Chapter 219 I, Amber, will be a fisherman today
“Amber, they are fighting.”
Randall connected to Gnaku’s video communication, and then was speechless He looked at the Atlas boss who was putting on a heavy-duty hydraulic anti-gravity suit.
In the background of the video, Amber’s very eye-catching red special machine is parked on the maintenance rack.
Many members of the maintenance team were floating around the machine body with various instruments and pipelines, doing final preparation work.
This machine was enlarged by one size and directly broke through the ten-meter level. The whole machine was so modified that even the original designer could not recognize it when he arrived at the scene. It was the latest achievement of the HCP maintenance team.
Amber has always felt that the skeleton of the Zealot series is too classic, and the previous version has a good reputation among players. It is a model with great potential for transformation.
So he did not replace other aircraft for the time being. Instead, he asked the maintenance team to deeply modify the aircraft according to his own combat style and habits.
Thanks to the acquisition of the Trident Studio team, their skilled workers and various processing equipment helped a lot in the transformation.
“I know that the atmosphere has paved the way for them. If this happens, there will definitely be a fight.”
Amber clicked a lock on the hydraulic anti-gravity suit, then looked at the screen and continued:
"Let's not rush to do it, be patient and wait for a suitable time." Stop the fight."
"Of course I know this. We only have five destroyers. If we rush over now, we will get killed."
Randall nodded and was about to give a righteous reprimand. 'As soon as Amber was about to lead the team out again, she saw another big head appearing in the communication interface.
It is Cliffs, the new captain of the Hermes.
"Boss, senior, the pre-war inspection of the entire fleet has been completed, and the preparations of the five warships are all normal."
The pre-war inspection that Cliffs mentioned refers to him putting on a virtual device and conducting a virtual Patrolling and inspecting all ships in the fleet in space.
It also saves him the trouble of boarding a transport boat and running between battleships.
At present, Atlas's fleet is hiding near an asteroid, arranged in an extremely dense formation, with the distance between each warship less than one kilometer.
At this distance, nanotube lines for wired communication are connected between every two battleships.
This allows efficient communication while maintaining radio silence.
"Very good, it was the wisest decision I made to keep you professionals here."
Amber praised both the other party and himself in a smooth manner.
His behavior of praising his subordinates for everything makes Cleeves still a little uncomfortable with it.
Whether he was in the Federal Navy or Mary Bay Industry, he had never seen a superior with such a character.
"Thank you for your compliment. But Boss, do you really want me to be the commander of the fleet? In fact, I have always thought that your command ability is definitely better than mine."
Cliffs raised this question After asking the question for a long time, he heard his senior reply:
"Just be the commander of this fleet. Your boss has never stayed at the captain's seat peacefully, so he I like to drive HCP out to kill people.”
“Those who know me, Randall~”
“Go ahead! Just let this go and be the boss every day, and you will know how to go out. ! If something goes wrong with you on the battlefield, what will happen to the hundreds of people in Atlas?"
"Hey, Randall, you are such a crow. The fight is about to start, can't you say something nice?"
Cliffs looked helplessly at the boss and the boss who were starting to hurt each other across the screen. Senior, he had imagined many scenarios before, but he just didn't expect to see such a scene.
“Forget it, I won’t tell you so much anymore.” Amber ignored Randall’s ‘international friendly’ gesture and looked at Cliffs.
“Cliffs, the fleet command will be left to you. You can feel free and bold to command according to your ideas. Although Randall is not very reliable, I still believe in his vision. ”
“Well, Boss!”
While Atlas's fleet was preparing for the next raid, the exchange of fire between the combined fleet and the Timler family fleet also entered a fierce stage from the firing of the first shot.
Although both the Federation and the Star Dragon Empire have relaxed the purchase permission for warships and heavy particle cannons, charged particle cannons and other weapons for the private sector. This allows many civilian forces to assemble a fleet with basic space warfare capabilities.
However, for some special warships and weapons, the official has not yet opened the procurement license to the private sector.
Thermonuclear weapons are one of them.
Although placed in space, the power of thermonuclear weapons is somewhat insufficient.
But placed in the atmosphere, this thing is still a serious 'weapon of mass destruction'.
And with humanity's current technology, miniaturized thermonuclear weapons can already be made so small that a single person can carry a small-yield nuclear bomb.
If someone takes this thing and detonates it in a city on a colonial planet, it will still make headlines.
Based on this, civilian forces still cannot legally possess thermonuclear weapons.
This also leads to the fact that civilian armed fleets are not able to equip their ships with "defensive tactical hydrogen bombs" like the regular army.
So it is impossible to use the high-temperature plasma fireball produced by the explosion of thermonuclear weapons to intercept the opponent's physical artillery shells during a battle.
It is even more impossible to use the electric field filled with elementary particles generated within the range after the explosion to interfere with the attacks of charged weapons such as charged particle cannons or heavy particle cannons.
In this context, the fleet battle between civilian forces is more simple and crude, it is a head-to-head confrontation.
Rather than saying it is a battle, it is better to say it is a simple mathematical problem about the total power.
Whoever can occupy more power at a certain moment can gain an advantage at this moment.
Accumulate these advantages bit by bit to achieve the final victory.
It was precisely because both warring parties discovered that the other side did not use the 'defensive tactical hydrogen bomb' commonly used by the regular army, that they finally confirmed that the other side was not a regular army.
Since they are all civilian armed forces, there is nothing more to say, just do it and be done with it.
Right now, the two fleets are dancing a waltz at a distance of about 8,000 kilometers in the asteroid dense area.
The 'white line' that flashes between the two sides from time to time is a symbol of the firing of the battleship's main gun.
Compared with the operation of 'drawing a circle' in the open universe, it is much more difficult to do so in a dense area of asteroids.
Because the commanders of both sides not only have to pay attention to each other's position, but also constantly direct the fleet to avoid those huge asteroids or ice blocks with a relative speed of 10-20 kilometers per second.
Humanity's giant steel ships are still a bit unsatisfactory in front of these 'gadgets' that weigh hundreds of millions of tons at least.
What's even worse is that because the area is covered with denser gravel, these battleships do not dare to open the array of heat sinks arranged on the sides as usual.
Although the hull can ignore the impact of high-speed flying gravel, the heat sink cannot withstand it.
In addition to the liquid nitrogen cooling layer and blackbody layer arranged under the battleship's armor plate, the expandable heat sink is also one of the most important heat dissipation devices on the ship.
So under the current situation where we dare not open the heat sink, the heat dissipation pressure of the battleship suddenly increased.
The most intuitive result is that the firing frequency of the main guns of the warships on both sides has dropped significantly compared with usual.
The asteroids that block the rays from time to time, as well as the constantly changing relative speed and angular speed, originally made the shooting accuracy of the warships on both sides a bit ugly at a distance of 8,000 kilometers.
The reduction in shooting frequency amplifies this problem again.
The shipboard control personalities on all battleships are already under high computing load at this time.
Because in addition to calculating a large number of parameters to assist the gunner in shooting based on the data returned by the battleship's sensors, they also need to coordinate and control the operation of the entire ship's subsystems.
If the commanders on both sides do not come up with a solution, then this battle will evolve into a long and boring low-precision shooting.
(End of this chapter)