The fat man sat obediently beside Hastings, pricked his ears, opened his eyes wide, and listened carefully.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered his student days many years ago.

At that time, I was still an inconspicuous fat man, sitting in a spacious and bright classroom. The campus outside the window was covered with green trees. Students with books and professors walked calmly through the shade. In summer, cicadas were chirping, and white track lines on the red track line extended to the dormitory building in the distance. The sun was shining brightly, shining on the lawns and on the leaves of trees. There was a kind of fiery tranquility.

The surround sound in the classroom is always so clear and there is no impurity. On the podium, the gray-haired professor pointed at the virtual teaching light curtain with an electronic teaching stick, and his voice was suffocating. The students beside him looked different in the afternoon of a difficult afternoon, and they looked indifferent, either whispering to each other, or lying on the desk to sleep. When they study well, they are fully focused, and the expressions on their faces are almost holy and pious.

At that time, I was just a fat man with neither high or low grades, no jealous life experience, nor an outstanding appearance.

Cowardly, not motivated, and have no idea of ​​making any moves, let alone planning for the future. Every day, you are slid past the overlords of the school with your eyes down, and laughed at every guy you can't afford. The greatest pleasure is to stand in the aisle and look into the chest of a girl in a dress, or go home to sort out her own pornographic magazines and inflatable dolls, burn the floor and calculate the arrival time of the latest limited edition dolls you ordered.

Occasionally, I would stand alone in the crowd, quietly watching An Lei in the spotlight. I watched her laugh with her classmates, her long hair fluttering, and at the party where the lights were blurred and laughter, she would dance like an elf, conquering everyone.

These seem to be all in my student life.

Calm and restless, full of the odor of adolescence, reverie, sweat, sunshine and longing.

At that time, I never dreamed that one day the war would break out, the city would be destroyed, and I would become a soldier, working hard for that careless life on the battlefield filled with smoke and fire.

I would never have thought that after leaving school for many years, I would sit next to Marshal Hastings, the god of the Fyyang military, and take such a class.

In front of me, the semicircular silver-white central podium exudes a soft metallic luster. Three huge tactical computer home screens, dozens of small screens of different colors and sizes, are also divided into different system terminals, floating on them.

Through this podium, the fat man can understand everything about the fleet clearly and intuitively.

The deployment of troops, the situation of Skynet electronic confrontation, the proportion of fleet combat losses, and even the current specific situation of each warship are all clear and clear.

The fat man knew that the central command platform was a chessboard. These steel fleets that had exhausted their last resources were chess pieces in the chessboard.

Hastings sat on this side of the chessboard, and Sober was on the other side of the chessboard! They were the gods of this star field. Each of their instructions would determine the life and death of dozens or millions of soldiers on both sides of the chessboard!

This class is more than a thousand pounds!

The atmosphere became increasingly tense as the distance between the Lecht fleet and the Sijo fleet approached.

Because Sober invested far more troops in the left-wing war zone than other war zones, and also because of the importance of the left-wing war zone, the Fei League generals in the command hall paid far more attention to the left-wing war zone than the middle and right wings.

"Tactical command is not as mysterious as imagined." Hastings, who seemed to feel the fat man's nervousness, stared at the screen, turned around and said to the fat man.

"Whether you want to defeat the enemy or block the enemy, what you need to do is just to choose the corresponding formation and tactics based on the battlefield situation. These formation tactics are available in military textbooks. They are all classic works that have been tempered by wars for thousands of years. It is not difficult to master it, but the difficult thing is to use it."

"War after formation, is the constant and wonderful use of military tactics? "

The fat man quickly remembered a sentence he saw when he was studying in Gary Palan's laboratory.

"Yes." Hastings nodded in praise and said, "The space fleet is difficult to fight, and it is simple to say. It is difficult because the battle on the ground is plane, while the battle in space is three-dimensional. The battle on the ground, whether it is a mecha or a fighter, can draw a war plan as long as the ground is used as the ground. However, in space combat, warships can soar at will."

As he said that, Hastings asked the fat man: "Can you play three-dimensional chess on a two-dimensional plane chessboard?!"

The fat man shook his head quickly, his cheeks almost flew out.

The sense of direction cultivated by humans on earth is the biggest obstacle for ordinary people to understand space combat. Although many interstellar floor plans have been drawn for this habit of human beings, it is a map. No one can compress a space battle onto a floor plan.

If a human commander wants to command operations, he must abide by the space rules of space!

