"Your Excellency, you find that the main force of the Fei League fleet is moving at a high speed towards our fleet's defense line!"

The report from the staff member made Yuto Mikami, who was standing quietly in front of the electronic interstellar map, turn around. The short and thin star of the West Joseon general took the folder in the staff member's hand and looked at it. On his face, which was paler than before, he showed no slight voice, and nodded lightly and said, "I understand."

He watched the staff member leave with a fixed vision, as if he was thinking about something.

After a moment, he took a look at the interstellar map that had been marked with dense numbers, put down the electronic pen in his hand, turned around and walked towards the podium.

"Your Excellency!" General Suss Ulyanov followed Mikami Yuren and said hurriedly: "We arrange an oblique sweeping wing formation. Although we can carry out a certain degree of strike when the enemy breaks through the barrier zone, it is difficult to delay their pace. I suggest that we change it to a herringbone formation and prevent the Filipino coalition from moving south at all costs!"

Yuruto Mikami didn't say anything, but just walked slowly towards the podium as if he was walking, with his hands behind his back.

"Your Excellency Sanshang Youren!" Ulyanov suddenly became anxious.

"Admiral..." Yuori Mikami turned his head and looked at Ulyanov with some light brown eyes, motionless: "How many fleets can the Seus Empire send to reinforce Resk?"

Ulyanov was stunned and then suppressed his anger and said, "You should be very clear about the forces of the Suss Empire. The fleet currently sent is already all the power that the empire can bring out!"

"Can't take it out?" Yuruo Mikami continued to walk towards the podium and said lightly: "Jie Peng can't take it out either."

Ulyanov quickly followed and said anxiously: "General, I know that our troops are in short supply, but if the Fei Alliance successfully moves south to occupy the Lere Channel before General Sober, it will be a disaster for both of us! I think this is not the time to preserve our strength!"

"If General Sober needs us to hold the enemy back, we can make sacrifices," Yuto Mikami stood on the command seat, looked at the tactical computer, and said coldly: "But what if our sacrifice has the opposite effect?"

"The opposite effect?" Ulyanov was a little confused. He stood beside him in a daze, looking at Yuren Mikami, not understanding how the counter-effect could be achieved by dragging Feimeng.

"General! The enemy group fleet launches an attack and breaks through the middle lane!" The screams of the combat officer sounded in the command hall.

Look at the central screen of Yuren Sankan and Uriyangpiao Astronomy.

I saw countless small red dots on the radar, like a group of dense fish, swam quickly into the radar detection range. Immediately afterwards, the alarm sound of the fleet being attacked by electronics resounded through the warships. The officers and soldiers in front of Skynet quickly entered the battle with the roar of the electronic combat officers. For a moment, they could only hear various roars, screams, and system alarms.

After a while, the radar detection range was suppressed outside the obstacle area. The communication system, command system, and the fleet's Skynet coordination system were all interfered with. Even the computer fire control system of the main gun and the secondary gun was forced to start a backup semi-manual boot program.

"Humans always struggle between spears and shields," Yuto Mikami looked at the warning lights that jumped up and down at the same time in the electronic attack system and defense system, and shook his head: "The devil is one foot taller and one foot taller, and in the end they are just going to die together."

His fingers quickly moved and clicked on the tactical computer.

As commands were transmitted to the command computers of each warship captain through Skynet, only huge and majestic warships were slowly adjusting their heads in the dark starry sky. After a while, thousands of steel monsters had already pointed the main guns of the heads in the same direction.

"Break through the barrier area, there are sixty-five conventional tactics, more than one thousand tactical combinations, and more than a dozen unconventional ones," Yuto Mikami completed the work, suddenly turned his head and asked Ulyanov with interest: "Which type do you think Hastings will use?"

Ulyanov, who was about to continue the previous topic, swallowed the words in his mouth and shook his head: "I don't know."

"I know!" Yuruo Mikami smiled slightly.

"What kind of tactics is it?" Ulyanov asked, looking at the little famous general, unable to suppress his curiosity after all.

"In a head-on battle, the easiest thing to guess is the tactics of His Excellency Hastings. This is not how deep we are in his research. In fact, it is just because he will always use the least casualties and the most efficient one under the current situation," said Yuto Mikami. "So, I guess he will use the rotation tactics."

