Female president's private killer

Everyone can see that the war is bad.

Auburn is a famous marine after all, and his command is very smooth.

The mutual cooperation between the baisus drive and patrol clusters can be described as seamless. Each ring is tightly fastened together. It makes people feel entangled. Today's fierce army fleet is tied up, as if it is always slow.

Although the loss of the phantom fleet was not serious in the half-hour hanging battle, you know, this fleet is already the most elite fleet in China. Not to mention that the war damage ratio is higher than that of the bethus fleet, even if it is one for one, it is a failure.

This is obviously not a question of fleet combat effectiveness. The strange command, the result of the lack of trust and tacit understanding between the top and bottom, has been ripened by Auburn's strength and has bent its branches.

Of all the people, the most dissatisfied and anxious are the senior staff of the phantom army.

They were supposed to be the busiest group in the war. But now, they can only sit in their seats and stare at the computer in front of them.

Intelligence analysis, operational planning, formulation, deduction, and providing advice to commanders have nothing to do with them.

Although in Duan Tiandao's arrangement, each of them is responsible for the coordination of one or two warships. However, in this kind of Ship Division battle, they really have nothing to do. They can't rob the job of the sub fleet commander and give orders to the warship in charge, thus causing a fatal chaos?

"Let's fight like this?"

"This kind of battle should be commanded by chief Liang Gao!"

"I think we have been led by the nose by the bessus, and the officer should see it. However, I'm afraid no one can help it now. Chief Liang Gao is not good at hanging. "

"There are still some ways. Don't we have fighter clusters hidden in the obstacle area? As long as we shrink the front and let the fighter clusters attack, even if we can't fight, it's always no problem to go."

"Yes, lieutenant general Fang's hand is useless. When does he want to wait? Don't you want to wait for the bessus fighters to attack? "

Senior staff members muttered helplessly, staring at Skynet screen in a daze.

Suddenly, their eyes froze.

On the screen, three white suss sub fleets suddenly interspersed to the left at a high speed while bluffing and cooperating with other fleets to force the fierce army sub fleet.

What is this?

A colonel's staff suddenly stood up and pointed in horror to the right side of the screen.

That is not far from the obstacle area. The baisus battleship array, which has been implementing fire support to the theater, has moved to the right side of the Hummer battleship cluster under the protection of its drive and patrol cluster!

Seeing the scene in front of us, everyone turned their eyes to the central command console.

Auburn finally hit the send button on the tactical computer keyboard and sent a command to the whole fleet. He was relieved. When I touched the vest, my uniform was imperceptibly wet with cold sweat.

What's the name of the other party's commander?

This problem. It churned in O'Brien's mind, making him even fidgety.

Although in nearly an hour of fighting, the Dragon fleet has been pressing each other, Auburn knows that this is definitely a battle he will never forget.

The reason is not because the other commander has how terrible command skills and how fierce tactics. All the pressure comes from only one point. That's the crazy growth rate of the opposing commander.

If the overall situation had not been decided now, O'Brien was not even sure whether he could cope with the opponent's more and more sophisticated tactical use and command techniques!

O'nianen thought quietly.

At first, the unknown commander seemed to rely on his strong staff system to support his command. He commanded the fleet to constantly change routes, constantly cross cooperate, constantly set traps, look for gaps, interspersed with split bows. In this regard, he has basically understood the essence of strangulation tactics.

But he doesn't seem to have much experience. In terms of command skills, he is still a little immature.

Whenever his trap takes shape, or a fleet is about to complete a fatal interlude, he can always block or counterattack before him. This is one of them. In addition to their many years of experience playing a decisive role, what is more important is that their own fleet is far more familiar with this mode of operation than the other fleet, and their cooperation is more tacit.

But. As the battle went on, the other side seemed to be getting better.

His attack became more and more fierce and his reaction became faster and faster. He predicted and jumped out before he completed several coordination routines under his command of the fleet. Even when he commanded two sub fleets and tried to eat one of his sub fleets by time difference, he was almost surrounded by his four sub fleets.

At that time, he could not even see how his four sub fleets got rid of the entanglement of his fleet one after another.

But now it's all over.

Waiting for this talented Chinese commander is a ruthless kill. Because he doesn't understand. When a python catches its prey, winding and hanging is just a means to complete the final phagocytosis.

The real strangulation tactics must be based on the buried kill!

His own death was ambushed at the beginning.

At that time, there were two sub fleets on the other side's left wing. One rushed too fast and the other followed too slowly. This creates a wonderful gap.

When the lightning Falcon sub fleet goes straight into this gap, in order to prevent the front fleet from being bitten by the tail, he can only speed up the front fleet and fight with the rear fleet.

thus. The fleet that rushed too fast was entangled into the left-wing battle group by itself, which could not make him form enough heavy troops in the area near the main array on the left wing. The fleet that followed too slowly was forced to fight the lightning Falcon Fleet, making it impossible for him to expand the defense area.

Not far from the main array, oppressing him with a sub fleet is like burying a chess piece.

This chess piece becomes a time bomb when it forces the battle group to constantly shift to the left through the strangulation in the middle, and uses the main array to swim close enough to the right side of his main array!

