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- Chapter 93 Forty-Eight Hours
The fat man washed his face with cold water, picked up the black coffee without sugar, frowned, closed his eyes and took a big sip.
When the bitter liquid entered his throat, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. The tactical computer screen in front of him became clear again because of his renewed spirit.
Looking from the command seat, the huge tactical computer light curtain looks like a shrinking universe suspended in mid-air. The green-white Capital Star, surrounded by clouds and mist, stood quietly on the black screen of the universe. Around the smaller companion star [Blue Moon], five-centimeter-sized virtual battleship cursors tangled and swam like small silver fish, making it dazzling.
The fat man loosened his collar with his hands and lit a cigarette. In the eyes of others, the battleship's movement trajectory seemed chaotic and unpredictable, but in his eyes, it was so orderly. Every little change is under control.
Being able to do this, Fatty knew, it was all thanks to Hastings.
In the battle at Double Star Point, the command platform of the [Heidfield] taught by words and deeds, more than 30 basic tactics, and hundreds of tactical changes. With the continuous battles in the past few days and more than 200 battles in [The Decisive Thousand Miles], The battle was firmly etched into his mind and integrated, truly becoming his own thing.
It is difficult for ordinary people to understand why Hastings only teaches Fat Man basic tactics. Even Fatty himself gradually understood it after the battle after Double Star Angle and the more than two hundred battles in [Decision of Thousand Miles].
Speaking of which, the real-life battles since Double Star Angle are completely different from those game-like battles in [A Thousand Miles of Victory]. In reality, the opposite side is the enemy of life and death. Every step was done with trepidation, as if walking on thin ice, and there was absolutely no room for any whimsical thoughts. However, in the game, everything is done in an unconstrained manner. Not only do the tactics change without following the rules, but many people even get into random fights.
The two originally had nothing in common, but Fatty discovered one thing in common - battles between space fleets have thousands of changes, but they remain the same, and all changes are derived from basic tactics. .
Those so-called advanced compound tactics are actually combinations of basic tactics! The reason why it was combined into a discipline of tactical command is not that mysterious. It turns out that the emergence of these advanced compound tactics in textbooks and classic battle cases is not because of how unpredictable and powerful these tactics are. But because the commander is unable to complete a large number of deduction calculations, he can only fix some common changes to make it easier to master and use!
It¡¯s like painting. Thousands of pictures can be drawn with pen and ink on white paper. Mountains, rocks, insects and birds, beauties and heroes, some are majestic and majestic, some are graceful and soft, they are all different. However, if you don't have enough skills and artistic imagination to hold a paintbrush and want to draw some complicated paintings, the only way is to use the pen according to a relatively fixed procedure besides copying the pictures.
Children sing and paint while singing children's songs, and this is what they draw based on the words in the children's songs. The same goes for ordinary craftsmen who paint on earthenware 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 sense of craftsmanship that is rigid and rigid.
From the moment he stepped out of the game cabin, Fatty 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 create more beautiful and sophisticated advanced tactics!
Hastings understands Fatty¡¯s abilities better than anyone else.
In the early days of the Great Patriotic War, this guy scurried like a mouse among the Gacharin troops all over the world, and his experience of escaping from death twenty-one times in a row was considered by many to be greedy for life and afraid of death. But few people think about what kind of vision and talent it takes for a chess piece on the chessboard to be able to see the chess game clearly, find a way out of the siege, and jump out of the chessboard!
Since then, this guy has become Russell's disciple and has thousands of famous games memorized in his mind. While leading the bandit army to struggle forward in the battle, he used these famous tricks countless times and won every battle!
This overall view, this unbridled tactical imagination and almost instinctive tactical application, as well as the unparalleled deduction and calculation ability, are hidden under the fat man's honest and fat face, which always makes Hastings feel Shocked. He knew that whether it was tactical imagination or deduction and calculation power, he was no match for Fatty, and neither was Sobol!
Once Fatty masters the basic tactics, he will break through the last obstacle, gain wings, and soar into the sky!
Therefore, Hastings did not hesitate to use a great battle as a classroom to teach this lesson personally.Lesson. Decades of command skills and experience were all condensed into those few hours of battle.
