Counterfeit Hero

In the starry sky, more than a dozen Jiepen battleships slowly crossed the body. Form a steel wall.

The missile torpedoes that arrived one after another, after passing through countless wreckage and fireballs in front, shot onto the black hulls of these battleships, causing the battleships to roll and tremble...

The bursts of explosive light illuminated the flagship command room red and made everyone's pupils flicker.

Seeing this scene, Fatty didn't need to explain anything. Everyone understood that the last two waves of attacks were basically unlikely to pose any threat to Jie Pen's fleet. For a moment, the officers and staff members all felt their hearts sinking.

A strong man cuts off his wrist... The Dragon Rider Fleet adopts the simplest and most effective method.

These dozen warships who took the initiative to sacrifice bought two or three minutes for the fleet behind them. Clusters of missiles and torpedoes are unable to carry out penetrating deep strikes. The spreading explosion zone was contained in front of this steel wall. Behind them, hundreds of Jiepen warships were turning to evade.

The name O'Brien once again made everyone's hearts awe-inspiring.

Although O'Brien suffered a big loss in the first confrontation, in just a few minutes, this master tactician reminded his opponent of his reputation again. Can easily resolve this fatal attack in the blink of an eye. This shows the depth of his commanding skills, his decisiveness, his ruthless style, and his calm mind.

More importantly, under his command are a group of desperadoes who can block missiles and torpedoes with their bodies without hesitation, and who are not afraid of death!

The battle has just begun!

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The electronic sand table in the middle of the command hall is like a three-meter-high miniature universe.

The stars, planets, satellites, asteroid belts and distant nebulae in the Oxtail system seem to have been shrunk countless times and are floating in the sand screen. The red and blue fleets criss-crossed this miniature space.

Because electronic attacks have a clear advantage, the information fed back by Skynet reflects every change on the battlefield on the sand table in detail.

Everything is as clear as the position and coordinates of the fleet, as small as the energy spread when a missile hits the target, or the trajectory of a certain piece of debris captured by the released reconnaissance satellite.

When the fifth wave of missiles and torpedoes, as expected, passed through the fragmented blocking battleship wall, but was thrown into the empty void in the distance, a commotion broke out in front of the electronic sand table surrounded by dozens of staff officers, and a staff officer turned around Come and report hurriedly: "Sir, the enemy fleet launched a counterattack. A detachment of the mixed patrol formation in the middle will penetrate the joint between our [White Tip Shark] squadron and [Siriado] squadron."

The generals on the command platform quickly turned their attention to the computer screen at the command seat.

After just one glance, Fei Owen and others' expressions darkened again.

"Obuen counterattacked so quickly!"

The battle is like a chess game. The Jiepen fleet originally wanted to attack the middle and rear of the bandit fleet through a jump attack. However, when the two arrows, which were three thousand kilometers apart, encountered long-planned missile and torpedo attacks by the bandit forces at the end of the jump, it was obviously impossible for them to continue to move forward.

O'Brien's timely shield wall tactics saved the battleships behind the two attack arrows. While these battleships were avoiding each other on both wings, their formations naturally also changed.

It can be seen from the interstellar sand table that part of the warships on the right side of Jiepen's left fleet moved closer to the left side of the right fleet, forming a new attack group, while the parts of the two attack arrows on the outer wings became Two relatively small attack arrows.

This time, O'Brien obviously had no intention of letting these three arrows carry out the previous tactic of cutting off the waist and tail. The three attack groups are moving rapidly in an arc to seize the attack position. And they continued to split during the movement, using small groups to intercept the bandit patrol fleet that was directly approaching. ….

Not a surprising tactic. Powerful control!

The fatal blow he just suffered seemed to have no impact on O'Brien. After his fleet quickly completed the evasion and defense, it launched an attack without hesitation, facing the bandit fleet in a flowing manner. They didn't even look at their companions who had turned into wreckage beside them. His discipline, calmness and adaptability are astonishing.

The bandit fleet is divided into four arrows and heading towards Jie Pen's fleet.

Since the jump airspace of the Jiepen fleet was very close to the bandit fleet, when the bandit fleet's engine was fully started, the two sides quickly shortened the distance in just a few minutes. It's very close now!

Fierce artillery fire criss-crossed the fleets on both sides as they moved at high speeds. Both sides were moving in arcs, spinning in circles as hard as they could. It's like seven long dragons mingling together, trying to bite each other's waist, entangled endlessly.

In this fight, a Jie Peng squadron suddenly broke out from the cluster in the center and penetrated directly into the junction of the two squadrons of the bandits on the right.

"The [White Tip Shark] unit pounced too hard."

