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The fat man sat obediently beside Hastings, pricked up his ears and eyes, and listened carefully.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered his student days many years ago.
At that time, I was still an inconspicuous fat man, sitting in a spacious and bright classroom. Outside the window, the campus is lined with trees. Students with books and a professor walking calmly passed by under the shade of the trees. The cicadas are chirping in summer, and the white runway lines on the red runway extend to the dormitory buildings in the distance. The sun was shining brightly, shining on the lawn of the stadium and the leaves of the trees. There is a fiery tranquility.
The surround sound in the classroom is always so clear. There is no impurity at all. On the podium, the gray-haired professor pointed at the virtual teaching light curtain with an electronic pointer, his voice cadenced. The classmates around me have different expressions in the sleepy afternoon, and those who are poor in their studies look indifferent, idling, or whispering, or sleeping on the desk. Those who study well are engrossed, and the expression on their faces is almost holy and pious.
At that time, I was just a fat man with neither high nor low grades, no enviable background, and no outstanding appearance.
Cowardly, do not seek to make progress, have no ideals that can be achieved, let alone plans for the future. Every day, he sneaks past the school bullies with low eyebrows, and apologizes to everyone he can't afford to offend. The greatest pleasure is standing in the aisle and looking into the breasts of girls in dresses, or going home to sort out your pornographic magazines and blow-up dolls, counting the arrival time of the latest limited-edition dolls you ordered with your fingers.
Occasionally, she would stand alone in the crowd, quietly watching An Lei under the spotlight. Seeing her laughing with her classmates, seeing her long hair flying, watching her dance like an elf at the party with blurred lights and laughter, conquering everyone.
These seem to be all in my student life.
? Calm and restless, full of adolescent hormones, daydreams, sweat, sunshine and longing.
At that time, I never dreamed that one day war would break out, the city would be destroyed, and I would become a soldier, desperately striving for that careless life on the battlefield full of gunpowder and gunfire.
What's more, I would never have imagined that today, after leaving school for many years, I would sit next to Marshal Hastings, the god of Feiyang's army, and take such a class.
In front of you, the semicircular silver-white central podium exudes a soft metallic luster. Three huge tactical computer main screens, dozens of small screens of different colors and sizes and belonging to different system terminals are suspended above them.
Through this command platform, Fatty can clearly and intuitively understand all the information about the fleet.
The deployment of troops, the situation of Skynet's electronic countermeasures, the proportion of fleet damage, and even the current specific situation of each warship are all clear and clear.
Fatty knew that the central podium was the chessboard. These steel fleets, which humans have exhausted their last resources, are the pieces on the chessboard.
Hastings is sitting on this side of the chessboard, and Sober is on the other side of the chessboard! They are the gods of this star field. Every instruction they make will determine the life and death of tens of millions of soldiers on both sides on the chessboard!
This class is so heavy!
The atmosphere became more and more tense as the distance between the Leicht fleet and the West York fleet approached.
Because Sobel invested far more troops in the left-wing theater than in other theaters, and because of the importance of the left-wing theater, the Fi Union generals in the command hall paid far more attention to the left-wing theater than the center and right.
"Tactical command is not as mysterious as imagined." Hastings, who seemed to feel the fat man's tension, turned his head and stared at the screen, and said to the fat man.
"Whether you want to defeat the enemy or block the enemy, all you need to do is to choose the corresponding formation and tactics according to the battlefield situation. These formation tactics are found in military textbooks. They have been developed for thousands of years. It is a classic that has been tempered by the war to come. It is not difficult to master it, the difficult thing is to use it."
"Fight after the formation, the regularity of the art of war, the clever use of it, all in one mind?"
Fatty quickly remembered a sentence he saw when he was studying conducting in Gary Palan's laboratory.
"Yes." Hastings nodded approvingly, and said: "Space fleet combat is difficult to say, but also simple to say. It is difficult because the battle on the ground is flat, but the battle in space is very simple." Three-dimensional. In the battle on the ground, whether it is a mecha or a fighter plane, as long as the earth is used as the base, a war plan can be drawn. But in the space battle, the warship can be arbitrarily?a-class fleet. Like Leicht's five A-class fleets, they also adopted the standard triangular assault formation. The main formation of battleships is located at the rear of the fleet, and in front is the high-speed patrol formation.
"Fatty! See clearly!"
When the fleets of both sides had entered the strangle distance of 3,000 kilometers, Hastings' fingers quickly clicked on the tactical computer screen. The airspace that he clicked rippled like a splash of water. Dozens of coordinates suddenly appeared in front of the patrol formation's route, and were immediately transmitted to the Leicht fleet through the tactical computer.
"[Wolf Pack] Tactics," Hastings pressed the communicator switch, and ordered solemnly: "Battleship main line, salvo! Fire!"
On the screen, the main array of battleships of the five phantom fleets erupted with a blinding white light. And the heading of the fleet in front also changed towards the rippling coordinates on the tactical computer screen!
In the white light, a patrol formation, like a pack of wolves walking side by side on the wasteland, spread out to the left and right when encountering prey.
The fat man held his breath.
He saw that when the Leicht fleet launched, the West York fleet also changed.
The main battleship salvo launched almost simultaneously!
The patrol formation that dispersed almost at the same time!
At this moment, the fleets of both sides fired at each other. Reminiscent of two blooming fireworks!
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