"Lecht, be careful with your left wing and intercept the enemy's patrol formation." Fatty noticed that there was a change in the battle at Point U and quickly picked up the communicator.
"Yes." On the communication screen, Licht quickly glanced to the left of the tactical computer and immediately discovered the problem. He said urgently: "351 fleet, left rudder 400 seconds, seize airspace No. 6, and be sure to control the enemy's front fleet. Within the volley range of the main formation. Be careful of the four Western patrol formations on your right, they may want to attack our fleet. Stop them!"
"Understood!" the 351 fleet commander replied.
On the screen, the Feiyang 351 fleet quickly turned left rudder for 400 seconds, using firepower to press back a Western York fleet that was already close to the edge. At the same time, the outer patrol group drew a large arc to the right, encircling the four West York patrol formations that had sneaked up from behind from a distance, forcing them to slow down, turn, and return to their own group.
A series of changes caused a sudden setback to the frontal Western offensive. The battle once again returned to a calm stalemate.
Putting down the communicator, Fatty checked the data and intelligence on the tactical computer while marking the strange deduction symbols on the battle situation map that no one could understand.
The central podium appears unusually quiet against the hustle and bustle of the command hall. The Allied generals were working, and from time to time they looked up at the Skynet main screen in front.
The battle situation on the front line changes with Fatty's instructions.
In the battle zone at point f, after taking down three of Banning's A-class fleets, the Lane fleet, under the command of Fatty, once again used a subtle tactical change to shake off the enemy's entanglement and forcefully blasted a gap between the two A-class fleets. Immediately, twenty patrol formations, under the fire cover of the main formation and the escort of the fighter jet cluster, rushed into the battleship cluster of the West York Fleet.
Under the golden light of the stars, the Fei League patrol group was like the Yangtze River rushing into the sea, rushing out into a sparkling fan-shaped turbulence at the mouth of the river. A quarter of the huge umbrella-shaped main formation of the West York battleship main formation was bitten off in an instant. If it weren't for Banning's extremely quick reaction and his patrol group turning around quickly to block it desperately, the Allies would have almost overwhelmed the opponent's main formation
In the K-point theater, the Fiji fleet, led by Labinski, had just defeated a well-planned offensive by the famous Western York general Kader.
At that time, Kader, who launched an attack on the Fei Alliance fleet with [Avalanche Tactics], had formed a semi-arc strangulation zone of nearly 3,000 kilometers in length in the forward area. Both sides drove patrol groups and fought in this area, killing them until the sky was dark and the sun and the moon were dark.
Just when Kader saw that the fighter opportunities were ripe, he ordered the four A-class fleets that had been prepared and suddenly rushed towards the deep hinterland of the Fei Alliance fleet along the central axis and the outer turning line of the battle group. The main formation of the two Fei Alliance battleships that had attracted all the attention were strangled, but under Fatty's order, they suddenly turned their guns.
The huge volley of white light accurately penetrated into the gap that the Xijue patrol group had dodged. The West York A-class fleet, which was advancing at high speed along the channel opened by the patrol group, was caught off guard and hit head-on.
For a time, only the hulls of more than ten Western battleships in front of the sudden attack were seen twisted and broken, and the light of one after another explosions shone on the huge hulls like erupting volcanic lava. The violent explosion sprayed large and small debris and human limbs into the void. The warships behind were in a mess during the emergency evasion, and some who panicked even bumped into each other.
Chaos spread quickly. Before the Westerners could react, the Fei League fleet in front of them began to counterattack like a tide
In the battle area at point c, two Western York A-class fleets and two Fiji A-class fleets were facing each other and firing in formation at the same time.
The Spanish fleet, which had the advantage of the terrain, fired first. Its commander is obviously an experienced veteran, and his timing and angle of firing are very sophisticated. While destroying four Fiji warships with a single salvo, the fleet also quickly turned around, turning left and right in an attempt to escape from the firing angle of the Fiji fleet.
On the surface, the entire tactical movement of the West York fleet was clean and neat, and they completely had the upper hand.
