From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 219 I, Amber, will become a fisherman today
"Amber, they're fighting."

Randall connected to Gnaku's video communication, and then looked speechlessly at the Atlas boss who was putting on the heavy hydraulic anti-gravity suit.

In the background of the video, Amber's very eye-catching red special machine is parked on the maintenance rack.

Many members of the maintenance team were floating around the machine body with various instruments and pipelines, doing final preparation work.

This machine was enlarged by one size and directly broke through the ten-meter level. It was completely modified to the point that even the original designer could not recognize it when he arrived at the scene. It was the latest achievement of the HCP maintenance team.

Amber has always felt that the skeleton of the Fanatic series is too classic, and its previous life has been well received by players. It is a model with great potential for transformation.

Therefore, he did not replace other aircraft for the time being. Instead, he asked the maintenance team to deeply modify the aircraft according to his own combat style and habits.

Thanks to the acquisition of the Trident Studio team, their skilled workers and various processing equipment helped a lot in the transformation.
"I know that the atmosphere has been set up for them, and there will definitely be a fight."

Amber clicked a lock on the hydraulic anti-gravity suit, then looked at the screen and continued:

"Let's not rush into action, be patient and wait for a suitable opportunity before we try to 'break up the fight'."

At this distance, nanotube lines for wired communication are connected between every two battleships.

"Thank you for your compliment. But Boss, do you really want me to be the commander of the fleet? In fact, I have always believed that your command ability is definitely better than mine."

"Go, go! Just let this go and be the shopkeeper every day, and you know how to go out! If something goes wrong with you on the battlefield, what will happen to the hundreds of people in Atlas?"

"Boss, senior, the pre-war inspection of the entire fleet has been completed. The preparations for the five battleships are all normal."

The pre-war inspection that Cliffs mentioned refers to the work in which he puts on a virtual device and conducts inspections and inspections of all ships in the fleet in the virtual space.

His behavior of praising his subordinates when everything was fine made Cliffs still a little uncomfortable with it.

"You should just be the commander of this fleet. Your boss has never been content in the captain's seat. He likes to drive out in HCP to kill people."

"Hey, Randall, you're such a crow. A fight is about to start, can't you say something nice?"

"The one who knows me is Randall~"

"Forget it, I won't tell you so much anymore." Amber ignored Randall's 'international friendly' gesture and looked at Cliffs.

Whether in the federal navy or Mary Bay Industry, he had never seen a superior with such a character.

Cliffs looked helplessly at his boss and senior who were starting to hurt each other across the screen. He had expected many scenarios before, but he just didn't expect to see such a scene.

It also saves him the trouble of boarding a transport boat and running between battleships.

This allows efficient communication while maintaining radio silence.

"Very good. It was the wisest decision I made to keep you professionals here."

It's Cliffs, the new captain of the Hermes.

Randall nodded, and just as he was about to 'righteously scold' Amber for preparing to lead the team out again, he saw another big head appear in the communication interface.

Atlas's fleet is currently hiding near an asteroid, forming an extremely dense formation with less than one kilometer between each warship.

Amber praised both the other party and herself smoothly.

"Of course I know this. We only have these five destroyers. If we rush over now, we will get killed."

Cliffs asked this question that he had been holding back for a long time, and then heard his senior answer quickly:

"Cliffs, I will leave the fleet command to you. You can feel free and bold to command according to your ideas. Although Randall is not very reliable, I still believe in his vision."

"Um, Boss!"

While Atlas's fleet was preparing for the next raid, the exchange of fire between the combined fleet and the Timler family fleet also entered a fierce stage from the firing of the first shot.

Although both the Federation and the Star Dragon Empire have relaxed the purchase permission for warships and heavy particle cannons, charged particle cannons and other weapons for the private sector. This allows many civilian forces to assemble a fleet with basic space warfare capabilities.

However, for some special warships and weapons, the government still does not open procurement licenses to the private sector.

Thermonuclear weapons are one of them.

Although placed in space, the power of thermonuclear weapons is somewhat insufficient.

But placed in the atmosphere, this thing is still a serious 'weapon of mass destruction'.

Moreover, with current human technology, miniaturized thermonuclear weapons can already be made so small that a single person can carry a small-yield nuclear bomb.

If someone takes this thing and detonates it in a city on a colonial planet, it will still make headlines.

Based on this, civilian forces still cannot legally possess thermonuclear weapons.

This also leads to the fact that privately armed fleets are not able to equip ships with "defensive tactical hydrogen bombs" like the regular army.

Therefore, it is impossible to use the high-temperature plasma fireball generated by the explosion of thermonuclear weapons to intercept the opponent's physical artillery shells during combat.

It is even more impossible to use the electric field generated within the range after the explosion and filled with elementary particles to interfere with the attacks of charged weapons such as charged particle cannons or heavy particle cannons.

In this context, the fleet battle between civilian forces is more simple and crude, it is a head-to-head confrontation.

Rather than saying it is a battle, it is better to say it is a simple mathematical problem about the total power.

Whoever can occupy more power at a certain moment can gain an advantage at this moment.

Then accumulate these advantages bit by bit to achieve the final victory.

It was precisely because both warring parties discovered that the other party did not use the 'defensive tactical hydrogen bomb' commonly used by regular armies that they finally confirmed that the other party was not a regular army.

Since they are all civilian armed forces, there is nothing more to say, just do it and be done with it.

At present, the two fleets danced a waltz at a distance of about 8000 kilometers in the asteroid dense area.

The 'white line' that flashes between the two sides from time to time is a symbol of the firing of the battleship's main gun.

Compared with the operation of 'drawing a circle' in the open universe, it is much more difficult to do so in a dense area of ​​​​asteroids.

Because the commanders of both sides must not only pay attention to each other's position, but also constantly direct the fleet to avoid those huge asteroids or ice blocks with a relative speed of 10-20 kilometers per second.

Humanity's giant steel ships are still a bit unsatisfactory in front of these 'gadgets' with a mass of hundreds of millions of tons at least.

What's even worse is that because the area is covered with denser gravel, these warships do not dare to open the array of heat sinks arranged on the sides as usual.

Although the hull can ignore the impact of high-speed flying gravel, the heat sink cannot withstand it.

In addition to the liquid nitrogen cooling layer and blackbody layer arranged under the battleship's armor plate, the expandable heat sink is also one of the most important heat dissipation devices on the ship.

Therefore, under the current situation where the heat sink is not dared to be opened, the heat dissipation pressure of the battleship suddenly increases.

The most intuitive result is that the firing frequency of the main guns of the warships on both sides has dropped significantly compared with usual.

The asteroids that block the rays from time to time, as well as the constantly changing relative speed and angular velocity, originally made the shooting accuracy of the warships on both sides a bit ugly at a distance of 8000 kilometers.

The reduction in shooting frequency amplifies this problem again.

The shipboard control personalities on all battleships are already under high computing load at this time.

Because in addition to calculating a large number of parameters to assist the gunner in shooting based on the data returned by the battleship's sensors, they also need to coordinate and control the operation of the entire ship's subsystems.

If the commanders on both sides do not come up with a solution, the battle will turn into a long and boring low-precision shooting exchange.

(End of this chapter)