Chapter 662: Lore

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The Feiyang Fleet is like a blooming rose apple flower, suddenly blooming in the black universe void! At this moment, the four attack clusters radiated into dozens of squadrons with different trajectories, rushing into the starry sky at high speed.
Some of them are rampant, some of them are roundabout. The war groups that had already joined together shortly had become more chaotic at this moment.
Looking out from the porthole of the Jeppen battleship, the front, back, left, and right are full of Feiyang warships that have been stabbed by hornets. Coupled with the chaos of artillery fire left and right, the entire airspace is in chaos.
"what happened?"
"The Feiyang Fleet has divided its troops."
"Crazy! They even used strangulation tactics."
"Look, look, that fleet turned ... idiot, that was the direction of Colonel Mark's fleet, just go straight in and they would be torn by Colonel Mark!"
"Are these guys crazy, don't they know that their opponent is General O'Brien ?!"
"In any case, attack with all your strength, now it's our turn to give them a little color. These Feiyans. They will pay for their stupidity!"
"The left rudder is one hundred and thirty quarters, the main gun is locked, delayed by two seconds .... the gun is fired!"
The entire starry sky became a hustle and bustle as the tactics of the Feiyang fleet changed.
In the first stage of the battle before, the Jeppen who were attacked by the Feiyang were like a stimulant, roaring and killing.
Strangling tactics have already been carved into their bones. When the opposing fleet changes their formation in front of them in the way they are most familiar with and best at, it seems to them that a crocodile saw a lion jumping off the river. Every killing cell in the whole body is longing for the nourishment of blood.
"I really want to know the name of this commander Feiyang."
The flagship [Supreme Glory], Obun stood proudly on the silver-white round podium, his voice echoed in the empty command hall.
"But ... that's after we beat them," O'Brien looked at the huge Skynet virtual screen and suddenly laughed, with a one-eyed gleam in the ugly and ugly face: "Now, let Let ’s give them a lesson first. Let them know how serious a mistake they have made! "
"Yes!" With O'Brien's laughter, the calm and standing officers of Jeppen burst into a roar from their chests and ran to their posts. The command hall was running again at a high speed, a sickly fanatic atmosphere, silent Diffuse without interest.
"Your Excellency," Yamamoto suddenly raised his head. "The enemy's left wing, attacking the squadron code 02 suddenly accelerated. The 03 squadron turned and greeted me [Falcon Falcon] squadron."
(Because the Feiyang Fleet does not have any emblems and logos, and no information about these warships can be found in Jeppen ’s intelligence database, the Skynet system automatically numbers each sub-fleet and each warship. 02 is Bandit [Whitetip Shark] Fleet, 03 is the Bandit [Ciliado] Fleet.)
"The observation is very keen." O'Brien's eyes quickly captured the two Feiyan squadrons marked 02 and 03 on the electronic sand table light curtain. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Command [Lightning Falcon] to execute the sickle plan, [Black Winged Kite] team, [Black Shoulder Kite] team, [Gray Sword Eagle] team to assist, the main team accelerates, and moves to the right.
"Yes!"
In a rush of promises, O'Brien nodded to Yamamoto: "We can give our pilots a combat briefing. They have 40 minutes to prepare."

