Chapter 61: Reassurance

Fisichella, the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, looked quietly at the Buick Blue Star outside the bridge, his thin lips pursed tightly, making his somewhat thin face look very cold.

On the huge screen of the central information station, one giant transport ship after another has broken away from the escort of the cruiser, and slowly assembled below the fleet from behind the battleship.

Six Blue Whale-class giant transport ships and three Mammoth-class giant transport ships can carry Feiyang armored troops and materials, enough to establish a foothold on any planet in the southeastern region of the human interstellar map.

"The 17th Fighter Squadron returns... The 20th Fighter Squadron dispatches. Open return channel No. 6..."

"Landing point No. 7, cleaning information reception."

"Landing point No. 1 needs support, Ninth Squadron. Please go immediately, area coordinates..."

There was a busy scene in front of the central console. The officers of the space carrier were coordinating the space fighters flying around like bees outside the portholes.

These fighter planes carrying out the mission of opening up landing points must eliminate all possible threats to the giant transport ship before it enters the atmosphere. This work has come to an end. Under the attack of Feiyang's advanced space fighters, the Desik Empire

The air defense force left in Buick Blue was too weak.

After losing their air defense and air mobility capabilities, the only thing Desik's ground forces could do was to strengthen defense deployments in every important city. Apart from that, they were powerless against the final landing of the Fifa League troops.

On the virtual screen of the central console, the giant transport fleet has gradually gathered and taken shape. The last few cruisers surrounding them have also slowly left and returned to the fleet formation. After a while, as the electronic early warning aircraft inspected the landing point,

After the inspection of the cleaning battle is completed, these giant transport ships will break into the atmosphere and perform landing.

Fisichella's mind did not seem to be on the upcoming landing operation. His fingers tapped gently on the armrest of the large commander's chair, one after another. Like the pendulum of an old-fashioned mechanical clock,

The rhythm is monotonous and regular.

"General!" The military staff officer in charge of the space fighter's fixed-point cleaning mission stood in front of Fisichella and reported: "The cleaning of the seven landing points has been completed, the electronic early warning aircraft has carried out verification, and the cleanliness of the passage is A level."

"Yeah." Fisichella seemed to have just come back to his senses. He frowned slightly, but still tapped his fingers lightly. After a while, he pressed the communicator: "Did the radar detect it?

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"No, General!" The voice of the intelligence coordinator in charge of radar monitoring came from the communicator: "It's quiet all around. But..."

Fisichella asked: "Nothing."

The intelligence coordination officer said: "There is still a meteorite belt around the No. 3 resource planet that cannot be detected by radar. We have sent an electronic ship and a small team of fighters there, and we will get the news soon."

"Resource Planet Three?"

As Fisichella's finger passed over the interstellar map, the interstellar map showing the entire Little Pyrenees Galaxy rapidly shrank and changed. The Buick Blue Star System quickly emerged.

The No. 3 resource planet mentioned by the intelligence coordination officer is located in the A-series airspace closest to the Buick Blue planet. It is located on the same spiral arm of the Little Pyrenees galaxy as Buick Blue. In that star system with sixteen planets

Among them, Resource Planet No. 3 is the largest planet among them, with a volume equivalent to three hundred times that of the Buick Blue Planet.

Although it is named a resource planet, the actual exploitation of resources is concentrated on the six satellites of Resource Planet No. 3. Because the resources of the main star are not abundant, and mining is extremely difficult. Putting aside gravity and magnetic fields,

, the most troublesome thing is that to land on the main star, you must pass through a circular meteorite belt.

When the three-dimensional view of the vast meteorite belt of Resource Planet No. 3 appeared in front of Fisichella, he stood up suddenly: "Where is the electronic ship?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded in the huge mothership command room. A major in charge of communications suddenly grabbed the document handed over by the officer in front of the central information desk and ran quickly to the headquarters.

The console reported: "General, we found that three Dexik mixed fleets suddenly jumped five thousand kilometers behind our fleet. They are approaching at full speed."

