"Cruiser, Great Break 2, Medium Break 3, Small Break 11. Two shield ships have been hit, so you'll have a few holes in the formation. Battleship Dolcemone is a small judgment..............."
Marsenaries dispatch fleet admiral Sodo's deputy, who reads out the damage report, raised a glimpse toward Sodo, who remains in a difficult face.
"I guess I'll have to give up. You can't spend your time fixing that."
Said Sodo with a bitter face.
The propulsion system mechanism of the Battleship Dolcemone was not a modular compatibility that could be easily removed and replaced, but required dedicated parts. Time was currently their top priority, and unfortunately there seemed to be no time to be saving Dolcemone.
"Quickly prepare for the second wave than that. Bring each fleet into a dense formation. Continue the siege."
"Copy that, Admiral. I give Dolcimone an exit order. But supposedly the interception was quite successful, is the next one coming?
"I don't know, but it bothered me that the number of bombers was low for an aircraft carrier."
Sodo glanced at the radar screen picturing an earlier raid that would be replayed at high speed, pointing to the screen with a foreword "if it were me".
"The opponent does not know the presence of the aircraft carrier and projects full strike force into the first wave, which would not be able to take measures. We can hold back the damage of our allies, and we can hope for maximum results."
"Is there any chance that we didn't know about the existence of the aircraft carrier, that we didn't realize it?
"That may also be possible if the other person is too blurry, but it won't be the first. The fact that our fleet was not concerned with anti-aircraft defenses should have made a decision as soon as we saw the results of the wide-area scan."
Sodo groaned with a sigh as he glimpsed how the shootout was still raging.
"Normally, it's impossible to hide the presence of an aircraft carrier. There are too many people involved, and too much presence. Sometimes it's a secluded area called outer space, but I wonder how good a network of spies is."
It was difficult to say that the intelligence department at Mercenaries excelled from the scene that included him. Sometimes valuable information popped up, but they thought it was probably due to the ability of two company representatives.
"There's that phantom over there, isn't there? Plus, the intelligence department seems to be able to do quite a bit. Apparently, Alan is in charge, but he's broken into a military network, and he seems to be a muscled hacker."
"That's what happened in the report. It's very talented and enviable."
Sodo sighed and said so, just seeing a grand breaking verdict descend on an enemy cruiser, he gasped small so that no one could see him.
"Again, we prevail in shelling. The power of numbers doesn't lie."
Not long ago, a deputy who remained really calm said, having just taken a blow that, given its relative size, could be described as humiliating.
"If we're going to lose 6-on-1, I'm going clean and out of business... roll out, don't rush! Crush the opponent in numbers!
When Sodo was so fierce for all the ships, the fleet commander sat in a cramped seat - unique to the high-speed ships. He watched in detail the replay of the raid by the repeated bombers as he handed Eagle Deep to Chin there.
………………
This one and a sod that rhythms with heels. He was a so-called veteran who had been through many battles worthy of nearly fifty years of age. He hated things that didn't fit reason or psychology, but sometimes he relied on account. I believed that an experience-backed inquiry was the result of an unconscious combination of something that the brain leaked from the information it processed logically, even on the table.
"Something…… something must be there"
And right now, his survey kept sounding the siren. There was certainly an ambush by the aircraft carrier, but that couldn't be the end of it.
"Enemy aircraft carrier, separate to ten or more again! The second wave is coming!
The screaming voice of the vigilante. Sodo lifts his hips up, "Are you here," but solidifies himself in a position with force in his elbow-edged hand.
"No way..............."
As Sodo opened his eyes, he gazed at the indications on the radar screen representing the enemy aircraft carrier pointed out by the vigilante.
"What do we do? Which one?"
When Sodo indulged in the possibility that his own inquiry had sent him, he felt something coming up from his stomach in a reality that apparently required a big decision. How about a decision would cost a lot of people. And I had to make a decision in the meantime.
"Enemy Splitter, we're in carrier jump orbit!
The vigilante said in a hurried voice, as if to incite a lost sod. When Sodo ate up his teeth, he opened a direct line to all the ships and breathed slowly and heavily.
"All fleets, spread out!! Repeat, spread out the entire fleet!!
Screaming sod. In contrast, his deputy comes with a look of surprise.
"Admiral, isn't scattering good for enemy bombers?
"I know that! Just hurry up!
"…… Copy, Admiral"
The deputy said, "I don't know," but it looked like he started adjusting as ordered. Sodo checked the condition, then put his arms around him and waited for the moment.
"Confirm multiple space reservations. Enemy, warp in!
The voice of the vigilante. When Sodo closed his eyes, he concentrated his consciousness as he missed hearing the rest.
"Enemy bombers, number thirty............ and correct. The number of flying bodies is 30! It's not a bomber! Warped in.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
To the continued report, Sodo gained momentum and said, "Yikes!!," he said with joy.
