The two rubbed against each other for a while. Lu Fenghan buried his head in Qi Yan's neck, took a deep breath, and rubbed his fingers over the red marks on Qi Yan's skin: "Do you want to apply a layer of healing gel?"
Lu Fenghan’s eyes were very deep.
It was as if the prayer was frosty white porcelain, which he himself glazed and painted.
Because of the watery light in his eyes, Qi Yan's eyebrows and eyes became more beautiful. He shook his head and refused: "No... It's too much. There are also some on my back and thighs. It's not very convenient."
After saying this, Qi Yan felt a burning sensation on his earlobe, and he immediately remembered the origin of those marks.
At this moment, he was a little annoyed that he had a very good memory, which made him unconsciously break apart each frame and slow down his detailed recollection.
As the instigator, Lu Fenghan smiled and asked deliberately: "Why is it inconvenient?"
Seeing Qi Yan didn't say anything, but just opened his eyes a little wider, looking at him a little aggrieved, Lu Fenghan stood up straight: "Okay, I got it, I won't tease you anymore, you are used to acting like a spoiled child."
Another reason is that if we continue talking about this topic, it will be difficult to stop.
After straightening the cuffs of his standard shirt, Lu Fenghan looked up again, with a hint of military aura on his body.
At the same time, Po Jun reminded: "The fleet is about to enter the defense range."
The lit virtual star map showed that the reconnaissance ship was in position, green lights indicating smooth signals were dotted around the fleet, and the frigate's missile/missile thrusters were also preheated.
The metal debris and small objects floating in the space were pushed away by the fleet's huge invisible force field, and the fleet with shield and sword as its emblem gradually revealed its sharp fangs.
The image on the virtual screen changed, and a planet surrounded by a light golden "ribbon" appeared. In the video dialog box, Mei Jielin curled her lips and said, "The rebels' aesthetic taste is really not good. This planet is a mess of yellow, dark yellow, light yellow, bright yellow, and brown yellow. It's too eye-catching!"
Duchamp agreed with her: "Our Leto is still beautiful, a real diamond in the sky!"
Only Weiyin focused on combat readiness: "Commander, will those rebel armies deliberately try to lure us in? For example, they might hide near the planetary defense circle of their holy star, and once we get close, once they are targeted by the defense system, the vanguard troops will immediately be put on the defensive."
"No," Lu Fenghan had thought about this question, "the other side doesn't dare to let us get close to the atmosphere of the Holy Star with the missile thrusters. Even if the probability of the missile passing through the defense system and landing on the surface of the Holy Star is only one in ten thousand, they must block this probability. So we will be blocked before we get close to the Holy Star."
Metierin muttered, "It's really annoying to be the leader of a rebel army. I need to save Helena from the Fifth Legion, and nothing can happen to a blade of grass on the Holy Star. Our alliance is so good. If I get hurt, I can just quit. The alliance will still calculate my salary for the full month!"
Long Xiyun, who was used to listening in on the "pre-war group chat", said: "The rebels can give them endless money, do you have it?"
"I—" Mei Jie Lin said angrily, "Not now, but I believe I will have it in the future!"
The richest man in the expeditionary force will never admit defeat!
Of course, the prerequisite is that the commander is capable!
Mei Jielin looked at Lu Fenghan, eyes full of suspicion—Tsk, commander, can you do it
The journey was calm, with the occasional voices of people joking in the command room. Qi Yan liked listening to them very much, especially from Metierin and Weiin. The two of them could put on a lively crosstalk performance, which slightly dispelled the solemn atmosphere before the war and relaxed the air.
"The peach blossoms are blooming in March, but my lover never comes. I untied my scented belt and exposed myself..." Mei Jielin was singing a song she had learned from somewhere, and she was singing with great enthusiasm. Suddenly, her voice changed abruptly and she raised the tone by several degrees. "Here he comes!"
Along with her voice, there was a sharp alarm and a strong beam of light piercing the darkness outside the porthole!
Mei Jie Lin narrowed her eyes and couldn't help but swear, "Are you showing off your wealth? The people haven't arrived yet, but you want the high-energy particle cannon first?"
Lu Fenghan's brows were solemn as he asked Pojun, "Determine the attack position of the enemy's high-energy particle cannon."
There is an area on the star map circled by a red square.
Lu Fenghan: "Did the starships within the attack range successfully escape the explosion area?"
Po Jun immediately reported: "Ninety-three percent of the starships successfully escaped the explosion using maneuverable jumps."
Mei Jielin also breathed a sigh of relief: "Mobile jump is indeed the nemesis of this kind of fixed-point artillery attack! You aim at that point and the bomb will explode within the range of that point. I will turn on the mobile jump device and run away immediately!"
Dushane concluded: "As long as I jump fast enough, the explosion can't catch up with me!"
Mei Jielin: “That’s right!”
At this time, in the destroyer formation of the Jiangling Fleet, Chagall's palms were covered with cold sweat. He puffed up his cheeks and exhaled: "Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have died there just now!"
