Chapter 113 Meeting (Nine)

In the study, it was quiet.

The dark brown wooden bookcases up to five meters high occupy half of the walls of the study. On them, they are neatly filled with various astronomy networks and family-based supercomputers... These can be substitutes for paper books, but in the end, they are still themselves, and no one replaces anyone.

In some aspects, human beings are extremely stubborn. Not a few people like to sit on a lounge chair, bask in the sun, hold a thick book, smell the fragrance of the book, immerse themselves in the comfortable viewing of flowers or the free flying of their thoughts.

The little brat is quite incomprehensible about this.

As a super intelligence that can wander around in human text messages that are even more vast than the universe, it really can't figure out why it is lying on a chair with a giant book that is not much smaller than its body.

Sighing, the little brat dipped a little "spit" in his mouth with his hands, turned the book in his hand over a page, maintained a standard reading posture, and looked up at Russell who was standing on the slidable escalator of the bookcase: "Brother...when will you set off, have you made up your mind?"

Russell was flipping through a reference book about interstellar navigation technology. After a while, he looked back at the little kid and put the book back to its original place: "Why, I'm in a hurry to leave here?"

"That's not," the little brat's fingers rubbed his white feet: "I'm afraid that the fat man can't hold back."

Seeing that the idiot who had no skin itching or athlete's foot for thousands of years had been gone, he took his fingers and put them under his nose, frowned, and sniffed, Russell couldn't help but smile and walked down the escalator. It was said that those who were close to the red and those who were close to the ink were black, but he really couldn't tell which one was darker, the little brat or the fat man... These two guys are all the public enemies of human beings' grace.

Walk slowly to the desk. On the silver-white desktop with ultra-light metal structure, the virtual screen of the central computer is quietly suspended. The interlaced light forms a interstellar map of the Longbow Galaxy, a route map of the Bermuda Channel and a combat plan containing the deduction process.

Russell stared at the virtual screen and couldn't help but sigh silently. He had seen these things on the screen many times, but he couldn't make up his mind after all.

This was a difficult decision.

The text part of the plan was transmitted by Tian Xingjian through the civil network.

Because all the civil network information of the Bermuda Galaxy is detected by the SYO Skynet. Therefore, this combat plan is so simple that there are only a few data and a few place names.

However, this is enough.

Over the past few days, through civilian networks, Russell had already understood what happened in the Longbow Galaxy. At the beginning, this information did not allow him to make any decisions based on it. For a commander, such information was too little and too inaccurate. Without professional military intelligence, using such information as the basis for decision-making was simply suicide.

However, once this information is combined with the Fatty’s plan, a chemical reaction immediately occurs. It is not difficult to deduce the Fatty’s entire plan based on Russell’s military literacy.

Obviously, Fatty initially wanted to use the sneak attack on the Longbow Galaxy by the Feiyang 19th Group Fleet to complete the meeting with the Tibetan Fleet. However, the emergence of the Binalt Empire fleet disrupted Fatty's plan.

Now, the Longbow Galaxy is still in the hands of the Feiyang Fleet, and there is still a process for the battle between the two sides. If the Tibetan Fleet wants to break through the Bermuda and the Longbow Galaxy and enter the main channel in the southeast, it must use the time difference between the Jiepeng Fleet and mobilize from the domestically to Bermuda. Otherwise, when the Feipeng Fleet collapses or leaves the Longbow Galaxy, and when the Jiepeng Fleet fills the entire Bermuda channel to the Longbow Galaxy, the Tibetan Fleet will lose this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

However, the entire plan has one of the most critical points.

That is, the Binard Empire fleet must be entangled or defeated! Otherwise, once the Tibetan Fleet is exposed, it is likely to face the encirclement and interception of the Siyo!

Needless to think about it, I know how shocked and angry they would be when Western Oct discovers hundreds of Lere battleships and breaks through the Bermuda hop point and moves towards the Longbow Galaxy.

