A month later, the edge of the solar system.

The coalition fleet flew to the coordinates of the mission, and after confirming that the coordinates were correct, nearly thirty warships were disbanded on the spot and dispersed to multiple nodes within one light second.

After the more than 3,000 fighters broke away from the battleship, they immediately concentrated in the rear of the battleship, flew a certain distance and moved the fighters.

The fighter plane flew away, leaving behind small objects between half a meter and one meter in diameter, which appeared to be the ubiquitous asteroids in the galaxy.

The battleship was constantly shifting positions, and the group of fighters was always hanging directly behind the battleship.

He Jun glanced at the fighter plane that was busy laying mines on the screen, and sighed helplessly.

The carrier-based aircraft of the coalition forces have two different modes of operation, one is the normal mode using the engine, and the other is the stealth mode using compressed air propulsion.

Stealth mode can't hide fighters, but without turning on the engine, there is no hot tail flame that can easily expose tracks, and with warships covering the fleet, the fleet has minimized the chance of minelaying operations being detected.

Laying mines in this way is also a last resort.

Space is not the ground, and the combat distance ranges from thousands of kilometers to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

The most obvious example is radar, which is the target reflection electromagnetic wave positioning, if the combat distance is one light second, it takes two seconds for the radar to locate the target.

Two seconds is indeed not a long time, but for a warship that can easily travel thousands of kilometers in a second, it can fly three or five kilometers in a hundredth of a second.

The distance of three or five kilometers is very short, but it is enough to evade the enemy's firepower, if the ground war is a race against every second, then the space war is a matter of milliseconds!

In this case. The most effective way of observation is no longer radar, but traditional optical means, although technically it is no longer the same, but this method is not fundamentally different from the era of sail warships, taking a telescope to observe the position of enemy ships.

What's even more speechless is. The unobstructed view of space is a true vision of thousands of miles, as long as the equipped telescope is strong enough, there is no problem in seeing images hundreds of light years away.

Don't look at the fact that the Alliance fleet has just arrived in the mission airspace, in fact, more than a week ago, the fleet has determined the traces of the Ghost Star Fleet through high-powered telescopes, and the flagship believes that the Ghost Star people have also found the traces of the Alliance Fleet.

No matter what the alliance fleet moves, it can be seen by the ghost stars, how can it hide from the ghost stars if they don't take a little means?

The result is a significant limitation of the efficiency of mine-laying. It took a busy day for the coalition fleet to complete all the air mines disguised as asteroids.

The fleet lined up in front of the minefield, quietly waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

On the bridge of the Daqin, He Jun twisted his neck uncomfortably: "Why did we run to the front of the minefield?" ”

Yi Qi raised his eyebrows: "Then where should we be?" ”

"Didn't you retreat behind a minefield?" He Jun said suspiciously.

"Who said that?" Smith chuckled, "Did you become Bray because of your plan?" Wrong, the fleet had this plan in the first place, you are just a blind cat touching a dead mouse, and you hit the right one. ”

He Jun's cheeks twitched very covertly. He didn't have a good impression of Smith, but the two of them never tore their faces. The apparent harmony must be maintained.

"I'm not talking about that." He Jun said, "This place is not covered and blocked, let's retreat behind the minefield and wait for the ghost stars to crash into the minefield, isn't it?" ”

Yi Qi sighed: "The ghost star people are fine, even if they don't find any abnormalities, they are likely to bypass this airspace." ”

He Jun snorted: "Is this going to fight and then retreat into the minefield?" ”

"Yes." Yi Qi's face remained unchanged. The tone was a little low, "Space war, to put it bluntly, is a classical war. ”

Classical warfare is within the space-time alliance, specifically referring to the combat mode in which the two sides lay out their chariots and horses and fight in array.

For humans. It is a wise saying that soldiers do not get tired of deceit, but the environment in space warfare is special, and if you regard the battleship as a soldier in the military formation, it is really not much different from the ancient military formation.

"Humph!" Dongfang Yu snorted heavily.

Although he didn't say a word, it was obvious that he was reminding everyone of what kind of battle plan he had proposed.

He Jun sighed: "What the hell is this!" "The space battles in sci-fi blockbusters are dizzying, but being there is nothing like that at all, making him feel like he has been deceived by someone.

Three days later, in the early morning, the alliance fleet sounded the battle alarm, and He Jun took the last bite of breakfast into his mouth and rushed to the bridge as if flying.

On the main screen of the bridge, a picture from the flagship is displayed, and eight triangular battleships are lined up.

He Jun really wanted to use menacing or other derogatory adjectives to describe the Ghost Star Fleet, but the enemy forces silently sailing in the universe seemed to be still on the screen, and there was no momentum at all.

"The flagship reported that the estimated time of engagement with the enemy is one hour, and the acceleration will be five seconds later." The communications officer said in a solemn voice.

"Ready to accelerate." Yi Qi said expressionlessly.

After the five-second countdown, the thrusters of the Great Qin were running at full power, and the huge battleship shook slightly and slowly accelerated forward.

The other warships in the fleet also accelerated at the same time, and the formation remained the same.

After five minutes, the estimated engagement time was reduced to twenty-seven minutes, and after another two minutes, it was reduced again to seven minutes.

At this time, the Daqin received an order for the carrier-based aircraft to sail, and more than 100 fighters popped out of the battleship like a blowout, and gathered near the battleship to escort the ship in the shortest possible time.

The eight warships of the Ghost Star are also unambiguous, and the top corners of each ship are detached layer by layer, guarding near the hexagonal body.

"One-minute countdown!"

He Jun's heart suddenly lifted.

The eight triangular battleships on the screen suddenly split into two and divided into two four-ship formations.

He Jun saw that the ancient lizard fleet painted with the dinosaur's head suddenly separated from the main fleet, and went straight to one of the fleets.

"Thirty-second countdown, flagship command, long-range missile one base!"

Yi Qi confirmed the order, and the fire control officer immediately carried it out.

The aviation guarding the coalition battleship suddenly accelerated away from the battleship, and the group of fighters had just avoided it, and the battleship's sides violently spewed out a huge fan of missiles, as if the battleship was equipped with a pair of wings that were constantly extended.

He Jun had seen the same scene during the Battle of Eris, but how could the wings formed by a battleship firing missiles be compared with the spectacular firing of more than a dozen warships?

Not to be outdone, the Ghost Star Fleet suddenly flashed a dense beam of light, and the missiles and beams intertwined, suddenly bursting out with a blazing white light. (To be continued.) )

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