Volume 7 Chapter 57 Command Skills Are Not Bad, What Does It Mean?

The fat man was a little incredulous. In the personal deduction confrontation, Fang Xiang, who had been abused by himself dozens of times, was able to control the complex and volatile tactical movements of the combat unit so accurately?!

The battleship suddenly came to a standstill, trembling sharply, and the bow of the Holy Sword, which was charging at high speed, hit the horn like a sharp axe, cutting a Seuss destroyer into two parts. At the same time, the Holy Sword's sister ship, the Holy Light, and several other cruisers also quickly collided with their chosen targets.

The five suss warships that were struck were as pitiful and helpless as antelopes in the savannah, bitten by wolves. The original majestic and sturdy hull of the ship was silently twisted and deformed in the cold and black space like water. Under the hard ramming angle, the external armor was shattered, the hull of the ship was shattered, the lights in the portholes were shattered, and the resistance of the Souss fleet was shattered.

The bandit warships, in three ways, crashed into the main formation of the Souss fleet. With Fang Xiang's command, the battleships interspersed at high speed, quickly cutting the Suss fleet apart.

Looking at the extremely accurate cutting lines, the fat man had to admit in frustration that he had taken advantage of the deduction technique in the previous personal deduction confrontation.

After all, Fang Xiang was a genius-level commander who had undergone many years of strict military cultivation. In this kind of actual combat that tests the commander's command skills, if he can only fiddle with sixty-nine known intelligence conditions, I am afraid that Fang Xiang can play this white and fat fat man to death with this tactical connection alone!

Fang Xiang is so powerful, so how powerful are those famous generals who are almost inhuman in the legends?

What are the chances that you won't make a mistake when dealing with these crazy people? How much technology and combat power do you have ahead of them to rely on?

If, the enemy's battleships are stronger, if. The bandit army led by himself is facing the 12th generation mecha of Binart, which is commanded by a generation of famous generals, and what are the chances of winning for himself?

The fat man only felt flustered and short of breath, itchy all over, and his buttocks felt like he had been bitten by mosquitoes, and he couldn't sit still.

He couldn't understand that in this magnificent era, the world's heroes. How many! Want to defeat them one by one in the war. Easier said than done!

When you count the time you use, you hate to be less, and the things you need to learn seem to have become a lot all at once.

Command platform Skynet. The bandit fleet has transformed into a fish-scale strangulation formation. At different heights in space, bandit warships are interspersed back and forth. Partition. It's like a group of crazy piranhas in a fish tank.

"Protect the transport!" Bode was hurriedly giving orders, and his face was already dripping with beads of sweat: "Immediately ask for help from the A1 fleet!" Fast! ”

The correspondent desperately tapped on the keyboard, sending distress signals to the vast universe over and over again.

"Where did this fleet come from?" asked a Seuss staff officer, looking desperately at the main screen.

No one answered him. The tattered fleet, which seemed to have leapt from hell to its side, had shattered the nerves of every Seuss with their ramming.

in this world. Space ship combat, as well as full horsepower, sprinting hundreds of kilometers, hitting the ground with ramming angles?!

What a funny tactic, what a brutal picture!

"Closer, closer!" Bode's voice was hoarse and spoke extremely fast. He grabbed the communicator and stared at the screen and shouted, "Uranus, move closer to the center, tail formation." Stop them! ”

As a qualified commander. Bode was not short of experience and military accomplishments. Despite the unbelievable attack, he managed to keep his composure. Trying his best to look for vulnerabilities in his opponent's various systems in Skynet.

Now, he saw one.

As long as the cruiser Uranus can cut cross-cutting from its current position to the center, it will be able to block the main force of the enemy ship that has been biting the central brigade. In just a few moments, the central group of ships can accelerate forward, perform long-distance turns, and act as a cover for the transport fleet!

Everyone's eyes were on the Uranus cruiser.

Watching Uranus quickly slide towards the designated position, some of the operational staff officers who were doing synchronous deduction couldn't help but show a hint of joy on their faces. There are a few staff officers who can't help but shout hello!

However, the cry was stuck in the throat.

At Bode's roar, they watched as the cruiser Uranus turned, and then watched a dilapidated cruiser that had already adjusted its course smash the Uranus's beautiful streamlined tail with thrusters with even greater speed! Immediately after, the battered cruiser pushed the wreckage of Uranus away, squeezed into the gap in the middle lane, and the energy cannons on both sides strafed all the way. The two destroyers, which had just tried to get close together, were cut apart again.