You must know that in space battles, the first move is king. The warship travels at a high speed of hundreds of kilometers per second, leaving any attack position with only a dozen seconds.
No matter what kind of order the commander issues, he cannot start it until the enemy's or one's own tactical actions are completely completed. Therefore, he must make judgments in advance, issue instructions, and strive to be the first to launch a volley and implement evasion first. Even if it is only a few seconds slower, the power of the artillery fire from the lagging side will be greatly reduced due to confusion and losses.
This time, it was the West York fleet that was the first to complete the salvo!
It¡¯s a pity that Xiyue pointed out thatThe officer did not know that the order issued by his opponent was not directed at his bombardment, but at his avoidance. The route taken by the Spanish fleet after the bombardment, the evasive tactics used, the speed, and the angle were all in Fatty's calculations.
Therefore, Commander Xijiao did not wait for the lagging shelling of the Fiji Alliance fleet that he expected.
He was horrified to find that the Fei Alliance fleet did not fire at all, but turned directly, using an
Two minutes later, the Fei Alliance fleet opened fire.
The white light swallowed up the tail formation of the West York fleet, and more than twenty West York warships suffered heavy damage
This is March 28, 2064. The fifteenth hour when the fighting broke out.
From the left to the right of the battlefield, the two warring parties were fighting in a stalemate, and the battleships were almost hand-to-hand with each other.
The front line was flying, and on the flagship of Fei League [President Hamilton], in the eyes of all Female officers and soldiers, only the fat man who had slept for less than ten hours in more than 80 hours calmly conducted the battle on the command seat.
"kill!"
A Gacharin [Seren] land-based fighter rolled in the air, suddenly broke out of the dense clouds, and bit an iron-gray Xyo space fighter.
Although the huge West York space fighter has high defensive capabilities, its maneuverability and flexibility in the atmosphere are not as good as land-based fighters designed for combat in the atmosphere.
As soon as it was bitten by the Gacharin land-based fighter, the West York space fighter began to sway left and right, constantly using fake movements, trying to get rid of the pursuit of the Gacharin land-based fighter.
But, everything is in vain.
A moment later, as two missiles hit the fuselage one after another, the West York space fighter turned into a dazzling fireball among countless small black dots flying and chasing in the sky.
"Brother, well done!" A Leray fighter plane following Gacharin's fighter plane accelerated to the side of Gacharin's fighter plane. Pilot LeRay gave a thumbs up to his enemy from a few years ago.
"Thank you." Pilot Gacharin put his index and middle fingers together, flicked them in front of his forehead, and saluted gracefully.
He knew that if the LeRay fighter plane had not been protecting him diagonally behind him and forcing the West York space fighter plane in front, he would not have been so easy to kill his opponent.
"Another one! This one is mine!" The beeping siren of the radar sounded, and the black fuselage of the LeRay fighter suddenly deflected, like a short-line kite, flying into a cloud.
Gacharin fighter planes followed closely behind.
The clouds and mist in the sky flew backwards in strands beside the fighter plane's cabin cover.
Suddenly, two missiles under the wings of the Leray fighter jet shot out one after another. Immediately, the fighter jet suddenly accelerated, leaping through the clouds like a falcon, and pounced directly on the missile below. It had just discovered the missile and was about to take evasive action. Western space fighter.
"Brother, I heard that you have flown our General Tian before?" Pilot Le Lei asked in the communication channel while holding on to the West York fighter.
Pilot Gacharin smiled and said: "Yes, a few years ago, in Mozic."
"That time when it was airdropped to the rear of the aircraft?" Pilot LeRay had already locked onto the West York fighter. A barrage of energy cannons chased the tail of the West York fighter as it rolled and swung wildly, causing the fighter's energy shield to flash randomly.
"Yes!" Pilot Gacharin followed behind and swept the formation.
His eyes cast into the distance. Above the clouds in the sky, countless Western fighter jets with meteor-like flames formed a magnificent waterfall group, overwhelming the sky and falling continuously. The sight is spectacular and heart-stopping. On the ground, one after another FIM fighter jets took off from the airport, soared up from low altitude, and bravely faced the enemy.
