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Chapter 901 Forty-eight Hours

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    The fat man washed his face with cold water, picked up the black coffee without sugar, frowned and closed his eyes, and took a big swig.

    He waited until the bitter liquid got into his throat before he took a long breath and opened his eyes.  The tactical computer screen in front of him became clear again because of his refreshment.

    Seen from the command seat, the huge tactical computer light curtain looks like a shrinking universe suspended in mid-air.  The green and white capital star surrounded by clouds and mist is quietly solidified on the black screen of the universe.  Around the smaller companion star [Blue Moon], the five-centimeter-sized virtual battleship cursors are like small silver light fish entangled and swimming around, making people dazzled.

    The fat man loosened his collar and lit a cigarette.  In the eyes of others, the warship's trajectory is chaotic and unpredictable, but in his eyes, it is so orderly.  Every little change is under control.

    Being able to do this, the fat man knew that all of this was due to Hastings.

    In the battle at the Double Star Point, the [Heidfield] podium taught by example, more than 30 basic tactics, and hundreds of tactical changes, have followed the continuous battles these days and the more than 200 games in [Decisive Victory].  The battle, firmly etched into his mind and mastered, truly became his own.

    It is difficult for ordinary people to understand why Hastings only teaches the basic tactics of the fat man.  Even Fatty himself gradually came to understand after the battle after Shuangxingjiao and the more than 200 battles in [Decisive Victory].

    Speaking of it, the real battles since Double Star Point are completely different from those game-like battles in [Decisive Victory].  In reality, the opposite is the enemy of life and death.  Every step is trembling like walking on thin ice, absolutely impossible to have any whimsical ideas.  But in the game, they acted recklessly. Not only did the tactical changes not follow the rules at all, there were even a lot of people beating up indiscriminately.

    The two had nothing in common at first, but Fatty discovered one thing in common - the battle between space fleets has thousands of changes, but all changes are the same, all changes are born out of basic tactics  .

    Those so-called advanced compound tactics are actually a combination of basic tactics!  The reason why it was kneaded into a knowledge of tactical command is not so mysterious.  It turns out that the emergence of these advanced compound tactics in textbooks and classic battle examples is not because of how unpredictable and powerful such tactics are.  It's because the commander can't complete a lot of deduction calculations, so he can only fix some common changes of it, so that it is easy to master and use!

    It's like painting.  With pen and ink on white paper, thousands of pictures can be drawn.  Mountains, rocks, insects, birds, beauties and heroes are all different.  However, if you don't have enough skills and artistic imagination, and you want to draw some complicated pictures with a brush in hand, the only way is to use the brush according to a relatively fixed procedure other than copying the pictures.

    Children sing nursery rhymes and paint, and draw things based on the words in the nursery rhymes, that's it.  The same is true of ordinary craftsmen who paint on pottery and furniture.  When you look at the carved beams and painted buildings and marvel at them, in the eyes of many truly knowledgeable people, these things may be beautiful, but they always have a traditional craftsmanship.

    From the moment he stepped out of the game cabin, the fat man understood why Hastings only taught him basic tactics.

    The reason is simple - he doesn't need to learn those advanced compound tactics at all!  With his deduction ability, as long as he masters the basic tactics, he can change into more beautiful and subtle advanced tactics!

    Hastings understood Fatty's abilities better than anyone else.

    In the early days of the Great Patriotic War, this guy ran around like a mouse among the Gacharin troops all over the world, and his experience of escaping from birth 21 times in a row, in the eyes of many people, he was greedy for life and afraid of death.  But few people think about what kind of vision and talent is needed for a chess piece on the chessboard to be able to see the chess game clearly, find a way out of the heavy siege, and jump out of the chessboard!

    Since then, this guy has become Russell's disciple, and he has memorized thousands of famous games in his mind.  In the battle of leading the bandit army to struggle all the way forward, these famous games were used by him countless times, and he won many battles!

    This kind of big picture view, this kind of unconstrained tactical imagination and almost instinctive tactical use, as well as the unparalleled deduction and calculation ability, are hidden under the fat man's simple and honest face, which always makes Hastings feel  Startled.  He knew that whether it was tactical imagination or deduction computing power, he was no match for Fatty, and neither was Sober!