Time, route, mastered by this tattered cruiser!

Bode's tactical intent, like all previously issued tactical directives, was once again in vain and shattered.

The staff officers sighed deeply, and from the bottom of their hearts, they felt despair. The commander of the opposing side did not give Bode a chance at all. The tide of battle, under the precise control of this man, continues to gallop along his designated track.

From the first salvo at the beginning of the enemy fleet ambush, to the fleet's all-out breakthrough into its own ship group, to the mastery of the timing of the second wave of ambushes, to the movement in the later strangulation, the fire suppression direction, and the breakthrough line It seems that the movement and shooting of every battleship in the breakthrough line have turned into wisps of rhythm, tightly attached to the baton of the opposing commander.

No matter how the formation and tactics of your own fleet changed, this wisp of magic sound was always tightly entangled in this empty star field, seamlessly connecting and moving like a flowing stream.

The Republic of Fiyan, the Republic of Chakna, is in sight. Whose fleet the hell is it?! Who are their commanders?!

Bode's mind went blank.

This fleet, like a ghost, has rhinoceros-like ramming horns! Their commanders, with sharp and spicy command methods, have firmly grasped the first-mover advantage of the surprise attack and pressed the transport fleet to fight!

Bode anxiously searched for the opponent's flaws on the command computer! The opponent has been completely strangled into the Souss fleet. their location. Cooperate. has brought their firepower advantage to the fullest. All the Seuss ships are being beaten passively! All fleeing in chaos!

The wings could no longer be deployed, suppressed by the fire of the enemy fleet. The turn of the sheep's horn is nothing but an empty word. The central cluster also cannot break through. The enemy warship directly opposite the ground has been stubbornly compressing the range of movement of the transport ship. Squeeze the entire Souss fleet into the middle!

Suddenly, a white light pierced through dozens of portholes in the battleship's control room, illuminating the entire control room in a snow-white and translucent light.

Bode couldn't help but cover his face with his arm and close his eyes. It was pitch black in front of me. When I opened my eyes again, there was a red-green light and shadow floating on the mask.

That's the detonation of the wreckage of the cruiser Uranus!

Bode collapsed in his chair!

From a victory to celebrate. to a defeat that is about to end his life, the rapid transformation of this is unacceptable to him! The oppressive style of play of the opponent's commander made him feel even more powerless.

"Have you made contact with the A1 fleet?"

In a panic and noise, Bode hissed and asked the correspondent. Although it was far away, and although he knew that the chance of being able to wait for rescue was very slim, this was the last straw he could grasp!

"The Magic Knife, the second detachment of the bandits. Third detachment. Move closer to coordinates 521022.43229.399432.5 and the engine thrusters are fully open. Prepare for the arc to advance, break through the line, I've already sent it to you, don't worry about anything, fire all the way to the left and right, and try to hit their thrusters! The Holy Light, move closer to the Rubik's Cube, suppress the rotating enemy ships in the combat airspace of the enemy fleet two, and don't let them disperse! ”

He was already immersed in the battle, looking at the Skynet information on the command platform, while quickly controlling the tactical computer, and giving instructions one by one.

"Magic, Demon Scorpion, quickly support the first combat zone! Keep an eye on that Typhoon-class battleship, get close to the closes, and stop it from picking up speed! ”

"Bandit Six, Nine, Ten. From the edge of the No. 3 operational airspace, it was diagonally inserted towards the S20 azimuth, and with port fire, the tail thrusters of the two destroyers were knocked out. The Magic, it's already pulling angles for you in front of you."

Fang Xiang's instructions are clear and unambiguous. The wording is unpretentious. It's like directing a chef in the kitchen.

But with such a concise command, what is swayed is a tragic and gorgeous fight in the starry sky, and the speed of attack and defense conversion is extremely fast! In her crisp voice and bewitching smile, the Seuss transport fleet has been overwhelmed by her!

"The Seuss transport fleet is finished!" The fat man took his gaze away from Fang Xiang's body.

The six transports of the Souss fleet had already been crowded together under the siege of armed merchant ships.

Of the five Seuss cruisers and twelve destroyers, six were destroyed, and of the remaining eleven battleships, two cruisers and two destroyers lost their tail thrusters and could only move slowly in the starry sky, and the other seven, although still resisting, were also cut open, destroyed or captured, only a matter of time.

