Fisichella, the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, quietly looked at the Buick Blue Star outside the bridge, and pursed his thin lips tightly, making his somewhat thin face look very cold.

On the huge screen of the central information station, the giant transport ships had broken away from the escort of the cruiser and slowly assembled from behind the battleship to the bottom of the fleet.

The six "Blue Whale"-class giant transport ships and the three "Mammoth"-class giant transport ships can carry enough Feiyang armored forces and materials to gain a foothold on any planet in the southeast region of the human interstellar map.

"The 17th Squadron is back ... The 20th squadron of Goe was dispatched. Open the return passage six..."

"Landing Point Seven, Cleaning Information Reception.

"Landing Point 1 needs support, Ninth Squadron. Please go now, the regional coordinates..."

In front of the center console, there was a busy scene, and the officers of the space carrier were coordinating the space fighters that were flying like bees outside the porthole.

These fighters, who are tasked with opening up landing sites, must clear the mega transport ship of all possible threats to it before it enters the atmosphere. This work has come to an end, and under the attack of Feiyang's advanced space fighters, the air defense force left by the Desik Empire in Buick Blue is too weak.

Having lost their air defense and air mobility capabilities, the only thing Desik ground forces could do was to strengthen their defensive deployment in every important city as much as possible, and beyond that, they could not do anything about the eventual landing of the Filibes. On the virtual screen of the central console, the giant transport fleet has gradually converged, and the last few cruisers around them have slowly left. Return to the fleet formation. A little later, as the inspection of the landing site clearance battle by electronic AWACS aircraft was completed, these giant transport ships. will break into the atmosphere, and the landing will be performed.

Fisichella thought to himself. It didn't seem to be on the landing operation that was about to begin, and his fingers, tapping lightly on the armrest of the wide commander's seat, again and again. Like an old-fashioned mechanical pendulum, the rhythm is monotonous and regular.

"General!" The military staff officer in charge of the space fighter plane's fixed-point cleaning mission stood in front of Fisichella and reported: "The ground clearance of the seven landing sites has been completed. The electronic AWACS aircraft has been verified, and the cleanliness of the passage is Class A. “

"Hmm." Fisichella seemed to have just come to her senses. He frowned slightly, his fingers still tapping gently, and after a long while, he pressed the communicator: "Did the radar find it?" ”

"No, General!" The voice of the intelligence coordinator in charge of radar surveillance came over the communicator: "It's calm all around. But ......"

Fisichella asked, "But what?" ”

The intelligence coordinator said, "Around the third resource planet. There is also a meteorite belt that cannot be detected by radar, and we have sent an electronic ship and a squad of warplanes to it, and we will get the news soon. ”

"Resource Planet Three?"

As Fisichella's finger swept over the interstellar map. The interstellar map, which shows the entire Pyrenees Minor galaxy, is rapidly shrinking and changing, and the Buick blue galaxy is rapidly emerging.

The intelligence coordinator said that the No. 3 resource planet is located in the airspace of the A series closest to the Buick Blue planet, and is on one of the spiral arms of the Minor Pyrenees galaxy with the Buick Blue. In that star system with sixteen planets, resource planet number three. It is the largest of these planets. The volume is equivalent to three hundred times that of the Buick Blue Planet.

Although it is named as a resource planet, it is actually a resource extraction. But it is concentrated on the six moons of the No. 3 resource planet. Because the resources of the main star are not abundant, and it is extremely difficult to mine. Gravity and magnetic fields aside, the most troublesome thing is. To land on the host star, you must cross a circular meteorite belt.

When the three-dimensional map of the resource planet three, which can be called the vast meteorite belt, appeared in front of Fisichella's eyes. He stood up sharply: "Where is the electronic ship?" ”

Almost at the same time as his voice fell, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded in the huge mothership command room, and a major in charge of communications suddenly grabbed the documents handed by the officer in front of the central information desk, ran quickly to the main console, and reported: "General. It was discovered that the three Desik mixed fleets had suddenly jumped five thousand kilometers behind our fleet and were approaching at full speed. ”

"Five thousand kilometers?" Fisichella's face sank, and the military staff officer who had been standing beside him waiting for instructions couldn't help but scream.

A fleet, even if aggregated into the densest formation, will be discharged for almost a hundred kilometers. And 5,000 kilometers, between two battleground fleets, is almost equivalent to no distance!

After the interstellar jump, if the brakes are not applied, the ship can maintain the third cosmic speed, which is 16.7 kilometers per second, or thousands of kilometers per minute. The distance of 5,000 kilometers will disappear completely in a matter of minutes.

