Counterfeit Hero

Due to some reasons, a large number of users suddenly cannot open the web page to visit this site today. Please book friends to remember the domain name www.mtlnovel.com (the first letter of literature + org dot com, mtlnovel.com) to find the way home!

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

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

At that time, he was still an obscure fat man, sitting in a spacious and bright classroom. The campus is shaded by trees. The students who wrote books and the professor who walked calmly passed by under the forest. Summer cicadas are crying, and the white runway lines on the red runway extend to the dormitory building in the distance. The sun was shining brightly, shining on the lawn of the stadium and the leaves of the trees. There is a fiery silence.

The surround sound in the classroom is always so clear. No impurities. On the podium, the gray-haired professor pointed at the virtual teaching light curtain with an electronic pointer, and his voice faltered. The classmates beside me had different looks in the afternoon, and it didn’t matter if they had a bad look. If you study well, you will concentrate on it. The expression on your face is almost holy and pious.

At that time, I was just a fat man with low grades, no eye-popping experience, and no outstanding appearance.

Cowardly, do not seek progress, there is nothing to get the ideal, let alone plan for the future. Every day, he glanced past the overlords of the school with low eyebrows and smiled to every guy he couldn’t afford. The greatest fun is to stand in the aisle and look into the chest of a girl in a dress, or else go home and sort out your **** magazines and inflatable dolls.

Occasionally, he would stand alone in the crowd and quietly look at An Lei under the spotlight. Watch her and her classmates laugh, watch her long hair flying, watch her dance like an elf at the party where the lights are blurred and laugh and conquer everyone.

These seem to be all in their student lives.

Calm and restless, full of adolescent hormones, reverie, sweat, sunshine and longing for the smell.

At that time, I could not dream of myself. One day war would break out, the city would be destroyed, and I would become a soldier, desperate for that casual life on the battlefield filled with smoke.

I would never have thought that, after leaving the school for many years, I would sit next to Marshal Hastings, the **** of the army, and take such a lesson.

In front, the semi-circular silver-white central podium exudes soft metallic luster. Three huge tactical computer main screens, dozens of small screens with different colors and different sizes also belong to different system terminals, suspended on it.

Through this podium, fat people can clearly and intuitively understand all the information about the fleet.

The deployment of troops, the situation of Skynet ’s electronic countermeasures, the proportion of fleet battle losses, and even the current specific conditions of each battleship are all clear and clear.

Fat people know that this central podium is a chess board. The steel fleet that these humans have exhausted the last resources is the **** in the chessboard.

Hastings sits on this side of the board, and Sauber, on the other side of the board! They are the gods of this star field. Each of their instructions will determine the life and death of tens of millions of soldiers on both sides of the board!

This lesson weighs more than a thousand!

The atmosphere became more and more tense as the distance between the Lecht Fleet and the Sioux Fleet approached.

Because Sauber invested far more in the left-wing theater than in other theaters, and because of the importance of the left-wing theater, the Filipino generals in the command hall paid more attention to the left-wing theater than the center and the right.

“The tactical command is not as mysterious as you might think.” Hastings, who seemed to feel the tension of the fat man, staring at the screen, turned back and said to the fat man.

“Whether you want to break the enemy or block the enemy, all you need to do is choose the appropriate formation and tactics according to the situation on the battlefield. These formations and tactics are in the military textbooks. It has gone through thousands of years. The classic work of the coming war. It is not difficult to master it, but the application is difficult. “

“Fighting after battle, the art of warfare, the skill of using it, is one mind?”

The fat man quickly remembered what he saw in Gary Palan’s laboratory when he studied command.

“Yes.” Hastings nodded approvingly, saying: “Space fleet combat is difficult, simple and simple. It is difficult because the battle on the ground is flat, while the battle in space is Three-dimensional. The battle on the ground, whether it is a mech or a fighter, can be drawn on the ground as long as the ground is used. In space combat, the warship can soar arbitrarily. “

With that said, Hastings asked the fat man: “Can you play a three-dimensional chess on a two-dimensional board?”

The fat man shook his head quickly, his cheeks flicked away.

The sense of direction cultivated by humans living on earth is the biggest obstacle for ordinary people to understand space operations. Although many interplanetary plans have been drawn for this human habit, that is a map. No one can compress a space battle into a plan.

Human commanders must follow the rules of space if they want to direct operations!

“It’s simple, but it’s really simple.” Hastings smiled faintly: “Although the battlefield is a cosmic space, the terrain is more complicated than the ground, but because of the precious and rare warships, every space battle will be against The forces and resources of both sides have a far greater impact than the ground.