Between the sky and the land, thousands of fighter planes chased and fought. At a glance, the entire sky looks like an island inhabited by seabirds. Thousands of seabirds cover the clouds and block the sun. Almost every second, destroyed fighter planes exploded in the air and turned into fireballs flying in the air, or plummeted to the ground and turned into mushroom clouds rising into the sky in the mountains or high-rise buildings in the vast land.
The battle has been extremely brutal.
In order to open the landing channel, the West York fleet launched attacks in seven regions of the planet at the same time.
On several occasions, the West York fighter group almost opened the landing channel by relying on its commanding position and the space carrier's ability to move at will. However, every time, the Leray pilots risked their lives to fight bravely. Even if there are only one or two squadrons left, they will fight to the death. Until more fighters take off to support.
This is a country of heroes, we will never be conquered! Thinking back to LeRay Air Force Base and running up thereLooking at the red text and the Leray fighter in front of him, pilot Gacharin felt his blood boil.
"Boom!" The West York space fighter turned into a ball of fire. The LeRay fighter plane that had been clinging to it pulled its nose, like a proud eagle, passing over the flying debris and flying into the sky.
¡°Brother, you are so lucky.¡± Pilot Le Lei laughed loudly: ¡°General Tian is my idol.¡±
"Idol? If you take that guy on board once, you will know." Pilot Gacharin muttered in his heart, pulled the nose of the plane, and followed.
"Do you think we will win?"
"I don't know. I only know that we will never lose before I die!"
This is March 29, 2064, the thirty-third hour when the fighting broke out.
The streamlined fuselages of the two fighter jets sparkled under the blue sky and white clouds.
Ahead, at least three Western space fighters are approaching.
"Come on, grandson!"
In my ears, I heard the roar of Pilot LeRay.
"Fire!" Roxani firmly grasped the armrest of the command seat, trying to stabilize her body amid the violent shaking.
The piercing siren of a hit battleship, the groans of injured officers and soldiers, the hurried footsteps of medical staff and damage control teams, and the roar of combat officers filled the entire battleship.
After the scarred battleship shook violently, the bow main gun suddenly fired. White light swept through the void and plunged into the bridge of a Western battleship.
"Hit!" In the communication channel and in the command hall, there was a burst of crazy cheers. Although they had lost their human form due to exhaustion from the continuous battle, the officers and soldiers were still waving their fists fiercely and cheering.
"The ninth ship! Hahahaha!"
"Our Feiyang Army is not a vegetarian! Let the gang of gangsters in the bandit army take a good look at it. When it comes to fighting, I am no worse than them!"
"Look. It's the Monterey Empire's [Coastline] mothership, and we caught it."
"Don't be so stupid, prepare the main gun. Quick, quick, quick!"
The roars of the officers and soldiers, mixed with the sirens of the battleships, echoed in Roxani's ears.
She looked up at the tactical computer screen.
Forming a semicircle around the Western York defense chain above the capital star, the Fei Alliance fleet is still fighting fiercely.
At point f, the Lane Army, which has only twelve A-class fleets left, has completely strangled into the Banning fleet cluster. The warships on both sides opened fire almost against the portholes. Many warships chose to ram their ships into the enemy at the last moment.
At point U, Chakna¡¯s 123rd Group Fleet and Licht¡¯s Phantom 1st Group Fleet have forced the enemy back more than 150,000 kilometers. Every battleship is already scarred.
In the airspace at point c where you are, the wreckage of battleships is everywhere. There are those from Xiyue and those from Feiyang.
There were forty Feiyang fleets, but now there are less than twenty-five left. More than a thousand battleships, together with their masters and their comrades-in-arms, remain in the vast starry sky forever.
At point K, Labinski and Barras never stopped their offensive from beginning to end. The airspace in which they fought has deviated from the original battlefield by more than 80,000 kilometers.
At this moment, it is the early morning of March 30, 2064. The fighting lasted for forty-six hours.
Time passed by, and the battle that broke out in the capital airspace of the Leray Central Star Territory continued in a tragic and silent atmosphere.
The process of the battle was beyond many people¡¯s expectations.