This is a mortal threat to the combined fleet of the expeditionary forces, which is essentially stationary. "The Desiks are crazy? How did they get our exact coordinates? The military staff officer in shock couldn't help but exclaim.

No wonder he exclaimed, you know, in this era, due to the high speed of the ship jump and the braking distance requirements, to make the jump, it is necessary to have a precise coordinate, even according to the minimum requirements, this coordinate must be within 10,000 kilometers in diameter, to avoid the appearance of any space body, including planets, warships, meteorites, etc.

Now, the Desik fleet has actually jumped to a place five thousand kilometers behind the expeditionary fleet, and this kind of jumping to the ground is completely playing with life! And the premise of this fateful leap is that the Desik people know the exact coordinates of the expeditionary fleet's outer space in Buick Blue at a certain point in time!

"All of them are in combat mode, the 1st and 4th fleets are speeding away, and the 2nd, 3rd, and 5th fleets are turning on the spot to meet them!" Fisichella's voice was surprisingly calm: "The transport fleet breaks through the atmosphere!" All aircraft carriers release fighter formations! ”

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He stared at the silver-white meteorite belt on the electronic map, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This is a battle that has nothing to do with victory or defeat, but is a matter of life and death. You die, I live! ”

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"Wonderful!" Hall stared at the images coming back from the front-line warships on the virtual screen, his eyes cold and hot.

This is the fleet of the old military powers! Several fleets of the Filipino Expeditionary Force were faced with the near-desperate leap of the Desik fleet. There was not the slightest panic! The huge fleet is like a chrysanthemum blooming in the night sky, stretching out in wisps.

Efficient, concise and coordinated. Precise.

The well-trained fleet of Fei Yang and Lane showed their interstellar military literacy at this moment. Every warship knows its own position, and it knows at what angle and at what speed it should detach and converge.

The 1st and 4th fleets, which were in the middle of the expeditionary fleet, were moving forward at high speed. The tail of the dense battleship was sprayed with blue light, and in such a high-speed rush, the distance between the ships was still maintained to the meter accurately!

The other two Filipino fleets on either flank were like a group of sardines that had encountered predators. The school of fish completely dissipated in an instant, after just a few minutes of seemingly chaotic chaos. The warships were grouped together again, and this time, they were already behind the Central Fleet. Face the oncoming Desik fleet.

Even the old Gachalin fleet that was in the middle of them had become neat and efficient under the guidance of these powerful Fijian ships.

This strain was perfect!

Hall hesitated a little, leading the commander of such a perfect fleet. Would you step into the trap of Desikland so hastily?

However, now the arrow has to be sent on the screen. The giant transport fleet, which was covered by the Filipino alliance fleet, was still approaching the Buick Blue Space Layer. Hall could clearly feel Fisichella's self-sustaining force from their movements!

"The Sixth and Seventh Mixed Fleets are advancing in full force! The 12th Fleet launched a surprise attack, warplanes intercepted the transports, and the 2nd, 9th, and 13th fleets made a jump! The offensive begins! Hall ordered: "Order the special fleet, carry out the Mozch landing!" ”

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"Frontal defeat of four divisions of Reinhardt. Still gaining ground? Douglas jerked his head up and looked at the military staff officer in front of him who had broken into the military meeting.

In the front command of the Mozich Theater of Operations of the Southeast Expeditionary Force, all the high-ranking commanders, including Gordon, Heilig, and the six division commanders of Feiyangdi, were stunned by the news. They looked at each other, and from each other's eyes, they read exactly as incredulous as they did in their hearts.

The military staff officer in charge of the report was a young Major Fei Yang, and from the time he got this battle report to the current report, his heart was beating violently, and his voice had been trembling a little. It was an excitement that crawled all over the spine.

"Yes, General Douglas." The major quickly stuffed the electronic file in his hand into the central computer, and under his ten-finger operation, the virtual screen of the central information station appeared an aerial photograph of the battle situation of the long line post, a radar map, and a simulated map of the battle situation made based on the battle report.

These pictures, which are very different, have the same point. From the pictures and data, it can be seen very clearly that in front of the temporary infantry defense line that has been compressed to a dangerous point at the long line post, the two armored divisions with the new 19th Division of the Lelei people as the main force are rapidly recovering the previously lost positions with a thunderous momentum.

In front of the pincer attack of these two armored divisions, tens of thousands of Rhine Group troops were fleeing in panic, and the entire rout situation had already presented a completely irretrievable rout under the driving pursuit of the Lelei people.

There was no need for the major to say anything, the commanders gathered in front of the central information station could not help but burst into a burst of enthusiastic cheers! Everyone forgot who they were, and they jumped up like children, waving their fists and high-fives!