A space battleship, even a basic frigate, is thousands of times more precious than a soldier or an armor. Therefore, no country can invest as many combat units in the space as the ground.

The small number of combat units, coupled with the battle frequency and duration of the fleet is much longer than the ground battle, so the battle between the space fleet is controllable. You can’t control a soldier to dodge bullets, stipulate his shooting target and running route, but you can control almost all the details of a battleship and a fleet in battle. Including sailing route, steering angle and volley time. “

Hastings said here, took a short break, and slowly said: “Therefore, space combat is also called [detailed combat]. The commander needs to deepen the command into every detail of the fleet and battleship.”

The fat man listened carefully.

Although Hastings said this, it is the most basic knowledge for even the most common military commander, but it is completely new to fat people. These things, whether it is Russell who only conducts analysis of the game and only guides his thinking, or Margaret who once pointed out some of his normative commands in the game of [decision to win thousands of miles], never talked about it.

“Detailed battle.” The fat man muttered this sentence.

Hastings said: “For thousands of years, the tactics of the space fleet have become a relatively fixed system. Just like the formation of the cold weapon era, it is also like playing chess, as long as you master the stereotypes and study in depth With these changes in formulas, then you will find that no matter where your opponent puts the chess, there are always corresponding changes in the formulas for reference. Of course, the formulas are not omnipotent, we cannot master all the formulas, let alone You may know the countless changes that have occurred. “

He said to the fat man: “Your bandit fleet is an example of breaking the tradition.”

The fat man’s mouth twitched, inevitably a little proud.

“Formulas are dead, and people are alive. The two sides play against each other, who can use tactics to crack each other more flexibly,” Hastings said: “However, if you want to use them flexibly, you must first master these formulas! “

On the command screen, Lecht’s Phantom One fleet is getting closer and closer to the enemy.

Fatty can clearly see that the five double-headed eagle A-class fleets under Lecht are all arranged in a standard triangular assault formation. Their battleship main array is in the rear, lined up in parallel. The driving tour group formed a large triangle in the front with a smaller triangle assault formation.

The five A-class fleets are like five fighter jets casting shadows on the undulating ground in the sun, affixed to Phobos, and facing the enemy.

“I am teaching you now, [meet the enemy]. This is the general term for all tactics in the first phase of my battle against the fleet.”

Hastings stared closely at the screen, his eyes moving as the battleship moved. On the other side, he was giving lessons to the fat man. However, even if the situation seemed tense, his voice was slow and clear, and he seemed to want to print every word into the fat man’s mind.

“Whether it is a sneak attack or a head-to-head confrontation, the fleet will try its best to suppress the opponent’s firepower when it encounters, seize the attack position, and maintain the formation. This will lay the foundation for the next battle.

There have been many battles in history in which a fleet was suppressed by the enemy in the beginning, and gradually fell into the disadvantage in the following battles and eventually lost the battle. Therefore, how to suppress or avoid being suppressed by the enemy in the early stage of a battle is a knowledge that a commander must study. “

Between speaking, the two fleets on the screen are less than three kilometers away.

Through the hyperopia, the fat man can clearly see the oncoming fleet of the West Rio.

At the forefront are three fleets of the West Rio Group, a total of nine A-class fleets. Like Lecht ’s five A-class fleets, they also use the standard triangular assault formation. The battleship main array is located behind the fleet, ahead of which is a high-speed rushing formation.

“Fat! Look clearly!”

When the fleets of the two sides had entered a strangulation distance of 3,000 kilometers, Hastings’ fingers quickly tapped on the tactical computer screen. The airspace he clicked on was rippling like water. Dozens of coordinates suddenly appeared in front of the patrol formation route, and immediately passed through the tactical computer to the Lecht fleet.

“[Wolf Pack] tactics,” Hastings pressed the communicator switch, ordering sensibly: “Battleship main array, salvo! Fire!”

On the screen, the main battle array of the five Phantom Fleet broke out a dazzling white light. And the course of the fleet ahead also changes to the rippling coordinates on the tactical computer screen!

In the white light, a branch-and-drive patrol formation, like wolves walking side by side on the wasteland, spreads out to the left and right when encountering prey.

The fat man held his breath.

He saw that when the Lecht Fleet was launched, the Naval Fleet also changed.

The battleship main battle volley launched almost at the same time!

The patrol formations spread out at almost the same time!

At this moment, the fleets of both sides fired head on. Like two blooming fireworks!

.

.

.

. (To be continued, if you want to know the future, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

If you like a counterfeit hero, please collect it: (www.mtlnovel.com) The literature update of the counterfeit hero is the fastest.