Chapter 64 The Key to the Battle

The office is quiet.

The young staff member's eyes were dull and seemed to have lost in the little girl's crisp eyes like a spring.

"Col." Sober's voice came from his ears. Moore shuddered and turned around quickly.

"Don't be surprised by what you see," Sober glanced at him and said calmly: "Maybe you've heard a legend about the empire having artificial intelligence."

Moore nodded mechanically.

This legend is not a secret. In fact, the Binalt Empire was defeated by the Feiyang Republic thirty years ago and began to take off miraculously more than 20 years ago. This legend has always existed.

No one is serious about this legend. Just like the UFO records in human history, those who believe believe it, and those who don’t believe it do not.

But now......

"I think you can get to know each other."

Moore followed Sober's gaze toward the porthole.

At that time, the fleet outside the window had just made a gap, and a golden light shone in front of the window. The light column was slanted like the holy light of heaven. The girl curled up on the sofa. The light column from the round porthole seemed to spread a circle of large golden skirt around her white dress.

Moore noticed that at some point, the little girl turned her head out the window again.

It seemed that from beginning to end, she lived in a beautiful still painting. She had never spoken to Sober, nor had she looked back at herself. Everything that just happened was just her own illusion.

However, Sober's voice came from his ears. Every word hit his heart.

"She is our legend."

Moore's breathing stopped suddenly. Blood suddenly came from his brain, and his mind buzzed, and it was blank.

"Her name is Little Girl, and it is the biggest secret of the Binard Empire. There are only eight people who know and confirm her existence." Sauber said, walked out from behind the desk and stood side by side with Moore, looking at the little girl, and said lightly: "You are the ninth."

"General." Moore turned his head and looked at Sober excitedly.

Beside him, Sober stood with his hands behind his back. The side with clear lines was like a marble sculpture like a knife and axe.

Moore had a kind of gaze who came and worshipped him. The man in front of him was the most precious and powerful general in the entire West Joseon military alliance, and a military genius recognized by the human world. Under his command, there were more than a thousand powerful generals and millions of soldiers!

But at this moment, he stood beside him and told himself such a major secret in such a relaxed tone.

As if he had noticed the excitement and gratitude of the young colonel, Sober smiled slightly, patted his shoulder lightly, walked to the sofa, gestured to Moore and said, "Sit."

Moore sat down as the little girl turned around and watched curiously.

The little girl looked at him curiously, and he also looked at the little girl. The young round-faced consultant looked no more mature than a child at this moment.

"Colin," asked Sober, "How did you guess that the bandits would set up ambush on the left wing?"

Moore sat upright, was silent for a moment, and replied solemnly: "General, to be precise, I did not draw this conclusion from our intelligence and deductions. The reason for making such a judgment is entirely based on my understanding of the combat style of the bandit army and my vigilance towards them."

"Well," Sober nodded and said thoughtfully: "You keep talking."

"Yes, General." Moore continued: "I analyzed all the battles of the bandit army, including the information we can find about them during the Mars*** waterway. I think the bandit army is not a cowardly and unwilling to take risks. In fact, this army is brave, tenacious, cunning, and most proficient in risk. This is their nature, a gene that has been born since their formation!"

"And this time, when facing my Western-European coalition, their performance seemed a little abnormal." Moore lowered his eyelids and looked at the coffee table in front of him with a faint look.

For him, the bandit army was the only factor that made him become a staff officer around Sauber and the biggest enemy to march into the southeast.

These days, he has devoted almost all his energy to understanding and analyzing the bandit army. The deeper he understands this army, the more he discovers the terribleness of this army.

This is an army that cannot be judged by deduction and experience.

Their combat power, ship technology, ferociousness and cunning are not something ordinary people can imagine. And most importantly, their legendary fat commander left too deep marks on this army. You will never even guess what these guys will do next.

They are cunning and despicable, yet brave and fearless. When you think they will choose to fight to the death, they will run away without hesitation. And when you think they will run away, there may be a trap that will make you crazy on your way forward.

He carefully used the words and continued to analyze: "From the situation of the Fei League, Hastings, who went south, was under heavy pressure, and the bandit army was more concerned. Whether it was for the officers and soldiers of the Fei League coalition or the people, an army that fled when they heard the news was obviously not worthy of respect!"

"But they still ran away." Moore couldn't help but smile bitterly. In fact, before that, he had always believed that the bandits would choose to drag Sober down south in some way. From Desik's Prometheus galaxy, to Hera galaxy, and then to Metis galaxy, and finally to this place. Along the way, he had thought that he would see the army at the next section or jump point countless times.

But every time, he was disappointed.

"Along the way, they had countless opportunities to attack us and drag us down the pace of going south. However, the sections and jump points suitable for combat were abandoned by them." Moore said: "When our army followed their steps to the Double Star Corridor and encountered the Fei Alliance coalition, I noticed the terrain of the Double Star Corridor. I suddenly realized that this was the battlefield chosen by the bandits!"

"So, do you judge that the bandits will do some work here?" Sober smiled satisfied.

"Yes, General." Moore nodded, "When our army and the enemy began to confront each other, I re-examined the bandits' route of operation."

He opened the recorder on his forearm, projected the electronic interstellar map on the coffee table in front of Sober, and pointed his finger at the retreat route of the bandits.

"I think that although the bandits seemed to be panicked all the way and had no time to stop. However, because they never met us from beginning to end, we could not monitor every warship of their warships. The bandits used their retreat to cover up a problem, that is, when everyone was laughing at them for fleeing in panic, they ignored that they actually had the initiative."

