"I should have left in 2000, but 400 if you noticed. What a delicate thing."
Etta from the Mercenaries laughed thinly and said. But no one on the bridge seemed to receive exactly what they said and thought it would probably be sarcasm for us.
"We are also reducing the number of enemies, and we still have 400 Admiral Sodo ships left. There will be a lot of enemies, about 200, and isn't that a problem?"
Said the deputy with the brand new article. When Etta remembered one passionate time last night, she sent a glossy glance to her deputy.
"Right, I think it's gonna be okay. But you can't lose your hand, can you?
When Etta said that with a sweet voice that she could tell from it, the deputy nodded with a hazy look.
"Yeah, of course. By the way, it looks like we used electronic warplanes as separate teams during the division of power................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
The deputy officer will ask. Besides, Etta glanced over her shoulder.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I gave you a direct order to do that over here. Do you mind?
"Yes, no. Not like that. But as a staff officer, I'd like to know the strategy, so may I ask why?
"Reason? Nothing in particular. Simply an ambush. Normally, you've been organized with a ship, so you can't fully demonstrate your ability to fight electronically, right?
"That's true, but we do have information that the other person has a very good sonar man. In fact, Miss Yotta..."
"Don't call that name!
Sounding loud. A quiet bridge. Etta glanced at the deputy with her connected eyes and then shifted her gaze to Tetta, who looked at her most. I'm pretty inferior to my previous sister, but if I watched her, I would have managed to get angry.
"............... there's a fatal weakness in the sonar man over there. Just poke it in there."
Etta said to squeeze it out. The deputy replied in a small voice, "Yes," but he still didn't seem to be convinced of anything.
"The ability is significantly reduced during sleep. But I don't know what time that sleep is taking place. Is an ambush by an electronic warplane only gambling? Is that what you want to hear?
Etta makes her mouth look boring. She snorted silently and let her deputy laugh with her nose, smiling pleasantly, but spitefully.
"There are as many ways as there are. Shut up and watch there."
roughly twenty hours after the start of Rising Sun's retreat. Long-range sniping and sporadic clashes by each other's large-calibre guns were repeated, spreading damage that could not be ignored by both sides.
Damage to each other is around 10% of the power. From a third party's point of view, it seemed possible to say that the RS side was fighting well, but given the distance to the enemy's strategic target facility, it was in a state where neither was winning. The fleet on both sides was definitely moving towards their destination.
And the distance to the destination also digested two-thirds, when the Tarans were relieved that everything was going well. It happened.
"Mihu? Ha-ha-ha. Huh?
Taro, who cheeked a cake with sesame seeds in his mouth in the dining room, said to Etta, who was fingering the cake uncommonly next door.
"Yes, Mitsu. It's black, Taylor. More than two, less than one."
Etta, who turns her serious eyes to the cake and squeals so. When Taro glanced across the street at Marl, who was eating a delicious chunk of Sesame 9 rice 1 and so on, he was returned with a silent, shoulder-flattering motion.
"Mr. President, do you want to get into placement?
A voice you hear better than behind your back. "No," Taro shook his head at the head of the security department, who was tasked with directing the second bridge instead of Alan, "we're all good for now," he stood up.
"I think I heard you, but that's what I'm saying. Please clean up."
Saying so to the dozens to fill the dining room, Taro followed the dining room with Etta and Marr.
"I just had a full stomach, how sleepy or something?
Taro visits as he grabs hold of the railings on the fast moving lane. Etta shook her head in silence, clinging to Taro's waist as usual.
"Not yet, I'm fine. Treat me like a child, don't."
Etta with a fluffy surface. The acceleration of the lane begins and the body becomes horizontal with the ground as it is pulled by the railings.
"What are only three ships doing here? Like you've been running away from me arbitrarily?
Etta found a funny reaction with an enemy stealth ship. She was a daughter who clearly said she wouldn't know if she didn't know, and as far as she affirmed as three, she was sure of it on three ships. He was supposed to be close to a hundred. Besides, Taro felt an irresistible creep.
"Taylor, Xiaomei will be here soon. It's from the studio, so it's going to take a while."
said Marr following Taro. She was eating a light brown chunk as she was cleverly caught by Lane, and when Taro's gaze turned to it, she turned her hand back to hide it with her own body.
"No, I won't take it and eat it otherwise...... hmm, do you need a sesame growing station dedicated to marl?