"Sir, the enemy [Lightning Falcon] drove the patrol to change formations and exchanged fire with my [Siliado] squadron." On the lower level of the command hall, a Feiyang combat staff turned halfway and raised his hand to the podium on the second floor.
The officers on the podium looked at the Skynet screen.
As the [Whitetip Shark] fleet accelerated away, only the [Siliado] Fleet and the Japon squadron led by a cruiser named [Lightning Falcon] who attempted to attack the junction were left obliquely behind.
The [Ciliado] squadron, consisting of ten destroyers and six cruisers, was the first to fire fiercely at the oncoming Japeng [Lightning Falcon] squadron. At the same time, the main gun of the [Falcon Falcon] squadron consisting of 16 destroyers and 8 cruisers suddenly lit up.
After a burst of energy, they staggered across the universe and rushed to their opponents. In an instant, they had reached the target airspace, bursting out a series of intense white light.
The fleets of both sides constantly changed their formations during high-speed movements, seizing the attack position. Trying to avoid the enemy's artillery fire, at the same time aim the ship's head at the flank of the opposing fleet. The steering propellers of warships, like the flashing laser lights accompanied by rock music, drive the warships to flick, turn, shift, and roll in the rapid extinction.
The battle reached its climax almost in one shot.
Both fleets took out all the means, you come and go, desperately biting the opponent. Its fast speed, fierce firepower, thrilling scenes, and frequent tactical changes are dazzling.
However, the battle on the left did not indulge the officers.
The [Siriado] fleet, which should have followed the [whitetip shark] fleet to the left, was changed the battle plan by the fat man, and turned to the Japeng [Lightning Falcon] fleet that tried to assault the gap of the junction. Therefore, the danger of [Whitetip Shark] tail has been eliminated. Now, that is just a simple local battle between the two sub-fleets.
Their gaze stayed at the center of the battlefield more. There, a total of two or thirty squadrons on both sides were fighting fiercely. This messy battle situation determines the victory or defeat of this battle!
Because the fleet in the central airspace is too dense, the battleship main array isolated at both ends has stopped volleying each other. It is now just traveling around the periphery at high speeds, and from time to time confirming that it will not accidentally injure its own warships, with firepower to support the Central War Group. In this way, the two parties forced to the middle drive the group, and the struggle is tighter and more intense.
"The [Lightning Falcon] cruiser is the 120th of the [Eagle] -class high-speed cruisers that Jeppen served in 2062."
On the podium, Margaret leaned on the railing of the command post to supplement the basic knowledge of the space navy for the fat man: "This cruiser's non-jump state maximum speed is nine. The main gun is the Lens energy gun, caliber 1,600. One hundred millimeters, the charge is slower, three minutes and twenty-six seconds. Four secondary guns, six hundred millimeters in diameter, are two high-speed guns per minute. The ship has strong attack power, fast speed, and weak protection ... "..."
The busy staff members exchanged a look—an army lieutenant and a space navy general famous for strangling tactics. Who would be the winner of this battle?
Nobody knows.
Even after seeing the fat man's ability and Margaret's support, everyone still has no heart.
You know, after all, this is not a game that can be overthrown, but a war with blood flowing every second. One mistake can bury the entire fleet.
However, many staff members are thinking about an interesting issue. If O'Brien knew that he was killed by a guy who didn't even know the parameters of the [eagle] class cruiser, he used the weakest missile and torpedo in space combat to kill nearly half of the destroyers and cruisers. . . . . . . I don't know if there will be cerebral hemorrhage.
In Margaret's explanation, the fat man glanced at the time on the screen while shining a flash from the [Siliado] squadron, then lowered his head and continued to operate the tactical computer.

Time passes by one minute and one second.
As the battle progressed, the officers of the Phantom Fleet grew deeper and deeper.
The war situation began to become optimistic.
Thirty minutes ago, two Japon squadrons suddenly assembled in formation after a cross attack, forcibly broke through the blockade of a bandit squadron, and appeared on the flanks of another bandit squadron that was fighting. This attack resulted in the destruction of six Feiyang warships. The attacked squadron, only with the desperate support of the nearby fleet, was able to escape the fate of the whole army.
Twenty-two minutes ago, a squadron squadron intersecting with a diagonal line was attempted to bite the tail of a laterally traversing Jeppen squadron, but was caught by a Jeppen squadron that didn't know where Attack from the rear side. This time, the squadron did not have the luck of the fleet a few minutes ago. After a wave of attacks, only two cruisers and four destroyers escaped with injuries.
Seven minutes ago, in the D20 airspace, after a series of entanglements between the two sides, the battle suddenly broke out between the five Jeppen fleet and the three bandits. O'Brien's sudden strength advantage, in just a few minutes, achieved a 12 to 7 loss ratio.
The entire command room seemed to be covered with dark clouds, which made people feel depressed.
Although the staff are still working step by step, everyone looks at the podium from time to time, but they are full of anxiety. The dignity of the senior generals on the podium exacerbated the spread of negative emotions.
Everyone can see the disadvantage of the battle.
After all, O'Brien is a famous air combatant, and his command is very smooth. The cooperation between Jie Peng's driving tour clusters can be described seamlessly by the flowing clouds. Each ring is tightly fastened together. People have a feeling of being entangled with death. The current bandit squadron is so entangled that it seems to always shoot slowly in the first half.
Although in the half-hour strangling battle, the loss of the Phantom Fleet is not serious, but, know that this fleet is already the most elite fleet of Feiyang. Not to mention that the battle loss ratio is higher than that of Jeppen Fleet, even if it is replaced one by one, it is a failure.
This is obviously not a question of the combat effectiveness of the fleet. The unfamiliar command, the lack of trust and understanding between the upper and lower sides, has been ripened by O'Brien's power and has bent the branches.
Of all the people, the most dissatisfied and anxious are the senior staff of the Phantom Legion.
They were supposed to be the busiest people in the war. But now, they can only sit blankly in their seats, staring at the computer in front of them in a daze.
Intelligence analysis, combat planning, deduction, and advice to the commander. . . . . These jobs have nothing to do with them.
Although in the fat man's arrangement, each of them is responsible for the coordination of one or two battleships. However, in this kind of battle in units of squadrons, they really have nothing to do. They can't always grab the job of the commander of the squadron and give orders to the warship they are responsible for, leading to a fatal chaos?
"Shall we fight like this?"
"This battle should be commanded by Chief Tony!"
"I think we have been led by the Jeppen, and the sergeant should be able to see it too. However, I am afraid that no one can do this now, and sergeant Tony is not good at this kind of strangulation."
"There is still a way. Are we hiding a fighter cluster in the obstacle zone? As long as you shrink the front and let the fighter cluster assault, even if you can't beat it, there is always no problem to go."
"Yeah, it's useless that Tanaka kept pressing this hand all the time. When did he want to wait? Didn't he want to wait for the Jepeng's fighter group assault to be released?"
The senior staff murmured helplessly, staring at the Skynet screen in a daze.
Suddenly, their eyes froze.
On the screen, the three Jeppen squadrons suddenly shoved a shot and cooperated with other fleets to force the bandit squadrons to suddenly penetrate the left wing at high speed.
this is. . . . . . . .
A staff member of the colonel stood up violently, pointing his hand to the right side of the screen in horror.
That is not far from the obstacle zone. The main battleship of Jeppen, which has been supporting the central theater of firepower, has moved to the right wing of the bandit battleship cluster under the cover of its patrol cluster!
Seeing this scene in front of everyone, everyone turned their attention to the central podium. . . . . . . .

