Start a Base

On the radar of the guards, they are constantly monitoring the movements of the Central Alliance forces.

After discovering that they had made a comeback again, they immediately notified the commander to be in place.

A mecha squad leader of the Seventh Army, sitting in the corner area of ​​the command center, was a little uncomfortable.

This is a command position specially planned for the Southern Ocean Battlefield. The team leader came to the military center of the empire for the first time. He couldn't help but become nervous as he watched the high-ranking officials.

Li Yunpeng was swept away by this group of arrogant people in the Central Alliance, and Li Qi didn't care much about opponents of this level.

In the end, only Li Wanjiu, the captain of the 148 Mecha Battalion, came to the command center to encourage the captain, and then hurriedly left.

It seems that I don't want to be involved with this doomed war.

The team leader took a deep breath and focused his energy on the battlefield.

He couldn't win, and couldn't lose too exaggeratedly. He poked his teeth and began to think of a way.

"Report to the captain, the enemy has dispatched 30,000 fighters!"

"Huh? Three, thirty thousand?" The squad leader was a little surprised, this is not the same as expected!

But he quickly adjusted his mentality, "Split 32,000 UAVs to meet the enemy, maneuverability reduced by 89%, weapon fire rate reduced by 95%, electromagnetic coil power reduced by 98%!"

"Yes!"

Over the Southern Ocean, the distance between the two armies is getting closer and closer, and the Central Alliance First Army bites the bullet and rushes upwards.

The hands of many soldiers controlling the plane were shaking.

In the Moyang Empire Command Center, the team leader looked at the strange scene in front of him through the drone lens.

"What is the enemy's routine? Is his position so erratic?"

In fact, it was because the pilots of the Central Alliance were so nervous that even the plane shook.

In this way, the unmanned army that only exerted one-tenth of the combat power of the Last Sun Empire, and the air force dangling from the Central Alliance, finally handed in the fire.

The Unmanned Army of the Last Sun Empire, tossing around, attacked in an orderly manner, but the deliberately suppressed speed and firepower did not cause much damage to the enemy. , It also seems slow and not very flexible.

Although the Nether fighter planes of the Central Alliance Army are powerful, the soldiers are not of high quality, and there is no way to shoot out energy cannonballs. Some soldiers are too nervous to even shoot out a bunch of bullets because they are too nervous.

If someone looked up from below, they would see that tens of thousands of planes in the sky were indistinguishable from each other, and the momentum was huge.

But it was just a lively fight, and the loss rate of both sides was not high.

After the Central Alliance troops stabilized their positions, the more they fought, the more confident they became, and the combat power they could exert became higher and higher.

The Unmanned Fighter of the Last Sun Empire also unlocked higher kinetic energy and weapon power, and always maintained an almost equal combat power with it.

The war, from day to night, until the afterglow of the sun was completely lost, the two sides retreated back to their respective camps.

The commander of the First Army of the Central Alliance who returned to the station, blew his saliva.

"Sir, the end sun empire is really not easy to deal with. Their tactics are very delicate. At first glance, they are from the hands of the general. The cooperation with each other can be said to be perfect and the combat power is extraordinary. If not for the subordinates to show their lifelong learning, Really may not be able to achieve this weak victory!"

Faramon was very satisfied. The battle of 30,000 troops with Altadi had finally come true.

With actual combat as a support, there will be a basis for asking questions, and will not be revealed.

At this moment, Atadi's call arrived as scheduled.

Faramon took it up with confidence, "Master Atadi, his subordinates are about to report to you."

"Oh? Is there any good news?" Atadi asked.

"Return to Lord Atadi, of course there is good news. Just today, I...I personally led an army of three...300,000 troops to launch a full-scale offensive. At sunset, it caused great damage to the Imperial Air Force of the Last Sun!"

Altadi's eyes lit up, "Then how is your battle damage?"

"My lord, we lost a total of 3150 Nether fighters!"

"Very good! In a battle of hundreds of thousands, only a few thousand planes were damaged in a day. This is a battle damage rate of 1%! You did a good job!"

Faramon was a little embarrassed. It's a good hammer. For 30,000 aircraft, more than 3,000 were lost, which is a fraction of a tenth!

But the cowhide has blown out, and I can only bite the bullet and admit it.

"Yes... it's not big, but, just in case, the subordinates still want to ask for support!" Faramon said.

"Hey? Don't ask for help for the time being. With such a small damage rate, what kind of help? Just like this, go to the fight every day, and I will send an observation team tomorrow to cheer for you. Do it well, General Faramon, the leader of the Central Alliance. , It is impossible to let the same person do it all the time!" Atadi said.

Faramon listened to the first half, and the more he listened, the more he became colder. A lie often had to be made up for with countless lies, but the last sentence made him feel refreshed.

The leader of the Central Alliance is the highest position that all Central People can reach, and no one is yearning for it.

Even Faramon, who has become a high-ranking member of the alliance, is yearning for the supreme power.

"Yes! Lord Atadi, I will definitely lead the warriors of the Central Alliance to show great power and inflict heavy losses on the enemy!"

"Okay, I will contact you tomorrow!" Atadi said.

Hanging up the phone, he was not as happy as he showed.

As the saying goes, he was bitten by a snake, afraid of well ropes for ten years, and feared by Emmond. He didn't believe Faramon's words very much in his heart. That's why he planned to organize an observation group tomorrow. Some don't worry.

Early the next morning.

Faramont woke up early, and today is the day for the South Gate Two Alien Observation Group to watch the battle.

He blew out an army of 300,000 to fight, and under the eyes of the aliens, he could only really organize an army of 300,000 to launch an attack on the Doyang Empire.

Therefore, he came to the school early in the morning and announced the pre-war mobilization.

"Warriors, after the first two rounds of battle, I believe you all know that the Last Sun Empire is far less terrifying than the rumors. They are also made of flesh and blood. Moreover, our equipment is better than them, and our attack power is stronger than them. Therefore, we can definitely defeat the Moryang Empire and let all the powers in the world take a look at it. The Central Alliance is not weak, and we can defeat the Moryang Empire, which is known as the strongest army!"

There was listless applause from below, and Faramon didn't care, "Warriors, after the battle today, each person will give out five catties of sweet potatoes!"

"Oye--! The sir is mighty!"

"Long live General Faramon!"

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Faramon is speechless, it seems that the chicken soup is useless, not the real sweet potato!