The two of them rubbed against each other for a while. Lu Fenghan buried his head in Qi Yan's neck, took a deep breath, and rubbed his fingers on the red marks on Qi Yan's skin: "Do you want to apply a layer of healing gel?"

Lu Fenghan's eyes were very dark.

It was as if Qi Yan was a frosty white porcelain, and he filled the glaze with color himself.

Because of the watery light in his eyes, Qi Yan's eyebrows and eyes added a bit of beauty. He shook his head and refused: "No... too much, there are also on the back and thighs, which is not very convenient."

After saying that, Qi Yan's earlobe was hot, and he immediately remembered the origin of those marks.

At this moment, he was a little annoyed that he had a good memory, so he unconsciously separated each frame and slowed down the detailed recall.

As the instigator, Lu Fenghan smiled and asked deliberately: "Why is it inconvenient?"

Seeing that Qi Yan didn't say anything, but just widened his eyes and looked at him a little aggrieved, Lu Fenghan stood up straight: "Okay, I know, I won't tease you anymore, you are used to being coquettish."

Another reason is that it is really difficult to stop talking about this topic.

After smoothing the cuffs of the standard shirt, Lu Fenghan raised his eyes again, and there was a bit more military spirit on him.

At the same time, Pojun reminded: "The fleet is about to enter the defense range."

The virtual star map that lit up showed that the reconnaissance ship was in place, and green light spots representing smooth signals were dotted around the fleet, and the missile thrusters of the frigate were also preheated.

The metal debris and small objects floating in space were pushed away by the fleet's invisible force field, and the fleet with shield and sword as its emblem gradually revealed its sharp fangs.

The image on the virtual screen changed, and a planet surrounded by a light golden "belt" appeared. In the video dialogue box, Metierin curled her lips and said, "The rebels' aesthetics are really not good. This planet is a mess of yellow, dark yellow, light yellow, bright yellow, and brown yellow. It's too eye-catching!"

Dushan agreed with her, "Our Leto is still beautiful, the real diamond in the sky!"

Only Weiyin focused on combat readiness, "Commander, will the rebel legions deliberately fish for us later? For example, they will hide near the planetary defense circle of their holy star. Once we get close, once we are targeted by the defense system, the frontline troops will immediately be passive."

"No," Lu Fenghan had naturally thought about this problem, "the other side doesn't dare to let us get close to the atmosphere of the Holy Star with missile thrusters. Even if the probability of the missile penetrating the defense system and landing on the surface of the Holy Star is only one in ten thousand, they must block this probability. So before we get close to the Holy Star, we will be blocked."

Mei Jielin muttered, "It's really troublesome to be a legion commander in the rebels. We have to save Helena in the Fifth Legion, and not a single blade of grass on the Holy Star can be damaged. How good is our alliance? At worst, I will quit my job and the union will still calculate my monthly salary as full-term!"

Long Xiyun, who has always been accustomed to listening to the "pre-war group chat", said, "The rebels can give them endless money. Do you have it?"

"I--" Mei Jielin said angrily, "Not now, but I believe I will have it in the future!"

The richest man in the expeditionary army will never admit defeat!

Of course, the prerequisite is that the commander will do his best!

Mei Jielin looked at Lu Fenghan, full of doubts--tsk, commander, can you do it?

The whole journey was calm, and from time to time, the sound of several people joking could be heard in the command room. Qi Yan liked to listen to it very much, especially Mei Jielin and Wei Yin. The two of them could make up a lively and noisy crosstalk performance, which stripped away the solemn atmosphere before the war and eased the air.

"The peach blossoms are blooming in March, but my lover never comes back. I untied my perfume belt and exposed myself..." Mei Jielin was singing a song she had learned from somewhere. She was singing with great enthusiasm when suddenly her voice changed and she raised her voice by several degrees. "It's coming!"

Her voice was accompanied by a sharp alarm and a strong beam of light piercing the darkness outside the porthole!

Mei Jielin narrowed her eyes and couldn't help but swear, "Are you showing off your wealth? The people haven't arrived yet, but you use the high-energy particle cannon first?"

Lu Fenghan frowned and asked Pojun, "Determine the impact position of the enemy's high-energy particle cannon."

There was an area on the star map circled by a red square.

Lu Fenghan: "Did the starships within the attack range successfully escape the explosion area?"

Pojun immediately reported: "Ninety-three percent of the starships successfully escaped the explosion by using maneuverable leaping."

Mei Jielin also breathed a sigh of relief: "Maneuverable leaping is indeed the nemesis of this kind of fixed-point artillery attack! You aim at that point and shoot, and the bomb is also within the range of that point. I turn on the maneuverable leaping device and run away immediately!"

Dushan concluded: "As long as I leap fast enough, the explosion can't catch up with me!"

