Interstellar Fairy Tale

The flagship of Mars Planet's Eighth Fleet is a dark blue battleship called the Heart of the Ocean. Even with such a romantic name, this behemoth still has the obvious characteristics of the Mars battleship, with a thick shape, a total of 30 battery turrets in the front and rear, and two large parking areas inside and outside, which can park more than 200 single aircraft. man fighter. As the backbone of the permanent fleet of the Kanon fortress, this flagship is the soul of the entire Eighth Fleet.

A total of three commanders were fortunate to board this warship, one of whom was killed in the interstellar war, and one has been retired due to injuries. The active commander is Colonel Edgar's close friend Colonel Hansen. The friendship between the two began at the Madoff Military Academy and continued for nearly three decades. Different from Edgar's slender body and handsome appearance, Colonel Hansen's body is as sturdy as a rocky mountain, with a square face, strong facial features, and a straight black military uniform, which highlights his chill. According to Shang Ping's words, this is like a general who fought in a **** storm!

As for his adopter, Colonel Edgar, it was always difficult for Shang Ping to associate this handsome man with the outstanding fleet commander. Perhaps it was because he had never seen the relationship with his own eyes. Ping couldn't imagine the scene where Colonel Edgar stood on the podium with a serious face, commanding his battleships to destroy the enemy with ease.

"Edgar, that's the baby you talk about?"

Eighth Fleet Commander Hansen walked to Edgar's side. As the enemy player of this actual combat exercise, the Eighth Fleet's one-man fighter unit was ready to go. As a regular soldier of Mars, no matter who the opponent is, even if it is just an exercise, even if the opponent is just a group of young guys who have not graduated from Madoff College, Hansen and his officers and soldiers are still serious. Mars boys are born soldiers! It's not just words.

Edgar looked at the one-man fighter jet parked neatly like a giant steel beast behind Hansen, took off his military cap, and held it in his hand, "That's just a group of children, Hansen, is it necessary to be so serious?"

"Why not?" Hansen's serious face didn't show the slightest smile, but his tone was contradictory with a bit of ridicule, "Did someone forget that twenty-five years ago, it was also a group of children who made the The Seventh Fleet fighter detachment stationed at Fort Canon was nearly wiped out."

"I have to admit, you have a good memory."

"I'm only forty-one!"

"Oh, I have to tell you with great regret that the boys in the fleet thought you were my senior."

The arguing of the two colonels did not affect the officers and soldiers of the fleet behind them. Whether it was the officers and soldiers of the Eighth Fleet or the Sixth Fleet, they were accustomed to the childish behavior of the two colonels. This scenario happened almost every day after the Sixth Fleet arrived at the Kanon fortress. The lads of the Sixth Fleet would rather he be childish than Colonel Edgar's robbery. As for the officers and soldiers of the Eighth Fleet who have been accustomed to the serious face of Colonel Hansen for many years, after being frightened once by Colonel Hansen's poisonous tongue, he completely confirmed that the commander is indeed a true Mars soldier, not only has an extraordinary military mind , and venomous.

After the students from Madoff Military Academy assembled, the instructor led the team to the front of Colonel Hansen and Colonel Edgar, raised his right arm, and solemnly gave a Mars military salute. Hansen and Edgar also raised their right arm with five fingers. Across the forehead.

After confirming that the number of people participating in the exercise and the relevant arrangements were correct, the instructor and Commander Hansen returned to their respective teams. Edgar and Hansen boarded the Eighth Fleet's flagship, Heart of the Sea, the flagship of the Sixth Fleet at this moment. The warships that were parked at the parking lot of the Cannon military fortress and did not participate in this actual combat exercise were temporarily mixed together, led by the adjutants of Edgar and Hansen, who were responsible for patrolling around the interstellar space during the combat exercise. The two adjutants once objected to this arrangement. It was just an exercise with military cadets. Do the two fleet commanders need to be present at the same time? Hansen's answer was in line with the rules: "The duty of a soldier is to obey!"

Colonel Edgar touched his chin, patted his adjutant on the shoulder, and said, "Dear Feng, how could you have the heart to take away my chance to appreciate my beloved baby's majestic beauty in space for the first time?"

As a result, Colonel Hansen's adjutant was once again depressed by the commander's unspoken smile, while Edgar's adjutant slandered the scoundrel and shamelessness of the commander a hundred times in his heart. What makes people feel incredible is that these two colonels with completely different personalities have the same outstanding military exploits, and their generals and soldiers can also be called the elite of the Mars Space Fleet.

Although the two adjutants were somewhat critical of their respective superiors, they were equally serious about carrying out their tasks, and when the fleet was temporarily mixed up, they never complained about their superiors.

Of course, matters in the own fleet need to be resolved internally!