It is certain that the Binalt Empire fleet will turn around without hesitation to block it. At that time, it will be a sandwich situation immediately. Even if you can contact the Feiyang fleet to attack the Binalt Empire fleet, the most dangerous thing in the hands of others is the Lele Fleet!

Russell dared not make a decision easily. He must be responsible for the hundreds of warships and more than 100,000 Lelei officers and soldiers he led. Any losses caused by irrational decisions are unacceptable for the entire Lelei nation.

These days, Russell's eyes always appear before his eyes, the Lerey elite politicians who handed the fleet to his own, the Gacharin people. They are the elites of this country, wise, open, visionary and courageous.

Many of these figures have disappeared. However, in Russell's mind, it was so vivid. It was a ray of hope shining in the end of troubled times. It was under the leadership of these elites that Lere has persisted until now. He could not let down such trust. This is already the last force of this country. If it is ruined here, then he will never forgive himself!

Russell never felt that his responsibility was so important. Since he learned about Hamilton's death, this responsibility has become increasingly heavy. Although Lere is not his motherland, this strong country is an indivisible part of his life.

He must be sure that the fat man can hold the Binard Empire fleet!

It was this question that made him hesitate. The strategic goals of the Feiyang fleet and their own position were already doomed to be unable to rely on. Only Fatty can complete this task. But even if Fatty defeated Mars, he would not be able to have an A-class fleet. His opponent was the Royal Elephant-class fleet of the Binalt Empire! This feeling was like hoping to give a pigeon egg, hoping that it could smash a huge rock!

No matter how you look at it, this plan also has a bit of a desperate gamble. If that is the case, it would be better than...

"Do you want to take advantage of the Longbow Galaxy to play lively, attack the central star field of Lerey and lead the fleet to the Newton Galaxy?" The sound of the little kid suddenly hit Russell's heart. He turned around suddenly.

"In terms of reason..." the little brat rubbed his feet unremittingly and said, "I agree with your opinion. After all, the fat man has always been in a mess. Who knows if he is sure this time... But when I look back, I think about it, I'm afraid that everyone has spent so much effort to build this fleet. I'm afraid I don't want you to bring back to the Newton Galaxy and go on the old path before?"

Russell sat down quietly in the office chair without saying a word.

He understood the reason and mission of this fleet more than anyone else. Although Hamilton did not mention it in his speech in Congress, it was clearly written in the secret report of the Supreme Command that this was a fleet that was finally established to preserve Lerey's hope of being established, and also to cooperate with Professor Boswell's interstellar jump point technology.

Survive in the gap between Sjog and the Fiord Alliance. Wait until the victory of the Fiord Alliance, or until the maturity of Professor Boswell's interstellar jumping technology, and thus become the basis for Lere's re-emergence. This is the mission of this fleet!

In other words, the future of this fleet is to grow, rather than to consume unnecessary consumption in this war that Lere can no longer afford!

Since we cannot move backwards, we can only move forward. Hotan Yukino met and handed over this fleet and independent command to him was the wish of everyone, including Hamilton.

Since the coup, the supply fleet has been cut off, and there is little food and water left. The Tibetan Fleet must make a choice.

The past, like a movie clip, flashed through Russell's mind.

Whether in Milok, in Gacharin, or in Mars Freeport, the timid and fearful fat man, who looks honest and innocent, and has a wild mind, has never disappointed him.

Russell's hand reached towards the instant messaging button of the command system. Although he still couldn't figure out how the weak bandit fleet could defeat the Binalt Empire fleet in the asteroid belt that rolled in the light of the stars. However, he still decided to trust his students... the only student!

"As a logically rigorous artificial intelligence, do you believe so much in fat people?" Russell looked at the little brat and asked faintly before pressing the communication button.

The little brat closed the book, raised his baby's fat face, and under his curly hair, his big black eyes were full of helplessness: "Brother, that's the most fearless, shameless, and the most lucky fat man in the world. Since he dares to plan, it proves that he is sure."

