Chapter 49: The Fog of War
The fat man made a contemplative state.
Fang Xiang, who didn't know that she was in full bloom, maintained a leaning posture and looked at the fat man expectantly.
The fleet began to accelerate, and an orange-red star outside the port window of the battleship had gradually been thrown away, turning into a small red dot in the distance. Farther behind the stars, a diffuse bright nebula mottled with light and darkness is quietly suspended in the universe.
Like the fog of war.
"Suss Transport Fleet" Carolina put down the information in her hand, looked up at a middle-aged man with gray hair on the communication screen, and hesitated: "Admiral Zhang Pengcheng, what do you think of this information from the headquarters?" β
"I think there's a 60 percent chance that it's a trap set by Seuss." The commander of Chakner's Twelfth Group Fleet, Second Admiral Zhang Pengcheng's angular square face was tight, and his eyes were sharp: "According to intelligence, the two mixed fleets of the Sussalga Front have a total of six A-class fleets and two B-class fleets, and their strength is twice that of ours.
Seeing that Karolina was thoughtful, Zhang Pengcheng continued: "Now, the several A-class channel jump points leading from the main channel to Mars are under the control of my Chuckner 1202 and 1203 fleets, and the commanders of Suss Ulyanov and Gershkov have been famous for a long time, and it is impossible not to know this information. The reason why I still hold back is because the 1201st fleet I led and the Fyandarapea's B15th fleet under your command are still out of their field of vision. They won't do it until they find out where we are. But they don't want to just drag it out."
"So, the appearance of this transport fleet, and the information we have obtained, came too coincidentally" Carolina sat upright, habitually raising her chin slightly: "You think this is a trap they set for the 1201 fleet?" β
"That's right." Zhang Pengcheng nodded affirmatively.
"But. As far as I know, on the third leg of the main channel, it seems that there is no appearance of a large-scale Souss fleet. Carolina tapped her fingers lightly on the table, and said with a frown: "This transport ship is transported to the place of supplies and a large amount of weapons and equipment for the consumption of all fleets of the Salga Front of Suss for three months. Apparently, they are preparing for the upcoming battle for the shipping lanes. If we let this opportunity go. When they are fully prepared, our situation will be even more difficult. Besides"
Carolina paused, and a smile appeared on her face: "General, your 1201st fleet, but one of the most elite fleets in Chucna, I really can't imagine how many warships are needed to design this trap by the Seuss to ensure the annihilation of the 1201st fleet." Judging by the intelligence from all sides. Near the third sector, there doesn't seem to be a threat to you. β
Zhang Pengcheng was silent. He had to admit it. Carolina is observant. In fact. At the same time when he felt that it was a trap for the enemy. He also pondered another possibility, tooβif. The appearance of this transport fleet is not a trap. Just let it go for nothing. Not only did it waste the intelligence officers' hard work in order to get the local information. It will also make the future war situation. More passive.
To know. Now Chuckna. In the fight with the Seuss Empire for the Ress system. Can be deployed to the main channel of troops. Extremely limited. He led these three fleets. It is already the largest mobile force of the Chackner military department in recent times. For a long time. It is unlikely that more fleets will enter the main channel for reinforcements.
Therefore. For the own side that is at a disadvantage. Time. is the most important. As long as it can threaten the main waterway. Fight or not. To the north towards Reske. To the south towards the Leray Pass. It's all a kind of containment. This pinch. The longer the better! Wait until Chacna's third reinforcement is completed or if you win a Battle of the Land at Resque. So. There will be a steady stream of reinforcements coming into the main channel. Until then. Chakner and Fisichella led the Filipino League's Southeastern Front to echo in the north and south. A corner of the southeast. It will be stabilized!
And to achieve all this. Attack this Souss transport fleet. It's a great opportunity! The entire army was sustained for three months, and supplies and a large amount of weapons and equipment that needed to be replenished were destroyed. For the Souss Salga Front preparing for battle. Definitely a huge blow.
Carolina looked at the pensive Admiral Chuckner silently. She knows. Analyze it yourself. He has already been impressed.
