Chapter 340 Atmospheric Projection
“It looks like the Federation fleet is waiting to see our joke?”
At the captain’s seat of the Hermes, Cleeves looked at the things happening in the distance. Said the patrol fleet that was 'watching'.
Although the nearby federal navy fleet allowed their passage and follow-up operations, many patrol fleets were still mobilized to monitor the surrounding area.
Although the courses of these warships are different, their axes are all towards the Atlas Fleet - this is a typical armed alert state. In case of emergency, these warships can directly Fire.
On the virtual screen next to the captain's seat, a screen of the Ares' bridge was being projected. Randall, the deputy commander of the Atlas fleet, was holding a bag of black tea with a straw in his mouth. Suck.
After hearing what his junior said, the former federal navy lieutenant commander who volunteered to be transferred to the second command also glanced at the federal fleet in the distance.
"Isn't it? Although the top federal officials issued a statement welcoming us to carry out 'humanitarian aid' missions to show the so-called 'brilliance of humanity', it is not so beautiful when it comes to implementation at the grassroots level. The other party is probably afraid that we will interfere with their operations."
"It's understandable. After all, they are performing combat missions in a hostile area. If it were me, I would treat them so coldly."
Pause. After a moment, Cliffs looked at Randall with a relaxed look on his face and couldn't help but continue:
"Colonel, I always feel that you voluntarily transferred to become the second commander of the fleet just to fish under me."
"No, no, no, don't say that." Randall turned to look at the screen,
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“I think I am inferior to you in terms of fleet command, so it is better for this key position to be filled by professionals like you, don’t you think so Amber?”
"No, after all, why are you taking me with you?"
On the additional seat to the right of the captain's seat of the Hermes, Amber, who was originally wearing an eye mask to catch up on her sleep, had no choice but to sit down Get up.
Since this operation is the one that attracts the most attention and is also the largest scale at Atlas currently, as the head of the group, he finally chose to take charge personally
and was ready to start from orbit at any time. The plan to jump down to support - although in the eyes of a group of old people in Atlas, this plan was just an excuse for Amber's "itchy hands".
Although the physical fitness of psykers is much higher than that of ordinary people, Amber, who has undergone a lot of extensive work recently, is still a little tired both physically and mentally, so during the fleet jump During the process, he also took the time to catch up on his sleep.
“If according to what Colonel Randall said, I think Boss is actually better than me at fleet command, then shouldn’t it be better to let Boss personally conduct the command?”
Listen When Randall said it, Cliffs also laughed and joked.
"If I take command of the fleet, you two will jump from the orbit to put out the fire on my behalf?" Amber said angrily.
"No way, it's hurting your body." Randall on the screen waved his hands repeatedly,
"We don't have the perverted physiques of you 'animals' who can just sit on the HCP and jump down. . ”
“Yes, Boss, I heard from some of the HCP squadron members that you were the one who jumped with them in their recent orbital airborne training?”
Cliffs, who was sitting on the side, said. asked, while taking out a pack of Tetra Pak black tea from the storage box in the captain's seat and handing it to Amber.
"I didn't participate in the whole process. Those few times, the HCP squadron happened to be airborne in conjunction with the 'Hive', so I participated and took a look at the testing situation of the 'Hive'."
Amber said as he spoke , while taking the black tea handed over by Cliffs, he opened it and took a sip.
“Speaking of which, you guys from the federal navy like to drink black tea on the battlefield?”
“It’s an old tradition. It is said to have been passed down by the command department of the Naval Academy. It can be traced back to An ancient country called 'Britannia' during the Blue Star period."
Hearing this name, Amber almost spit out the black tea in her mouth.
He knew that the setting of "Star Sky OL" was at the level of "stitch monsters", but he never expected that so many things would be sewn into it.
Just when he was about to discuss with Cleeves in depth whether this country called 'Britannia' had ever had rumors of the 'assassination' of the 99th emperor, the shipboard controller's personality The voice suddenly rang out. "Please note that the transport ship squadron responsible for the delivery operation has entered the scheduled track and is expected to start operations in 30 minutes.
"Ten synthetic battalions responsible for preliminary security work are gradually entering the deployment of each ship Bay, waiting to be released. "
"The first batch of airdropped supply boxes and ten groups of 'hives' have been prepared in the deployment bays of each ship. ”
"After the 'Hive' completes the construction of the basic camp, subsequent staff and materials will be transported via air and space transport aircraft."
After the subsequent deployment arrangements were finished, the appearance of the Hermes and Lilith's somewhat similar shipboard controller personality turned to look at Amber.
"Boss, do you want to start the preliminary 'preparatory work' immediately?"
"If there are no special circumstances during the mission, everything will be subject to the orders of the fleet commander. Write this into the bottom layer Running guidelines."
"Understood, writing."
The eyes of the shipboard controller flashed, and something like a digital waterfall flowed between her eyes.
After a while, the shipboard controller looked at Cliffs, and then asked the question again.
"Start executing."
"As ordered."
The figure of the shipboard controller disappeared, and Cliffs turned to look at Amber, and at the same time He opened his mouth and said:
"Boss, in fact, it's the same if you give orders directly. You don't need to divide them so clearly."
"No, it's better to be more rigorous on the battlefield and divide the responsibilities clearly. You are the fleet commander, and these things should be done. It's up to you to decide. Unless you are really confused, I should not interfere with your decision-making, otherwise our command system will be in chaos in the future."
Amber paused, thinking Li couldn't help but think of an old friend, and then continued to joke:
"I believe that when the ground troops are fighting, they don't want to receive a heaven and earth communication from me, and then issue a 'machine gun position to the left' "Move 50 meters," right? "
"Hahaha, that's true."
"As Atlas grows larger and larger, due to the special nature of our company, I estimate that we will inevitably face various armed conflicts in the future.
And I am only one person, no May participate in the command of every battle, so I also hope to cultivate the 'subjective initiative' of commanders at all levels from now on."
While Amber and Cliffs were chatting about the future of Afghanistan During the planning of the "command level" of Truss, under the control of the Hermes' shipboard control personality, orders from the flagship were quickly conveyed to each ship.
Soon, ten destroyers lowered their orbits and came to the sky above the ten planned airdrop zones.
A hatch on the bottom deck of the battleship opened, and a device like a super-large 'searchlight' was pushed out.
As the destroyer's altitude further decreased, these special equipment developed based on 'atmospheric projection technology' also began to work.
‘Atmospheric projection technology’, a technology often used to add a festive atmosphere during holidays, has a new trick in Atlas’ hands this time.
The warring parties and civilians in the areas surrounding the ten planned airdrop zones stopped what they were doing and raised their heads.
Above their heads, on the curtain called 'Sky', a huge red cross sign and the Atlas LOGO appeared slowly, as if drawn by a pair of invisible hands.
(End of this chapter)