Counterfeit Hero

The fat man looked thoughtful.

Fang Xiang, who had no idea that she was having sex, kept leaning forward and looked at the fat man expectantly.

The fleet began to accelerate, and an orange-red star outside the port side window of the battleship was gradually thrown away, turning into a small red dot in the distance. Farther behind the star, a diffuse bright nebula with mottled light and dark is quietly suspended in the universe.

Like...a fog of war.

"Sousse Transport Fleet..." Carolina put down the information in her hand and looked up at the communication screen. A middle-aged man with some gray hair hesitated and said: "Admiral Zhang Pengcheng, for the headquarters What do you think of this information?"

"I think there is a 60% possibility that it is a trap set by Suss." Commander of the Twelfth Fleet of Chakna Group, Second-level Admiral Zhang Pengcheng's square face with sharp edges was tense. , with sharp eyes: "According to intelligence, the two mixed group fleets of the Sussalega Front have a total of six A-class fleets and two B-class fleets. Their strength is twice ours. If we talk about such an important transportation task, It seems a little unreasonable to not have strict protection..."

Seeing Carolina thoughtful, Zhang Pengcheng continued: "...Now, the jumping points of several A-level channels from the main channel to Mars are under the control of our Chakna 1202 and 1203 fleets. Under the circumstances, the Soviet commanders Ulyanov and Gershkov have both been famous for a long time, and it is impossible not to know this information. The reason why they are still holding back is because the 1201 fleet led by me and your command The Fiendala Peea B15 fleet is still out of their sight. They won't take action rashly until they find out where we are. However, they don't want to drag it out like this... .”

"So, the appearance of this transport fleet and the information we got are such a coincidence..." Carolina sat upright and raised her chin slightly out of habit: "Do you think this is what they set up for the 1201 fleet? A trap?"

"That's right." Zhang Pengcheng nodded affirmatively.

"But. As far as I know, there seems to be no large-scale Sussian fleet in the third section of the main channel." Carolina gently tapped her fingers on the table and frowned: "This transport ship, transports places It is a three-month supply of supplies and a large amount of weapons and equipment for all the fleets of Sousse's Salega Front. Obviously, they are preparing for the upcoming battle for the waterway. If we let this opportunity go, wait until they are ready Be prepared, our situation will be more difficult. Besides..."

Carolina paused, and a smile appeared on her face: "General, your 1201 fleet is one of the most elite fleets in Chakna. I really can't imagine how many battleships are needed to ensure that the Suss designed this trap. Annihilate Fleet 1201. Judging from all aspects of intelligence, there seems to be no force that can pose a threat to you near the third leg."

Zhang Pengcheng was silent. He had to admit. Carolina is very observant. In fact. At the same time, he felt that this was a trap for the enemy. He also repeatedly considered another possibility - what if. The appearance of this transport fleet is not a trap. Just let it go in vain. Not only was it a waste of the intelligence that the intelligence personnel had worked so hard to obtain. It will also change the future battle situation. More passive.

To know. Now Chakna. Trying their best to compete with the Suss Empire for the Lesk System. Troops can be deployed to the main channel. Extremely limited. He led these three fleets. It is already the largest mobile force of the Chakna Military Department in recent times. over a long period of time. It is impossible for more fleets to enter the main channel for reinforcements.

therefore. For the disadvantaged side. time. is the most important thing. As long as it can threaten the main channel. Fight or not. Head north towards Resk. Heading south towards LeRay Pass. It's all a kind of containment. This kind of containment. The longer the better! Wait until Chakna's third surge is completed or a land battle is won at Resk. So. There will be a steady stream of reinforcements entering the main channel. Until then. The Southeastern Front of the Fiji Alliance led by Chakna and Fisichella responded from north to south. Southeast corner. It will stabilize!

And want to achieve all this. Attack this Sussian transport fleet. It’s a great opportunity! The supplies that had sustained the entire army for three months and a large amount of weapons and equipment that were in urgent need of replenishment were destroyed. For the Sussalega Front in preparation for the war. Definitely a huge blow.

Carolina looked at the pensive Admiral Chuckner without revealing anything. she knows. Analyze it yourself. It had impressed him.