As the 380 warships responsible for the safety of the actual combat exercise were arranged in a circular arrangement, a small battlefield with a radius of one million kilometers was formed immediately. In this exercise, in addition to sending 500 fighter jets on the Eighth Fleet side, another 50 second-level warships participated in the battle. The Madoff College cadets had only 538 single-man fighter jets. It wasn't a close fight, just, for the lads at the Madoff Military Academy, it was something they had to overcome. In interstellar warfare, it is impossible to always rely on huge warships, especially flagships like the Heart of the Ocean, which are not only expensive to build, but also lack flexibility. Many times, in battle, the Mars people prefer to control small and flexible of one-man fighters intercepting battleships, often with unexpected results.

Before the battle started, the instructor who led the team stood in front of all the students and shouted loudly: "From now on, you are no longer a group of students, but soldiers on the battlefield! Keep in mind that your opponent is not the Eighth Fleet, It's the enemy! The enemy will never show mercy to your men! Once the fighter jets take off, you must use your skills, try your best to see every opportunity, don't be stingy with your shells, the only goal is to shoot down Your enemy! If you want to survive, if you want to graduate successfully, remember my words firmly! Do you understand?!"

"Understood!"

"Be louder, do you understand?!"

"Understood!"

"Damn, are you the Seth soft-footed shrimp who didn't eat, do you understand?!"

"Understood!"

"Very well, now, get ready to board!"

The young military academy boy, who has never been on the battlefield, has high fighting spirit under the encouragement of the instructor.

The opponents of this group of teenagers, the single-person fighter officers and soldiers of the Eighth Fleet, laughed and joked after the loud voices of the teenagers: "I really want the group of people in the Royce celestial body to listen, they didn't eat. Seth Shrimp? I don't know if the group of people will be so angry that they will smoke over their heads."

A tall young man in a combat uniform leaned against the fighter, ran his helmet in one hand, and whistled at his colleagues, "Hey, Mike, you look so **** in a combat uniform."

"To shut up!"

The muscular tough guy waved his fist at the young man, "Be careful I'll smack the face you used to deceive women."

"All right."

The young man shrugged, grabbed the safety rail, and jumped into the cockpit of the fighter jet. The cockpit recognition scanner automatically scanned the young man's whole body. At the same time, the young man aimed his pupil at the red dot on the upper left of the scanner, and put on his helmet after the pupil confirmation. At the same time, I checked the configuration of the shells used for the fighter exercise. After confirming that it was correct, my sight fell on a striking red button on the operation panel, which was the trigger button of the fighter's self-exploding device. This button comes in handy when you are seriously injured and unable to fight but are surrounded by enemies.

The young man smiled slightly, looked at the glass cover on the button, and said to himself, "I wonder if those young cadets were told by the commander what the button is for? It's like the one-man fighter training room of the Madoff Military Academy. This self-exploding device is not configured."

"Hanks, what are you talking to yourself?"

The voice of the muscular man Mike came from the communicator, "I have received the take-off signal, and enter the take-off runway immediately!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The young man named Hanks blew a whistle, a high-frequency goggles that buckled his helmet. This glass-like thing could not only protect his eyes from being burned by the strong light after the particle cannon exploded, but also It can be used as a collimator to determine the position of the attack target.

Following the order issued by the ground dispatcher, five hundred single-person fighter jets from the Eighth Fleet flew into space in a conical formation and entered the delineated battlefield position. The students of the Madoff Military Academy, after the initial nervousness and a little bit of a rush, also organized the fighters into a wedge shape and entered the battlefield. Among them, there are nine lower grade students including Shang Ping.

Compared with the other party's tidy and leisurely posture, although the formation of the fighters of the students was quite satisfactory, it also exposed shortcomings such as loose formation, which made the fifty second-level warships that entered the battlefield somewhat redundant. At least in the eyes of the single-man fighter pilots of the Eighth Fleet, the group of student soldiers on the opposite side were too young to even brag.

In the face of such an enemy, excessive caution often leads to failure. The quickest way to end the battle is to completely defeat the opponent before he adapts to the battlefield. These battle-hardened veterans have no intention of being polite to their classmates at all, not even a humble act of encouragement. Compared with unrealistic courtesy, it is definitely more educational. Although they are equipped with exercise bombs, they can't blow up people, but they can leave a few bright traces on the opponent's fighter jets, which is better than nothing.

Without any warning, the battle began.

The Eighth Fleet did not need the participation of battleships at all. The five hundred single-man fighter jets were divided into three batches and fired streamer bullets like a torrential rain, and then the formation contracted even more tightly, like a sharp sword. The stab to the center of the students' fighter group!

When the students finally remembered to fight back with artillery shells, the wedge-shaped formation had been torn apart!

Colonel Hansen, who was watching the battle, shook his head. Did he expect too much? Colonel Edgar was still smiling, it was just the beginning, it was too early to say anything.

The battle was completely one-sided. The fighters on the Eighth Fleet's side were like wild wolves plunging into the flock, reaping the fruits of victory. The students were simply unable to resist and could not organize an effective resistance. There were only less than two. In an hour's time, there were less than 300 remaining 500 fighter jets!

Shang Ping's nine-person fighter was arranged at the back, and luckily did not become the first target of the enemy's attack. But at this time Shang Ping is still not good. Different from the simulation state of the practice cabin, and completely different from the situation when taking a cruise ship, the real fighter jet flew into space, and it went from being down-to-earth to being weightless at once, making Shang Ping feel as if the surrounding space was spinning, like A layer of black curtain squeezed towards him.