"Sunrise?" Ulyanov suddenly clenched his fists. On the screen in front of him, countless Western Joseon battleships had already launched a volley of the roar of the combat officer. The huge white light gathered together like meteors, pounced on the star dust fog that could not be seen at a glance in the obstacle area.

In the thick fog, the sharp edges and corners of a Fei League fleet had already vaguely emerged.

"Yes, sunrise!" Mikami Yuto's voice rang in his ears, "We have the opportunity to appreciate the most magnificent sunrise in this world!"

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A fine raindrop like cow hair floated in the sky.

Li Fo stood in the garden of a small building on the hillside, staring at the green mountains gradually shrouded in mist and rain in the distance, listening to the slight sound of the dripping water falling in front of the corridor hitting the small puddles on the ground, thinking about that year, his blond sister Barbara was wearing a white dress, holding a book in one hand and a snow-white umbrella in the other, walking towards him through the campus avenue.

Barbara was only nineteen years old at that time. Her beautiful and graceful figure looked like a goddess in the hazy drizzle. Every male student passing by would involuntarily pass her quickly, and then look back at her. Some people even looked at the girl wearing a blue floral hairband intently until she passed by, her head twisted so hard that she could no longer twist, and then stepped on the street.

Looking back at this moment, everything seemed to be like yesterday. It seemed that my sister had not left. It seemed that she would still walk from the raindrops that were blown by the wind, walk to her side, hold her arm, smile quietly on the surface, but her eyebrows and eyes were looking around, quietly spreading to every boy present, making everyone's eyes shine while whispering toads who were overestimating their abilities in their ears.

This is her arrogance in her bones. She does not belong to this world. She only thinks that women should be so beautiful that they are dazzling and arrogant.

She regards everything in the world as a toy, and treats all men except her brother as pigs and dogs.

She was playing in the world with all her heart, flowing her eyes, rippling her smile, and playing everything in the world with her beauty and wisdom.

Until she was touched by the fat man Lere's throat with a knife in the last game.

The heart was once again clenched by the grief's big hand. Li Fo mechanically took a step forward, left the big black umbrella in Gambier's hand, and walked into the drizzle. He waved his hand, indicating that Gambier didn't need to keep up, and then walked alone along the bluestone path to the edge of the pool with thousands of ripples on the water surface.

The pool paved with marble is only thirty centimeters deep. The water in the pond is clear. A group of small red and black fishes wander in the water. The black fish are like a large ball of hatred ink dripping. The red fish are like sad blood dripping into the water.

However, unlike the real blood ink, the fish here are always black, while the red ones are always red. They will never mix and blend like the hatred and sadness in their hearts at this moment.

The drizzle was cool and moistened the hair and shoulders.

Li Fo looked at the fish in the pool, while enduring the wounds cut by endless hatred in his body and mind, while digesting the news he had just received.

The news comes from two aspects.

First is the Metis galaxy of the Desik Empire. There, the Allied fleet led by Russell was in a row of battles with the Banning fleet.

From the bandits brazenly heading north to meet the enemy, sending surprise troops to attack the capital of Desic, to Banning giving up returning to aid and attacking Metis with all his strength, both sides fell behind a tough way to kill the chess.

Judging from the current situation, it is still difficult to tell the difference between the two sides' chips. Banning seems to have the upper hand in the military force. However, the bandit army has always been known for its cunning and crazyness, so it is difficult to guess what other tricks are there behind these guys. Maybe the surprise attack on the capital of Desik is just the beginning of a series of traps!

However.........Li Fo's mouth curled up a cold smile.

For him who is sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, no matter who wins or loses, it is a matter of celebration. The tougher the bandits resist and the more tragic the southeast fight, the happier he will be.

If the bandit army could create miracles with such a small amount of force and die with Sober, it would be great. That would prevent him from trying to create the image of the savior in the minds of the people, and one day he would not be able to help but lead the army to destroy the country where the fat man is!

Clenched his fists tightly, Li Fo forced himself to pull his mind out of his hatred for the fat man and his country and jump into another piece of information he received.

The news just received said that the Filipino coalition forces heading south had already started a war with the Sankan Youren fleet who were trying to block the war in the Golden Ring Snake Corridor two days ago.

Li Fo was not surprised by the outbreak of this battle. However, the time, scale, intensity and the entire process of the battle made him feel a little confused.

