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It was quiet in the office.
The young staff officer's gaze was dull, as if he had lost himself in the little girl's clear, spring-like pupils.
"Colonel." Sober's voice came from next to his ear. Moore was shocked and turned around quickly.
"Don't be surprised by what you see," Sober glanced at him, and said calmly, "Maybe you've heard a legend about the empire having artificial intelligence."
Moore nodded mechanically.
This legend is no secret. In fact, this legend has always existed when the Binart Empire was defeated by the Feyan Republic 30 years ago, and then miraculously took off more than 20 years ago.
No one is serious about this legend. Just like the ufo records in human history, those who believe believe it, and those who don't believe it don't.
But now
"I think you can get to know each other."
Moore followed Sober's gaze to the porthole.
At that time, the fleet outside the window had just opened a gap, and golden light fell on the window. The beam of light slanting down is like the holy light of heaven. The girl curled up on the sofa. The beam of light from the round porthole seemed to spread a large golden skirt around her little white dress.
Moore found that at some point, the little girl turned her head out of the window again.
It seems that from the beginning to the end, she lives in a static and beautiful picture scroll. He didn't speak to Sober, and he didn't look back at himself. Everything that happened just now was just my own illusion.
However, Sober's voice came from next to his ear. Every word hits his heart.
"She is our legend."
Moore's breathing stopped suddenly. The blood rushed from the brain, and there was a buzzing sound in the brain, and it went blank.
"Her name is the little girl, and it is the biggest secret of the Binart Empire. There are only eight people who know and confirm her existence." Sober said, walking out from behind the desk and standing side by side with Moore , looking at the little girl, said lightly: "You are the ninth."
"General." Moore turned his head abruptly and looked at Sober excitedly.
Beside him, Sober stood with his hands behind his back. The side profile with clear lines is like a marble sculpture cut by a knife and an axe.
Moore had an urge to bend down and pay his respects. The man in front of him is the most valuable and powerful general in the entire West Yorkshire military alliance, and a military genius recognized by the human world. Under his command, there are not only thousands of generals, but also tens of thousands of soldiers!
But at this moment, he was standing by his side, telling himself such an important secret in such a relaxed tone.
Seemingly aware of the excitement and gratitude of the young colonel, Sober smiled slightly, patted him on the shoulder, walked to the sofa, and gestured to Moore: "Sit."
Moore sat down under the little girl's curious gaze back.
The little girl looked at him curiously, and he also looked at the little girl curiously. The young round-faced staff officer looked no more mature than a child at the moment.
"Colonel," Sober asked, "how did you guess that the bandits would set up an ambush on the left flank?"
Moore sat up straight, was silent for a while, and replied solemnly: "General, to be precise, I did not draw this conclusion from our intelligence and deduction. The reason for making such a judgment is entirely based on my understanding of the bandits. understanding of the military's fighting style and being wary of them."
"Well," Sober nodded, and said thoughtfully, "Go ahead."
"Yes, General." Moore continued: "I have analyzed all the battles of the bandit army. Including the information we can find about their time in the Mars Freeway. I don't think the bandit army is a cowardly and unwilling An army that is willing to take risks, in fact, this army is heroic, tenacious, cunning, and most adventurous. This is their nature, it is in their genes since their formation!"
"And this time, when facing our West Yorkist coalition forces, their performance seemed a little abnormal." Moore lowered his eyelids and looked at the coffee table in front of him with gloomy eyes.
For him, the bandit army was the only factor for him to become a staff officer next to Sober, and it was also the biggest enemy who marched into the southeast.
These days, he spent almost all his energy on understanding and analyzing the bandit army. The more he understands this army, the more terrifying he finds this army.
This is an army that cannot be judged by deduction and experience.
Their combat effectiveness, ship technology?? This is the second time I have seen the same scene, but Moore still couldn't help feeling palpitations.
On the screen, two bandit destroyers are attacking the West York destroyer fleet of five one-word formations from the flanks. Although they were at a disadvantage in numbers, the two black bandit destroyers used their high speed, agility, and precise positioning to occupy the attacking position repeatedly.
When the bandits activated the main energy guns on the bow of the ship again and again and fired at the warship Xiyo, the warship Xiyo was like a few clumsy bison with sharp horns on its head, turning its bleeding body in vain. Once again, he watched the target slip away from his muzzle.
A bandit destroyer circled to the stern of a West York destroyer.
When this cunning hungry wolf immediately straightened its bow and emitted a glaring white light, the West York destroyer, which had urgently turned left, hadn't yet escaped the 30-degree aiming zone of its main energy gun.
The result is self-evident.
A big hole was opened directly on the left side of the West York battleship near the tail. The power of the enhanced main gun of the bandit destroyer with a caliber of more than 300 mm is no worse than that of an old-fashioned battleship. The Skynet computer can easily calculate the energy contained in the ball of white light from the diameter and brightness.
Looking at the main gun data that jumped out on the screen, it was hard for Moore to believe that it was fired by a destroyer.
Compared with warships of the same level as the Bandit Army, the West York destroyer is completely at a disadvantage.
Whether it is the firepower, defense, speed, and agility of the battleship itself, or the tactics and positioning coordination between the battleships, the two sides are obviously not on the same level.
And on the other side not far away, a bandit fleet composed of two cruisers and four destroyers had already stepped in after bombarding a group of West York battleships in trouble. The route they sailed was so clear and deadly amidst the chaotic fleet of warships.
Moore knew without looking at it that when the bandit fleet moved across to the left flank of the five West York battleships entangled by two bandit destroyers, it was the time for the destruction of these West York battleships.
He also knew that if he stood on a high podium in the ever-changing battlefield at that time. I may never even try to see the tactical intentions of this bandit army fleet that suddenly intervened. Only in the post-war video playback that has been sorted out, analyzed and marked, can he clearly see the fleet's voyage track.
That's a meandering red line on the virtual screen. Calmly pass through the gap opened by other bandit warships from the periphery, and cut all the way to the center. When the battleship formation of the bandit army came all the way along this line, the surrounding West York battleships were either just pulled out of position, or just hit their muzzles.
And this line is just one of countless interlocking lines in the tactical coordination of the bandits. Countless threads formed a huge meat grinder, which ruthlessly crushed the Xiyue scouting fleet into a pulp.
The three of them watched the screen quietly, and after a long time, Moore took a deep breath and said to Sober: "General, in my opinion, the fighting power of the bandit army has surpassed any ace army in the world. Perhaps their only weakness is their strength."
Sober was silent. After a while, he half-closed his eyes and nodded thoughtfully: "That's right, this is their only weakness."
As he said, he turned his head to look at Moore, and suddenly said: "If I tell you that there is also an artificial intelligence in the bandit army, would you believe it?"
This sentence was like a bomb, which knocked Moore into a daze.
The young round-faced staff officer stared blankly at Sober with his eyes wide open. In my mind, the precise tactical coordination and route of the bandit warship formation instantly appeared. At the same time, he also remembered the seemingly thoughtless conversation between Sober and the little girl when he just walked into the office.
He lowered his head.
The pretty little girl quietly raised her face and watched him.
In the ear, Sober's voice echoed.
"This is not an ordinary war. However, no matter how special a war is, there is always some place, a time or a certain person that is the key."
"And the key to this battle is to defeat the bandits." Moore looked into the eyes of the little girl, and unconsciously took Sober's words.
He murmured: "We must destroy the enemy's left wing at all costs!"
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