Though. Within the Fijian coalition forces. The Chakner fleet was in fact not under the control of the Mars Front. On military ranks. Zhang Pengcheng is also a general. But. After all, now the ** teams of the Difei League. The Filipino coalition has been formed. It is under the command of the coalition command. So. Tacitly. There is also a need to maintain a nominal system.
As the commander-in-chief of the Demars Front, Carolina, who is directly assigned by the Allied Command, not only leads a Fiyan armored division and a Fiyan B-class fleet, but is also responsible for the command of the entire Mars theater. Nominally, he has the right to direct the 12th Chackner Fleet led by Zhang Pengcheng.
At the first glance when she saw the information sent by the command about this Seuss transport fleet, she made an intelligence synthesis.
Opportunities are always fleeting, and she doesn't want to let go of any opportunity, especially since this opportunity comes from the command and the intelligence obtained from the Feiyang intelligence system - she has a natural trust in the coalition command headquarters dominated by the Feiyang Republican **.
The results of the intelligence synthesis show the operability of the attack plan.
In the third sector, there were simply no forces that could pose a threat to the Chackner 1201 fleet. If this opportunity is missed, Carolina can almost imagine what the coalition command will say about herself!
"Indecisive!"
Such comments are unbearable for her, who has just been on her own. Especially in such a situation where victory is assured.
Therefore, Zhang Pengcheng can't be allowed to hesitate any longer.
"General Zhang, I know you're worried about the uncertainty of our intelligence." Carolina laughed: "If our reconnaissance ship fails to detect the enemy's ambush, and your fleet appears there, it will obviously be a disaster. However, the opportunity is fleeting, and I will give orders in the name of the command and take responsibility. And you. Additional reconnaissance ships can be dispatched to determine that there is no danger before proceeding. In addition, I will order the B15 fleet to go directly to the target area and coordinate protection. β
"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 admires the decisiveness and courage to take responsibility of this female major general Feiyang. "I'll be cautious about going to the target area." However, I hope that the commander of the B15 fleet will follow my command. This kind of thing can't be sloppy in the slightest. "The AR-1871 public galaxy, located in the third leg of the southeast main channel, is a binary galaxy composed of two stars.
In the dazzling light of the accompanying twin stars, six large iron-gray transports and one giant transport, escorted by thirty iron-gray Seuss warships, also iron-gray. It is slowly passing through an obstacle zone consisting of an asteroid belt and dense gas dust around the two companion stars.
The Souss are really stingy when it comes to their appearance.
In the bridge control room of the flagship battleship Victoria, Valerien. Bode was staring intently at the radar sounding table and optical telescopic view on the center console. From time to time, he checked the data and reports transmitted back from the electronic reconnaissance ship that had opened the way. The slender face was like a layer of frost, the lips were tightly pursed, and a pair of slender eyes were bright under the thick eyebrows.
Standing quietly in front of the console for half an hour, Bode pinched his brow with his fingers and reached out to tap twice on the virtual keyboard in front of a staff officer. Soon, on the screen, the surveillance footage of the fleet Skynet appeared. The image is framed through optical lenses distributed across the warships. Photographing the moving fleet from different angles.
One Typhoon-class battleship, six Roaring-class cruisers, and twelve Rimmang-class destroyers formed a circular defensive formation, tightly surrounding the huge and clumsy seven transport ships.
At this moment, the fleet, under the guidance of two electronic reconnaissance ships and four frigates on the left and one on the right, is successively passing through the gap between more than a dozen asteroids with diameters of several hundred meters to about one thousand meters. From time to time, there was a small rubble, tumbling. It collided with the ship's external armor and was silently ejected away.
Bode's gaze fell on the huge rugby-shaped transport, which was larger than the six large transports combined. This ice bear is the top priority he needs to protect in this escort mission.
"Where's the scout?" Bode asked the intelligence liaison officer beside him.
"The Bee at the front has already entered the jump tunnel and is expected to reach the next obstacle zone in an hour. The second-echelon reconnaissance ship has also passed through the current obstacle zone and is expanding the scope of monitoring. The intelligence officer, buried in the computer screen, looked up.