Tony's hand followed the attack direction of a cruiser detachment on the left and another detachment behind him, and moved forward to the right. At the tip of his finger, a high-speed Jepen fleet had been automatically activated by the Skynet system based on intelligence. The mark was on the screen, and he said quickly: "The [Siriado] team behind them is too far away from them, and O'Brien wants to cut them apart."

"This is a strangulation tactic," Chel said solemnly: "O'Brien's favorite method of head-to-head confrontation. We suffered a loss from him when we were in the Bermuda Star Territory. At that time, Brown was entangled by him. Within half an hour, In a melee, he unknowingly strangled 11% of the warships. If the Bermuda local fleet had not arrived in time, Brown would not have been able to get rid of him."

Hearing Chel mention the past, Fei Owen nodded and said to the fat man: "You were still in Gacharin at that time. I heard Brown say that it was the most dangerous battle in his life."

"Afterwards, we analyzed it." Chel walked to the light curtain, looked at the chaotic battle situation with bright eyes, and continued: "Obuen's style of play is particularly good at winning in chaos. In battle, He constantly splits and combines the fleet, trying to enter a state of strangulation. When the warships of both sides are entangled in units, he will use his powerful command skills and extremely fast tactical changes to fight one after another in the strangulation. Eat each other up. Few can keep up with him."

Just as he was talking, the battleship suddenly shook.

In the salvo from the main formation of Obuen's fleet, an energy cannon happened to pass through the gap between the bandit battleship cluster and hit the aircraft carrier. Everyone staggered.

"Damn it," the fat man said furiously, feeling his life was threatened, "This guy is really messing with me!"

The generals who regained their footing were speechless. This officer. I'm afraid there will never be a serious time in this life. Even if he becomes a marshal in the future, after he sneak attacks on the opponent and kills more than 40% of the warships in the patrol group, he will still be extremely resentful of other people's attacks.

He was only allowed to hit people, and no one was allowed to stare at him.

Everyone in the bandit army now behaves this way!

"Obuen's fleet is releasing fighter planes, and their main formation has moved forward," Margaret said with a calm face, looking at the fat man with a smile: "Is it time for our ambush fighter group to go into battle?"

"It's still a little early," the fat man waved his hand: "Order the [White Tip Shark] detachment to speed up. Don't worry about what's behind..."

As he spoke, Fatty quickly drew up a navigation route on the tactical computer and sent it to the fleet coordinator. The order was given: "Let the [White Tip Shark] detachment attack along this line and bite the enemy's left wing. The [Siriado] detachment turns right at 1200 ticks and meets them. That one-eyed loach wants to fight in a melee, so let's fight with him. That’s enough!”….

The fat man's fingers jumped quickly on the tactical computer. Following the complex attack lines and instructions transmitted to the squadron flagship Skynet, the entire fleet began a series of tactical changes. The situation becomes even more chaotic.

The generals next to him looked at each other.

I just reminded Fatty O'Brien of his best fighting method. Why does it seem that the more I look at his movements, the more he looks like he is preparing to jump off a cliff? But his eyes were shining, so excited.

Tony took a step forward and was about to say something, but was pulled gently by Margaret.

"Worried?" Margaret curled her lips.

Tony opened his mouth, not knowing what dish to eat.

It is impossible to say that I am not worried. This fleet has been with him for six or seven years and is his lifeblood. Although he knew that there were still two waves of insidious trump cards in the battle plan that had not yet been used, the chances of victory were very high. However, the opponent is O'Brien after all. Playing strangulation with such a master tactician is not a wise decision no matter how you look at it.

In this command hall, I'm afraid no one can defeat O'Brien in the way he is best at? many words

"Do you know how many conditions he can master at the same time when doing deduction and confrontation?" Margaret asked calmly while doing the work at hand.

The generals nearby pricked up their ears, even Diana and Isaac were no exception.

Recalling Fatty's terrifying intelligence interpretation and deduction abilities, Tony shook his head. That's definitely a scary statistic.

"I don't know how many he can use at the same time when he puts all his strength into it, but," Margaret ended the operation on the tactical computer and said to Tony: "I don't think a person can use more than 400 intelligence at the same time. The usual staff system takes nearly three minutes to make intelligence judgments. A commander who can concentrate all the intelligence in his mind, outline the battle situation and complete the deduction will lose to strangulation tactics."

"My grandpa has a headache because of the extra command of his small army. Strangulation to win in chaos is his specialty." As a group of people watched in stunned silence, Margaret turned her head and looked at the man not far away who was following him like a lunatic. The fat man who was working hard on the tactical computer smiled coldly: "I'm afraid no one who is better than him in this aspect has yet been born."

O'Brien, not even!

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.Well, there’s a lot going on today, one chapter. Whenever I have time, I code words to try to get more outbursts.

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