"Five thousand kilometers?" Although Fisichella's face darkened, the military staff officer who had been standing beside him waiting for instructions couldn't help shouting.

A fleet, even in the densest formation, will travel nearly a hundred kilometers. And five thousand kilometers, between two warring fleets, is almost the same as no distance!

After the interstellar jump, if no braking is performed, the ship can maintain the third cosmic speed, which is a lightning-fast speed of 16.7 kilometers per second, thousands of kilometers per minute. The distance of 5,000 kilometers will be completely covered in a few minutes.

disappear.

This is a fatal threat to the joint expeditionary fleet that is basically at a standstill. "Are the Dexiks crazy? How did they get our precise coordinates?" the shocked military staff couldn't help shouting.

No wonder he exclaimed, you must know that in this era, due to the high speed and braking distance requirements of ship jumps, a jump must be carried out with precise coordinates. Even if this coordinate is based on the minimum requirements, it must be within a diameter of 10,000 kilometers.

, avoid any space objects, including planets, battleships, meteorites, etc.

Now, the Desik fleet has actually jumped to a place five thousand kilometers behind the expeditionary force fleet. This kind of jump is completely life-threatening! And the premise of this desperate jump is that the Desik people know that the expeditionary force fleet is at a certain location.

The exact coordinates of the time in Buick Blue Outer Space!

"Everyone enters combat mode. First, the fourth fleet accelerates to leave, and the second, third, and fifth fleets turn to attack on the spot!" Fisichella's voice was surprisingly calm: "The transport fleet breaks through the atmosphere! All aircraft carriers release fighter jets

formation!"

He stared at the silver-white meteorite belt on the electronic map, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "This is a battle that has nothing to do with victory or defeat, but a matter of life and death. You die, I live!"

"Wonderful!" Hall stared at the pictures sent back from the frontline battleships on the virtual screen, his eyes cold and hot.

This is the fleet of an established military power! Several fleets of the Fei Alliance Expeditionary Force did not panic at all when faced with the almost desperate jump of the Dexik fleet! The huge fleet was like a chrysanthemum blooming in the night sky, with wisps of threads

Stretch out.

Efficient, concise, coordinated and precise.

The well-trained Feiyang and Lane fleets showed at this moment their interstellar military prowess. Every battleship knew its position, knew at what angle and in which direction at what speed to separate and converge.

The 1st and 4th fleets in the middle of the expeditionary force fleet are moving forward at high speed. The densely packed battleships are spraying blue light from their tails. During such a high-speed advance, the distance between ships is still maintained to an accuracy of meters.

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The other two Fei Alliance fleets on both wings were like a group of sardines encountering predators. The school of fish completely dissipated in an instant. After just a few minutes of seemingly chaos, these warships gathered together again.

Once, they were already behind the central fleet, facing the approaching Dersik fleet.

Even the old-fashioned Gacharin fleet mixed among them has become neat and efficient under the leadership of these powerful Fiji ally ships.

This time the change was perfect!

Hall hesitated. Would a commander leading such a perfect fleet step into Desik's hunting trap so hastily?

However, now the arrow is on the string and has to be fired. On the screen, the giant transport fleet covered by the Fei Alliance fleet is still approaching the Buick Blue Space Layer. Hall can clearly feel Fisichella from their movements.

Self-sustaining force!

"The Sixth and Seventh Mixed Fleets advance with all their strength! The Twelfth Fleet launches a surprise attack, and fighter planes intercept the transport ships. The Second, Ninth, and Thirteenth Fleets make jumps! The attack begins!" Hall ordered: "Order the special fleet. Implement Mo.

Ziqi’s landing!”

"Destroyed Reinhardt's four divisions head-on and continued to expand the results?" Douglas suddenly raised his head and looked at the military staff officer who broke into the military meeting in front of him.

In the frontline headquarters of the Southeast Expeditionary Force Mozchi Theater, all senior commanders in the mainland, including Gordon, Heilig, and Feiyan's six division commanders, were stunned by the news. They looked at each other, looking at each other.

