Counterfeit Hero

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Oasis airspace. Far away, the Yanhu Nebula is wrapped in countless asteroids, surrounding this empty space.

In the light refracted by the nebula, the huge ship of the Sousse A1 fleet [Admiral Jankovic] class space carrier [Battle of Dawn] has sixty huge steering thrusters, slowly turning the jet forward, With the spitting of blue light, the mother ship retreated to the rear of the main formation under the guard of two [Typhoon] class battleships.

Dozens of battleships and cruisers on both wings crossed the side of the mother ship like a storm, and slid forward. Innumerable energy cannon light clusters and successive explosion flashes blazed in front of the main array less than three hundred kilometers away from the mother ship.

"A2 Fleet, the action is too slow."

Lieutenant General Suss Brownridge, wearing an iron-grey uniform, stood quietly by the porthole, looking at the [Sword of Imperial Power] space fighter outside the window, with exhaustion and scars all over him The center of the shooting battlefield flew back, circling and dancing, waiting for the mothership's acceptance.

Beside him, Maj. Mae, former deputy commander of the fleet, muttered angrily. It seems more and more anxious.

Brunridge glanced at his partner lightly without saying a word. The major general Maeda, who had just taken office in the A1 fleet, was the leader of the younger generation of Sousse. The ability is good, even if he is too young and full of temperament, he is also a little irritable. Looking at the Chachner fleet that had been passively beaten, he had gradually gained the upper hand, and he was obviously anxious.

Brunridge lit the black jade pipe in his hand, letting green smoke cover his face. In this situation, in fact, he already had ideological preparations. This is not the first time he has played against the Chakner. In Rescue, the A1 fleet met the Chuckner fleet several times in space.

Four wins and two losses, this record seems to have the absolute upper hand, but Brun Ritch knows that it was achieved when Chakner took the initiative to retreat. Four victories did not please him, but those two defeats made him bitter again and again.

Unbeatable Chakner! This sentence is widely circulated in human society. This sentence also suppressed Sousse for three thousand years!

In this universe where the waterway is king, Chuckner occupies the most critical interstellar arteries between the east, southeast and central constellations of human interstellar planes! Seeing them screaming for wind and rain, Suss was firmly suppressed in the eastern star field, unable to move! This feeling of suffocation is embedded in the hearts of generations of Suss and continues to take root.

Today, it is the common wish of all Sossians to break through the prison cage and completely defeat this neighboring country as the cornerstone of their rise! This desire is so strong, so unstoppable. In order to realize this desire, no matter whether it is a Sus soldier or a Sus royal family and civilians, they will not hesitate to pay any price!

But ... only those who have actually played against Chakner can know the true meaning of the unbreakable Chakner!

Not to mention those two defeats, it is enough to say that today the Chuckner Fleet, after undergoing a major unprepared blow, can react quickly, launching an offensive desperately, and beating the A1 Fleet so embarrassedly enough. The human body realizes the kind of terrifying power that the Chakna can explode in the desperate situation.

Fortunately, they can only break out in desperation!

Brownridge thought lightly that the best way to deal with this country is to boil the frog in warm water. With weaknesses, they are not invincible.

"How come you haven't come yet?" Maeda Maeda, who is of strong figure and handsome, who is completely an idol star, seems to be unable to control his emotions. In front of him, the Sousse Fleet had just lost another destroyer.

Obviously, the newly appointed deputy commander has some concerns. In the Sousse fleet, there is such a tradition. A newly-appointed officer, after undergoing the first battle of the troops, is often subordinated to link the victory and defeat of the battle with his luck. If he wins, he will be respected and obeyed, and he will lose. I am afraid that the days in this army will not be very good. Although it is very idealistic, and even ridiculous, this is, after all, a deeply rooted tradition of the Soviet soldiers!

Brunridge smiled faintly. Wasn't that the case? !

"Relax, Maj. Maeda." Brunridge extinguished the pipe in his hand, signed the real-time combat plan handed over by a staff member, returned the folder to the staff, and patted Maeda Yota's shoulder: "This Chuckner fleet is already a turtle in the urn, and it can't turn over the waves! According to this style of play, we can stick to it for at least four hours. The A2 fleet should have entered the transition channel already, is it, four hours , Is it not enough for them to complete the jump? "

"Yes, Lieutenant General." Maeda Yang took a deep breath and said aloud: "I am too impetuous!"

"Is it because of the tradition of the first battle?" Brunridge said with a smile: "Although the fleet has suffered a lot of losses, but in this matter, I can congratulate you in advance."

