"I really like Sister Xiang's current look..." Cecilia was slowly turning the knob to adjust the radar screen size with one hand, while the other hand was swiftly tapping on the computer's virtual keyboard. She would occasionally sneak a glance at Fang Xiang, who was standing quietly on the command platform. The young girl's eyes were full of admiration and envy.
Carl glanced at Cecilia, then turned to look at Fang Xiang and sighed softly.
Despite the saying "love is blind," in Carl's unbearably vulgar view, who had a peculiar fondness for Cecilia, she had developed quite fully. However, compared to Fang Xiang at this mont, she seed to fall short just a bit.
If the usual Fang Xiang was an elegant white-collar beauty, a clear spring, then at this mont, standing on the command platform, she was a flamboyant fire, an extraordinarily enchanting presence exuding deadly allure. Although completely different from her usual self, no one felt it was abrupt. This aggressive sensuality perfectly complented her sharp command style.
Carl marveled, whether water or fire, a brilliant genius always stands out, always capable of unexpectedly captivating and enthralling people.
His gaze shifted from Fang Xiang and swept over the Fatty beside her...
Well, Carl thought helplessly, this Fatty was the exception!
Disheveled, with hair in utter disarray, the Fatty had his mouth half-open, looking silly and dumbfounded as he rapidly tapped on the tactical computer. His eyes were fixed intently on the screen, glimring with a wild fervor. Compared to Fang Xiang's poised deanor, he looked like a frightened plump chicken squatting beside a phoenix.
The strong contrast in the scene made it hard for one to bear!
However, everyone present knew that without this plump chicken, this battle would never have progressed to this point. Whether it was the graceful Fang Xiang or the Fatty hard to look at directly, these two on the command platform made all the bandit army officers and soldiers proud!
It was precisely these two working hand in hand that, in just eleven minutes, had already scored a sixteen-to-zero against the Suss Fleet! Furthermore, they had tied a noose of a trap around the neck of the Suss Fleet.
"Fatty, do you think they'll take the bait?" Fang Xiang asked with a light smile, looking at Fatty.
"Withdrawing their fighters... they've already taken half the bait." Fatty completed the synchronization simulation in his hand, glanced at the situation map on the computer, and with a delighted expression, asked without turning his head, "Have you ever played Gomoku?"
Fang Xiang's eyes sparkled: "Of course... I've played."
Upon hearing her voice, more seductive and charming than usual, Fatty turned his head, only to see Fang Xiang pursing her lips and laughing charmingly: "But I'm not very good at it; when you have ti, teach ..."
Deadly. Already having adrenaline surging from the fierce battle, Fatty felt like Fang Xiang at that mont was a vixen whose every gesture could ignite desire. Her sharp combat style made her entire being extrely aggressive.
"Teach ... this soft voice was clearly a blatant tease!
"Sure..." Fatty responded ekly, his upward glance quivering when it t Fang Xiang's gaze, making him montarily bashful: "But they all say... to truly learn, one must sleep with the master."
Carl, just stepping onto the command platform, hearing their conversation and seeing Fang Xiang's sowhat lost expression, nearly bit through his tongue and sprayed blood.
Teasing this Fatty... Sister, you've really picked the right person!
"Gomoku, is it related to the current battle situation?" Fang Xiang smiled captivatingly, shifting the topic without giving a definitive answer.
"In Gomoku, there's a term called 'Windmill Wheel.' It refers to a tactic or technique of repeatedly attacking within a certain area, as if a windmill is constantly turning. Such a winning thod is also called a 'Windmill Victory.'" Fatty quickly explained: "Now, with their fighters retreating, we've already gained the upper hand. With the first move striving for four-in-a-row, as long as we don't make mistakes, they can only follow our lead step by step!"
Looking at the ti, Fatty continued: "Now, our reconnaissance ships have not detected any energy fluctuations in the jump channel, aning their fleet will take at least another five minutes to arrive here. The ti is sufficient!"
Fang Xiang recalled Fatty's entire battle plan, and as Fatty had said, in this plan, the Suss Fleet's fighter group, having abandoned their encirclent of the Battleships due to the surprise attack by the Chuckna Fighter Group, found the entire plan had shifted into their rhythm.
The Suss Fleet simply couldn't avoid the trap. Every step was like a four-in-a-row rush in Gomoku; unless they could place one decisive piece, failing to respond ant losing! Three real-ti battle plans, four sets of consecutive traps... Fang Xiang was sowhat relieved that this disheveled Fatty wasn't her enemy!
Looking back at her command platform, the computer showed the Chuckna Fighter Formation had entered the S21 airspace.
A confident smile appeared on the corner of Fang Xiang's mouth. For many years, this was the first ti she felt so relaxed and fully showcased her command skills, focusing solely on command. Also, it was the first ti she trusted soone's simulation and judgnt so unreservedly, cooperating so closely with soone in this manner.
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