"It's really simple to say it's simple." Hastings smiled faintly and said: "Although the battlefield is a universe and the terrain is more complex than the ground, because of the preciousness and rareness of warships, every space battle will have a far greater impact on the forces and resources of both sides than the ground.

A space warship, even a basic frigate, is thousands of times more precious than a soldier or a mecha. Therefore, no country can invest in countless combat units in space like the ground.

The small number of combat units, coupled with the frequency of the fleet's combat, lasts much longer than ground combat, so the battle between space fleets is controllable. You cannot control a soldier to dodge bullets and specify his shooting target and running route, but you can control almost all the details of a warship and a fleet in combat, including navigation routes, steering angles and volley time."

Hastings said this, took a short break and said slowly: "So, space combat is also called [detailed battle]. The commander needs to penetrate the command into every detail of the fleet and warships."

The fat man listened carefully.

Although what Hastings said is the most basic knowledge for a military academy command cadet with the most ordinary qualifications, it is brand new to Fatty. These things, whether they are Russell who only conducts case analysis and only guides him to think, or Margaret who once gave some standardized instructions in the command game [Decisive Thousand Miles], have never been said.

"Fighting in detail." The fat man murmured the sentence.

Hastings said: "For thousands of years, the tactics of the space fleet have become a relatively fixed system. Just like the formation in the cold weapon era, it is like playing chess. As long as you master the fixed pattern and study the changes of these fixed patterns in depth, you will find that no matter where your opponent places the chess, there are always corresponding fixed pattern changes for reference. Of course, fixed pattern is not omnipotent. We cannot master all the fixed patterns, and we cannot know the countless changes that appear."

As he said that, he said to the fat man: "Your bandit fleet is an example of breaking tradition."

The fat man was grinning and he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

"The fixed pattern is dead, and the human being is alive. When the two sides face each other, they compare who can use tactics to crack the other side more flexibly," Hastings said. "But if you want to use it flexibly, you must first master these fixed pattern!"

On the command screen, the distance between Lecht's Phantom First Fleet and the enemy was getting closer.

The fat man could clearly see that the five double-headed Eagle A-class fleets under Lecht were arranged in standard triangular assault formations. Their battleship main array is located in the rear, in parallel. The driving patrol cluster forms a large triangle in front with a smaller triangular assault formation.

The five A-class fleets were like five fighter jets casting shadows on the undulating ground in the sun, sticking to the Philosopher and facing the enemy.

"What I teach you now is [Welcome to the Enemy]. This is the general term for all the tactics I have in the first stage of the fleet's combat."

Hastings stared at the screen tightly, his eyes moving with the movement of the warship. On the other hand, he raced against time to teach the fat man. However, even if the situation seemed tense, his voice was slow and clear, as if he wanted to imprint every word into the fat man's mind.

"Whether it is a sneak attack or a head-on battle, the fleet will try its best to suppress the opponent's firepower, seize the attack position, and maintain the formation when encountering it, thus laying the foundation for the subsequent battle.

There are many cases of war in history where a fleet of one side is suppressed by the enemy in the beginning, and thus gradually falls at a disadvantage in the subsequent battles and eventually loses the battle. Therefore, how to suppress or avoid being suppressed by the enemy in the early stages of the battle is a knowledge that a commander must study and master."

While speaking, the fleets of both sides on the screen were less than three thousand meters away.

Through the hypervisual instrument, the fat man could clearly see the oncoming Western Order fleet.

At the forefront are three Siyo Group fleets, with a total of nine A-class fleets. Like Lecht's five A-class fleets, they also use a standard triangular assault formation. The main formation of the battleship is located behind the fleet, and in front is a high-speed rushing parade formation.

"Fatty! See clearly!"

When the fleets of both sides had entered a strangle distance of 3,000 kilometers, Hastings' fingers quickly clicked on the tactical computer screen. The airspace in his point spread like water splashed. Dozens of coordinates suddenly appeared in front of the route of the deporting patrol formation, and it was immediately transmitted to the Lecht fleet through the tactical computer.

"[Wolf Pack] Tactics," Hastings pressed the communicator switch and ordered: "The main battleship formation, volley! Open fire!"

On the screen, the main array of the five Phantom Fleets of battleships burst out with a dazzling white light. The direction of the fleet ahead also changed towards the rippling coordinates on the tactical computer screen!

In the white light, a group of pilot patrols, like wolves walking side by side on the wasteland, dispersing left and right when encountering prey.

The fat man held his breath.

He saw that when the Lecht fleet was launched, the Sijo fleet also changed.

The main battleship formation fired almost at the same time!

The expedition and patrol formation that dispersed almost at the same time!
Chapter completed!