Counterfeit Hero

Exactly, what does that mean?

Fatty couldn't believe it. Fang Xiang, who had been tortured by him dozens of times in personal deductions and confrontations, could actually control the complex and changeable tactical movements of combat units so accurately? !

The battleship suddenly came to a standstill. While trembling violently, the bow of the Holy Sword charging at high speed hit the corner, just like a sharp axe, cutting a Suss destroyer into two pieces. At the same time, the Holy Sword's sister ship, the Holy Light, and several other cruisers also quickly hit their chosen targets one after another.

The five hit Suss warships were as pitiful and helpless as antelopes being bitten by a pack of wolves on the savanna. The originally majestic and solid hull was twisting and deforming silently in the cool water and black ink of space. Under the hard impact angle, the external armor was shattered, the hull of the ship was shattered, the lights in the portholes were shattered, and the resistance of the Suss fleet was shattered.

The bandit warships, in three groups, crashed into the main formation of the Suss fleet. Following Fang Xiang's command, the battleships crossed at high speed and quickly cut apart the Suss fleet.

Looking at the extremely accurate cutting lines, Fatty had to admit in frustration that he had taken advantage of the deduction technique in the previous personal deduction confrontation.

After all, Fang Xiang is a genius-level commander who has undergone years of rigorous military training. In this kind of actual combat that tests the commander's command skills, if he can only fiddle with the sixty-nine known intelligence conditions, I am afraid that Fang Xiangguang will be able to bring this white and fat man to life with his tactical connection. die!

Fang Xiang is so powerful, so how powerful are those famous generals who are almost inhuman in legend?

What are the chances of not making mistakes when fighting these lunatics? How much technology and combat power do you still have that are ahead of theirs?

If the enemy's warships are more powerful, if the bandit army he leads faces the 12th generation Binart mecha commanded by a famous general. What are your chances of winning?

The fat man felt flustered, short of breath, itchy all over, and his buttocks felt like mosquito bites, and he couldn't sit still.

He couldn't understand. In this magnificent era. A hero in the world. How many! Want to defeat them one by one in the war. Easier said than done!

Count until you use it, then you will regret it. You need to learn something yourself. It seemed like there were many, many things all of a sudden.

Command platform sky net. Bandit fleet. It has transformed into a fish-scale strangulation formation. at different spatial heights. Bandit warship. Weaving back and forth. segmentation. Like in a fish tank. A group of frantic piranhas.

"Protect the transport ship!" Bode gave the order hurriedly. face. She was already dripping with sweat: "Ask for help from the A1 fleet immediately! Hurry!"

The correspondent was typing furiously on the keyboard. Over and over again to the vast universe. Sending a distress signal.

"Where did this fleet come from..." A Suss staff member asked desperately looking at the main screen.

No one answered him. This tattered fleet, which seemed to suddenly jump to the side from hell, has used their horns to crush the nerves of every Sussian.

In this world, do space ships fight at full power, sprint for hundreds or thousands of kilometers, and use angles to ram into each other? !

What a ridiculous tactic. What a cruel picture!

"Come closer, come closer!" Bode's voice was hoarse and he spoke very fast. He grabbed the communicator, stared at the screen and shouted: "Uranus, move closer to the center, shrink the tail array, stop them!"

As a qualified commander, Bode does not lack experience and military accomplishment. Despite the incredible attack, he managed to remain calm. Trying their best to find loopholes in the opponent's various systems of Skynet.

Now, he saw one.

As long as the Uranus cruiser can cut across to the center from its current position, it can block the main force of enemy ships that has been biting the central group. It only takes a short moment for the fleet in the center to accelerate forward and make long-distance turns, forming a horn-like movement. Cover the transport fleet!

All eyes. All focused on the Uranus cruiser.

Watching Uranus quickly slide towards the designated position, some combat staff members conducted synchronized deductions. There was a hint of joy on his face. Some staff officers even couldn't help but shout out "Hello!"

However, the shout was stuck in his throat.

Amid Bode's roar, they watched the Uranus cruiser turn, and then watched a broken cruiser that had already adjusted its course use a faster speed to hit the Uranus's beautiful streamlined tail and propeller. A smash! Immediately afterwards, the shabby cruiser pushed the wreckage of Uranus away and squeezed into the gap in the middle. Energy cannons on both sides fired all the way. The two destroyers that had just tried to gather together were cut apart again.