Judging from the intelligence, at the end of the Golden Ring Snake Corridor, what Sanshang Youren excluded was an oblique sweeping wing formation. Just like half of the wings of a fighter plane, he only guarded the right wing passage.

Such a formation obviously cannot have any effect in front of Hastings.

The old man who had been in the throne of Feiyang Military God for 30 years cracked the blocking formation of Sankan Youren with just one hour hand rotation tactic.

He ordered the three group fleets to form a pyramid formation and first enter the right wing of the obstacle zone.

This pyramid formation is like a angular gem in the endless void, attracting most of the firepower of the Sankan Youren fleet. After this gem, the main fleet of the Allied forces lined up into a long snake formation, hidden behind the pyramid formation, starting from the far end of the left wing, and rotating clockwise.

Clockwise breakthrough is a very difficult but quite simple and clear tactic.

If the slanted sweeping wing array of Mikaka Yuren is regarded as an oblique line from zero to two points, then the pyramid array arranged in front of Hastings is the axis of the center of the clock.

Since the central obstacle area is located at the position of the axis, before the Allied fleet moved to the nine o'clock position with the hour-hand needle composed of the long snake array, the competition between the two sides was only concentrated in the center of the pyramid formation.

After the middle-road fleet attracted the attention of the other party, the long snake formation of the word will break through nine points at a certain moment and appear in front of the Western Orange fleet in an extremely neat manner.

This critical moment of this tactic is called the nine o'clock sunrise in military terms!

It's like the junction of darkness and dawn.

When a red sun suddenly jumps out of the mountains, the endless darkness will dissipate in an instant, and thousands of golden lights sprinkle the earth, unstoppable!

This is a famous tactic that every fleet commander knows. It is also an extremely difficult skill in military command.

The tactics are not surprising, the key is the coordination of time and formation. These two points are the most difficult place for sunrise at nine o'clock. They rely heavily on the command ability of the fleet commander.

If the sunrise is too late, the pyramid formation fleet that is pretending to break through in the center will suffer losses, and the enemy will even see its own tactics. However, if the formation at sunrise is not well mastered, thousands of warships cannot coordinate and synchronize, and they cannot form firepower enough to counter or suppress the enemy in an instant.

In the world, a military strategist who can accurately grasp the nine-point sunrise and allow the fleet to attract the opponent's firepower in the center, may even be able to count it like a red sun. When most other people use this tactic, they can only be called lighting the light at most!

However, this is obviously an issue that does not need to be considered for the God of War Hastings.

The battle lasted less than three hours and ended with nearly equal casualties between the two sides. Yuto Mikami quickly gave up the blocking and withdrew from the Golden Ring Snake Corridor.

Li Fo was silent in front of the pool.

He knew that when any commander saw this battle report, he would probably feel powerless from the bottom of his heart like himself.

It's like a person facing a towering mountain.

This is the horror of Hastings, and this is why he dominated the throne of the military god for thirty years without anyone being able to challenge it! As long as he wants, he can defeat you head-on with the most conventional tactics you know. There is no need for conspiracy, no need for tricks, and no need for overwhelming military strength advantage.

Because, you can never do better than him!

Looking at the fish in the pond for a while, Li Fo's eyes gradually narrowed.

Yuto Mikami so simply admitted his failure not only because of the collapse of his fleet at 9:00 on the sunrise of Hastings. In fact, if he had adopted a herringbone formation with two wings flying behind the obstacle zone, Hastings would not have made such a quick breakthrough.

On the surface, Yuren Sankan had enough reason to preserve his strength, but for some reason, Li Fo always felt that there was something wrong with this. At this time, Emperor Su and Emperor Jie were probably more concerned about whether they could delay Hastings's time to move south until Sober opened the Lere Channel?

Li Fo thought quietly for a while, and suddenly shouted, "Gambier!"

"General." Gambir quickly walked to Lifo.

"Contact us now on Marshall, Secretary of Defense of the Republic of Ryan!"

As soon as Li Fo finished speaking, he suddenly saw Soze, who was in charge of the defense line of Ryan, walked through the path under the courtyard and hurried towards him.

"General!" As soon as Soze walked to Li Fo, he lowered his voice and said hurriedly: "Just just received the news, Siyo suddenly gathered a large number of fleets to attack the Catalan galaxy, and the jumping point has been lost!"

Li Fo's heart suddenly sank!
Chapter completed!