As he spoke, he pulled the joystick and merged into the newly formed fleet formation.
Calvin was right beside him: "Your reaction is faster than before. You've made progress. You must have practiced a lot, right?"
In order to prevent the destroyer from being left unmanned due to the death or injury of the pilot, destroyers usually carry at least two people when they go into battle.
Chagall scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly, revealing his pride that he couldn't hide: "Isn't there a casual game in the simulation training system that trains dodge ability? I have raised my ranking to the highest in the entire system!"
"That 'Xia' on the leaderboard is you?" Calvin was surprised. "What kind of freak are you? How could you reach the top in such a short time?"
"I've been playing for a long time! I play a few games after every training. It's a good way to relax and improve my reaction ability." Xia Gaer was even more embarrassed. "I only entered 'Xia' in the record. I was imitating the commander. In the previous First Military Academy's score system, the first place was always 'Lu'!"
Calvin didn't feel anything about Chagall's imitation behavior. After all, Lu Fenghan had many admirers and followers within the expeditionary force.
He was even more surprised by Chagall's talent and perseverance—he grew so fast!
When he met such a seedling who was born to be suitable for the battlefield, he would always feel gratified but also depressed.
It's because I know for sure that in a short time, this guy's rank will be higher than mine, and when we meet then, I will have to salute and call him "sir"!
Chagall was unaware of Calvin's mixed emotions: "Senior, our captain seems to be getting too excited again."
In the communication channel, Dushan's voice was so deafening that it hurt people's ears: "Attention, all forwards! The other side actually dared to provoke us with high-energy particle cannons. Are they implying that our expeditionary force is poor? We can't tolerate this. Kill the main ship that fired the cannon!"
Chagall was still in a state of being easily provoked, his eyes were bright, and he immediately controlled the destroyer to attack the opposite side. Calvin had experienced many battles, big and small, and he scratched his ears that were shaken and began to calmly calculate the firepower reserves on the ship.
The maneuverability of the destroyer is extremely high, and with the addition of mobile jumps, it has become a ghost that comes and goes without a trace. In a short time, it has turned the enemy's main ship's frigate upside down, and countless bombs exploded in the dark, with dazzling flames.
But within two minutes, Chagall frowned.
He moved his lips, and after a few seconds he sorted out his feelings: "Senior, do you feel... as if something is wrong."
"What's wrong? How is the opponent playing?"
"I can't really explain it, but... there's something wrong with the opponent. The feel is different. Yes, the feel! Now I feel like I was fighting against the virtual ships in the simulated battlefield when I was in the First Military Academy."
As Chagall dodged the enemy's laser cannon, he glanced at Calvin with a nervous expression and affirmed, "Something is really wrong!"
Ten seconds later, "Your feeling is correct." Calvin's face gradually became serious. He had more battlefield experience than Chagall. "A soldier, no matter how fast he reacts, will always have half a second or a second to react, but the other side doesn't seem to have that."
"But the other side doesn't!" Du Shang's voice rang out in the command room, "There is a problem, there must be a problem! The battle situation on my side has not yet become clear, but there are already signs of trouble!"
Mei Jielin immediately answered, speaking very quickly: "Because of human physiological limitations, from seeing the light or hearing the alarm, to the brain making a decision, and then the body executing it - it is impossible to react so quickly! I was able to dodge a fucking laser cannon at my face. Can a human reach this level?"
She described it more specifically, "I feel like I'm being besieged by hundreds of commanders in top condition driving all kinds of starships!"
Her metaphor was recognized by everyone.
Lu Fenghan's individual combat level was second to none in the expeditionary force. He had fewer opportunities to show his abilities after becoming the commander-in-chief, but Mei Jielin and the others never dared to forget the experience of being crushed by Lu Fenghan in all aspects.
Lu Fenghan asked Pojun: "Have you processed the battlefield data?"
"Three seconds left," Po Jun reported immediately after getting the result. "According to the images, signals, environment and other data I captured, after comprehensive analysis, the combat reaction time of the pilots of enemy destroyers and small ships is in the range of 0.1-0.2 seconds on average, which is much higher than the normal human high value of 0.4-0.5 seconds."
Mei Jie Lin screamed, "How the hell are we going to fight this? It's fine if there's only one or two top soldiers, but there's a whole bunch of them? Nine out of ten attacks, you can't hit them! And you can't show me a turn and side dodge that surpasses human limits in one minute! Aren't the pilots inside breathing or afraid?"
Not breathing, not afraid...
Flanking dodge is an advanced operation for destroyer pilots, but it is not even included in the teaching scope of the First Military Academy because it requires too high a physical fitness from the pilot. At the same time, if a flank dodge is used three times in a minute, the pilot will suffer from brain hypoxia due to inability to breathe.
When Lu Fenghan was driving a destroyer himself, he seldom used flanking dodges. Firstly, the effect was not very good. Secondly, if he did it twice, the burden on his body would increase, and his thinking would slow down and his reaction would become sluggish, which was not good enough.
