The atmosphere suddenly beca tense as the distance shortened.
Everyone knew that both Hanfrey and Douglas had already revealed their cards against each other.
If Hanfrey's flagship could hold out until his fleet returned, then he would be destined to win this battle. He could comfortably close ranks and then organize an attack on the Feiyang Fleet. But if he couldn't hold out and the bandit army managed to kill him within three minutes, losing the Commander and due to the rushed return causing Binart Fleet's formation to beco disorganized and elongated, they would likely be unable to form an effective organization. In that case, they would face devastating strikes from the Feiyang 19th Group Fleet behind them.
It must be noted, in that asteroid belt, lacking unified command and maintaining a complete formation, no matter how superior their numbers are, they simply can't defeat the trailing opponent with a well-ordered formation!
But does the Feiyang Fleet, who turned around swiftly for a high-speed charge at the first opportunity, have a chance to beat the drowning enemy?!
Including Douglas, not a single Feiyang soldier dared to hope for this. The current situation seed increasingly favorable to the Hanfrey Fleet!
Perhaps it was the deep impression from spotting bandit army aircraft appearing at the ti; after sending a new round of commands, Chief of Staff Pang Mingjian, as if driven by so mysterious force, glanced again at the virtual screen on the long-range viewer.
Just one glance, and his eyeballs couldn't move away anymore.
At that mont, all the blood in his body rushed into his brain, a sense of happiness far stronger than winning several billion Fei Yuan's jackpot overwheld him, made him feel short of breath!
On the screen, countless fighters were still flitting and hovering, countless energy cannon lights and missiles were intermingled and crisscrossed.
However, this dazzling light did not obscure a bizarre scene—a dozen warships with their ferocious prows sliced through the void, suddenly appearing less than two hundred kiloters from the Space Carrier fleet!
These ragged warships erged from the void in exactly the sa way as the bandit army's aircraft.
More importantly, the positions of each warship constituted a suffocating formation.
Luu Zecheng, formation!
The direction of the formation was precisely towards the slowly moving [Feiyu] Aircraft Carrier being pressed by the fighters!!!
Pang Mingjian opened his mouth wide, before he could scream out, he saw dozens of white lights flash past, and then his ears were filled with a thunderous cheer.
The entire fleet was in full frenzy!
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"This isn't tactics, it's the art of love!" Fatty said.
"The art of love?" Carl shook his big head, face full of confusion: "Fatty, I admit your battle plan is quite sexy, but what does this thing have to do with the art of love?"
"Life is like making love..." Fatty half-closed his eyes, licked his lips with his tongue, with a lascivious look: "Fighting is the sa! Let quiz you, how many steps are there in making love?"
On the Central Command Platform of the [Oracle] Space Carrier's Command Room, Fatty and Carl relaxedly stood by the arc railing, gesturing energetically.
In front of them, the gigantic main control platform's virtual screen displayed dozens of white lights, completely engulfing the [Feiyu] Aircraft Carrier along with the adjacent several warships. In the control room hall under the railing, bandit soldiers were bustling back and forth. On the command seat beside them, Fang Xiang, with eyes especially enchanting upon entering combat mode, coldly smirked as he operated the tactical computer, continuing to direct the battle. His ears were deaf to the two's conversation.
Margaret, nearby, was focusing on the central control platform, awaiting the battle results report while almost wishing she had a machine gun to spray these two idiots who still have the leisure to talk nonsense at this critical mont to death!
"How many steps?" Carl blushed, glanced at Cecilia who was seated at Fang Xiang's lower left and was intensely issuing combat orders, he replied bashfully: "Um, I'm not very familiar with that."
"I'm absolutely ashad for you!" Fatty gave a contemptuous look: "I won't teach you the complicated stuff, simply put — you need to flirt, have foreplay, get the feelings stirred up, then launch the final attack!"
"Oh oh!" Carl nodded heavily.
"See, how is this different from my battle plan?" Fatty said proudly: "First use three hundred fighters, strip her clothes. Then, gradually push her to the bed corner, relentlessly ravaging her until she's completely exhausted and on the brink of ecstasy, finally deliver a ruthless blow."
"Seems like..." Carl touched his chin and rolled his eyes, thinking for a long ti: "It truly is like that...."
"Shut up!" Fang Xiang frowned in annoyance, scolded.
The enthusiastically discussing duo jumped in shock, imdiately beca submissive, and quieted down.
"Battle result scan complete, confird, primary target lost combat ability and most mobility! Second, third, and fifth targets destroyed, fourth target lost combat ability, sixth target lightly injured, about to turn and flee."
"Not destroyed?!"
Fatty, Fang Xiang, Carl, and Margaret were simultaneously shocked.
Without the energy shield, under the combined assault of seven battleships and eleven cruisers by bandit army using Luu Zecheng Formation, only heavily damaged… What exactly is that Binart Aircraft Carrier made of?!
"What to do now?!" Fang Xiang cast a watery glance at Fatty's face.
Fatty looked at the virtual screen, at the Feiyu Aircraft Carrier already riddled with holes yet still slowly moving, suddenly felt a burst of heartache.
Sothing is definitely wrong.
Even if the firepower of the bandit army fleet wasn't entirely focused on the Feiyu Aircraft Carrier, it shouldn't be this way. You must understand that a Space Carrier without an energy shield, not to ntion being directly hit by nearly twenty energy main cannons, even if just attacked separately by several battleships, was enough to completely destroy it!
Looking up at the radar. The Binart's defensive fighter group was already infinitely close to the Central Combat Zone.
"Damn it! Keep attacking!" Fatty stomped in fury, exasperated: "All forces assault, ram them for ! Prepare cha, I want to board the ship!"
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