My God! A staff officer of the Cruiser Feiyan stared out the window.

The visual impact of the violent scene in the universe is too strong. One by one, the battleships of the Western Covenant emerged from the void and were smashed to pieces in front of the overwhelming swarm of fish and missiles. Countless wreckage. Throw it around.

On the huge body of the steel giant aircraft, the fire balls that erupted one after another were like blood-red epiphany.

So eye-catching.

"God is no longer here......" The co-navigator, who was running left and right in front of the Skynet console like a lion, kicked the distracted staff officer**. Look at the fart, it's our turn, we ......"

"Fifteen hundred quarters on the left side, full speed." The master pilot repeated the captain's instructions aloud.

"Electrical jamming activation." The electronic soldier was in a hurry to fluctuate, and the switches on the console were densely packed, and only some afterimages could be seen in the hands that were so fast.

"Eighty percent of the main gun's punch energy...... Eighty-five...... "The gun commander in the main gun compartment stared at the punch meter. A heavy snort will do the bullfighting, which has been waiting for the floodgates to open.

"Thrusters are ......fully open," the power chamber supervisor screamed, almost jumping to his feet. His soldiers were kept to the ground by the feet he commanded.

"Quick, quick, quick......" the frantic roars of the captains echoed. Every warship is like a frying pan.

The non-commissioned officers, trembling with excitement, ran and roared quickly. The sound of keyboard tapping is like a torrential rain hitting a lotus pond. The turret is spinning at a rapid pace, and the radar is locking on. The steel body of the warship turned. The huge fleet is like a migratory bird that is flapping its wings on the water, ready to soar into the sky.

"Attack!"

"Let's go! Let's go! ”

"Keep up!"

Blue energy shields. It's like the lights of the city at night, lit up one after another. In this beautiful light, the huge bandit ship moved.

The shuttle-shaped fleet ship formation (I am very confused by this passage.) Like a ball of thread that has been extracted. It's changing dramatically.

The high-speed destroyers were the first to strike, and these small warships were like a pack of hounds breaking free from their belts, galloping out. Overwhelmed towards the enemy air group (oops, I don't know this word.) Behind them were clusters of cruisers, slightly larger warplanes, more like outflanked rangers on the ancient battlefield, riding horses and yellow sand, and arrows raining down.

When the main cannon completed its charge, it was divided into four ways to drive and patrol the group battle, and at the same time burst out with a dazzling light.

Countless pops swept straight through the black void and plunged into the enemy's group, and a moment later, as if it had been doused with gasoline, the Xiyue Patrol Cluster, which had already fallen into the explosion of fire, erupted several dazzling white lights again. This white light is so violent. The whole universe was lit up at this moment.

The flag aviation command hall was tense and boiling.

The fat man stood on the command seat with blazing eyes, and gave the order for the first drive to patrol the group to make a detour to the left, and the second to drive the group to attack the L21 area and attack the enemy's main formation. ”

"The first drive patrol cluster understands.

"The second wheel drive patrol cluster understands."

The excited replies of the two fleet coordinators rang out almost simultaneously.

"The electronic attack is in full swing." The fat man dragged the situation map on the tactical computer while looking at the densely scrolling intelligence and data. Orders were given one after another. "The main array salvo, the coordinates are positioned and I scribbled) follow the circular movement of the flag navigation, and automatically adjust the ...... involving all elements"

Every time he gave an order, the officer in charge replied loudly, and for a while, the entire command hall was full of high-spirited "yes" voices.

No one questioned his orders, and everyone's blood was ignited in the fireworks of the distant starry sky.

That's Obuun!

Known as the master tactician of the one-eyed python, an expert in air combat!

However, when his fleet peeked out of the darkness, it was met with thousands of missiles and torpedoes...... A head-on shot with incredible accuracy!

What could be more crazy than that?!

"Report on the loss of enemy air fleets!" The fat man shouted.

"Thirty-five percent losses in the mid lane, forty-one percent in the tail lane, and 3.6 ......percent in battle-column clusters," Tony reported aloud.

With the data in Tony's mouth, even in the busiest moments, the command room erupted in an irrepressible cheer.

The staff officers high-fived each other in their busy schedules, and before the first wave of attacks was over, the enemy's patrol group had already been wiped out two-fifths, and such a start was perfect.

However, the fat man is obviously not very happy with this data.

Tony noticed that when he reported the enemy's losses, the fat man frowned visibly.

"Sir." Our cluster of torpedoes and missiles has just completed the third wave of attacks, and there are two more waves ...... behind," Tony couldn't help but remind.

