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The virtual light curtain in the center of the war room is like a miniature universe. Sober's sculptural and slender figure stood still. Blazing stars, planets of different colors, foggy nebulae and white quicksand-like asteroid belts were floating quietly on his chest, shoulders, and waist.
And in front of his eagle-like eyes, the Xiyue scout fleet was retreating steadily under the siege of the bandits.
There is no difference between the stereoscopic image completely simulated by Skynet and the reality. The number, size, appearance details of the warships, the route of the fleet, the flames of the explosion and even countless debris flying into the vast void are all captured by the far-sighted device and radar, and are completely presented on the virtual screen.
Sober slowly paced around the fiercely fought battlefield in the light curtain. Thumb-sized battleships and flying ant-shaped battleships flew back and forth before his eyes, fiercely strangling them. The criss-crossing energy cannons and the bursts of explosion light reflected on his face, flickering on and off.
In the war room, sixty or seventy serious-looking senior generals of Xiyue sat around the round conference table, their eyes following Sober's footsteps.
Moore stood aside quietly.
Among the neat and shining generals, the colonel's rank on the shoulders of this round-faced staff officer is extremely eye-catching. This is his new shoulder badge after being promoted by leapfrogging. If you go back for a short period of time, he is just a major who can barely even enter the headquarters of the headquarters.
The white electronic shadowless lamp illuminates the war room brightly. In the light curtain, the warships wandering and firing are making their final kill.
The atmosphere in the war room became more dignified and chilling as the number of scout ships and frigates in the left theater decreased.
The generals stared at the light curtain intently. Moore seemed a little absent-minded. From time to time, his eyes would leave the light curtain and look towards the porthole in the corner of the war room.
There, a little girl in little red leather boots sat quietly. She raised her head slightly, half-closed her eyes, and the thousands of rays of light from the stars came in through the porthole and shone on her fair and beautiful face. The long eyelashes fluttered slightly in the sun, and the thin auricles were slightly red as if they were transparent.
She is so peaceful, so beautiful and lovely. She sat there quietly, like a fascinating picture, which was out of place in this chilling war room.
On the light curtain, the last West York destroyer burst open under the siege of bandit fighter planes. Thousands of wreckage scattered. One of them flew into Sober's pupil like a burning meteor. When it turned into a strange bright spot in Sober's deep eyes and disappeared, the battle was over.
The suspended planet disappeared. The nebula, the asteroid belt and the dark curtain of the universe also dissipated.
In the center of the brightly restored war room, Sober stood alone.
"Precise coordination." Sober's cold face showed no expression. He turned around in a circle, turning a blind eye to the dozens of West York generals in front of him, but turned his attention to Moore, who had the lowest military rank, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Colonel Moore, you guessed it right!"
Moore was silent and stood in awe. It seems that Sober is not praising himself.
The atmosphere in the war room, which was almost frozen, became even deeper. Hearing Sober's compliment to Moore, the generals of Xiyo had different expressions. They looked at each other carefully, or looked at Moore with complicated eyes, or turned their heads disdainfully in silent sneers.
They did not know where Sober had found a major who was not of a superior race.
In terms of self-cultivation and temperament, this round-faced staff officer is like a toad who is as beautiful as a swan compared to those noble and talented young generals in the West Yorkshire Allied Forces. However, this guy was in the limelight on the way to the southeast!
Now, he has become the most common person around Sober. The degree of favor and trust even surpassed the familiar Major General Alessandro.
This made the generals from famous families in the West Treaty member states very uncomfortable. It feels like a dirty, smelly dirt hyena among a pack of noble lions!
Perhaps, it is the hyena who knows the nature of the hyena best. It is said that after the Colonel Moore accurately predicted the defeat of Admiral Banning, at the combat guidance seminar of the three groups of the staff headquarters of the base camp against the forward reconnaissance fleet. , He foresaw the possible ambush of the left-wing bandit army.
"General Brazile."
In the silence, Sober stood with his hands behind his back, staring at a lieutenant general who had a round face very similar to Moore's but had already lost his blood color, and asked, "What is the status of the third combat group of the staff?" When submitting the analysis report, did you point out that the bandit army might be on the left??Using its stealth technology to set up an ambush? "
"Yes, General. I pointed it out," Lieutenant General Brazier nodded tremblingly, and then quickly said: "But that was brought up by Colonel Moore during the tactical discussion, and it was not approved by all the team members. Agreed, and no final written report was formed. Although Colonel Moore insisted on it repeatedly, when the third combat group submitted the formal analysis report, they still removed this inference"
The ashen-faced lieutenant general further explained: "the team leader, Lieutenant General Carson, said that Colonel Moore was an alarmist. He believed that before this, our army had been forcing the bandit fleet to retreat into the double-star corner corridor. And before our army stopped advancing, the bandit army kept retreating."