Shang Ping could clearly feel his heart beating faster, breathing heavily, his eardrum swelled, and his eyes began to blur. This situation is very bad. Shang Ping could only keep taking deep breaths, forcing himself to focus on the ongoing battle, at least not paying too much attention to the humming in his brain and the heart that almost jumped out of his chest.

Shang Ping heard a sentence in his previous life: spit and spit will get used to it.

At this moment, I can only encourage myself with some self-deprecating self-deprecating words: I'll be over if I'm dizzy.

However, this is really tormenting enough.

The development of the battle can no longer allow Shang Ping to have fun. After another white light passed, Shang Ping could clearly see that dozens of Eighth Fleet fighter jets formed a shuttle shape and were tearing apart his own battle formation unscrupulously. Several student fighter jets blocking the front were hit by the white light one after another. The fuselage was left with a fatal spot and had to quit the fight according to the rules.

Just for a moment, after another student fighter quit the battle, Shang Ping subconsciously felt the danger. Before he gave the order from his brain, he instinctively clenched the operating lever, pulled it violently upwards, and pressed the buttons on both sides at the same time. Particle cannons, when Shang Ping's fighter jets flew upwards almost in a straight line, the two beams of particle light cannons focused on the oncoming enemy fighter jets, leaving a trace of congratulations on the flamboyant enemy.

Shang Ping didn't have time to rejoice at his luck when another enemy fighter jet came into view. Obviously, the fighter pilots of the Eighth Fleet had already begun to be careless because of the easy battle, and their eyes were only chasing their prey. Completely unaware, there are also aggressive guys hidden in the flock who will tear open the belly of the wolf with their sharp horns.

Shang Ping tightened his nerves and controlled his breathing rhythm with all his strength. Before he could confirm the target more accurately, the instructor's words kept echoing in his ears: "Only enemies are on the battlefield!"

It's a pity that the cannonball didn't hit this time. After disappointment, another beam of white particle light cannons surprised Shang Ping. The other two student fighter jets suddenly appeared on Shang Ping's wings. With luck to the three lads, two local fighters in a row were hit in the fatal part to withdraw from the fight.

The students faced sturdy warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles. The combat experience of these soldiers was by no means comparable to this group of young men who had never been on the battlefield. More than 200 student fighter jets began to burn with fighting spirit.

If these three can do it, so can they!

The single-person fighter pilots of the Eighth Fleet were surprised to find that the group of lambs they had just left to slaughter suddenly raised sharp horns at them. Their attacks were no longer messy, but sharpened. murderous look.

The battle is really starting now!

At this moment, Shang Ping only felt that his heart was beating faster, and an uncontrollable excitement burned his nerves, which was different from shooting down the enemy in a simulated battle in the practice room. This kind of factor began to get excited, and his eyes stared at the enemy in front of him. In his eyes, the bloodthirsty fighting intent was undoubtedly revealed.

Colonel Edgar stood in front of the flagship's screen, and the smile on his lips deepened. Even if all he saw was an icy fighter jet, he could still know that the first shot down of the enemy fighter jet just now could almost be said to have saved the battle. Man, is the child that makes him proud!

At this moment, the mixed fleet in charge of border patrol suddenly encountered a fleet of unknown origin. Perhaps neither side expected this situation. After the initial silent confrontation, the mixed fleet chose to leave. And the black fleet that was dormant in the meteorite group chose to ignore it.

Novi walked into the command cabin. The arrival of the fleet just now inadvertently destroyed a link in his plan. Although he was absolutely sure that the fleet did not belong to his current target planet, it also belonged to the Muse galaxy.

"His Royal Highness." Novi knelt down on one knee, pursing his monochromatic lips tightly, "This is my negligence."

Soran Edrich sat on a high-back chair, his golden and white uniforms were not wrinkled, his long silver hair was falling down, and his ice-blue eyes were still looking at the huge screen. Start, wave down.

"Your Highness?"

"It's ok."

An ice crystal-like voice sounded, and Soran Edrich put one hand on his cheek and said, "Marshal, maybe you should take a look, it's an interesting battle."

Novi stood up, looked at the screen suspiciously, and found that the signs on the fighter jets on the screen were the same as the fleet he had just encountered.

"Your Highness, is this?"

"It's fun, right?"

Soran Edrich moved his finger, and a circular cursor circled a fighter jet on the battlefield. It was obviously a battle with a decided victory, but because of this person, it began to become a stalemate.

Compared with the intrigues and tricks under the table, this kind of tactical and strategic miracle can arouse his interest more.

"Novi, maybe we can adjust the plan a little bit."

In the face of this beautiful first prince of the empire, Novi will never show his doubts. All worries and unbelief are provocations and blasphemy against the future monarch of the empire.

Soran Edrich turned his gaze back to the screen again, and some unexpected frenzy seemed to ignite in his icy blue eyes.