Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

There is no room to pinch some coincidence, the front line pushing slowly and surely.

Dingo watched the battlefield flow as it wished with a grin.

"I didn't mean to come. Oh, you don't have any teeth."

Even though the war situation has not yet projected all the firepower in its power, it has clearly taken a form in favour of its own forces.

It was only a matter of attacking the fortress's defense in combination with HAD, but it was only a matter of doing something about it. Without the fortress cannon, you can later unilaterally slap it on a battleship from a distance. Over there, there is no cannon with that much flight distance.

"I'm overlapping caution carefully. Irregular can't be...... hey, he still doesn't move!!

Dingo yells up, as well as kicks up his desk. Is it something I'm used to already, his men answering "no" without showing any upset?

"Four cruisers are still shooting by beam around the fortress. Doesn't look like he's flying live ammo..."

When Dingo's men do, they light up the large display. What was shown there was the appearance of a cruiser with four thrusters, unclear but not incorrectly seen.

"Can't you handle it if it's not at some close range? I don't know how it works, but it's impossible. It's not a story... stay alert. If there's any strange movement, we can reward it immediately."

Dingo tells him to be cautious when he sees the cruiser as abominable. If you badly storm and riot, the example Imperial Fleet could come multiplied by a gap. The war situation carries advantages and is not worth the risk.

"Enemy Destroyer Sinking, Frigate Breaking, Breaking. Destroy two HADs...... hmm?

A subordinate who was pale and reading out the effects raises a small and strange voice. Dingo, who was nervous, said, "What!" When he yells up, his men stretch their spines perfectly on the spot.

"Ha!! From further afield, we have a space reservation for the drive. Rejection and nothing. The anti-drive particles have already been scattered, so it seems to have been cancelled."

"Drive particles... they came forward. Oh, there's no empire. How many reinforcements?"

"The number is probably one."

"Probably? Isn't that clear? I mean, what are you gonna do with one ship?

"I don't know. The size of the space reservation is larger than that of a cruiser, but that doesn't mean it doesn't seem like a battleship class. The space itself is small, but the number of particles that are reacting is very high."

Dingo shook his head, "I don't know why," to his men's report, putting his hand on his chin and fitting into the seat.

"Damn, I haven't known since I got involved with that bastard. Together -"

When Dingo kept trying to "cat you all at once," his guys "eh!?" The voice of surprise echoes aboard.

"Space booked, fixed!!

"Become an idiot!! What the hell!!

"I dunno, the subject will warp in!!

Dingo turns the same way to a large display where his men quickly turned their faces. The outboard monitor shows that there was a collection of light bullets painted bright blue, confirming exactly the space the warp was about to end now.

"............ I'm hit...... is that a dummy in the front!! Damn!!"

So you can roar, Dingo. In his eyes, the figure of a cruiser with four unforgettable engine thrusters.

As the cruiser that finished the warp rushed through at high speed with momentum, it took position behind Dingo's fleet.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa I don't want to do it again."

Control room at Plum II. The blue-faced Taro is attacked by more nausea than usual on that seated seat.

"The way I approached you was like an old man in his thirties, Mr. Taylor. And it looks like we're in a tough spot."

Taro said, "What?," he said, raising his face, raising his surprise at the massive number of light points scattered around the plum.

"Wow, isn't this in the middle of the enemy formation?!?

"Taylor!! What are you going to do with this?

"What did you do!! Ah, full engine!! Evasive manoeuvre!! In detour orbit!!

A plum that follows the voice of Tailang and turns the hull wide back. Four thrusters emit dazzling light, generating a powerful G to Tailang.

"Naturally there is no response to the identification signal. Probably Dingo's fleet, Mr. Taylor."

"Goddamn it... I know...!!

To the G on the body, the taro eating up the teeth. Once he makes sure he has enough acceleration, he slows the ship down just a little.

"Open all turrets!! Warhead loading!!

Various turrets appear in the form of plumb turret bays that hide from the hull and compete for change. Just at that time, an attack from the enemy against Taro is also launched, which quickly develops into a fierce shootout.

"Enemy number 9, 10 smashed. Breaking number 24. 94% Shield Remaining"

"You can make it your first bullet!! That's what I do with less shields!!

