Female president's private killer

These two words are the curse of life!

The attack of the fierce army fleet, which has been gathering for a long time, is out of control! The raging torrent of gunfire quickly cut through the void and plunged into the tail of the SUS fleet! One after another, the light exploded and shone in the sea.

The speed had dropped to five kilometers per second, and the desus transport fleet suffered a near devastating blow in an instant.

One cruiser and one destroyer were directly destroyed, and three cruisers, seven destroyers and two transport ships were scarred.

"Enemy attack!"

The sharp alarm and the shrill cry of the observer suddenly sounded at the moment when the ship was hit by gunfire.

White light streaked across the porthole of the warship. Warships, breaking and tumbling in the sea outside the window.

Countless vertical and horizontal shock waves, shaking and tearing warships, the huge battleship typhoon, are like a small sampan that will be overturned by waves at any time in this energy storm!

"What's going on?"

Bode stumbled and grabbed a staff officer by the collar: "how did the enemy appear, how did they appear?"

In bode's roar. The unlucky staff officer's eyes were frightened. He opened his mouth wide and shook his head desperately.

He didn't know where the enemy who launched the attack came from. Not only he doesn't know, the whole fleet, no one knows. Not to mention that people don't know, even the warship's radar, scanner and telephoto don't know!

Except that at the moment of the enemy's attack, the energy statistics line on the energy detector screen was quickly raised for a moment, from beginning to end, this was a sneak attack without any warning.

Without any omen, the fact that it completely violated the military teaching materials was enough to turn the staff officer into a puppet shaking back and forth in bode's hand.

"Beep, beep, beep!"

The warship's central control computer is sounding a harsh alarm.

"Area 11 at the stern was hit!"

"Port area 5 hit! The power drops by 35 percent! "

"The fourth corridor is on fire and closed!"

The computer's dry, emotionless electronic sound keeps ringing and reporting several different situations at the same time. It was as if several multiple births with exactly the same voice were arguing fiercely.

With a sudden push away the staff officer in his hand, Bode quickly checked the information on the central console.

Nineteen!

Nineteen light spots, on the radar!

The picture taken by the shaking optical telephoto lens shows that two of them are battleships, three are cruisers, and the rest are armed merchant ships!

How can they appear behind them silently, and how can their firepower be so strong?

These questions kept circling in bode's mind. However, no matter how confused and curious, at the moment, he couldn't care.

The enemy must not be allowed to continue the second volley behind!

"Free evasion!" Bode grabbed the communicator and smashed the fleet communication button with his fist: "the transport ship continues to move forward! All the warships in the front of the escort fleet immediately accelerate forward and turn left and right in a sheep horn. Don't stop and turn at the tail array. Rush forward for me. Free to change direction and tear apart the enemy's salvo angle! "

"Boom!" There was another violent explosion, and the Victoria was shaking violently.

It was a cruiser close to the Victoria, trying to turn in a panic and being destroyed by heavy gunfire. The explosion of the warship caused its tail to collide with the starboard side of the Victoria.

"Don't turn around! Speed up! " Bode roared at the top of his lungs.

"It's too late." Avrola stared at the tactical computer with her white fingers and gently hooked it on the screen.

As if sensing the movement of her fingers, two cruisers and eight armed merchant ships, which were hidden in front of the SUS fleet, floated out of the void.

At the same time, the 19 Humvee warships that completed the first wave of salvo have completed acceleration and severely crashed into the scattered formation of the SUS transport fleet!

Duan Tiandao looked at the computer and the meat on his face was pumping.

Everything is the same as the time on the avrola tactical computer!

Exactly. What does that mean?

Duan Tiandao is unbelievable. In the personal rehearsal confrontation, aphrola, who has been abused by herself for dozens of times, can control the complex and changeable tactical actions of combat units so accurately?

The warship suddenly stopped and trembled sharply. The bow collision of the high-speed charging Shengjian was like a sharp axe, cutting the waist of a sus destroyer into two sections. At the same time, the sister ship Shengguang of Shengjian and several other cruisers also hit their chosen targets one after another.

The five impacted suss warships were as pitiful and helpless as antelopes bitten by wolves on the Savannah. The original majestic and solid ship body was distorted and deformed silently in the cool and dark sea. Under the hard collision angle, it broke the external armor, the hull of the ship, the lights in the porthole, and the resistance of the SUS fleet.

The Humvee warship, in three ways, crashed into the main array of the SUS fleet. With the command of avrola, warships were interspersed at high speed and quickly cut off the SUS fleet.

Looking at the cutting lines accurate to the poles, Duan Tiandao had to admit in frustration that he took advantage of the previous personal deduction confrontation.

