Chapter 463: Command skills

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The score is not bad, what does it mean?
Fat people are a little unbelievable. In the personal deduction confrontation, Fang Xiang, who has been abused by himself dozens of times, can actually control the complicated and variable tactical actions of combat units so accurately? !
The battleship suddenly had a stagnation, trembling sharply, and the high-speed charge of the "Holy Sword" hit the corner like a sharp axe, blocking a Sousse destroyer into two sections. At the same time, the sister ship [Holy Light] next to the [Holy Sword], as well as several other cruisers, also quickly crashed into their respective selected targets.
The five Sousse battleships that were hit were like helpless antelopes bitten by a pack of wolves on the savannah. The originally majestic and sturdy hull was silently twisted and deformed in the cool and dark space like water and black ink. Under the hard angle of impact, the external armor was broken, the hull of the ship was broken, the lights in the portholes were broken, and the resistance of the Sus fleet was also broken.
The bandit warships, formed into three lanes, crashed into the main formation of the Sousse Fleet. With Fang Xiang's command, the battleship was interspersed at high speed, quickly cutting the Sousse fleet.
Looking at the precise cutting lines, the fat man had to frustrately admit that the previous personal deduction confrontation, himself, took advantage of the deduction technique.
After all, Fang Xiang is a genius commander who has undergone years of strict military training. In this kind of actual battle that tests the commanding ability of the commander, if he can only fiddle with sixty-nine known intelligence conditions, I am afraid that Fang Xiangguang can use this tactical connection to play this white and fat fat man. dead!
Fang Xiang is so powerful, then, to what extent are the legendary non-human celebrities who have been so powerful?
When dealing with these lunatics, how many chances are you not making mistakes? How much ahead of their own technology can they rely on?
If the enemy ’s battleship is more powerful, if the bandit army he leads is faced with the 12th-generation Meynart mech commanded by a generation of generals, how many chances do he have?
The fat man only felt panic and short of breath, itchy all over, and his buttocks were bitten by mosquitoes, and he couldn't sit still.
He couldn't understand how many heroes in the world of Dog Day in this magnificent era! It's easier to beat them one by one in the war!
When you count the time, you hate less. What you need to learn seems to become a lot at once.
On the podium Skynet, the bandit fleet has changed into a fish-scale strangulation formation. At different spatial heights, bandit warships are interspersed and divided. Like a fish tank, a group of wild piranhas.

"Protect the transport ship!" Bode hurriedly gave orders, and his face was already full of sweat: "Ask the A1 fleet immediately! Quick!"
The correspondent struck the keyboard desperately, sending a distress signal to the vast universe over and over again.
"Where is this fleet ..." a Suss staff asked desperately looking at the main screen.
No one answered him. This ruined fleet that seemed to leap from to his side had already used their horns to crush the nerves of every Sos.
In this world, space warfare operations are still full of horsepower, sprinting hundreds of thousands of kilometers, hitting with an angle of collision? !
What a funny tactic, what a cruel picture!
"Close together, close together!" Bode's voice was hoarse and spoke very quickly. He grabbed the communicator and stared at the screen yelling: "[Uranus], moving closer to the center, the tail array shrinking, stopping them!"
As a qualified commander, Bode does not lack experience and military training. Despite the unbelievable attack, he tried his best to keep calm and tried to find the loopholes of his opponents on Skynet's various systems.
Now, he saw one.
As long as the cruiser Uranus can cross from its current position to the center, it can block the main force of the enemy ship that has been biting the central brigade. It only takes a little while for the central fleet to accelerate forward, make a long-distance turn, and take the form of a horn to cover the transportation fleet!
Everyone ’s eyes were fixed on the cruiser of Uranus.
Watching [Uranus] quickly slide to the designated position, some of the combat staff who are doing simultaneous deductions can't help but reveal a trace of joy. There are a few staff members who even want to call out for themselves!
However, this sounded good and was stuck in the throat.
In the roar of Bode, they watched the cruiser of Uranus turn, and they saw a broken cruiser that had already adjusted its course. Machine, hit a smash! Immediately afterwards, this broken cruiser pushed away the remains of Uranus and squeezed into the gap of the middle road. Cut the two destroyers that were just trying to get close together again.
Time, route, mastered by this broken cruiser!
Bode's tactical intentions, like all the tactical instructions issued before, once again fell into disrepair.
The staff sighed deeply and felt despair from the bottom of their hearts. The opposing commander did not give Bode any chance. The battle, under the precise control of this person, continued to follow the track he designated.
From the first volley of the enemy fleet to the ambush, to the full attack of the fleet into the own fleet, to the grasp of the timing of the second wave of ambush, to the position of the back strangling, the fire suppresses the position, and enters the line. ......... It seems that the movement and shooting of each battleship is transformed into a ray of temperament, tightly attached to the baton of the other commander.
No matter how the formation and tactics of your own fleet change, this magic sound is always tightly wrapped in this empty star field, and the sky is seamlessly connected, moving like a cloud.
The Republic of Feiyan ... The Republic of Chakna ......... Which fleet is in front of you? ! Who is their commander? !
In Bode's mind, a blank.
This fleet appears like a ghost, but has a rhinoceros collision angle! Their commander, commanding technique is sharp and old-fashioned, from beginning to end, they firmly seize the first-mover advantage of the raid and press the transport fleet to fight!
Bode anxiously looks for the opponent's flaws on the command computer ... No! The opponent has completely strangled into the Sousse fleet. Their position and cooperation have brought their firepower advantage to the fullest. All Sousse battleships are passively beaten! All flee in chaos!
The two wings were no longer able to expand, and under the suppression of the enemy fleet's firepower, the horns turned around, but it was just an empty talk. The central cluster cannot be broken through. The enemy battleship directly opposite has been compressing the movement range of the transport ship all the time, squeezing the entire Sousse fleet in the middle!
Suddenly, a white light penetrated dozens of portholes in the battleship's control room, illuminating the entire control room white and translucent.
Bode couldn't help but covered his face with his arms and closed his eyes. There was a darkness in front of me. When I opened my eyes again, a red-green light and shadow floated on the eye mask.
That was the martyrdom of the wreckage of [Uranus] cruiser!
Bode collapsed in his chair!
From a congratulatory victory to a failure that will end his life, the rapid change in it makes him unacceptable! The oppressive play of the opponent's commander made him feel even weaker.
"Have you contacted the A1 fleet?"
In a panic and noise, Bode hissed to the correspondent. Despite being far away, despite knowing that the chance to wait for rescue is very slim, but this is the last straw he can grasp!