As Brazier said, he hurriedly drew a circle on the interstellar chart where the two fleets confront each other, and continued: "At that time, the Fidelity coalition forces had not yet arrived. Therefore, Lieutenant General Carson believed that it was impossible for the bandits to predict that we would Forming a confrontation here, it is even more impossible to set up an ambush fleet under the advance of our army. After that, every move of the bandit fleet will be under the surveillance of my fleet, so"
"General Brazile, you made three mistakes."
Sobel interrupted Brazier's explanation coldly, "First, you are the officer in the base camp responsible for formulating and providing battlefield reconnaissance support plans to the frontline fleet. Lieutenant General Carson's opinion and Colonel Moore's opinion Judgments are just for reference, and the decision to adopt or not is in your hands!"
"Second," Sober's eyes became more and more cold: "After General Banning killed Metis, I have raised the threat level of the bandit army to the highest level. The lesson is not far away, how dare you let the left scout fleet go? Execute the battle plan of approaching the opponent's 500,000 kilometers to shield the battlefield?!"
"Third, a mistake is a mistake, and you should not shirk responsibility." Sober said coldly, "You are not only arrogant, but also stupid! Get out!"
In the war room, the generals were silent.
Seeing Brazier walking out of the automatic door with a pale face, everyone knew that this lieutenant general in charge of battlefield reconnaissance and shielding operations was finished.
Sober rarely disposes of his subordinates, and never shows his authority in this way. However, once you make a mistake, then you can experience his cruelty.
Moreover, even William III cannot change the decision he made.
After Brazier's figure disappeared, Sober said to Alessandro beside him: "Here comes the order to remove Lieutenant General Carson from all positions and wait for disposal. The third team of the staff combat team is headed by Colonel Moore." in charge."
He glanced coldly at the surrounding generals of the Allied Forces: "The appointment will take effect immediately."
Everyone is awe-inspiring!
When Moore followed Sober into the spacious and simple office, he saw that the little girl who was walking in front was curled up on the sofa again, looking at the stars outside the window, without saying a word. The golden light seemed to have an infinite attraction to her, and she couldn't get tired of watching it quietly all day long.
But soon, the light of the star was blocked by a moving fleet.
The light in the office dimmed.
Moore knew that it was the mobilization of the major fleets in West York that had just concluded the pre-war meeting. From now on, the direction where the blazing star is located will be blocked by countless battleships and fighter planes. Perhaps for a long time to come, all the little girl can see are endless gunfire and death.
This is too cruel for a little girl!
Who is she to General Sober, why did the general take her with him in such a war? Moore felt his head hurt. The curiosity about this quiet little girl far outweighed the panic and joy that he had just been appointed as the leader of the third combat team.
It took a lot of effort for Moore to keep his eyes from the little girl who made him curious.
At the just-concluded combat meeting, His Excellency General Sober has announced that the fleet is in a state of battle. Fights can start anytime. And at this time, I was called into the office by the general, obviously not here to find out about a little girl's background, or to drink a cup of coffee.
"What do you think of the combat effectiveness of the bandit army?" Sober sat down behind his desk.
Moore stood at attention solemnly, and was about to answer, but found that Sober waved his hand at him, turned his eyes to the sofa, and stared at that the little girl? !
"He's here."
The little girl's voice was as clear as an oriole, but it made Moore a little confused. It was the first time he had heard the girl in the pretty little red leather boots speak. He didn't know who she was talking about, but he knew that she was answering Sobel's question-about the bandit army!
This is unbelievable!
In amazement, Moore saw the little girl turn her head.
She didn't look at Sober, but looked at herself with a pair of clear eyes, "Otherwise, how could their route and coordination be so precise?"
(To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)"Who, but he knew, she was answering Sobel's question¡ª¡ªabout the bandits!
This is unbelievable!
In amazement, Moore saw the little girl turn her head.
She didn't look at Sober, but looked at herself with a pair of clear eyes, "Otherwise, how could their route and coordination be so precise?"
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