"Well, I haven't eaten that much... it's just, hey, it looks like my personal system has started putting in fat burners lately"
"Obviously you're eating too much. On the contrary, they put lipids in it. Apprentice Etta. Something tells me there's a zinc shortage at best......... by the way, what's he doing in the studio or something?
of the pram. That, though the studio, is almost factory close in reality. Marl was directly responsible for the design of the facility and was able to perform most of the work other than mass production.
"Looks like he's making some physical improvements to himself. I was consulted on whether it is mechanically possible to decompose food and carry energy, and I wonder if you want to make it in your digestive organs."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Where is he headed...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"I can't. At least at the point of miniaturization."
"Oh well. I'm a little relieved."
Upon arrival at the bridge, Taronda began to do the necessary work for each and every one of them, not just to show them.
"I tipped off the data link, Taylor. Alert level is three, okay?
"Let's go with two. Three ships can't be a threat."
"Coordinates, sent. trace lines and the expected path."
"Thanks Etta. Let me know if you're out of line with your expectations."
It's not captured by scan waves, but it does exist that it's supposed to be there. It was labeled "tentative" on the radar screen. Plus, three consciousnesses gather.
"Rock on............... Looks like you're done. They're asking me if Bella's gonna shoot you."
"Sora well, I'll shoot you... aye, wait a minute"
I have a bad feeling about it, Taro controlling Marl, who was about to send a report to Bella.
".................. hey Marr. ECM can reach quite a distance if you let it be oriented, right?
"Well, yeah. But depending on the distance, the intensity will go down, right?
"Right............... but that? This isn't good, is it?
When Taro thought of one of the tactics caught in the corner of his memory, he seized knowledge of the Imperial Naval Cadet School where it came from. That was included in his category of bad history, something that was not very welcome.
"Shall we do Colonel Doan's reconnaissance tactics... in humans? Maybe this will last forever."
Taro distorting his expression. Marl, who looked worried about it, said, "What's that?" and raises questions. Taro did not turn to Marl, but opened his mouth with his eyes on the screen.
"That's one of the tactics the old Navy colonel did. Exposure tactics, the point is, to find a stealthy platoon, there's a power move to fly drones in the direction that even the target will be. Even when it comes to stealth, it's usually captured on radar if it gets somewhat close."
To Taro's answer, Marl tilts his neck even further.
"What does that have to do with the status quo? It's over there that's stealthy, right?
"Well, what Colonel Doan was amazing about was the cost-effectiveness of all kinds of drone maneuvers, putting it together and establishing it as a tactic. I can't tell if it's worth counting on numbers, and you can hire it as an operation. But thanks to the colonel, in some circumstances, it became one of the choices we could pick."
"So, what does that have to do with..."
"Shoot now and you'll find Etta awake"
"That's not natural.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
I guess you're upsetting Taro's answer in your head, showing how Marl figured it out. She often roared with a sinister face, yeah. "If," she continued with a forethought.
"If I intercept you in the distance..."
"You know when you're no longer intercepted, it's time for Etta to sleep. This is a total attack by an invisible fleet (Stealth Fleet). If they use all the warp jammer they can, they'll wipe us out, won't they?
"Then wait till you come nearby..."
"Naturally we enter the other range. And even though it's only three ships, it's not an electronic warplane. Maybe you'll let it go with full power without thinking about it later. One or two of these ships is going to have a painful blow."
"... right? But he said Etta's situation could be kept secret."
"With Soyuko. Stupid. Honestly, I don't even have to wait until they're all close. Let's mix it up true and false and intercept it in the distance or nearby. I need to manage to delude you. Either way, we're going to increase the speed of the march."
When Taro made that decision, he quickly drew up a random number table that he deemed appropriate and sent it to Mar. When she receives it, she starts sending it to each fleet. A while later, Marr stopped moving as if something had occurred to him.
"Hey Taylor. They're sending them in on a regular basis. Stealth planes aren't deserted."
Voice color with disgust. "I guess," Taro replied, blurring as he tried not to look at Marl.
"That's what you said about tactics in the drone......... normally, I can't make an operation like this. What no one could possibly take on if it were to be shot down"
"............... well, yeah. I can almost imagine what you're doing."
Taro remembers the suicide bomber that started it and its crew.
"That could be tactically effective, and we're going to be in trouble right now... what is it? How can you do this?
Is it anger and sadness, marl with a clogged voice? When I looked to the side, Etta also looked grumpy, messing with her own hair in a grumpy manner.
"I don't know. Did wealth or power make you do that, or was it originally like that? I don't know............... whoa?
An unfamiliar communication request lost in the fleet's communications network. Taro confirmed it with amazement, telling him to throw up.
"There's a communication request from the other side. How can you do that? Let's ask this motherfucker directly."