By this time, Tony had completely abandoned all suspicions about fat people. From the fat man's amazing ability to read intelligence and deduction, to this unbelievable genius battle plan, to the light of the violent explosion outside the window at this moment.

Everything just shows how accurate Hastings' vision is!

The battle has begun, and there is no way back. What I can do now is to follow the fat man in front of me and witness a miracle.

Tony had no doubts. The possibility of this miracle.

"The next two waves can't cause much damage...... "The fat man, who had been staring at the tactical computer, shook his head unexpectedly.

"Why?" Tony and the senior generals beside the fat man were shocked at the same time.

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"Distance. On the left flank, led by the cruiser "Odom", turn left for 600 minutes, and on the right flank, led by the "Tennessee", turn right for 800 minutes, "Obuun's roar was extremely cold. "Bordeaux. Caesar. The Derbyshire. "Wada", "Yamada"...... Go up!

With the command sent by Obuun on the tactical computer, more than a dozen battle planes that searched for other names suddenly crossed their bodies in the air, either forward or backward, up or down, and stopped behind the burst of fire.

In front of these warplanes, warplanes that had been riddled with holes were struggling in hell, and countless missiles and torpedoes dragging baretails and tails of smoke rushed into the flames of explosions one after another. Some crashed into the front ships or wreckage and exploded, while others passed through the gaps and shot at the ships that had just come sideways.

Behind him, hundreds of warplanes have begun to make a difficult turn.

Although the formation was crowded and the movements were slow, there was finally time to breathe behind the barrier formed by the front of these warplanes.

A strong man breaks his wrist. The sacrifice of more than a dozen warplanes isolated the spread of missile and torpedo attacks.

Obuun gritted his teeth, he never dreamed that his sneak attack would completely fall into the trap of the other party.

Everything is an illusion.

When the Filipino fleet appeared in front of them, turned off the energy shields and engines, and prepared to make the leap, they had thousands of missiles and torpedoes ready for their fleet to jump.

Although I don't understand how the other party found his own fleet, and how to accurately calculate the coordinates and time of the jump, these are no longer important to Obuun.

Importantly, despite the heavy losses suffered by the Dragoons, the fleet did not lose the fight.

Obuun has empirically calculated the bottom line of destruction of the opponent's waveless missile strikes. The last wave arrived. It was four minutes later, and the battle ship on top of the front was enough to block the fourth wave. By the time the last wave arrived, the convoy spreading to both flanks was just enough to get out of range of the enemy and release enough decoy missiles.

Losing more than a dozen warships and saving more rejuvenating forces, Obuun made a decision without thinking.

At the same time, he also read the immaturity of the other commander's genius in the light of genius.

If he had set the coordinates of the missiles and torpedoes, had been more penetrating, had concentrated the attack waves, and allowed some torpedoes to be aimed around the target airspace instead of being so greedy, then he could have completely incapacitated the dragoon patrol group during the first attack.

Unfortunately, he missed the best of times.

Although now in all aspects of the battlefield situation, this unnumbered Fijian Alliance fleet has an advantage, but, don't let it, the strength of the dragoon fleet is one and five times that of theirs. It's just a little less than them at the moment.

This is the Dragoons. Battle-hardened and fearless of death.

In this air fleet, except for one order, the officers and men of Jeppon did not hesitate to go up to meet the missiles and torpedoes. There are also six space carriers and battleship clusters that are currently intact!

Although he couldn't sneak attack, he would defeat this unknown commander head-on.

It won't be long before he understands in the slowly turning tide of the situation and the strangulation of the dragoons like a giant python. No matter how good his strategy and tactics are, he should not provoke Obuun, the one-eyed python.

This name didn't come from a sneak attack!

In the command room of the "Supreme Glory", hundreds of staff officers of the Dragoon Fleet are like a high-speed machine. Classify, analyze, and process intelligence and data. On the four-story floor, every tactical discussion room was opened. Countless real-time battle plans and deductions were continuously transmitted to the senior staff headquarters led by the chief of staff, and then to Obuun's tactical computer.

Obuun, who was as calm as a stone, looked at the tactical computer, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Dragoons, having avoided danger, are shrinking. And the Fiji Alliance Air Team pounced too hard. There was a wonderful gap between the two separate fleets on their left in the D13 airspace.

The second watch was delivered, and the fat man begged for a ticket!!!

Bandit brothers, in this chapter, I have hit it twice. Mom MI's. Write the last few words the first time. My mom turned me off. In an instant, there was a sharp pain in my chrysanthemum.

From 2 o'clock until now

The inner cow is full of faces. Thank you for your support.