Mei Jielin: "That's right!"

At this time, in the destroyer sequence of the Jiangling fleet, Chagall's palms were covered with cold sweat. He puffed up his cheeks and sighed: "Luckily I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have died right there!"

As he spoke, he turned the joystick and assembled the fleet formation.

Calvin was beside him: "Your reaction is faster than before, you have improved, you must have trained a lot, right?"

In order to prevent the destroyer from being left without a pilot due to the death or injury of the pilot, usually, the destroyer will carry at least two people to go into battle.

Xia Jiaer scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly, revealing his pride: "Isn't there a casual game in the simulation training system for training evasion ability? I have raised my ranking to the highest in the entire system!"

"Is that 'Xia' on the leaderboard you?" Calvin was surprised, "What the hell are you? How could you reach the highest level in such a short time?"

"I've been playing for a long time! I play a few games after every training session. It's a good way to relax and exercise my reaction ability." Xia Gaer was even more embarrassed. "I only entered 'Xia' in the record to imitate the commander. In the previous grading system of the First Military Academy, the first place was always 'Lu'!"

Calvin didn't feel much about Xia Gaer's imitation behavior. After all, Lu Fenghan had many admirers and followers in the expeditionary army.

He was more surprised by Xia Gaer's talent and perseverance - he grew too fast!

When he met such a seedling who was born to be suitable for the battlefield, he would always feel relieved and at the same time feel a sense of regret.

Because it was certain that in a short time, this guy's rank would be higher than his own, and when they met, he would have to salute and call him sir!

Chagall did not notice Calvin's complex emotions: "Senior, our captain seems to be getting too excited again."

In the communication channel, Duchamp's voice was so loud that it hurt people's ears: "Attention all vanguards! The other side dared to use high-energy particle cannons to provoke us, implying that our expeditionary force is poor? We can't tolerate it, bite to death the main ship that fired the cannon!"

Chagall was still in a state of being easily provoked, his eyes were shining, and he shouted "I can't stand it", and immediately controlled the destroyer to attack the opposite side. Calvin had experienced many battles, big and small, and he scratched his ears that were shaken uncomfortably, and calmly began to calculate the firepower reserve on the ship.

The destroyer's maneuverability is extremely high, and with the addition of mobile jumps, it has become a ghost that comes and goes without a trace. It didn't take long for the enemy's main battleship's escort ship to be thrown to the ground. Countless bombs exploded in the dark, and the flames were blinding.

But within two minutes, Chagall frowned.

He moved his lips, and after a few seconds he sorted out his feelings: "Senior, do you feel... something seems to be wrong."

"What's wrong? The opponent's fighting style?"

"I can't really explain it, but... the opponent is very wrong. The feel is different, yes, the feel! Now I feel like I was fighting against a virtual ship in a simulated battlefield when I was in the First Military Academy."

While Chagall dodged the enemy's laser cannon, he looked at Calvin with a nervous expression and affirmed, "It's really wrong!"

Ten seconds later, "You feel right." Calvin's face gradually became serious. He had more battlefield experience than Chagall. "A soldier, no matter how fast he reacts, will always have half a second or a second to react, but the opponent doesn't seem to have that."

"But there's nothing on the other side!" Dushan's voice rang out in the command room. "There's a problem, there must be a problem! The battle situation on my side hasn't become clear yet, but there are already signs that things are not going well!"

Mei Jielin immediately took over, speaking very quickly: "Because of human physiological limitations, from seeing the light or hearing the alarm, to the brain making a decision, to the body executing it - it's impossible to react so quickly! I can dodge a fucking laser cannon fired at my face, can a human reach this level?"

She described it more specifically, "I feel like I'm being besieged by hundreds of commanders in their best condition driving all kinds of starships!"

Her metaphor was recognized by everyone.

Lu Fenghan's individual combat skills are second to none in the expeditionary army. He had fewer opportunities to show his abilities after becoming the commander-in-chief, but Mei Jielin and the others never dared to forget the experience of being crushed by Lu Fenghan in all aspects.

Lu Fenghan asked Pojun: "Have you processed the battlefield data?"

"Three seconds left," Po Jun reported immediately after getting the result, "According to the images, signals, environment and other data I captured, and comprehensive analysis, the combat reaction time of the drivers of the enemy's attack ships, small ships, etc. is in the range of 0.1-0.2 seconds on average, which is much higher than the normal human high value of 0.4-0.5 seconds."

Mei Jie Lin screamed, "How the hell are we going to fight this? It's okay if there are only one or two king soldiers, but there's a whole fucking field of them? Nine out of ten bombardments failed! And they can show me continuous turns and side dodges that are beyond the limits of human beings within one minute! Aren't the drivers inside breathing or afraid?"