And that Typhoon-class battleship was obviously taken by Fang Xiang, and now, all her tactics revolve around how to defeat the battleship's propulsion system.

As for the losses of the bandits, apart from five armed merchant ships and one cruiser with a little minor damage, there were no losses at all.

In just ten minutes of fighting, the fat man learned a lot from Fang Xiang. These things. All are the most basic skills of a commander who graduated from a military academy. But the fat man has not studied systematically.

As a commander, any decision must be based on corresponding intelligence processing and situation judgment!

In large-scale battles, there are hundreds of staff officers to assist them, and there are commanders at all levels to conduct hierarchical command, and the supreme commander is relatively relaxed. What is really difficult is this kind of hard-fought skirmish! Race against time between the fast offense and defense, the staff officer can provide. There is only intelligence. All judgment and decision-making. It's all the Commander's brain, made in an instant!

In the case that the conditions of the mastered intelligence and deduction calculations are not superior to those of the opponent, or even less. How to make judgments, how to deploy troops, and how to carry out tactical actions are all solved by command science through command skills that have been tempered a thousand times. It is also something that ordinary commanders need to learn and cultivate for many years in military schools.

When these things, by a genius-level academy student like Fang Xiang, combined with her own understanding experience and the unique style formed over the years, were displayed one by one in front of the fat man, it was conceivable how much it touched the fat man.

It can be said that this battle is like a wake-up call. Reminds the fat man. It was like a key that opened a door in his mind. Russell's thousands of battle examples instilled in his mind, large and small, positive or strange, as if they had been plucked by something, began to tumble and condense.

The fat man's gaze left Fang Xiang and fell on the real-time battle report sent back by the reconnaissance ship hidden in the airspace of the oasis.

On the virtual screen of the command platform, the image of the video data in the battle report is a far more tragic scene than the main screen of the central console of the Holy Sword.

Every inch of cosmic space in the picture is filled with countless wrecks of all sizes. Large wreckage. Still burning in leaking oxygen. Those dense little wrecks float quietly in the universe. It's like someone on the water by the lake. Sprinkled with all kinds of garbage.

In the distance, two fleets, strangling each other.

Completely orthodox warship combat mode - battleship salvo fire as the main means of attack, high-speed destroyers and space fighters attack the main formation of the enemy fleet, close combat. Cruisers, on the other hand, carry out large-scale roundabout or penetrating cluster assaults.

The command skills of the commanders of the two sides were also brought into full play in this orthodox duel. Russell once said that the more this kind of front-to-head duel, the greater the test of the commander's command skills. They are all familiar ways, how to grasp the timing, how to invest troops, almost to the point where you can command with your eyes closed. This is true for oneself, and of course the other side is like this. In order to win, in addition to luck, combat effectiveness, morale and other factors, the most troublesome thing for the commander is to create and identify the traps in this head-to-head duel!

The more open and close, the more mysterious it is.

After only watching for a few minutes, the fat man had already seen Zhang Pengcheng and the opposing commander's several extremely subtle offensive and defensive transitions in the local area. The movements of both sides are very stealthy and extremely fast. Hiding from the sky and crossing the sea, striking the east and west, diverting the tiger from the mountain, closing the door and catching the thief is like two martial arts masters, and all kinds of moves emerge endlessly.

The fat man watched hungrily, comprehended, understood. From time to time, do quick synchronous deductions on the tactical computer.

Looking at it, the fat man suddenly realized that something was wrong. I have received the full support of so many friends, and I am really grateful. I'm stupid, I don't write well, and I don't have a lot of numbers. If it weren't for everyone's love, it would never have been possible to struggle until now. Regardless of the final place, I'm already happy. Actually, I'm a troublemaker.

Hehe, to be honest, the monthly pass, it's really motivating. I've always been in the top six of the sci-fi monthly ticket list, and it doesn't matter to me whether I get as much money as the total list. However, I enjoy the feeling, you know, the first thing I do when I wake up every day is to see how much the monthly pass has gone up.

Friends who have played games and used plug-ins to hang up, hehe, should be able to experience this joy or loss.

Next month, I'll work on it. I read the suggestions and opinions of book friends. I will pay special attention to the promotion of the plot and the proportion of the description. Thank you for your continued support.

In addition, I sincerely ask all book friends, after reading this chapter, to give me all your recommendation votes. It's been a long time since I've been on the front page. I want to go shopping.