"You're right!" Russell couldn't help but smile: "For the entire Fei League, this is a key battle. Although I can't figure out how he can win, I think that guy may create miracles again. What's more... and us!"

Outside the door, the footsteps of the staff on duty sounded.

Looking at Russell's interstellar map, the smile on his face gradually became colder: "...I want to defeat me, but I am not on the ranking of famous players, but I am ranked higher than me!"

In the early morning of September 9, 2063, the first column of the Flying Group Fleet of the Binalt Empire entered the longbow galaxy jump point, occupied the airspace of the jump point, and dispersed defense.

At 1 a.m., the reconnaissance ship exited to the middle section of the surrounding transition channel and the obstacle area to be alert.

At 3 a.m., the second column and the third column of the Feiling Fleet completed the jump one after another. After leaving a large group of warships to guard the jump point, the group fleet immediately followed Humphrey's order and advanced to the Blue Stone Star.

At 6:20, the three columns of the Feiyu Fleet completed the jump, joined forces with the first battalion of the remaining Feiyu Fleet Third Column, and slowly advanced towards Lanshixing.

At 10 a.m., the Binard Empire Fleet reconnaissance ship was the first to enter the Bluestone Starry Sky. After confirming that the Feiyang fleet stationed by Bluestone Star had left, they searched and advanced along the Feiyang retreat line and sent the message back to the fleet.

After receiving the information, Humphrey ordered the leading Flying Fleet to turn to Torrecles Star without hesitation.

At 11:25 a.m., the cruiser of the First Battalion of the Second Column of the Feiling Fleet [Karlsruhe] found a Flying fleet approaching at high speed on the back of a planet at coordinates 11502.74001.38325.6, and the captain sounded the alarm.

Five minutes later, the first wave of attack hit the head of the cruiser [Karlsruhe], and the warship suffered a heavy blow.

Without any preparation, this battle in the Southeast Longbow Galaxy gathered the attention of the entire human world and was destined to be recorded in history. In this way, it kicked off.

This is a long and congested interstellar channel.

The two obstacle areas almost overlapped together, with a passage in the middle that can be fully accessible, but only two million kilometers in a short distance.

The dust and gas of the universe permeate the entire channel. Looking around, there are clusters of colorful colors. The unpredictable gravitational reefs, excessive radiation and particle storms, and the high-speed floating asteroids make this channel look particularly dangerous.

Over the years, from Bluestone to Torrecles, countless spacecraft have become victims of this channel. Whenever I see the wreckage mixed in the asteroid belt, every navigator will warn himself not to repeat the mistakes of those spacecraft. However, every year, many spacecraft still crash here.

And now, this place has become a battlefield.

In the command room of the aircraft carrier [Oracle], the bandits and soldiers were silently looking at the huge virtual screen, the brown planet that occupied the entire screen. The Feiyang squadron and the forward brigade of the Binalt Empire were fighting fiercely with this planet as the background.

The warships were hovering at high speed. The warships on both sides formed a triangular attack formation. While maintaining distance and moving at high speed, they opened fire quickly.

The blue ionic light flow is like two groups of flying fireflies in the brown planets. The crisscrossing energy cannon light is much more dazzling than the flow of the ion propeller. When the light wire electric flowers gathered at the energy gun are suddenly ejected out, the entire universe is illuminated by this destructive light.

Margaret stared blankly at the virtual screen.

For her, such a small-scale battle is nothing. No matter how gorgeous it is, she has seen it.

But, she couldn't figure it out.

What method did the reconnaissance ship that used to use to lurk in the center of this battlefield... Yes, it was not a high-power optical shooting that was hundreds of thousands of kilometers away. It was almost a shooting next to both sides of the war.

In the closer picture, the faces in the porthole of the Binard Empire Fleet warship can be seen clearly.

She looked at the completely closed porthole of the [Oracle], turned her head and looked at the fat man.
Chapter completed!