Counterfeit Hero

Volume 10, Chapter 15 A Destiny Month

"Old cow eats young grass?" Flavio was sweating on his forehead. He looked at the kid whose ears were twisted and beaten by Milan, and then turned to look at the fat man next to him. Suddenly he felt discouraged.

With these two guys, the older one and the younger one, even if this war is won in the end, I'm afraid LeRae's reputation will be ruined.

The fat man looked contemptuous.

When he thought of the scene of the little kid throwing himself at the little girl with a smile on his face... Bah, he has a pure soul and noble moral character, and he spat hard in his heart.

It's a shame that this little bastard has been hanging out with the fat man for so many years. There is no style at all! One program pounces on another program, and then gets entangled... What the hell is the fun in this? !

On the contrary, the little kid who is over 4,000 years old, compared with the little girl who has only been around for more than 20 years, interprets the words "old cow eats young grass" into an out-of-print version.

There is no greater disparity in age between old people and young people in the entire universe!

"Fat man," Flavio looked sideways at the fat man and frowned slightly: "What do you think?"

"What do you think?" The fat man looked surprised: "This little bastard is over 4,000 years old, so of course he is an old man eating young grass!"

Flavio was so angry at the fat man that he glared: "I'm talking about the situation! More than four hundred *-level fleets can flood our place, and it will take two days to queue up to cross the jump point! You Aren’t you worried?!”

"How can we not be worried?" The fat man's face darkened, his eyes stared at the ground, and the corners of his eyes twitched. "If Sobol really puts all 400 fleets into the southeastern star field, the most we can do is touch their forwards. , use public star systems and small jumping points to carry out sneak attacks. Hold them back. If you insist on defending, you won’t be able to defend the jumping points!”

Flavio sighed, stood up worriedly, and paced back and forth in the laboratory. The old president, who had been so high-spirited just a few days ago, now looked much older and haggard.

After a long time, he stopped, looked at the fat man, and said with difficulty: "Are we going to give up so easily?"

"The only way now is to evacuate as much as possible," the fat man frowned tightly, pinched the fingers of his hands together, clenched his chin, chewed his thumbs, and stared at the ground with two faint flames burning in his eyes. "Originally we expected that the West would touch fifty to eighty *-level fleets, so the estimated time was one week."

He paused, his eyes flickering, as if he was calculating something, and continued for a long time: "If Sobol dispatches more than two hundred *-class fleets to attack the southeast, then the time they need will have to be extended by at least four days. .More than four hundred *-class fleets, no matter how careful the plan is and how prudent the actions are, it will take at least two weeks to reach Lere."

He raised his head: "If we can intercept it in advance, then we can delay this time to about a month!"

"Oh?" Flavio said in surprise: "Can it take so long?"

The fat man nodded affirmatively, quickly turned on the miniature electronic projector on his wrist, and projected an interstellar map on the ground. He seemed to have figured out a lot of joints. As soon as the picture appeared, he pointed at the jump points and flight segments with his hand and said: "Look here, here, and here..."

Flavio crouched down and followed the fat man's fingers while listening to him say: "These sections have three-pole traffic capabilities and are not allowed to pass more than ten *-level fleets at the same time."

"One or two flight segments are nothing, but from the Binart Empire to the Lelei central star field, they need to pass through a total of 86 star systems and more than 1,300 flight segments. If they want to travel smoothly, they must make a plan A carefully calculated marching plan. According to different routes and at different times, we move forward in batches and finally concentrate in the southeast."

Flavio carefully looked at the segments on the virtual light screen that curved left and right between the planets, and observed the data marked on the segments. While nodding.

He was no stranger to the rules of long-distance movement of the Grand Fleet.

Not to mention so many large warships and such a long voyage, even when he organized the refugees from the Newton system to evacuate to Galileo on civilian spaceships, they took only six short jump legs that were familiar to the Newton system, and it took a long time. to make plans.

Which ports should be used to anchor, how to enter and exit in an orderly manner, what order should major airports allow spacecraft to enter the waterway, and at what time intervals must the escort warships on the waterway control the flow of spacecrafts. What should we do if we encounter a spacecraft that crashes in an obstacle area and blocks the waterway? Yes, the distance between the spacecraft and the prescribed speed must be carefully calculated. ….

If you are not careful, that great migration may turn into a catastrophic chaos. Especially close to Galileo's jumping point, once it is blocked, the consequences will be disastrous when Sheldon's fleet catches up.

"If according to the intelligence, the Sobol fleet set out from the Binart Empire, the Naga Federation and the Desik Empire respectively, then they should be at Makelek, which is five jumping points away from the central system of Leray. a3 public galaxy to assemble.”

The fat man continued to stare at the interstellar map, thinking and talking, and finally clicked on the coordinates of the Mark Lake A3 public galaxy.