"Everything shifts to Physical Shield except Shield Ship! Jamming concentrates on warheads heading for the shield ship! Take the indestructible warhead at the maximum armor thickness! We've already got enough room to swirl the ship!
Sod flying directions out loud. When he wiped the sweat on his forehead, which had been tight before he knew it, with the back of his hand, he slapped his cheeks hard to keep himself from floating, winning the bet.
"Don't think everything's gonna be what you think it is."
Sodo pointed his face in the direction where the enemy flagship was located, pointing his index finger at him and saying so.
"Oh, that? Enemy, you're starting to scatter..."
Taro, who had just jumped a rail gun warhead using an aircraft carrier capability similar to transporting the bomber to enemy territory, said in confusion.
"Unfortunately, it must have been read, Mr. Taylor. Sounds like someone you shouldn't insult."
A slightly narrowed eye said Xiao Mei, as usual faceless. Taro prefaced with "insult or nothing," checking the list of enemy personnel recorded on BISHOP.
"Just because you're a background, you're a good commander who can't even talk about me... ahhh, shit! You can't do this."
He was talkative and always attacked with warhead control, but he bit his teeth at the less fragrant effect. It was caused by delays in BISHOP communications due to marginal, if not foolish, distances exchanged between warheads and anti-aircraft fire to the enemy's excess.
"But you had a painful shot at three cruisers. It's good for just one attack, and look..."
Marr, who was jamming to the beam flying to Plum, said so pointing to the large tactical screen.
"As long as the warhead is conscious, there are more effective hits from other ships. There's so much difference in numbers, but it's more or less the same pace... well, you can't do it with each other."
It was Marl, who started talking excitedly, but when he goes in the second half, he fades away. When Taro agreed, "Yes, what is it?" he thought, what is it?
"If you don't get more than five times as effective as your opponent, you're losing as a whole...... but I don't know what to do. If you say greed, I'd like to beat you up a little bit, but Marl's right. The damage over here is ridiculous, too. We have to get out of here before they siege us."
The siege formation, which is tightening with twitching, has been exerting a very strong attack on Taro's stomach. If the siege by the Great Fleet was completed, the destruction of the Tarrandas would be inevitable, and that was a de facto time limit.
"Isn't that enough for a stoop?
"No, subtle. You can't split the fleet. There's only so many of them over there."
"You want me to leave my fellow shepherds here? I wonder if the central company will do that."
"Um, it depends on your readiness over there. Honestly, I don't know. That's why I feel like I'm about to slap you."
Taro and Marl discuss that while doing all sorts of manoeuvring, it's not like that. They have been doing so for some time, but eventually it will be interrupted.
"No!!
A sudden shout. When you two put your faces around something, you probably tried to get up in momentum, and there's an Etta figure standing in the way of your safety belts.
"Etta, where are you? You pee?"
"Shut up, you pervert! Quiet, count the stars!
"Hi-hi, no, sorry!?
Etta, who sips to Taro like a scream, and Taro, who quickly apologizes as she pulls herself back. While he was surprised at how she was doing on the seat, he decided to shut up and wait for the rest. I knew that when Etta's tone was going to be like that, it was when she was mentally unstable, or when she was keen on something.
"……… Multiple waves……… Focus…… Looking?
Etta groans with a bump as she stares somewhere far away with her nogging eyes. Taro glanced at Marl and Xiaomei, but they both just shook their heads silently.
"Disguise... right... or left?
Etta shrinks round on the seat and creases between her brows in a grumpy manner. Eventually, as she raised her face with a stiff expression, she turned a gaze towards Taro.
"Taylor, turn the ship to the right!!
"Huh? No, it's fine, but why?
"Just hurry up, Bokenas!! Right now!!
"Ah, Eye!! The plum isn't that hard except for the front..."
Taro manipulates the ship's function in defeat of Etta's temper, even as he complains about bumps. But when I tried to replace the pivot speed parameter with 50% output, I accidentally opened my eyes to the future information of BISHOP drawn in the back of my brain.
"Ko, Xiaomei! Full thruster output!! Indians to the right!!
"We've already done it, Mr. Taylor"
Taro screams. Xiaomei answers calmly. Together, the hull begins swirling at speeds beyond catalog specs, eating teeth into the centrifugal force of birth.
"Hey, all of a sudden what..."
I guess you were going to complain, Marl opening your mouth like that as you turned around. But I guess the answer to the question she was trying to emit was clearly drawn on the radar screen.
A massive swarm of beams, attacking simultaneously from all directions.
Moreover, all of them depicted precise collision trajectories aimed at the plumb.
"Dude, it's all aimed at you......... how are you coordinates when you're jamming flashly"
Blurry Taro with a rugged face.
But no one answered the question, and more importantly, that didn't seem to be the time.