After being said to have been thinking about it, Maeda Yang was a little embarrassed and defended: "I think that our army has reached the tactical requirements to attract the Chuckner fleet firmly. At this time, as soon as the A2 fleet appears, it is The overall situation is certain. The loss of our ships will be much smaller. It is the elite of His Majesty the Emperor Su, because of this reason, it is really shameful to be here in plain sight. Moreover, it is inevitable that my fleet will maintain such a posture for a long time. Will cause the enemy to be alert, night long dreams ............ "

"It would be a bit difficult to see through it," Brunridge said. "From the perspective of intelligence and combat style, the other party's commander should be Admiral Zhang Pengcheng. I tried my best to confront him with partial offense and defense. Frequent exchanges. Although it can cover up for a while, this kind of play, after all, is a disadvantage of the number advantage. After a long time, with the eyesight of Admiral Zhang Pengcheng, he will not see it .... .. "

Brunridge raised his eyebrows gently: "If you are Zhang Pengcheng, even if you can see it, what can you do?"

Mae Tianyang had thought about this question for a long time. At this time, Brunridge asked, thinking for a moment, and finally shook his head, saying: "It is already a war situation. The two sides strangled together. Turning back and retreating is tantamount to death. This is a dead end. The general can be said to have no way out. "

"It's not me!" Brunridge waved his hand. "The battle plan was prepared by Admiral Gershkov. It had been drawn up long before the transport fleet started. The AR-1861 galaxy was just one of them. In me It seems that the battle plans of several other galaxies are stricter and more powerful. I am just a loyal executor. "

"So, in your opinion, is there any loophole in this plan?" Seeing Brunridge stepped forward and wanted to walk to the central podium, Maeda Yang too quickly followed.

Brunridge walked up to the podium in silence, holding the semi-circular railing to the front of the hall of the command room under the platform. The huge skynet center console main screen said: "Any battle plan is not It may be invincible. However, the two armies do not need to be invincible, they just need to be smarter than you. "

He turned to look at Maeda Yota, with a confident smile on his face: "In my opinion, the Chuckner Fleet is in danger!"

Maeda Yang turned his wrist and looked at the time. He smiled with Brunridge.

Wait a maximum of another twenty minutes, the A2 fleet should be here.

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"The left rudder is 1,200 ticks and the target tail is locked!"

"The lock is complete!"

"The main gun is fully charged!"

"fire!"

With a white light flashing from the main gun of the battleship "Holy Sword", just like the God's punishment, the white light accurately hit the tail of the [Typhoon] class battleship of the Sousse Transport Fleet.

The energy shield of the Sousse battleship that is fighting with the Holy Light has long been red light strobe. After being hit by this main gun, it suddenly collapsed and disappeared completely after only two flashes. The rear wing of the battleship was hit by a beam of light that penetrated the energy shield, and turned into scattered fragments of size. The thruster was full of holes, and the jets of ionized streamer were struggling with two breaths, and there was no more movement.

The bandit army's attack on the Sousse Transport Fleet has entered the final stage.

In addition to the two enemy ships still trying to escape. The rest is either destroyed or lost momentum and floats in the universe. The "Battle Sword" space version of the Mech Squad configured by the bandits is now like a bee, densely crawling on these enemy ships that have lost their resistance.

Fang Xiang, who was idle, let out a soft breath. The whole person, like a sharp iceberg, melted in the sun and looked tired, like a white-collar lady who just finished working overtime in the office.

"What's the matter?" Fang Xiang turned his head strangely and turned to see the stunned fat man next to the computer: "What is this?"

"Here ... it should be the transition coordinates of another Sousse Fleet ..." The fat man sighed, pointing at the interstellar map: "Fight back and forth, if you command Chuck Na Fleet, what would you do? "

"If you forcefully retreat ... the loss will exceed 90%!" Fang Xiang has understood the problem of the battle situation, and looks solemnly: "If it is my command, I will choose to fight!"

"If you follow this combat strategy, I will perform the deduction, and you will command ..." The Fatty called up an operational plan and deduction, and asked, "How many warships can be retained?"

Fang Xiang looked at the plan and couldn't help but show a smile. This kind of rogue play, she has been taught many times in personal deduction confrontation. If there is a fat man sitting next to the exercise and planning, he will direct the connection himself. I am afraid that the commander of the Suss fleet will have a headache.

"Thirty percent!" Fang Xiang gave the answer.

"If ..." The fat man tricks in general, and comes up with an auxiliary plan: "How much can we ......... can we save?"

Fang Xiang looked at the plan carefully and looked back at the fat man.

"You are so cruel!"

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