"Magic Knife, the second and third teams of the bandits, close to the coordinates 521022.43229.399432.5, the engine propeller is fully open, ready to advance the arc, enter the line, I have sent it to you, do n’t care, all the way Open fire and try to hit their propellers as much as possible! The Holy Light moves closer to the Rubik's Cube and suppresses the turning enemy ships in the combat space of the enemy fleet No. 2, don't let them spread out! "
Fang Xiang, who had been fully immersed in battle, watched the skynet information on the podium, while quickly controlling the tactical computer, while giving instructions one by one.
"Magic, Devil Scorpion, quickly support the first combat area! Stare at the [Typhoon] class battleship, close combat, prevent it from speeding up ..."
"Bugs No.6, No.9, No.10. From the edge of No.3 combat airspace, slant towards the S20 azimuth, and use the port side firepower to knock off the tail thrusters of those two destroyers. Opening angle ... "
Fang Xiang's instructions are clear and unambiguous. The words are unpretentious. It's like directing a chef to cook in the kitchen.
But it is such a concise instruction, but it is a fierce and gorgeous starry sky, and the attack and defense conversion speed is extremely fast! In her crisp voice and enchanting smile, the Sousse Transport Fleet has been overwhelmed by her!
"The Sousse Transport Fleet is finished!" The fat man looked away from Fang Xiang.
The six transport ships of the Sousse Fleet were already huddled together by armed merchant ships.
Of the five Sousse cruisers and twelve destroyers, six were destroyed. Of the remaining eleven warships, two cruisers and two destroyers lost their tail thrusters and could only slowly swim in the starry sky. The other seven Although the ship is still stubborn, but it has also been cut open, destroyed or captured, just sooner or later.
The [Typhoon] class battleship was obviously taken by Fang Xiang. Now, all her tactics are centered on how to destroy the battleship propulsion system.
As for the losses of the bandits, except for the five armed merchant ships and one cruiser with minor injuries, there was no loss at all.
In just ten minutes of fighting, the fat man learned a lot on Fang Xiang. These things are the most basic skills of a commander who graduated from a military school. But the fat man has never learned it systematically.
As a commander, any decision must be based on corresponding intelligence processing and situation judgment!
In large-scale battles, there are hundreds of staffs to assist, and commanders at all levels conduct graded command, but the highest commander is relatively easy. The really difficult thing is this kind of hard-to-fight small-scale battle! Between the fast attack and defense, the staff can provide only intelligence. All judgments and decisions are made by the commander's brain in an instant!
How to make judgments, how to deploy troops, and how to carry out tactical actions when the intelligence and deduction calculation conditions are not superior to or even less than that of the opponent ................... They are all solved through commanding skills of command and control, and they are also things that general commanders need to learn and develop in military schools for many years.
When these things, the talented college students like Fang Xiang, combined her own understanding experience and the unique style formed over the years, one by one, you can imagine how much they touched the fat people.
It can be said that this battle is like a warning bell, reminding the fat man. It was like a key that opened a door in his mind. Thousands of battles Russell instilled in his mind, big or small tactics, or odd or even tactics, seemed to be stirred by something, and began to roll and condense.
The fat man's gaze left Fang Xiang and landed on the real-time battle report sent back by the reconnaissance ship hidden in the oasis airspace.
On the virtual screen of the podium, the video data in the battle report is far more tragic than the main screen of the [Holy Sword] central console.
Every inch of space in the picture is filled with countless wreckage. The large wreckage is still burning in the leaked oxygen, and the small wreckage is densely floating in the universe. Like someone on the water by the lake, full of garbage.
In the distance, the two fleets strangle each other.
The completely orthodox battleship battle mode-battleship volley fire as the main attack method, high-speed destroyers and space fighters hit the enemy fleet main battle, close combat. For cruisers, large-scale roundabout or penetrating cluster assaults are carried out.
The commanding skills of the commanders of both sides are also used to the full in this orthodox showdown.
Russell once said that the more such a duel, the greater the test of the commander's command skills. They are all well-understood. How to master the timing and how to invest troops has almost reached the point where you can command with your eyes closed. This is true for one's own side, as is the other. To win, in addition to luck, combat effectiveness, morale and other factors, the most troublesome thing for the commander is to create and identify this kind of trap in the head-to-head matchup!
The more open and upright, the more mysterious.
After only a few minutes of watching, the fat man has already seen Zhang Pengcheng and the other party's commander, in a few extremely delicate offensive and defensive transitions. The movements of both sides are very hidden, and the speed is extremely fast. Concealing the sky, violently attacking the west, turning the tiger away from the mountain, closing the door to catch the thief ........ like two martial art masters passing tricks, a variety of moves endlessly endlessly.
The fat man looked hungrily, understood and understood. From time to time, do quick and simultaneous deductions on the tactical computer.
Looking at it, the fat man suddenly found that something was wrong.
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