Such a situation has always been dreamed of by these senior commanders who lead the main forces of the expeditionary force these days! What I want is to add the wrong battle on the Eastern Front, and there is such a situation.

However, they never imagined that the defense of the Western Front, which had always been regarded as the biggest concern of the campaign, had not yet made a breakthrough when the 10 most elite armored divisions of the Mozych Theater had not yet made a breakthrough.

Since the sudden withdrawal of the expeditionary fleet, everyone has understood that the Mozic theater of operations is not the main battlefield in Fisicella's mind. The good and bad here is just a pawn in the layout of the little Pyrenees.

Where the fleet went, and what were the movements of the twelve elite armored divisions and the two Ryan Republic fleets stationed on the planet Minsk, these division commanders of Feiyang really couldn't be clearer in their hearts. Battle of Mozicid. It has played the role that should have played in the entire battle of the Petite Pyrenees, whether it can be won or not, whether it can preserve its vitality until the dust settles on the big war, can only rely on itself.

But. Air power, now can only rely on a small number of independent army land-based fighters to support, and by mistake, at this moment, under the full management of the Stephen Group, has become a meat grinder, the two sides of the battle for land has reached a white heat, three days ago, three days ago, the frontal assault of the three elite armored divisions, the two armored divisions of the periphery of the roundabout, even without an inch of advance. Dragged here to death!

The expeditionary force did not feel good. Stephen also fought hard, and if it weren't for the wrong fortifications and the constant investment of troops, Stephen would not have been able to hold out at all. The proportion of his troops in battle losses. Much higher than the elite armored divisions of the Expeditionary Force!

The battle is like this, and what we want now is time!

Douglas asked the fat man about the five days, and there were less than seventy hours left, which was like a rope around his neck. A little bit of it twisted in, making these commanders who were so anxious that the corners of their mouths were bubbling up fidget!

If the Western Front can't hold out, or if the Eastern Front can't get it in five days, it's wrong. Wait until Reinhardt swings his army straight to Plisk. After ending the logistics base, kicking the land-based airfield and bomb-seeking base, and cutting off the rear road, there is no need to join forces with Stephen to flank the attack, and the main force of the expeditionary force can only travel north and south.

After learning that Reinhardt had exhausted his main force and the army was pressing the long-term post, the defense of the Western Front had become a big stone hanging in the hearts of every senior commander of the expeditionary force. They didn't know when the entire campaign would be ruined by the loss of the Western Front.

Today. In addition to studying the wrong attack, one of the most important topics of this operational meeting convened by the front-line command was to transfer one armored division and three infantry divisions from the currently overstretched forces of the Eastern Front to reinforce the long-line post!

Now, however, it seems that this proposal does not need to be discussed.

The new 19th Division, in Mozyc, created a miracle!

This victory, at least for ten days, can guarantee that the Western Front will be safe! No one knew how the fat man did this, but every senior commander or military staff officer could see from these pictures that this victory was a typical victory with less and a great victory without discount. It is a reassuring pill for the war on the Eastern Front!

What amused and excited these commanders the most was that they heard that at present, the Rhine group was unable to gather a solid defensive line, and several attached armored divisions were showing signs of dispersion. Their leader, Reinhardt, is being chased by the fat man!

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"Apollo" was running at a rapid pace. The humiliating escape continues, but there are fewer and fewer "King Kong" mecha guarding by him.

Nearly half of the wreckage of the "King Kong" that was all over the escape path was destroyed by the "Warcraft". Long-range shooting, hand-to-hand combat, stabbing, smashing, throwing, and demolition, "Warcraft" simply plays with the mythical legion in different ways.

In front of a towering tree, "Apollo" slowly stopped, Reinhardt looked around, removed the two platoons that had just turned their heads again, and there was only one company left to protect the "King Kong" mecha beside him.

In the distance, the roar of the mecha energy cannon and the sound of the mecha fighting and running were heard, getting closer and closer. Reinhardt smiled miserably, he had no confidence to run any further, his badly damaged mechs and almost cramped hands made him desperate.

There is no hope in sight on the road ahead. Every time Reinhardt tried to get closer to the main garrison of the Mythical Legion, the fat man would drive him to another way! On the radar, the mythical troops that were dispatched from the garrison to receive them seemed to have lost their speed and elite. In particular, the group to which Borg belonged seemed slow and hesitant.

Reinhardt's mouth was bitter, and he knew that even if he finally escaped the pursuit, he would have lost all his advantage in Mozic's game.

"General." One of Reinhardt's cronies jumped out of King Kong, his gaze looking at the ground: "Let's exchange armor." ”