salvo was completed.
The charging time for the main guns of the Jeppen [Eagle]-class cruiser is three minutes and twenty-six seconds. This means that the fleet of [Cutting Tail Kite] needs to delay an extra minute and twenty-six seconds here.
One minute and twenty-six seconds are just a short moment in a person's life. Not enough to smoke a cigarette is not enough to make a cup of tea. For this cosmic space, for the eternal stars and planets of the oxtail system in the distance, and for the hour-based battle taking place here, it is even more negligible.
It takes more than three minutes to recharge the main gun, more than two minutes to accelerate, and more than one minute to collectively turn Who cares about this minute and twenty-six seconds?
What's more, the purpose of the [Scissors Kite] fleet's in-depth penetration and detour is to occupy the outer attack position and wait for opportunities to find fighters. For the sake of this goal, giving up the fighter opportunity that is tightly grasped in front of you, wouldn't it be a waste of money?
[Cutting tail kite] Neither the fleet commander nor Obuen, who gave the order, was aware of the danger, let alone how important this minute and twenty-six seconds are to Fatty!
As early as Margaret explained the charging time of the main guns of the Jeppen [Eagle]-class cruiser, Fatty had been counting three minutes and twenty-six seconds one after another. Every salvo of every Jeppen fleet of the Central Battle Group. He remembers every attack of the left-wing Jeppen [Lightning Falcon] fleet clearly. Even when he was talking to O'Brien, he was counting the time in his mind.
Now, here's your chance!
The [Broad-striped Tiger Shark] fleet that was under attack quickly changed course, trying to get rid of the situation where the flank was bitten. However, how could the Jeppen [tail-cut kite] fleet easily let them go. The commander of the Jeppen Squadron, who was shouting wildly, and his one-eyed general fell into a killing frenzy.
However, just as the main guns of the [Cutting Tail Kite] fleet were fully charged, and the second volley was fired, the fleet commander suddenly discovered that a squadron of his own had suddenly thrust up diagonally from the side!
It was a Jeppen squadron trying to get rid of the encirclement of Fei Yang's three squadrons, and they were approaching quickly. And his own fleet is blocking their escape route!
The chain reaction, at this moment, is like dominoes being toppled, and it can't stop from the beginning.
[Cutting tail kite] Fleet commander, looking at his brother fleet stupidly, passed under his own fleet, and was bitten by another Fimeng fleet that had already entered the attack position. Immediately afterwards, another Jeppen fleet, which was orbiting in the struggle, was forced to change its course, and fell under the guns of the Feiyan fleet that suddenly crossed its wings
The third branch, the fourth branch
It's like a series of car accidents on a racing track, one speeding car after another, braking, changing lanes, hitting, bouncing No matter how you avoid it, no matter which way the driver turns the steering wheel at a critical moment, Can't escape the teasing of fate. All the audience could hear was one crash after another. can only see??, just right evasion, just right cooperation!
They cannot gain victory, but they can gain time.
This is enough.
O'Brien relinquished command. He was the only one left in the huge command room. He listened to the warning sound of the central computer of the [Supreme Glory], and looked at the other party's command hall on the monitor screen.
There, it was already full of jubilation.
He saw those soldiers in blue and black uniforms jumping up like crazy and cheering with their arms. He also saw, on the other party's huge communication screen, the Fimenan generals he was familiar with, clapping hands and celebrating.
A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Among those people, there are quite a few of them, all of whom are defeated by their own subordinates!
His eyes finally fell on the fat man in the crowd.
Amidst the joy of the opponent and the sorrow of one's own side, only myself and the guy who defeated me looked at each other quietly.
The battleship trembled violently, exploding one after another, sweeping from the engine room, from the main gun compartment, from the weapon storehouse, from the energy storehouse, from the hangar all the way to the bridge where the command room was located.
Whether there is a staff department or not, the outcome is actually the same. If this guy isn't cheating, he's horrible! In this battle, no matter whether it was a conspiracy trap or a frontal strangulation, he had completely lost.
"However, after all, I didn't ask the staff to help. It would be more enjoyable to die like this." Obuen sat down talking to himself, put on the blindfold, and smiled at the fat man in the last flame.
He thought of Yuto Mikami.
It's not easy for that monkey-like short guy to win the Southeast Starfield!
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