Although. Within the Fiji Alliance. This Chakna fleet is actually not under the jurisdiction of the Mars Front. On military rank. Zhang Pengcheng is also a general. But. After all, the armies of various countries in the Diphi League are now there. The Fiji Alliance Army has been formed. It is under the command of the Allied Forces Command. so. Tacitly. It is also necessary to maintain a nominal system.

As the commander-in-chief of the Mars Front directly assigned by the coalition command, Carolina not only leads a Feuillant armored division and a Feuillant B-class fleet, but is also responsible for the command of the entire Mars theater. Nominally, he has the authority to direct the Chakna Twelfth Group Fleet led by Zhang Pengcheng.

The first time she saw the intelligence about the Sussian transport fleet sent by the headquarters, she synthesized the intelligence.

Opportunities are always fleeting, and she doesn't want to let go of any opportunity, especially when this opportunity comes from the headquarters and the information obtained by the Feiyang Intelligence System - for the command of the coalition forces, which are mainly soldiers of the Feiyang Republic. She has natural trust.

The results of the intelligence synthesis showed the operability of the attack plan.

In the third leg, there is no force that can pose a threat to the Chakna 1201 fleet. If she lets this opportunity go in vain, Carolina can almost imagine what the coalition command will say about her!

"indecisive!"

Such comments were intolerable to her who had just been on her own. Especially when victory is guaranteed.

Therefore, Zhang Pengcheng cannot be allowed to hesitate any longer.

"General Zhang, I know you are worried about the uncertainty of our intelligence." Carolina smiled: "If our reconnaissance ship fails to detect the enemy's ambush, and your fleet appears there... ...This is obviously a disaster. However, the opportunity is fleeting. I will issue an order in the name of the command and take responsibility. And you. You can send additional reconnaissance ships and take action after confirming that there is no dangerous situation. In addition, I will order the B15 fleet to go directly to the target area and coordinate protection."

"Okay!" Zhang Pengcheng nodded. Under rational analysis, intuition is not enough to influence a commander's decision-making. .

and. As a traditional soldier, he also admired from the bottom of his heart the decisiveness and courage of this female major general Feiyang to take responsibility. He said immediately: "I will proceed to the target area with caution. However, I hope that the commander of the B15 fleet can obey my command. This kind of thing cannot be careless at all." ar--1871 public located in the third section of the southeast main channel A galaxy is a binary galaxy composed of two stars.

In the dazzling light of the accompanying double stars, six iron-gray large transport ships with rough appearance and one giant transport ship were escorted by thirty Suss battleships, which were also iron-gray. It is slowly passing through a barrier of asteroid belts and dense gas and dust surrounding the two companion stars.

The Sousse people are really stingy when it comes to appearance.

In the bridge control room of the flagship battleship Victoria, Valerian Bode was staring closely at the radar detection table and optical telescope screen on the central console. From time to time, he checked the data and reports sent back by the electronic reconnaissance ship that suddenly opened the way. The slender face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, the lips were pursed tightly, and a pair of slender eyes under the thick eyebrows were bright.

After standing quietly in front of the console and looking at it for half an hour, Bode pinched his eyebrows with his fingers, reached out and tapped twice on the virtual keyboard in front of a staff officer. Soon, the surveillance screen of Fleet Skynet appeared on the screen. The picture passes through optical lenses distributed on each battleship. Photograph the moving fleet from different angles.

A Typhoon-class battleship, six Roar-class cruisers, and twelve Ruimang-class destroyers formed a circular defense formation, tightly surrounding seven huge and clumsy transport ships.

At this moment, the fleet, led by two electronic reconnaissance ships and four frigates on the left and right in front, was passing through the gaps between more than a dozen asteroids with a diameter of several hundred meters to a thousand meters. From time to time there are small gravels rolling around. It collided with the external armor of the ship and was bounced away silently.

Bode's eyes fell on the rugby-shaped giant transport ship, which was larger than the six large transport ships combined. This Ice Bear is the most important thing he needs to protect during this escort mission.

"Where is the reconnaissance ship?" Bode asked the intelligence liaison officer beside him.

"The Bee at the front has entered the jump channel and is expected to arrive at the next obstacle area in an hour. The second echelon of reconnaissance ships has also passed the current obstacle area and is expanding the monitoring range." Buried in the computer The intelligence officer on the screen looked up and said.