His eyes moved, and then became darker. Lu Fenghan ordered again: "Pojun, change the reference object to you, or to the optical computer."
Mei Jielin raised her eyes suddenly: "Command, you mean?"
Long Xiyun continued: "Neither the pilot himself nor the person directing the pilot would be stupid enough to proactively dodge three times within a minute."
Lu Fenghan: "Yes, this order seems too rigid and impractical."
Mei Jielin understood immediately: "So the commander suspected that the person who gave the order was not a human, but an artificial intelligence or an optical computer?"
It was Po Jun who answered her: "Ms. Mei Jie Lin, I can confirm that I am the top artificial intelligence at present. There is no artificial intelligence like me at present." He reported again, "Commander, the comparison and reference have yielded the result. The possibility of being controlled by an optical computer has reached 81%."
There was silence on the communication channel for two seconds.
Wei Yin said: "What kind of wisdom and light were bestowed upon the rebels? What's wrong with them?"
Lu Fenghan looked at the star map: "Controlled by an optical computer has advantages, but it's like using three side dodges in a minute. The driver's mortality rate will be extremely high."
Po Jun also said: "For example, I will put the general's first order first. If the first order is victory, then I will do whatever it takes and not care about anything else."
Long Xiyun asked: "In that case, is it possible that there is no one on the destroyer?"
"No." It was Qi Yan who spoke. "When starships, including destroyers, were first developed, they were only designed for 'humans' due to various concerns. In other words, even if an optical computer wants to control a destroyer, it must be done through 'humans' as a medium."
Everyone present knew that there was never a shortage of lives to be sacrificed under the rebels' rule.
As long as they think that sacrificing these people can bring enough benefits.
Mei Jie Lin tightened her lips and said, "Could it be a clone, a chip implant, or something else?"
When Meijielin thought that the people he was fighting against might be a group of "people" without thoughts, emotions, and fear, he felt a chill.
Weiyin habitually answered her question: "Maybe it's a clone with a chip implanted?"
Noticing that even Lu Fenghan was looking at him, Wei Yin paused and lowered his voice twice: "Is it really possible? I'm just guessing, but... cloning and illegal chip implantation are both against the laws and ethics of the Alliance."
Mei Jielin's tone was unclear whether it was sarcasm or something else: "If their God says it's okay, then it's okay. Of course, the subject can also be changed to 'God's spokesperson'."
This is the horror of autocracy.
The expeditionary force had never fought such a battle before.
Chagall didn't have it, and neither did Calvin.
The laser cannon was once again avoided by the enemy. Sweat dripped down Chagall's temples. He spoke faster: "We can't go on like this! If we dodge successfully every time, our ammunition reserves will soon be exhausted! There is also a limit on the number of mobile jumps, and we can't use them unlimitedly. If the enemy is eyeing our supply ship, we can't take the risk to replenish our ammunition and energy stocks!"
Calvin was also thinking of a solution: "Let's save some time first and focus on dodging!"
However, once the enemy noticed their intention, they would immediately surround them with two or three destroyers, forcing them to be unable to dodge.
Chagall swallowed, his lips dry. "The other side reacted too quickly, it was like they were cooperating immediately without any dialogue or signals! It didn't look like three people were driving three starships at all, it looked more like one person was driving three starships at the same time!"
Even with the most tacit partners, there will be a delay of several seconds between one party and the other during the cooperation, because it is impossible for people to communicate with each other across such a long distance.
Calvin looked at the light on the virtual screen, felt a chill on his back, and murmured: "... This battle will be difficult to fight."
Everyone in the command room had the same realization.
The victory or defeat of a battle is often determined by just one detail.
For example, the expeditionary force can use mobile jumps to disrupt the rebels' rhythm and layout, avoid encirclement, and jump directly to the target point to launch an effective attack.
Similarly, the rebels' new trick of successfully dodging artillery fire in just 0.1 seconds is difficult to deal with. In such a situation, in addition to constantly consuming their ammunition/ammunition stocks, they will be helpless in a short period of time and may be dragged to death.
It's like stepping into a quagmire and being unable to extricate oneself.
Similar words and phrases can be heard repeatedly in the background sounds of several captains' communication dialog boxes.
"… The stern of the destroyer series D85 is damaged, and the ammunition inventory is less than 25%!"
"… The destroyer series G117 ammunition inventory is insufficient! The main reason is that the hit rate is too low, so low that I even doubt whether this is a nightmare that has not yet ended!"
"…The laser cannon turret is damaged, and the missiles are empty!"
Mei Jielin wiped her face and said, "This feels so disgusting. The cannons fired at the other side can't hit the target, but the cannons fired at the other side always hit the target!"
Every breath of air became tense.
Everyone is thinking quickly about response strategies.
At this time, Qi Yan said: "Maybe I have a way."
The fire outside the porthole cast a faint layer of color on his profile. His eyes were like stars and his voice was calm: "General, I need the right to use the super optical computer in the technical department."