After all, avrola is a talented commander who has experienced years of strict military cultivation. In this kind of actual combat that tests the commander's command skills, if he can only play with 69 known intelligence conditions, I'm afraid that with this tactical connection, avrola can kill himself, a general who almost only relies on personal force!

Avrola is so powerful. To what extent have those famous generals who are almost inhuman in legend been powerful?

How many chances do you have not to make mistakes when you fight these lunatics? How much technology and combat effectiveness do they have ahead of them?

If the enemy's warships are more powerful, if the fierce army led by him is facing a generation of famous generals... How many chances do you have to win?

Duan Tiandao felt flustered, short of breath and itchy all over. His ass was like being bitten by mosquitoes. He couldn't sit still.

He has been very strong and learned countless things, but he hates less when books are used. What he needs to learn seems to become a lot at once.

On the command platform Tianwang, the fierce army fleet has changed into a fish scale hanging formation. The fierce warships are interspersed and divided back and forth, like a group of frenzied piranhas in a fish tank.

"Protect the transport ship!" Bode gave the order in a hurry, and his face was dripping with sweat: "ask A1 fleet for help immediately! Come on! "

The correspondent pounded on the keyboard. Over and over again to the vast sea, sending a distress signal.

"Where did this fleet come from?" A sous staff officer looked desperately at the screen on the main screen and asked questions.

No one answered him.

The tattered fleet, which seemed to jump to the side from hell, had broken the nerves of every Susi with their horns.

In this world, when sea ships fight, do they drive at full horsepower, sprint hundreds of nautical miles and hit them with collision angles?

What a funny tactic, what a cruel picture!

"Close, close!" Bode's voice was hoarse. Speak very fast. He grabbed the messenger. Staring at the screen, he shouted, "the Heavenly King Star, move closer to the center. The tail array shrinks and stops them! "

As a qualified commander, Bode does not lack experience and military accomplishment. Despite the unimaginable attacks, he tried his best to keep calm and look for the loopholes of his opponents in all systems of Skynet.

Now, he sees one.

As long as the cruiser tianwangxing can cross the center from its current position, it can block the main enemy ship that has been biting the central brigade. It only takes a short time for the central fleet to accelerate forward, make long-distance rotation, and take the form of horns to cover the transport fleet!

Everyone's eyes are fixed on the Uranus cruiser.

Looking at Uranus sliding rapidly to the designated position, some combat staff members who did synchronous exercises couldn't help showing a trace of joy on their faces. A few staff officers even couldn't help crying out!

However, the cry was stuck in his throat.

In bode's roar, they watched the turn of the cruiser King Star, and saw a broken cruiser that had already adjusted its course. With faster speed, they smashed the king star like a beautiful streamlined tail with thrusters!

Then, the tattered cruiser pushed the wreckage of Uranus away, squeezed into the gap in the Middle Road, fired artillery on both sides and strafed all the way. Cut the two destroyers that had just tried to get close to each other again.

The time and route are well mastered by this broken cruiser!

Bode's tactical intention, like all the tactical instructions issued before, once again came to naught and burst.

The staff members sighed deeply and felt despair from the bottom of their hearts.

The other commander didn't give bode a chance.

The war situation, under the man's precise control, continued to gallop along the track he designated.

From the first volley of the enemy fleet's ambush, to the full penetration of the fleet into its own fleet, to the grasp of the timing of the second wave of ambush, to the walking position in the rear strangulation, the fire suppression position, and the penetration line, it seems that every warship moves and shoots.

They all turned into wisps of rhythm, tightly attached to the baton of the opposing commander.

No matter how the formation and tactics of our own fleet change, this wisp of magic sound is always tightly intertwined in this open sea area, seamlessly holding and moving like clouds and water.

In front of us, whose fleet is it? Who is their commander?

Bode's mind was blank.

This fleet, like a ghost, has rhinoceros like horns! Their commander. The command technique was sharp and sophisticated. From beginning to end, they firmly grasped the first-hand advantage of the raid. Press the transport fleet!

Bode anxiously looked for the flaws of his opponent on the command computer.

But it's no use!

The opponent has been completely hanged into the SUS fleet. Their position. Cooperation has brought their firepower advantages into full play. All the desus warships are being passively beaten! All running away in chaos!

The two wings have been unable to expand. Under the suppression of the enemy fleet's firepower, the turning of the sheep horn is just an empty word. Central clusters can not break through.

The enemy warships on the opposite side have been compressing the movement range of the transport ship, squeezing the whole sus fleet in the middle!

Suddenly, a white light penetrated dozens of portholes in the warship control room and illuminated the whole control room white and bright.

Bode couldn't help covering his face with his arm and closing his eyes. It was dark in front of him. When he opened his eyes again, there was a red and green light floating on his eye mask.

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