"If they only shot me like this, I'd lose it!!

Flying in all directions, blue flash. The beam pours down from all directions, as if the plum generates enormous gravity and everything is drawn there.

"Marl Tan Jamming!! Xiaomei, drop by that big boat!!

Plums that change course while drawing large, loose curves. Turn your nose toward the cruiser-sized ship that was beside you and push straight ahead.

"Eat it!! You can't do this with a guiding bullet!

As instructed by Taro, warheads are ejected from the turret. The four warheads head for the cruiser at hand and devour its hull.

"You shot the enemy turret!?

Marl screams all the time that he can't believe it. Taro fires the next bullet with "whatever" in some good shape.

"This is a good wall...... Mr. Taylor. Sometimes I'm very surprised by your ideas."

As the plumb slows quickly, it moves from the fierce direction of the artillery fire to a position where it becomes blind spot. Taro's second shot had shot through the cruiser's engine thruster, and the enemy ship was no longer turned into a floating object with a shield.

"Guhehe, you can't shoot as many of your people as you want... you can shoot!!

Taro groaned with an awful face, but that immediately replaced surprise. Because the enemy shelling, which was silenced for a moment, was started again.

"Even though you know the logic, you can't usually do it... damn, well trained!!

Now that we're in complete combat, there's no room to help the hostages. If so, striking out every hostage would not be the right tactic, but being on board is not something you can do inside when you become one of them.

Dingo's fleet, however, has resumed its attacks from only a few patrols, which seemed to me to be due to his very good command.

"Maybe they're just threatening me...... Alan, hey Alan!! You hear me!!

As excited as it is, Taro screams at the telecom. Eventually, when I see the face of a man familiar with the comms, I get a response saying, "" I'm tired of waiting. ""

"" It was pretty late, wasn't it? I started earlier because I was so busy. ""

"Hehe, that was bad. But you got here half an hour earlier than planned, didn't you?

"" Oh, I know. What the hell kind of magic did you use? Let me hear it later. ""

"Whoa, I love bragging. What's happening more than that?

"" As you can see, yes. Fortress guns lose 75%. Now that's just a wall. Thirty percent of the battle force, or they did it... more importantly, Taylor, focus your output on the beam jammer. It deviates like it's funny. ""

"Seriously?... Oh, Marl's surprised. Mr. Over there, aren't you loaded with beam stabilizers even though you're fighting?

"" Hehe, I don't know. I just did a little lying to you, and I guess you got caught up in that. There won't be a second time, but this time it went well. Taylor, please. ""

Beyond the display, Alan tilts his thumb to show. Taro said to Alan like that, "That's what you'll let me hear later!!" In response, he turns his consciousness to the big man he thinks he has shown.

"Is it a battleship...? You mean twice as weak in length, maybe six times in size?

"It's affirmative...... the 24th Great Break. The 3rd Sinking...... Mr. Taylor. It's a Dav class, so it's about five and a half times the mass of this ship."

"Wow, that's awesome again. But..."

Taro gleams at a very large light spot on the radar screen.

"I'll turn you into a scrap with a dot. Eat it!! Go to the secret of the pram!!

Two turret bays that had never been opened before slowly opened the lid.

"Hey, I guess. Now."

Two giant warheads peeking at his head from Turret Bay are sputtered out vigorously with the first injection.

A shape that everyone would say is a missile, or rocket, from a human being living in the 21st century. If you're a little familiar with the military, you'd say it's a ballistic missile, a long, thin capsule-shaped warhead. It was a slow move, not compared to rail guns and beams. It is accelerated by a powerful rocket injection.

"... I'd like to get into a lot of things, but I guess there's something about you. I hope so."

Marl, who looks somewhat uncomfortable, emits with her eyes. Taro laughs back bitterly, wondering if he can help himself with this look and slowness. No matter how accelerated it is, the enemy is far away, and its giant doesn't even seem to be able to move as quickly as a rail gun warhead.

"Well, maybe it'll work. Better still, we'll have to survive until those two shots arrive."

When Taro assigns only a fraction of his consciousness to the control of torpedoes released, the rest concentrates on lock-on and projectile control.

"Something... I've come a long way..."

Taro shrugged, marl's "what?" I pretended not to hear the word.