Flavio nodded. The jumping point of this public galaxy is a very large first-level jumping point. The terrain is wide and the environment is good. There are few asteroid belts and gravitational reefs. Further forward, it is the traditional control area of ​​the Leray Federation. Therefore, as the attacker, Choosing this place as a temporary advance base is almost inevitable.

Over the years, the fleets coming from the west, whether they were the Dexiks or Humphrey and Sheldon of Binart, had stopped here briefly to set up logistics buoy towers, release surveillance satellites, and assemble their fleets.

"If we wait until the West York fleet arrives here, it will be too late for us to do anything." The fat man touched his chin with his hand, "So, we must expand the blocking area further away."

"You mean..." Flavio looked west along the a3 public image.

The fat man's hand suddenly pointed to an area of ​​air far away from Flavio's gaze, and he said decisively: "We have to start this battle from here!"

Flavio's eyes moved over, widened suddenly, and exclaimed: "Desik Empire?"

The fat man sneered and nodded: "Either we don't fight, or if we want to fight, we must burn the flames of war to the enemy's place!"

He turned off the projection and stood up: "With Sober's caution, it is impossible to wait until the troops are dispatched before arranging everything. It is certain that the fleet stationed in Desik will serve as a component of its forward. Clearing the waterway for the main force, conducting reconnaissance and protection. From the A3 galaxy to Desik, it is their control range."

"Although Sobor will arrive a little later, his forward fleet will still arrive within a week," Fatty said viciously, "And what we have to do is to send Sobor's main force to Desik before it arrives. This line has been smashed to pieces, and the entire fleet has been trapped in this quagmire!"

Flavio asked: "Use the Mars Channel?"

"Yeah!" The fat man nodded and said: "The central star field from Lelei to Dexik, including several galaxies in Dexik, are all within the radiation range of the Mars Free Channel. Large and small low-level jump points and There are thousands of secret passages. Our split warships can enter and exit freely, but the enemy's warships cannot."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Coupled with our stealth technology, it is not impossible to block them there. Besides, we also have Tatania and Putitok who are fighting against the Germans. The allies at war with Desik can help. If they can put a little more pressure on Desik during this period, maybe we can do something big!"

"One big vote?" Flavio felt that his heart was really unable to bear the load, and quickly waved his hand: "This one vote is big enough."

He took a few steps back and forth, raised his head and asked, "Have you ever communicated these ideas to General Russell?"

"In terms of interception, Teacher is much better than me." Fatty smiled slightly: "Taking advantage of free movement and stealth technology, Teacher can complete the task at the minimum cost."

"Really?" Flavio said in surprise.

"Of course." The fat man chuckled and said, "You know, the teacher used to drag Sheldon behind his back, just for a month or two. That was still under the conditions of Bermuda controlled by Suss and the Jeppons. In terms of difficulty, That’s actually much higher than it is now!”

"Why?" Milan on the side looked at the fat man in confusion.

"When fighting with troops, the most taboo thing for a commander is to be led by others." Fatty explained: "In the past, the strategic initiative was in Sheldon's hands. Teacher Russell wanted to contain the enemy's attack on the Newton Galaxy. We must attack Bermuda again and again, or risk crossing Bermuda to directly harass the central star field. Although it seems to be containing the opponent, in fact, we must beware of Sheldon using Newton's jumping point as bait to set a trap for killing. While being restrained, we must also beware of being outflanked by the Jiepen, Suss and Dethik fleets and attacking the Longbow Galaxy.”…

"However, the initiative now lies in our own hands. We can definitely..." The fat man looked at Milan's confused face and gave an example: "Let's put it this way, suppose there is a passage now. There are ten doors, and a person is constantly opening the doors and running forward. If you want to interfere with him from behind, you have no other way except to pull his clothes, grab his hair, and use a smothering stick behind him to trip him up."

"Isn't this enough?" Milan said angrily.

"What if he turns around as soon as you get close?" Fatty asked, "Or what if he just keeps turning around?"

Milan was speechless.

"But when the passage is within the radiation range of Mars' free channel and we are in front, the situation is different." The fat man raised his eyebrows: "We can appear at any section of the passage he is planning to pass through. Harass him from the side and from behind. At the same time, we can also close the door in front and appear behind him when he is about to open the door, constantly interrupting his action of opening the door."

"Although the example you gave is terrible, I can understand it. However," Milan curled his lips and said in confusion: "Even if it is delayed for a month, what will it do?"

"A lot can be done in thirty days. The coalition forces assembled in Al-Aqsa Fortress can go south, the fourth batch of Chakna troops assembled in Hanking can also add more troops to Resk, and we can obtain the first place in the new space jump point technology. With the data and information at hand, Mars’ fleet can also be organized to rush to Leray..."

The fat man took a deep breath: "At the same time, we can also let some people see why Marshal Hastings chose the bandit army as the core. What can we do in front of Sobol's army!"

Facing everyone's gaze, he finally said slowly: "Perhaps this is the month that determines your fate!"

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Volume 10, Chapter 15 A fateful month.

Volume 10, Chapter 15 A Destiny Month

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