Counterfeit Hero

The fat man sat obediently next to Hastings, his ears pricked up, his eyes wide open, and he listened carefully.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered Tokii, his student many years ago.

At that time, I was still an inconspicuous "fat man" sitting in a spacious and bright classroom. Outside the window, the campus was lined with green trees. Students holding books and professors walking calmly passed by under the trees. Summer cicadas were chirping, The white runway lines on the red runway extend to the dormitory building in the distance. The sun is bright, shining on the lawn of the stadium and the leaves of the trees. There is a kind of fiery tranquility.

The surround sound in the classroom is always so clear. Not a single impurity. On the podium, the gray-haired professor pointed at the virtual teaching screen with an electronic pointer, his voice rising and falling. The classmates around me had different expressions on the sleepy afternoon: they looked indifferent to their poor studies, were idle, whispering to each other, or lying on their desks sleeping. Those who are good at studying are concentrated, and the expression on their faces is almost holy and pious.

At that time, I was just a fat man with neither high nor low grades, no enviable life experience, and no outstanding appearance.

Cowardly, not striving for progress, without any realistic ideals, let alone plans for the future. Every day, I sneak past the bullies in school with a low eyebrow and apologize to everyone I can't offend. The greatest pleasure is to stand in the aisle and peek into the breasts of girls wearing dresses, or go home and sort out their porn magazines and inflatable dolls, counting the arrival time of the latest limited edition dolls ordered with their fingers on the burning floor.

Occasionally, I would stand alone in the crowd and quietly look at An Lei under the spotlight. See her laughing with her classmates, see her long hair flying, and see her dancing like an elf at a party with blurred lights and laughter. , conquer everyone.

These seem to be all of my student life - "calm and restless", full of adolescent hormones, reverie, sweat, sunshine and longing.

"At that time, I never dreamed that one day war would break out, cities would be destroyed, and I would become a soldier, fighting for a careless life on a battlefield filled with smoke and gunfire."

Nor would he have thought that today, many years after leaving school, he would be sitting next to Marshal Hastings, the god of war, Feiyang, taking such a class.

In front of him, the semicircular silver-white central podium exuded a soft metallic luster. Three huge tactical computer main screens and dozens of small screens of different colors and sizes that also belong to different system terminals are suspended above them.

Through this command platform, Fatty can clearly and intuitively understand all the information about the fleet. The deployment of troops, the situation of Skynet's electronic countermeasures, the proportion of fleet battle losses, and even the current specific situation of each warship are all crystal clear.

Fatty knew that the central podium was the chessboard. These steel fleets, in which humanity has exhausted its last resources, are the pawns on the chessboard.

Hastings is sitting on this side of the chessboard, and Sobol is on the other side of the chessboard! They are the gods of this star field. Every order they make will determine the dozens or millions of soldiers on both sides on the chessboard. life and death!

This lesson "is of great importance!"

The atmosphere" became increasingly tense as the distance between Lechter's fleet and Xio's fleet came closer.

Because Sobol invested far more troops in the left-wing theater than in other theaters, and because of the importance of the left-wing theater, the Fiji League generals in the command hall paid far more attention to the left-wing theater than the center and right wing.

"Tactical command is not as mysterious as you think." He seemed to feel Fatty's nervousness. Hastings, who was staring at the screen, turned around and said to Fatty.

"Whether you want to defeat the enemy or block the enemy, all you need to do is to choose the appropriate formation and tactics based on the battlefield situation." These formation tactics are found in military textbooks. They are all classics that have been tempered by thousands of years of war. It is not difficult to master it. "The difficult thing is to use it..."

"Fight in formation and then fight" is the common law of war, and the wonderful use of it "exists in one mind..."

The fat man's mind quickly recalled a sentence he saw when he was studying conducting in the Garipalan laboratory.

"Yes..." Hastings nodded approvingly and said: "It is difficult to say that space fleet combat is difficult, but it is also easy to say that it is simple. It is difficult" because the battle on the ground is two-dimensional, while the battle in space is It's three-dimensional. For battles on the ground, whether it is mechas or fighter planes, a war plan can be drawn using the earth as the base. But in space battles, battleships can fly freely...".

Having said that, Hastings asked the fat man: "Can you play three-dimensional chess on a two-dimensional chessboard?"

The fat man shook his head so fast that his cheeks almost flew out.

The sense of direction developed by human beings living on earth is the biggest obstacle for ordinary people to understand space operations. Although many interstellar plane maps have been drawn for this "human habit", they are just maps. No one can compress a space battle onto a single plane map.

Human commanders must abide by the space rules of space if they want to command operations!

"You say it's simple, but it's really very simple." Hastings said with a faint smile: "Although the battlefield is in space and the terrain is more complicated than on the ground, because of the preciousness and rarity of battleships, every space battle will be complicated. The return of resource assets will have a greater impact on both sides' forces than on the ground.

A space battleship, even a basic frigate, is thousands of times more valuable than a soldier or a mecha. Therefore, "no country can invest as many as in space as on the ground." Combat units The number of combat units is small, and the frequency and duration of fleet battles are much longer and longer than ground battles. Therefore, battles between space fleets are controllable. "You can't control a soldier to dodge bullets, specify his shooting target and running route." However, you can control a battleship and almost all details of a fleet in battle. Including navigation route, steering angle and salvo time..."

Having said this, Hastings took a short break and said slowly: "Therefore, space battles are also called battles of details. Commanders need to penetrate their command into every detail of the fleet and battleships... "

The fat man listened carefully. .