Time and route are mastered by this shabby cruiser!

Bode's tactical intentions, like all the tactical instructions issued before, were once again in vain and shattered.

The staff members sighed deeply, feeling despair from the bottom of their hearts. The opposing commander didn't give Bode any chance. The battle situation, under the precise control of this man, continued to gallop along the track he designated.

From the first salvo at the beginning of the ambush of the enemy fleet, to the full-scale assault of the fleet into the own fleet, to the timing of launching the second wave of ambush, to the positioning, fire suppression position, and advance route in the subsequent stranglehold. .........It seems that every movement and shooting of each warship has turned into a wisp of music, tightly attached to the baton of the opposing commander.

No matter how the formation and tactics of our own fleet change, this ray of magic sound is always tightly entwined in this empty star field, seamlessly connected, and rhythmic like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Feiyang Republic...Chakna Republic...Whose fleet is in front of us? ! Who is their commander? !

Bode's mind went blank.

This fleet. Appearing like a ghost, but with horns like a rhinoceros! Their commander had sharp and sophisticated commanding techniques. From the beginning to the end, they firmly grasped the first-mover advantage of the surprise attack and overpowered the transport fleet!

Bode anxiously searched for the opponent's flaw on the command computer... There was none! opponent. It has been completely strangled into the Suss fleet. Their position and cooperation have fully exploited their firepower advantage. All the Sussian battleships are being beaten passively! They all fled in chaos!

The two wings could no longer be deployed. Under the fire suppression of the enemy fleet, turning around was just an empty talk. The central cluster cannot be broken through. The enemy warships directly opposite have been tightly compressing the movement range of the transport ship. Squeeze the entire Suss fleet into the middle! .

Suddenly, there was a white light. Penetrating through dozens of portholes in the battleship's control room, the entire control room was illuminated white and bright.

Bode couldn't help but cover his face with his arms and closed his eyes. There was darkness before his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, there was a red-green light and shadow floating on the eye mask.

That was the explosion of the wreckage of the Uranus cruiser!

Bode collapsed in his chair!

From a victory worthy of celebration to a defeat that will end his life, the rapid change was unacceptable to him! The opponent's commander's oppressive style of play made him feel even more powerless.

"Have you contacted the A1 fleet?"

In panic and noise. Bode hissed to the correspondent. Although they are far apart, and although they know that the chance of rescue is very slim, this is the last life-saving straw that he can grasp!

"Magic Knife, the second and third detachments of the gangsters, move closer to the coordinates 521022.43229.399432.5, with the engine thrusters fully turned on. Prepare to advance in a long arc and rush into the line. I have already sent it to you. Don't worry about anything. Just go left and right. Open fire and hit their thrusters as much as possible! Holy Light, move closer to Rubik's Cube, suppress the turning enemy ships in the enemy fleet's No. 2 combat airspace, and don't let them disperse!"

Fang Xiang was already immersed in the battle. While looking at the Skynet information on the command podium. While quickly controlling the tactical computer, he issued instructions one by one.

"Magic, Scorpion. Quickly support the first combat zone! Keep an eye on the Typhoon-class battleship, engage in close combat, and prevent it from speeding up!..."

"Bandit No. 6, No. 9, and No. 10. From the edge of the No. 3 combat airspace, insert diagonally towards the S20 direction. Use port firepower to knock out the tail thrusters of the two destroyers. The Magic is already pulling the strings for you in front. It’s a different angle…”

Fang Xiang's instructions were clear and unambiguous. The wording is unpretentious. It's like directing the chef in the kitchen to cook.

But with such concise instructions, what was unleashed was a brutal and gorgeous fight in the starry sky, with extremely fast transitions between attack and defense! In her clear voice and enchanting smile, the Suss transport fleet has been overwhelmed by her and cannot lift its head!

"The Suss transport fleet is finished!" The fat man looked away from Fang Xiang.

The six transport ships of the Sus fleet were already huddled together surrounded by armed merchant ships.

