The gray-brown Buick blue planet floats quietly in the universe. At an imperceptible speed, it slowly rotated around the star that was pulling it, giving it light and heat, and which was also named the sun by man, but with the number B-7-2. For human beings, this profoundly represents the turn of time, which has continued since time immemorial and will continue to last. until one day of destruction.

Compared with the universe, the ancient vicissitudes of Buick blue are like a speck of dust, small and inconspicuous. And for Buick Blue, the human fleet, which is less than 30,000 kilometers away from it, is even more pitiful. If the Buick Blue had life, it would be like an elephant, fighting two groups of ants, and it would feel ridiculous.

Human beings are not ants, human wars, in fact, thousands of years ago can destroy any planet like Buick Blue. I don't know if this kind of technology is a kind of progress or a kind of sadness. At this moment, in the dark and vast universe, technology has once again created a dazzling battle composed of thousands of warships.

The Desik fleet, which had made a leap in an incomprehensible posture and used its inertial speed to launch a surprise attack, had already crashed into the front of the Southeast Expeditionary Fleet. This was a long-planned surprise attack, and the commander of the Desik fleet, Hall, used the most direct way to strangle the defensive and firepower superiority of the Fyan and Ryan warships in an infinitely close distance.

The swarming of high-speed cruisers, destroyers and space fighters, replacing the battleships with powerful firepower, became the protagonists of the first wave of encounters. These relatively skinny space killers are flying, staggering and fighting at unimaginable speeds.

Countless energy cannon fire and homing shells. It's shuttling and crashing. Every battleship on both sides was spewing out a ball of light of death. Fighters, dancing in the battleship group, strangling each other. Red or blue energy shields flickered. When passing through the battleship at high speed, a light and shadow of light and light were cast on the battleship's dark and heavy armor.

Battles, which became more and more intense as the distance shortened.

One flower, and another. Explosions, large and small, burst like fireworks against the backdrop of the dark night sky. It was short-lived, fleeting. The dense group of battleships was staggered, and the energy cannon fire was rushing. The small strangulation space made many warships collide together, shatter, and explode. There were also some battleships. The battleship that was rolled and cut down after the explosion was smashed into two sections, and the people and things on board were good. Thrown into the void, like a splash of blood.

The moth-like fighter plane, in this extremely chaotic battlefield, relied on its own agility to dodge. There were also many fighters that did not have time to change direction, as if they had thrown themselves into flames. Slammed into the shimmering battleship of the energy shield and turned into a small cloud of sparks.

It is a silent and tragic picture, in the vacuum of the universe. No explosions can be heard, no loud cries can be heard. In this silent world, human beings, with the most cruel and brilliant killing pokes, smear the desolate universe. As if God, here a string of electric firecrackers without sound was lit.

"The left flank of the First Fleet has completed its maneuver and entered the area of preparation for attack."

"The right flank of the Fourth Fleet has completed its maneuver and entered the area of preparation for attack."

"The anti-interference force of the system has risen to 60%."

"The Desik fleet is divided, intent on attacking our transport fleet."

In the central command room of the aircraft carrier "Poseidon", the flagship of the expeditionary force. Command, communications, electronics, fire control, damage management, landing, and other systems coordinated reports from officials and localities one after another.

Relying on accurate and swift response, the expeditionary fleet withstood the chaos of the early stages of the battle. After that, in a tug-of-war of nearly two hours, the combined fleet of Feiyang and Lane gave full play to their military literacy as soldiers of a super military power and the combat effectiveness forged by warship technology. With a strong blockade, he blocked the advance of Desik's fleet.

While the 2nd, 3rd, and newly formed 5th Fleets of the Expeditionary Force were fighting bloody battles in the central battlefield, the 1st and 4th Fleets of the Expeditionary Force smoothly accelerated their efforts to get rid of the enemy, and completed the strategic maneuver on both flanks of the Desik Fleet on the left and the right.

The tide of battle has become delicate. The Desik fleet did not seem to realize their inferiority, and still frantically strangled the expeditionary force in the middle. Their high-speed advance has not stopped since the beginning of the battle. Two of the three fleets have been completely wrenched into the formation of the fleet of the Southeast Expeditionary Force. Under their cover, another Desik fleet was moving sideways in front of the expeditionary force's formation, moving at high speed towards the airspace of the expeditionary force's giant transport.