Now, their battleship main array is on the other side's right wing, while the left wing, three drive and patrol fleets, are moving forward at high speed.

It was an open area.

It's like a team where the other striker is pressed in the restricted area. They can only watch the other defender rush directly from a distance.

One left and one right.

At such a distance, it is the last kill.

The fighters that had not been released because they were too far away had already been assembled on standby and could be released in a few minutes.

Now, it's time.

"God said. I give you body to keep clean. Give you food and cherish it. To give you light, always wash your heart, be grateful, and make others as pious as you. "

Auburn opened the Scriptures and began to pray.

There was a dead silence on the command platform.

The generals clenched their fists and looked straight at the Skynet screen.

Three miles to the right of the main array, the main array of the baisus battleship is about to enter the attack position, and six aircraft carriers are slowly releasing their fighters. Two nautical miles behind them, the dust and sea fog in the obstacle area was like a white cloud in the sky.

"What are we waiting for?" Carl's voice trembled.

A signal, across the sea.

"Guys! It's our turn! See their ass? That's our goal! " A strange scream came from the communication channel.

After a burst of loud cheers, a Chinese fighter took the lead in shooting out of the white obstacle area.

The lone fighter rolled in the air.

Behind him. Countless fighters, like thousands of lightning breaking the sea, broke through the clouds.

Auburn's prayers stopped suddenly.

He stood dejected in front of the wide semicircular console in the command seat.

In my ear, a shrill alarm came out from nowhere, from a thin sob to a creepy scream.

Immediately, the radar, energy scanner, fleet coordination system, damage control system and other electronic instruments on the Skynet console sent out a noisy electronic warning sound at the same time.

In this maddening noise, the command room suddenly lit up.

The electronic lights all over the ceiling were eclipsed by the burst of light. It was a flash of lightning that cut through the space and cut everyone's retina.

A whole warship was shrouded in shelling.

The huge body of the supreme glory aircraft carrier was shaking violently. Like a small boat rolling on the top of a huge wave.

The white light of the explosion rose one after another on the ship, like a pond under the storm, trembling and rippling layer by layer. The warship's wings, shell armor and peripheral instruments were broken and scattered in the gunfire.

The crew were thrown up and crashed into the aisle wall, Skynet console, or turned over the railing. There were endless screams.

O'Brien tried his best to stabilize his figure and subconsciously looked out of the window of the ship in front of the left of the command room.

A Chinese fighter rolled past his eyes, turned an S-shaped arc in the sea and bit a white suss fighter that had no time to improve its speed.

Dozens of machine guns swept through, and the baisus fighter turned into a burst spark in the sea.

The spark hurt Auburn's eyes.

While the light dissipated, he saw thousands of Chinese fighters, like countless moths, rushing into his bedroom window. They are in high-speed serial channels between warships, rolling, or bating, pulling out a dazzling flight path.

The fleet's dense air-to-air gunfire was dancing with them rather than driving them away.

Whenever they pass by a warship, a series of explosion lights can't wait to jump from the warship's body, like the flame elves chasing behind them. In an instant, they jump out of the distance and return to silence.

The neat battleship main array has been in a mess. One warship was paralyzed and disintegrated in the violent explosion.

Some out of control warships came sideways and slowly collided with nearby friendly ships. Others tumbled and separated from one side of the array group, and soon fell far behind. They were lonely and helpless and suffered the repeated destruction of countless Chinese fighters.

The blood color quickly faded from his face and lips, and O'Brien's face was frighteningly pale.

"General!" Cried Yamamoto.

"Keep the formation stable." Auburn said slowly, "the battleship changes the circular defense array and guards the Mothership in the middle. Open all ejection channels and accelerate the release of the fighter. Order the lightning Falcon unit, the black winged Kite unit, the black shouldered kite unit and the gray song Eagle unit to give up their entanglement, speed up and forcibly attack the flank of the main array of the enemy battleship. "

"We still have a chance!" O'Brien turned and looked at Yamamoto, who was like a lost soul, and said word by word: "in addition, send a communication signal to the other party. I want to know who he is!"

"The enemy is accelerating the release of fighters." Huang Xiaolei looked at Duan Tiandao with a clear spring like eye, with a ray of love and pride.

"They have six motherships, and we only have three..." Duan Tiandao stared at the tactical computer and made a quick deduction in his hand. "In theory, even if they lose 60% of their fighters in the release process, they can force our fighter clusters to give up the attack on their warships. But... "

"But now that we have seen it, they have no chance. The problem now is. " Duan Tiandao raised his head, put his back on the chair and looked up at Skynet's main screen: "should we go left... Or right?"

Left or right?

The hearts of the generals on the podium jumped violently.

The situation can not be clearer until now.

As early as when the fleet passed the obstacle area, Duan Tiandao had ordered the release of the fighters. The dense sea fog gave these fighters a natural hiding belt.

Since then, whether it was a missile attack or a fleet strangulation, the main array of Hummer warships did not leave the obstacle area for more than eight nautical miles. It has always been in a corner with the ambush fighter clusters.

This card was beyond Auburn's imagination.