"As long as they are not entangled by us, they still have the initiative. They can choose to turn around to fight or continue to escape." Moore said word by word: "Of course, they can also choose to ambush!"

"Not bad!" Sober nodded, with an admiring look in his eyes. Even the little girl beside him looked at Moore with clear eyes and listened carefully.

"If we look at the progress of the Hastings fleet going south, the contradictions exposed within the Filipino League and the bandits' choice as the battlefield, I think the possibility of them setting up an ambush here is as high as 90%.

The more motivated Moore spoke, he became more and more confident: "The initial goal of this ambush fleet was not entirely our reconnaissance fleet. Their more important task was to restrain us here when the Filipino coalition failed to arrive in time. Moreover, I have reason to believe that this fleet had already left the main force when the main force of the bandit army was still in Metis and came here to set up an ambush first."

"Because the Filipino coalition arrived in time, the target of this fleet became our reconnaissance fleet." Sober and the little girl looked at each other and turned their heads to look at Moore: "Is that right?"

"Yes, General. If the Filipino fleet did not arrive, the bandits would not continue to retreat. They would try their best to deal with us. The attack on our reconnaissance fleet is just their mission without being exposed." Moore nodded and said, "But, General Brazier and our reconnaissance fleet have been confused by the coalition's unstoppable attack in the early stage."

"The idea is very clear." Sober stood up with a smile. He walked to the Skynet console and recalled the video of the bandits ambushing the fleet to siege the reconnaissance fleet in the West.

"Col. If you don't mind, I want to hear your evaluation of the combat effectiveness of the bandits in this battle."

"Of course, general!" Moore hurriedly stood up and walked to Sober. To his surprise, the little girl who had been curled up on the sofa also walked to him.

She raised her head, and her beautiful face was like a white ceramic doll under the light.

The virtual light curtain unfolding in the air once again showed a thunderous attack from the bandit army. Black bandit warships rushed out of the void and rushed into the group of reconnaissance fleets to kill. Although this was the second time I saw the same scene, Moore could not help but feel palpitations.

On the screen, two bandit destroyers are attacking the five single-shaped destroyers of the Siego destroyers from the flank. Although they are at a disadvantage in number, these two black bandit destroyers have repeatedly taken advantage of their high speed and agility, as well as precise movements, and have been taking the attack position first.

When the bandits activated the energy main gun at the bow of the ship again and again and fired at the West Journey battleship, the West Journey battleship was like a few clumsy bisons with sharp horns in the air, and could only turn their bloody bodies in vain, watching the target slip away from its own muzzle again and again.

A bandit destroyer redirected to the tail of a Sievan destroyer.

When the cunning hungry wolf quickly straightened the head of the ship and fired a dazzling white light, the Siyo destroyer, which turned left, could not escape the thirty-degree aiming area of ​​its energy main gun.

The result is unknown.

A big hole was directly opened on the left side of the Sijo warship near the tail. The power of the enhanced main gun with a caliber of more than 300 mm is no worse than that of an old battleship ship. Skynet computers can easily calculate the energy contained in it from the diameter and brightness of the ball of white light.

Looking at the main gun data jumped out of the screen, Moore couldn't believe it was launched by a destroyer.

Compared with warships of the same level as the bandit army, the SYO destroyer was completely at a disadvantage.

Whether it is the firepower, defense, speed, agility of the warship itself, or the tactics and positioning coordination between the warships, the two sides are obviously not on the same level.

On the other side not far away, a bandit warship consisting of two cruisers and four destroyers had already shot over a team of troubled Western Oklahoma warships. Their sailing route was so clear and so fatal in the chaotic group of warships.

Without looking at it, Moore also knew that when this bandit fleet moved horizontally to the left wing of the five Western Johor battleships entangled by two bandit destroyers, it was the time for these Western Johor battleships to be destroyed.

He also knew that if he was standing on the high command platform on the ever-changing battlefield at that time, he might never have imagined the tactical intentions of this bandit fleet that suddenly entered. Only in the video replay after the war, which was sorted, analyzed and marked, could he clearly see the navigation trajectory of the fleet.

It was a winding red line on the virtual screen. From the outside, it calmly passed through the gaps pulled open by other bandit warships and cut into the center. When the bandit warship formations were following this line, the surrounding Western Johor battleships were either just pulled away or just hit their muzzle.

And this line is just one of the countless interlocking lines in the tactical cooperation of the bandit army. Countless lines form a huge meat grinder, coldly stirring the SYO reconnaissance fleet into meat paste.

The three of them looked at the screen quietly. After a long time, Moore took a deep breath and said to Sober: "General, in my opinion, the combat effectiveness of the bandit army has exceeded that of any ace army in the world. Their only weakness may be their troops."

Sober was silent. After a while, he half-squinted his eyes and nodded thoughtfully: "It's right, this is their only weakness."

As he said that, he turned to look at Moore and suddenly said, "If I tell you that there is also an artificial intelligence in the bandit army, do you believe it?"

This sentence was like a bomb, shattering Moore.

The young round-faced staff member widened his eyes and looked at Sober blankly. In his mind, the precise tactical coordination and route of the bandit warship formation instantly emerged. At the same time, he also remembered the seemingly mindless conversation between Sober and the little girl when he just walked into the office.

He lowered his head.

The beautiful little girl quietly raised her face and stared at him.

In my ears, Sober's voice was echoing.

"This is not an ordinary war. However, no matter how special the war is, there are always some places, a time or someone, that are the key."

"And the key to this battle is to defeat the bandits." Moor stared into the little girl's eyes and took Sober's words unconsciously.

He murmured: "We must destroy the enemy's left wing at all costs!"
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