Bode nodded and hesitated. He ordered: "Let the scout ships cheer up. All places they pass must be carefully searched. The safety of the fleet must be ensured."

"Yes, Your Excellency General." The small and medium-sized intelligence officer replied without hesitation. When he turned around and picked up the communicator, a wry smile couldn't help but appear on his face. This was already the twelfth time he had heard the same words and carried out the same orders.

Although the change in the intelligence liaison officer's expression was subtle, it could not escape Bode's eyes. He didn't speak, just turned around expressionlessly and walked towards his command seat. As the Rear Admiral Commander of the D1 Squadron of the A2 Mixed Fleet of the Second Group Army of the Sussalega Front, this is not the first time that he has performed the escort mission of a transport ship. However, this time it was particularly different for him.

The battle between Suss and Chakna in the Resk galaxy has entered a fever pitch.

So far, the Sus Empire has lost more than sixteen A-level mixed fleets in Resk, and the losses in the Chakna Republic have been roughly the same. The current jumping point from Resk to the main channel has become a ball rolling back and forth between the two sides! It is still in Suss' hands today, but by tomorrow, it is likely that Chakna's fleet will be passing through this jumping point.

Therefore, the current main channel is no longer dominated by the Suss fleet a few months ago.

On this logistical supply line that maintains Suss to the Salega Longbow Galaxy, in addition to Suss's fleet, there are also three Chakna fleets and a B-class fleet of the Feiyan Republic. These enemy fleets pouring into the main channel are time bombs on the Sousse logistics channel. People can only hear the ticking sound, but do not know when it will explode.

Sitting on the command seat and rubbing his temples, which were beating constantly, Bode felt tired.

My nerves are really too tight!

According to intelligence, Chakna's three fleets have separated. Two of them arrived at Mars Freeport. Blocked a section of the Class A channel leading from the free port to the main channel, and assumed a defensive posture. The other fleet has been wandering in the main channel, and so far, no trace of them has been found.

The third section of the main channel, close to Mars Passage, is undoubtedly the most dangerous place.

Under such a situation, in such a place, the transport fleet that he escorted was transporting arms supplies for the entire first and second armies of the Sussalega Front!

In addition to ordinary weapon accessories, the giant transport ship also has the Empire's 10th generation Aurora humanoid individual mecha that can be armed for an armored division. It has an improved Typhoon-class battleship 3200mm main gun, 2200mm secondary gun and 1100mm rotary running, equipped with a highly confidential long-range array radar system, a multi-level electronic jamming system, and a newly developed fire control system integrating active enemy detection devices!

These things are all lying in sets in the cargo hold of the transport ship, with a total value of nearly 20 billion Fiji dollars, which is almost equivalent to the cost of a B-class fleet!

Looking around, there were five staff officers discussing something in front of the deduction table in the center of the control room. Next to them, on the erected transparent flat-screen display, there is an interstellar plan map with blue lines and red markings. There are also two staff officers and two navigators who are marking or recording something in front of these floor-to-ceiling glass-like interstellar maps. Occasionally they whispered to each other.

In front of the central console, various electronic sounds emitted from the radar, communication and scanning systems, the controller's keyboard typing, the whispers between the navigator and chief pilot, and the discussions among the staff were all mixed together in a tense and orderly manner. .

Everything looks like an ordinary escort mission.

Bode sighed softly. If these subordinates knew that this escort mission was actually used as bait to lure the enemy, I wonder if they would remain in their current normal state.

Admiral Gershkov has spent a lot of money on the sweet bait of 20 billion Fiji!

"Don't seek to annihilate the enemy!"

The short figure of Gershkov, who was somewhat bald, seemed to appear in front of Bode again.

"What we need is just an opportunity to find the enemy and force them into the waterways around Mars." We have to think over and over again about the description of the perspective, and we can't get out of it for a while. Therefore, the revised paragraph will be sent out first. More than 6,000 words, compressed to 4,000 words. There is no way to write it from the perspective of a fat man. It is really a question of ability, not attitude. For this type of plot, if you have any better way to deal with it, you may wish to post and let me know. Now I seem a little confused about this type of plot, and I don’t even know how to write it. How's it going? Please log in to .qdan for more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading! )

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