Counterfeit Hero

Oasis airspace. In the distance, the Smoke Lake Nebula is surrounded by countless asteroids, surrounding this empty space.

In the light refracted by the nebula, on the huge hull of the Sussian Fleet Admiral Yankovitch-class space carrier Dawn Battle, sixty huge steering thrusters slowly turned the jet nozzle forward, following a series of Breathing out blue light, the mothership, escorted by two Typhoon-class battleships, retreated to the rear of the main formation.

Dozens of battleships and cruisers on both wings passed by the mothership and slid forward like a surging storm. Countless energy cannon light clusters and bursts of explosive flashes shone vertically and horizontally at the front of the main formation less than 300 kilometers away from the mothership.

"The A2 fleet is moving too slowly."

Wearing an iron-gray uniform, Lieutenant General Seuss Brundridge stood quietly by the porthole, looking out the window at the Sword of Imperial Power space fighters, covered with fatigue and scars, from the radiant sky. It flew back from the center of the battlefield, circling and dancing, waiting for the mothership to accept it.

Beside him, the deputy commander of the fleet, Rear Admiral Yota Maeda, was muttering angrily. He seemed increasingly anxious.

Brundridge glanced at his partner indifferently and said nothing. This Major General Maeda had just taken up his post in the A1 Fleet and was a leader among the young generals in Suss. He has good abilities, but he is too young and energetic, and his temper is a bit impatient. Seeing that the Chakna fleet, which had been passively beaten, had gradually gained the upper hand, he was obviously a little anxious.

Brunridge lit the black jade pipe in his hand and let the curls of green smoke obscure his face. In fact, he had already been mentally prepared for such a situation. This is not the first time he has fought against the Chakna people. In Resk, the A1 fleet had encountered the Chakna fleet in narrow paths in space several times.

With four wins and two losses, such a record seemed to have an absolute advantage, but Brunridge knew that it was achieved when Chakna took the initiative to retreat. Four wins. It didn't make him feel happy, but those two losses made him feel bitter again and again.

The unbeatable Chakna! This sentence is widely circulated in human society. This sentence also suppressed Suss for three thousand years!

In this universe where lanes are king, Chakna. Occupying the most critical interstellar artery between the east and southeast of the human interstellar territory and the central star field, it is uniquely endowed! Seeing them making every move, Suss was firmly suppressed in the Eastern Star Territory, unable to move! This sense of frustration has been embedded in the hearts of generations of Sussians and continues to take root.

Here we are today. Break out of the cage. Complete defeat of the neighboring country as the cornerstone of its rise. Already common to all Sussians. The only wish! This desire is so strong. So unstoppable. In order to realize this wish. Both the Sousse military and the Sousse royal family and civilians. No matter what the cost! But...only those who have actually fought against Chakna. Only then can we know. The true meaning of the sentence "The Chakna people cannot be defeated!"

Not to mention those two losses. Let's just say that today's Chakna fleet suffered a major blow without any defense. Can also react quickly. Attack with desperation. The A1 fleet was beaten into such a mess. It's enough to give one an idea of ​​the desperate situation the Chakna people are in. The kind of terrifying power that can explode.

Fortunately. They can only break out in desperate situations!

Brunidge thought lightly. against this country. The best way to do it. It's like boiling a frog in warm water. There are weaknesses. They are not invincible.

"Why aren't you here?!" He has a strong figure. Handsome looking. Completely idol-level star Maeda Yota. It seems that he can no longer control his emotions. before his eyes. Seuss Fleet. Just lost another destroyer.

obviously. The newly appointed deputy commander. Some concerns. In Seuss Fleet. There is such a tradition. A new field officer. After experiencing the first battle in the army. Often subordinates. Link the outcome of the battle to its luck. Won. He will be respected and obeyed. Lost. I'm afraid that I will spend my days in this army in the future. It won't be easy. Although very idealistic. Even a little ridiculous. But this. After all, it is the deep-rooted tradition of Seussian soldiers!

Brunidge smiled faintly. Wasn't this the case back then? !

"Don't worry, Major General Maeda." Brunridge put out the pipe in his hand, signed the real-time combat plan handed over by a staff officer, handed the folder back to the staff officer, patted Maeda Yota on the shoulder and said: " This Chakna fleet is already a turtle in an urn, and cannot make any waves! According to this method of play, we can persist for at least four hours. The A2 fleet should have entered the jump channel long ago. Could it be that, in four hours, it is still possible? Isn’t it enough for them to complete the jump?”.

"Yes, Lieutenant General." Yota Maeda took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I am too impetuous!"