, I read the same disbelief that I felt in my heart.

The military staff officer in charge of the report was a young Major Feiyang. From the time he got this battle report to the current report, his heart was beating violently, and his voice was always trembling. It was a kind of crawling...

The excitement ran down my spine.

"Yes, General Douglas." The major quickly stuffed the electronic files in his hands into the central computer. Under his flying fingers, the virtual screen of the central information platform appeared on the virtual screen of the central information platform, aerial photos, radar maps and data of the long-term post battle situation.

A simulation of the battle situation produced by the battle report.

These pictures with very different scenes have the same direction. From the pictures and data, it can be clearly seen that in front of the temporary infantry defense line where the long line of posts has been compressed to a dangerous level, the newly-formed 19th of the Ilerai people

The two armored divisions with the main force of the division are rapidly regaining the previously lost positions with thunderous momentum.

In front of the two armored divisions' pincer attack, tens of thousands of Rhine Group troops were fleeing in panic. The entire rout, under the driving pursuit of the Lere people, had already shown a completely uncontrollable collapse.

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Without the major saying anything else, the commanders gathered in front of the central information desk could not help but burst into wild cheers! Everyone forgot their identity, they jumped up like children, waved their fists, and high-fived

Celebrate!

This kind of situation has been what the senior commanders who lead the main force of the expeditionary force have been dreaming of these days! What they want is such a situation in the Eastern Front Battle.

But they never expected that before the eastern front, which had concentrated ten of the most elite armored divisions in the Mozchi theater, had made a breakthrough, the western front defense, which had always been regarded as the biggest concern in this battle, would actually achieve such a brilliant result.

Results.

Since the sudden withdrawal of the expeditionary fleet, everyone has understood that the Mozic War Zone is not the main battlefield in Fisichella's mind. The good and bad here are just a pawn in the layout of the Little Pyrenees.

Where did the fleet go? What happened to the twelve elite armored divisions and two Leon Republic fleets stationed on the planet Minsk? The minds of these division commanders in Feiyang couldn't be more clear. The battle of Mozchi has begun.

When it comes to the role it should play in the entire Battle of the Little Pyrenees, whether it can be won, and whether it can preserve its vitality until the dust of the war has settled, you can only rely on yourself.

However, air power can now only be supported by a small number of land-based fighters of the Independent Army. And now, under the full management of the Stephen Group, it has become a meat grinder. The competition between the two sides has reached a fever pitch. Three days ago

As soon as we attacked, three elite armored divisions launched a frontal attack, and two armored divisions made a detour on the outside. They couldn't even advance an inch. They were dragged here!

The expeditionary force was having a hard time, and Stephen was also having a hard time fighting. If it weren't for the additional fortifications and constant investment of troops, Stephen would not have been able to hold on until now. The battle loss ratio of his troops was much higher than that of the elite armored divisions of the expeditionary force.

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The battle has ended like this. What we need now is time!

Douglas asked Fatty Natian if he wanted five days. At this moment, there were less than seventy hours left. This time was like a rope strangling the neck. It was twisting in bit by bit, making these anxious commanders restless!

Once the Western Front cannot hold out, or the Eastern Front fails to take control within five days, it will increase its losses. When Reinhardt marches his troops directly to Plisk, seizes the logistics base, destroys the land-based airport and missile base, and cuts off the retreat,

Without joining forces with Stephen for a pincer attack, the main force of the expeditionary force could only travel north and south on its own.

After learning that Reinhard had used his main force to press the long-distance border posts, the defense on the Western Front had become a big stone hanging in the hearts of every senior commander of the expeditionary force. They didn't know when the entire campaign would be destroyed because of the Western Front.

The land was lost and destroyed.

Today, the operational meeting held by the frontline headquarters, in addition to studying the attack on Kacuo, the most important topic is to transfer one armored division and three infantry divisions from the currently stretched eastern front forces to return to the long-term posts.
To be continued...