Lore!
Auburn finally knocked the send key on the tactical computer keyboard and sent a command to the entire fleet, relieved. Touching the vest, the uniform was unknowingly soaked in cold sweat.
What is the name of the opposing commander?
This question was tumbling in O'Brien's mind, making him even restless.
Although in the battle for nearly an hour, the Longqi fleet has been fighting against each other, but O'Brien knows that this is definitely a battle he will never forget.
The reason is not because of the terrifying command skills and fierce tactics of the opposing commander. All the pressure comes from only one point. That is the crazy growth rate of the opposing commander. If it is not for the moment, O'Brien is not even sure whether he can cope with the opponent's increasingly sophisticated tactical use and command tactics!
Auburn thought quietly.
At first, the unknown commander seemed to rely on his powerful staff system to support his command. He commanded the fleet to constantly change routes, continuously cross-fit, constantly set traps, and search for gaps to intersect. From this perspective, he has basically realized the essence of strangling tactics.
However, his experience does not seem to be very rich. The command skills are still a bit young.
Whenever his trap is formed, or a fleet is about to complete a deadly penetration, he can always block or counterattack before him. Among them, in addition to their decisive role in many years of experience, more importantly, their fleet is far more familiar with this type of combat than the opposing fleet, and cooperation is also more tacit.
However, as the battle progressed, the other party seemed to be getting better.
His attacks are getting stronger and he responds faster and faster. Before the completion of several coordination routines under his command of the fleet, he predicted in advance and jumped out. Even when he commanded two squadrons and tried to eat one of his squadrons with time difference, he was almost surrounded by his four squadrons.
At the time, he didn't even see how his four fleets got rid of the entanglement of his fleet.
Unfortunately, everything is now over. Waiting for this genius commander Feiyang is a ruthless strangulation. Because, he still doesn't understand that when the python catches its prey, it strangles and strangles, just to complete the means before the final devour. The real strangulation tactics must be based on burying lore!
His lore was ambushed from the beginning.
At that time, the two left-wing squadrons of the other side flew too fast, and one followed too slowly. This creates a wonderful gap. When the [Lightning Falcon] sub-fleet is inserted directly into this gap, in order to prevent the front fleet from being bitten by the tail, he can only accelerate the front fleet and use the rear fleet to fight.
In this way, the fleet that threw too fast was entangled in the left wing regiment by himself, unable to allow him to form a thick enough force in the left wing near the main formation. The confrontation prevented him from expanding the zone.
In a place not far from the main array, oppressing him with a squadron is like burying a chess piece. This piece, when he forced the battle group to shift to the left continuously through the strangling of the middle road, and used the main line to swim, close to the right wing of his main line, it became a time bomb!
Now, the main battle line of his own battleship is on the right wing of the opponent, while the left wing, three driving cruisers, are moving forward at high speed.
It was an empty area. It's like a team whose opponent's striker is pressed into the penalty area and can only watch the opponent's defender rush directly from a distance.
From left to right, at this distance, it is already lore.
The fighters that had not been released because they were too far away had already assembled and stood by. Within a few minutes, the release could be completed.
Now, it is time.
"God said, I give you the body to keep clean. Give you food, cherish. Give you light, wash your soul from time to time, be grateful, and make others as godly as you ..."
Obun opened the scriptures and began to pray.

There was silence on the command platform.
The generals clenched their fists tightly, eyes staring straight at the Skynet screen.
Three thousand kilometers to the right of the main array, the main array of the Jeppen battleship is about to enter the attack position. Six space carriers are slowly releasing fighters. And two thousand kilometers behind them, the cosmic dust that filled the obstacle zone reflected the star's light, just like a white cloud on the horizon.
"What are we waiting for?" Carl's voice trembled a little.
A signal passed through the void.
"Gentlemen, it's time for us! Have you seen their buttocks? That's our goal!" A strange cry came from the communication channel.
After a burst of cheering from the sky, a Feiyang space fighter shot the white obstacles.
The solitary fighters rolled in the air.
Behind him, countless space fighters, like the thousands of lightnings that pierced the void, came out of the clouds.
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. Five thousand words, count two chapters in one. The writing was complicated before this chapter. After pushing down and rewriting, I felt that it was not enough, but I really had no time and owed a thousand words.
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