"The Desik do not lack the courage to fight." Watching the high-speed sprint of the Desik's fleet strangled into the middle of the expeditionary force, the flying warplanes and the fierce energy cannons, Fisichella thoughtfully set his eyes on the huge transport fleet with little protection.

Lieutenant Colonel Drabin, the deputy chief of staff of the Expeditionary Force Command, who had been standing beside Fisichella and acting as the command and coordination officer, smiled slightly. The maneuver of the two wings of the fleet has formed a pincer momentum against the advancing Desik fleet, and as long as Fisichella gives an order, the expeditionary fleet will be like a monster, pulling this fleet in the chest into its mouth. And the Desik fleet, which rushed towards the giant transport ship, could not escape the fate of being surrounded and annihilated.

"The First and Fourth Fleets are on standby." Fisichella raised her eyelids and said lightly. Outside the bridge, the fierce battle in the distance and the imminent attack of the transport fleet seemed to have nothing to do with him, and the flank maneuver that the two fleets spent two hours completing also seemed to be just to choose a better position to watch the battle.

Everyone was stunned. The officers looked at each other, they did not understand why Fisichella would give such an order. "The First and Fourth Fleets are on standby." Drabin reacted quickly, confirming Fisichella's order in a resolute tone as the commander and coordinator.

Despite the puzzlement, Fisichella was actually a very receptive and gentle person, but no one in the entire bridge questioned this. This order will soon be passed on to every battleship in the fleet.

"Is there any news from the reconnaissance team sent to the meteorite belt of Resource Planet 3?" Fisichella asked, leaning his hand on the armrest of the command seat, holding his head, staring at the interstellar map on the main console.

"Report to the general, there are no signs of electronic, biological, or energetic activity within the scope of the current investigation. The Finding Team is expanding its scope. "The voice of the intelligence coordinator was heard from the communicator at the main console.

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Fisichella sighed softly and said, "Cancel the landing for the time being, and let the convoy move closer behind us." ”

"Yes!"

In fact, everyone knew that it only took a slight change of direction for the First Fleet to stop the Desik fleet that was attacking the transport fleet, but no one spoke. Even the military staff officers who dared to slap the table with Fisichella at the operational analysis meeting were unusually silent at the moment.

Because everyone knows that perhaps, in terms of combat style, decisiveness, analysis and preparation of battle plans, Fisichella is not outstanding, but his combat attainments alone are enough to make him one of the famous generals of the current generation.

Fisichella is in command of the battle, and he can definitely rank in the top five among the military generals of the Republic of Fiyan!

Since he said that the landing was canceled, then, he must have his reasons. As far as the command of the battle is concerned, not a single military staff officer here dares to criticize him for the decision he made. These seemingly irrational decisions are the result of an extremely sharp intuition and a wealth of experience. Over the years, they have been proven correct time and time again.

The transport fleet quickly moved behind the First Fleet, and their straight track slowly disappeared from the eyes of the raiding Dec Twelfth Fleet, hiding behind the First Fleet of the Expeditionary Force. If the Twelfth Fleet of Desik, which cut across the battlefield horizontally, wants to continue the pursuit, it can only pass through the middle of the First Fleet except for bypassing the First Fleet of the Expeditionary Force!

The Twelfth Fleet did not stop. This Desik space force, which seemed to be only equivalent to the second-rate fleet of the Republic of Lane, seemed to ignore the existence of the powerful First Fleet of the Expeditionary Force, and they rushed straight over. There was no sign of a change of direction.

Fisichella laughed when the data from the central information station showed that the Dec. Fleet began to accelerate at a distance of three thousand kilometers from the First Fleet.

At this moment, the command center was tense, and everyone held their breath. Less than 8,000 kilometers behind the First Fleet, the three Desik fleets ended their jump in a cloud of white light and appeared in space, facing the front and rear attacks, and facing the disadvantage of the expeditionary fleet's scattered formation at the moment, Fisichella smiled happily.

"The second, ninth, and thirteenth mixed fleets of the Desik Empire." The intelligence coordinator quickly identified the enemy.

Fisichella smiled and asked Drabin, "You say, if Hall finds out that there is nothing in our transport, he will be angry?" ”