Of the five Soos cruisers and twelve destroyers, six were destroyed. Of the remaining eleven battleships, two cruisers and two destroyers lost their tail thrusters and could only move slowly in the starry sky. The other seven Although the ship is still resisting, it has been cut open and destroyed or captured. It is only a matter of time.

The Typhoon-class battleship was obviously taken by Fang Xiang. Now, all her tactics revolved around how to destroy the battleship's propulsion system.

As for the losses of the bandits, except for five armed merchant ships and one cruiser which suffered minor injuries, there were no losses at all.

In just ten minutes of fighting, Fatty learned a lot from Fang Xiang. These things are the most basic skills for a commander who graduated from a military academy. But the fat man has never studied systematically.

As a commander. Any decision must be based on corresponding intelligence processing and situation judgment!

In large-scale battles, there are hundreds of staff officers to assist, and commanders at all levels to conduct hierarchical command. The highest commander is relatively relaxed. The real difficulty is this kind of head-to-head small-scale battle! Race against time to quickly attack and defend. All the staff can provide is information. All judgments and decisions are made in an instant by the commander's brain!

How to make judgments, how to deploy troops, and how to connect tactical actions when the intelligence and derivation conditions are no better than the opponent, or even less. They are all solved through the study of command through honed command skills. It is also something that ordinary commanders need to learn and develop in military academies for many years.

When these things are combined by a talented college student like Fang Xiang, she combines her own understanding and experience with the unique style she has developed over the years. When all of these things were shown in front of the fat man, you can imagine how much he was touched.

It can be said that this battle is like a wake-up call, reminding Fatty. It was like a key, opening a door in his mind. Russell instilled thousands of battle examples in his mind, large and small, good or strange tactics, as if he was touched by something. Start rolling and condensing.

Fatty's eyes left Fang Xiang and fell on the real-time battle report sent back by the reconnaissance ship hidden in the oasis airspace.

On the virtual screen of the command podium, the image data in the battle report was a far more tragic scene than the main screen of the Holy Sword central console.

Filling every inch of the universe in the picture are countless debris, large and small. The large debris is still burning in the leaked oxygen, while the densely packed small debris is floating quietly in the universe. Like someone on the water by the lake. Strewn with all kinds of rubbish.

In the distance, two fleets were fighting each other.

Completely orthodox battleship combat mode--battleship salvo fire as the main attack method, high-speed destroyers and space fighters attack the enemy fleet's main formation and engage in close combat. Cruisers, on the other hand, conduct large-scale roundabout or penetrating group assaults.

The commanding skills of the commanders on both sides were also fully displayed in this orthodox duel.

Russell once said that the more serious this kind of duel. The greater the test on the commander's command skills. They are all well-familiar paths. How to grasp the opportunity and how to invest troops. It’s almost to the point where I can command with my eyes closed. This is true for one's own side, and of course the same is true for the other party. In order to win, in addition to luck, combat effectiveness, morale and other factors, the most troublesome thing for the commander is to create and identify traps in this kind of head-on confrontation!

The more open and aboveboard it is, the more mysterious it is.

After only a few minutes of watching, Fatty had already seen several extremely subtle offensive and defensive transitions between Zhang Pengcheng and the opposing commander. The movements of both sides were very covert and extremely fast. Concealing the truth and crossing the sea, making noises in the east and attacking in the west, diverting the tiger away from the mountain, catching thieves behind closed doors... Just like two martial arts masters fighting each other, all kinds of moves are endless.

The fat man watched eagerly, comprehending, and understanding. Do quick synchronized deductions on the tactical computer from time to time.

As he looked at it, Fatty suddenly realized that something was wrong. I am so grateful to have received such strong support from so many friends. I am stupid, cannot write well, and have few words. If it weren’t for everyone’s love, I would never have been able to struggle to this point. No matter where I end up, I am already very happy. In fact, I am the one who disrupts the situation.

Haha, to be honest, monthly tickets are really motivating. I have always been in the top six of the monthly sci-fi ticket rankings, and whether I get as much money as the overall ranking is not important to me. However, I enjoy this feeling very much. You know, the first thing I do after waking up every day is to see how much the monthly ticket has increased.

Friends who have played games and used plug-ins, haha, should be able to understand this joy or loss.

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