    Once Fatty has mastered the basic tactics, he will break through the last barrier, put on his wings, and soar into the sky!

    Therefore, Hastings? Duxing.  Not only did the land-based pilots die, but the armored forces on the ground frantically fired missiles into the sky.

    The entire capital star is like a hedgehog with spikes all over its body.

    In the confinement room of the parliament spaceship, it was quiet.  Harriman, Berg, and Ren Shang sat on the ground, staring at each other in silence.  They were warned by the captain of the spaceship for beating the journalists in West Yorkshire, and they were stuffed into the brig, which is used to confine the crew members who violated discipline.

    The room was empty.  No chairs, no beds, not even a window.  Apart from a door, the only thing that accompanied the three of them was the white electronic lights on the ceiling above their heads.

    Harriman sat in a corner with his back against the wall.  Berg lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking in the corner.  Ren Shang stared at the ceiling with half-closed eyes.

    "How much longer?" Harriman asked.

    "Twenty minutes." Ren Shang replied.

    Having all their belongings confiscated, they didn't even know the time.  From the moment Ren Shang entered the confinement room, he began to count the time.  For them, every minute and every second is an unbearable torture.

    However, no one regrets it.

    In Berg's words, if time goes back, he will not hesitate to beat up those West York reporters again.

    "Tell me, what's going on outside now?" Hearing that there were still 20 minutes until the closing time, Harriman and Berg became more energetic.  Berger looked up and asked, "Are we going to lose?"

    Harriman and Ren Shang looked at each other and shook their heads bitterly.

    They didn't know if the dust of this battle that was almost doomed to failure had settled when they walked out of the confinement room.  I don't even know how many of those brave officers and soldiers of the Fiji League will die under this starry sky.

    In silence, after an unknown amount of time, the door opened.

    The three who jumped up from the ground were surprised to find that it was the captain himself who opened the door.

    "What's the matter?" Harriman stared at the captain closely.  Although it was the middle-aged man in his forties who ordered him and others to be confined, Harriman knew that this was a neutral person who sympathized with the Fimen League.  Shut yourself in confinement, it's just business.  On this neutral ship, he must be responsible for every passenger, not taking sides with himself.

    The burly captain stood quietly at the door, his eyes flicked over the faces of the three people one by one, with complicated eyes.

    "I have to admit," said the captain in a low voice, "Fimeng played tenaciously."

    Tenacious Hearing this word, the hearts of the three of them sank.

    "The battle in the atmosphere of Lelei's capital lasted for more than forty hours. Now, the West York transport ship has entered the atmosphere." The captain's brows were tightly knit together: "I thought that after the West Yorkers landed, the Fimen  The army chose to retreat, but unexpectedly, their offensive was more violent than before. I am afraid that they did not plan to leave here alive"

    The captain's words were like thorns, piercing the hearts of Harriman and others.

    "At least they haven't lost!" Harriman hissed.

    The captain looked at Harriman, nodded, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

    "They played very well. From the beginning to the end, I didn't see the Xiyo people taking advantage of them. Not only that, but the outer defense chain of Xiyo was torn apart by them. Before the war, I am afraid that  No one thought of it." The captain said sincerely, "I admire the commander of your Fiji League. I also admire every soldier of yours. Such a tough battle can be fought to this point, even if you lose in the end.  This war, you can all be proud of them."

    "Also, I want to tell you some news," the captain said with a slight smile: "When I came here just now, Sober's flagship sent a clear signal to the Fimeng fleet. Sobel wanted to talk to the Fimeng commander. Call  It's a public code, and we can accept it." He turned his body sideways to let the door open, "Hurry up and go to the battle room."

    Sober wants to speak to the Fimen Commander?

    Hearing this shocking news, the three of Harriman couldn't stand still.  Before the captain's words hit the ground, they had already rushed out of the confinement room and flew towards the battle watching hall.

    In my mind, there was only one question left.

    "Sober, what did he want to say?!"

    ?My mother's 60th birthday was delayed by two days.  The final battle is about to break out.  Write as well as you can

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