Bode nodded, hesitating. Commanded: "Let the reconnaissance ships cheer up." All the places you pass by, you have to search carefully. The safety of the fleet must be guaranteed. β
"Yes, Your Excellency." The small and medium-sized intelligence officer replied without hesitation. When he turned around and picked up the communicator, he couldn't help but show a wry smile on his face. This was the twelfth time he had heard the same words and carried out the same orders.
The Intelligence Liaison Officer's expression changed slightly, but it did not escape Bode's eyes. He didn't speak, just turned around with a blank face and walked towards his commanding seat. As the commander of the D2 Mixed Fleet D1 Detachment of the Second Army of the Sussarga Front, this is not the first time that he has carried out escort duties on transport ships. It's just that this time is especially different for him.
The battle between Seuss and Chuckner in the Resque system has come to a fever pitch.
To date, the Suss Empire has lost more than sixteen A-class mixed fleets in Resker, and the losses in the Republic of Chacna are about the same. Now the Resque Ground Jump Point to the Main Channel has become a ball rolling between the two sides! Today it is still in the hands of Seuss, and tomorrow, it is likely that Chacna's fleet will pass through this jumping point.
Therefore, the current main channel is no longer the world of the Souss fleet a few months ago.
On this logistical supply line from Seuss to the Salga Longbow system, in addition to Seuss's fleet, there are three more Chakner fleets and one B-class fleet of the Fyan Republic. These enemy fleets pouring into the main channel are time bombs on the Souss logistics channel, and people can only hear the ticking sound, but they don't know when it will explode.
Sitting in the conductor's seat and rubbing the sun that kept beating, Bode felt tired.
My nerves are so tight!
According to intelligence, Chacna's three fleets had separated. Two of them arrived at the Freeport of Mars. Blocked a section of the A-class channel leading from Freeport to the main channel, and put on a defensive posture. The other fleet, on the other hand, has been roaming the main channel, and so far, no trace of them has been found.
And the third section of the main channel, near the Mars Passage, is undoubtedly the most dangerous place.
In such a situation, in such a place, this transport fleet escorted by itself was transporting the arms supplies of the entire First Army and the Second Army of the Sussalga Front!
In addition to the ordinary weapon accessories, on that giant transport ship, there is also the Imperial 10th generation Aurora Man individual mecha that can be armed by an armored division, there are improved Typhoon-class battleships with 3200 mm main guns, 2200 mm secondary guns and 1100 mm rotary runs, a long-range array radar system with a high level of secrecy, a multi-level electronic jamming system, and a newly developed fire control system that integrates an active enemy seeking device!
These things are lying in the cargo hold of the transport ship in sets, with a total value of nearly 20 billion Fei Yuan, which is almost equivalent to the cost of a B-class fleet!
Looking around, in front of the central stage of the control room, there were five staff officers discussing something. Next to them, on the transparent flat monitor, there is an interstellar map with blue lines and red flags, and two other staff officers and two navigators are marking or recording something in front of these floor-to-ceiling glass-like interstellar maps. Occasionally, they whispered a few words to each other.
In front of the center console, the radar, communications, and scanning systems emitted various electronic sounds, the keyboard tapping of the controllers, the whispers between the navigator and the chief navigator, and the discussions of the staff officers, all mixed together in a tense and orderly manner.
Everything looks like a normal escort mission.
Bode sighed softly, if these subordinates knew that this escort mission was actually of the nature of acting as a decoy to lure the enemy, I don't know if they would maintain their current normal state.
The sweet bait of 20 billion Fei Yuan, Admiral Gershkov, can be regarded as a bloody investment!
"Don't seek to annihilate the enemy!"
The dwarf figure of Gershkov, who was somewhat balding, seemed to appear in front of Bode's eyes again.
"All we need is a chance to find the enemy and force them into the shipping lanes around Mars." I have to think about the perspective of the description repeatedly, and I can't get out for a while. Therefore, the revised paragraph should be sent out first. More than 6,000 words, compressed to 4,000 words. I can't write it from the perspective of a fat man, it's really a matter of ability, not attitude. For this kind of plot, if you have any better way to deal with it, you may wish to post to me. Now I seem to be a little confused about this kind of plot, and I don't even know how to write it. How about it, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading! )