No matter the soldiers who were fighting bloody battles on the front line, the fleet commander, or even the observers nearby, they never expected that facing the Sobol fleet, the Philippine Southeastern Alliance fleet was not at a disadvantage at all due to its inferior strength. On the contrary, in many local battles, they have repeatedly used exquisite tactical cooperation to defeat the enemy.
What is even more shocking is that the atmospheric battle, which many people thought would end in a few hours at most, actually lasted for more than thirty hours. Wave after wave of Western fighter jets broke into the atmosphere, only to return without success again and again.
According to the West York pilot, it seems that the Lere Federation has concentrated all the land-based fighters it can on the Lere Capital Star. Not only did the land-based pilots die, but the armored troops on the ground fired missiles into the sky frantically.
The entire capital planet is like a hedgehog with spikes all over its body.
It was quiet in the confinement room of the parliamentary spacecraft. Harriman, Berg and Ren Shang sat on the floor, looking at each other speechlessly. For beating up Western journalists, they were warned by the captain of the spaceship and put into a cell that was used to lock up crew members who violated discipline.Closed room.
The room was empty. There were no chairs, no beds, not even windows. Apart from one door, the only thing accompanying the three of them was the white electronic light on the ceiling above their heads.
Harriman sat in the corner, leaning against the wall. Berg lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking in the corner. Ren Shang stared at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes.
"How long?" Harriman asked.
"Twenty minutes." Ren Shang replied.
With all their belongings confiscated, they didn¡¯t even know the time. As soon as Ren Shang entered the solitary 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 could be turned back, he would not hesitate to beat up those Western journalists again.
¡°You guys, what¡¯s going on outside now?¡± Harriman and Berg became more energetic when they heard that there were still twenty minutes until closing time. Berg 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 whether the battle that was almost destined to fail had been settled when they walked out of the confinement room. I don¡¯t even know how many of those heroic officers and soldiers of the Fiji League will die under this starry sky.
In silence, I don¡¯t know how long it took, and the door opened.
The three people who jumped up from the ground were surprised to find that it was the captain who opened the door himself.
"How's it going?" Harriman stared at the captain closely. Although it was this middle-aged man in his forties who ordered him and others to be imprisoned, Harriman knew that this was a neutral person who sympathized with the Fifa League. Putting yourself into confinement is just a matter of business. On this neutral ship, he must be responsible for every passenger and cannot be partial to himself.
The burly captain stood quietly at the door, his eyes passing over the faces of the three people one by one, his eyes complex.
"I have to admit," the captain said in a low voice, "the Fei League fought very tenaciously."
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Heared this word, the three people's hearts sank.
"The battle in the atmosphere of Lelei's capital planet lasted for more than forty hours. Now, the Xiyue transport ship has entered the atmosphere." The captain's brows knitted together tightly: "Originally, I thought that after the Xiyue people landed, the Fei Alliance The army chose to retreat, but unexpectedly, their offensive was more fierce than before. I am afraid that they have no intention of leaving here alive"
The captain¡¯s words were like thorns piercing the hearts of Harriman and others.
"At least they haven't lost yet!" Harriman hissed.
The captain looked at Harriman, nodded, reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"They fought beautifully. From the beginning to the end, I didn't see the Xiyue people taking any advantage of them. Not only that, the outer defense chain of Xiyue was also torn to pieces by them. Before the war, I'm afraid it was No one thought of it." The captain said sincerely, "I admire this commander of your Fei Alliance very much. I also admire every one of your soldiers. Such a difficult battle can reach this point, even if you lose in the end. You can all be proud of them for this war.¡±
"Also, let me tell you a piece of news," the captain said, smiling slightly: "When I came over just now, Sobol's flagship sent a clear signal to the Fiji League fleet. Sobol wanted to talk to the Fiji League commander. It's a public code, we can also receive it." He turned sideways and let the door open, "Hurry up to the viewing room."
Sobol wants to talk to the commander of the Fei League?
After hearing this shocking news, the three Harrimans could not stand still. Before the captain's words could be heard, they had already rushed out of the confinement room and flew towards the viewing hall.
There is only one question left in my mind.
"Sobol, what does he want to say?!" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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