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

Being told what he meant, Maeda Yota was a little embarrassed and defended: "I think our army has achieved the tactical requirements and firmly attracted the Chakna fleet. At this time, as soon as the A2 fleet appears, it will The overall situation is certain. The losses of our ships will be much smaller. They are all the elites of His Majesty the Emperor Su. It is really shameful to lose them here for such reasons. Besides, it is inevitable that our fleet will maintain such a posture for a long time. It will arouse the enemy's vigilance and lead to long nights and many dreams..."

"It's a bit difficult not to be seen through." Brunridge said: "From the intelligence and combat style, the opponent's commander should be General Zhang Pengcheng. I tried my best to engage in a head-on confrontation with him, partial offense and defense, and also There are frequent exchanges. Although it can be concealed for a while, such a style of play will, after all, cause us, who have the numerical advantage, to suffer. As time goes by, with General Zhang Pengcheng's eyesight, he will not fail to see it. But... ..”

Brunidge raised his eyebrows slightly: "If you were Zhang Pengcheng, even if you saw it, what could you do?"

Yota Maeda had actually thought about this question repeatedly for a long time. When Brunridge asked it, he thought about it for a moment, and finally shook his head and said: "The battle is already in a stalemate. The two sides are strangled together. Turning around and retreating is tantamount to death. This is a dead end. The general has no plans left."

"Not me!" Brunridge waved his hand: "The combat plan was drawn up by Admiral Gershkov long before the transport fleet set off. The AR-1861 galaxy ambush battle is just one of them. In my opinion It seems that the battle plans of several other galaxies are more rigorous and more powerful. I am just a loyal executor."

"So, in your opinion, General, are there any loopholes in this plan?" Seeing Brunridge walking toward the central command podium, Maeda Yota quickly followed.

Brunridge walked up to the command podium in silence, holding on to the semicircular railing, looking towards the front of the command room hall below the stage, the huge main screen of the Skynet center console, and said leisurely: "No battle plan. It may be invincible. However, when two armies are fighting, you don’t need to be invincible. I 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 Chakna fleet is doomed!"

Maeda Yota turned his wrist to look at the time, and Brunidge looked at each other and smiled.

Wait another ten or twenty minutes at most, and the A2 fleet should arrive.

"Twelve hundred quarters left rudder. Target tail locked!"

"Lockdown complete!"

"The main gun is charged!"

"fire!"

As a white light flashed from the main gun of the battleship Holy Sword, like divine punishment from heaven, the white light accurately hit the tail fin of the Typhoon-class battleship of the Suss transport fleet.

The energy shield of the Tesus battleship that was fighting with the Holy Light was already flashing red light. After being hit by this main gun, it collapsed immediately, only dodged twice, and then completely disappeared. The battleship's tail was hit by the light group that penetrated the energy shield and turned into fragments of various sizes flying around. The propeller is even more riddled with holes. The jet of ion light only gasped and struggled twice, and then stopped moving.

The bandits' attack on the Suss transport fleet has entered the final stage. Except for two enemy ships still trying to escape. The rest were either destroyed or lost their power and floated in the universe. The sword-wielding space version of the mecha squad deployed by the bandits is now like bees, densely crawling on these enemy ships that have lost their ability to resist.

Fang Xiang relaxes. He breathed a sigh of relief. The whole person. Like an iceberg with sharp edges, melting in the sun. She looked tired, like a white-collar beauty who had just finished working overtime in the office.

"What's wrong?" Turning around and seeing the fat man staring blankly at the computer next to him, Fang Xiang leaned over strangely: "What is this?"

"Here...should be the jump coordinates of another Suss fleet..." Fatty sighed, pointed at the interstellar map and said: "Fighting from front to back, if you command Chuck Na Fleet, what will you do?!"

"If we forcefully retreat... the losses will exceed 90%!" Fang Xiang had already understood the problem of the battle situation, and said solemnly: "If I were in charge, I would choose to fight!"

"If we follow this combat strategy, I will conduct the simulation and you will command..." Fatty called up a combat plan and simulation and asked, "How many warships can be retained?"

When Fang Xiang saw the plan, she couldn't help but smile. She has experienced this kind of rogue style of play many times in personal deduction and confrontation. If there was a fat man sitting next to him to make deductions and plans, and he was responsible for directing the connection, I am afraid that the commander of the Suss fleet would have a headache.

"Thirty percent!" Fang Xiang gave the answer.

"What if..." The fat man came up with another auxiliary plan like a magic trick: "How much can we save like this..."

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

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