Not breathing, not afraid...?

The wing dodge is an advanced operation for destroyer driving. Because it requires too high a physical fitness from the driver, it is not even included in the teaching scope of the First Military Academy. At the same time, if the wing dodge is used three times in a row within one minute, the driver will be unable to breathe and suffer from brain hypoxia.

When Lu Fenghan drives a destroyer himself, he rarely uses the wing dodge. First, the effect is not very good. Second, if he uses it twice more, the burden on his body will increase, and his thinking will become slower and his reaction will become duller, which is not good enough.

His eyes moved, and then became more serious. Lu Fenghan ordered again: "Pojun, change the reference object to you, or to an optical computer."

Mei Jielin raised her eyes suddenly: "Commander, what do you mean?"

Long Xiyun continued: "The driver himself and the people who command the driver will not be stupid enough to take the initiative to perform three side dodges within one minute."

Lu Fenghan: "Yes, this order seems too rigid and does not take into account reality."

Mei Jielin immediately She immediately understood: "So, Commander, you suspect that the one who gave the order was not a human, but an artificial intelligence or an optical computer?"

The one who answered her was Po Jun: "Ms. Mei Jielin, I can be sure that I am the top existence in artificial intelligence today. For the time being, there is no artificial intelligence like me." He reported again, "Commander, the comparison and reference have yielded results, and the possibility of being controlled by an optical computer is 81%."

The communication channel was silent for two seconds.

Wei Yin said, "What kind of wisdom and light are the messengers of the rebel army who were given?"

Lu Fenghan looked at the star map and said, "Control by optical computers has advantages, but if you use three side dodges in a minute, the driver's mortality rate will be extremely high."

Po Jun also said, "For example, I will put the general's first order first. If the first order is victory, then I will do whatever it takes and ignore other things."

Long Xiyun asked, "In that case, is there no one on the destroyer?"

"No." It was Qi Yan who spoke. "At the beginning of the development of starships, including destroyers, due to various considerations, they only targeted the existence of 'humans'. In other words, even if a light computer wants to control a destroyer, it must be done through 'humans' as a medium."

Everyone present knew that under the rule of the rebels, there was never a shortage of human lives to be sacrificed.

As long as they thought that sacrificing these people could bring enough benefits.

Mei Jielin tightened her lips: "Could it be clones, chip implants, or something else?"

When Mei Jielin thought that the people fighting against her might be a group of "people" without thoughts, emotions, and fear, she felt a chill.

Weiyin habitually answered her question: "Maybe it's a clone with a chip implanted?"

Finding that even Lu Fenghan was looking at him, Weiyin paused and lowered his voice twice: "Is it really possible? I'm just guessing, but...clones and illegal chip implants are both against the laws and ethics of the Alliance."

Meijielin's tone was unclear whether it was sarcasm or something else: "If their God says it's okay, then it's okay. Of course, this subject can also be replaced by 'God's spokesperson'."

This is the horror of autocracy.

The expeditionary force had never fought such a war before.

Chagall hadn't, and neither had Calvin.

The laser cannon was once again avoided by the enemy target. Sweat dripped down Chagall's temples. He quickened his speech: "We can't go on like this! If we dodge successfully every time, our ammunition reserves will soon be exhausted! Mobile jumps are also limited in number and cannot be used indefinitely. If the enemy is eyeing our supply ships, we won't be able to take the risk to replenish our ammunition and energy reserves!"

Calvin was also thinking of a solution: "Let's save some money for now and focus on dodging!"

However, after the enemy noticed their intention, they would immediately surround them with two or three destroyers, forcing them to be unable to dodge.

Chagall swallowed his saliva, his lips dry: "The other side reacted too quickly, as if they could cooperate immediately without any dialogue or signals! It's not like three people driving three starships at all, it's more like one person driving three starships at the same time!"

Even the most tacit partners will have a delay of a few seconds between one party and the other in cooperation, because it is impossible for people to communicate with each other at such a long distance.

Calvin looked at the light spot on the virtual screen, his back felt cold, and he murmured: "...This battle will be difficult to fight."

The same cognition emerged in the hearts of everyone in the command room.

The victory or defeat of the battle is often just because of a certain detail.

For example, the expeditionary force can use mobile leaping to disrupt the rhythm and layout of the rebels, avoid encirclement, and directly leap to the target point for effective attack.

Similarly, the rebels' new trick of successfully dodging artillery fire in just 0.1 seconds is difficult to deal with. Faced with such a situation, in addition to the continuous consumption of ammunition stocks, they will be helpless in a short period of time and may be dragged to death.

It's like stepping into a quagmire and unable to get out.

In the background sound of the communication dialogue boxes of several captains, similar words can be captured continuously.

"...The stern of the destroyer series D85 was damaged, and the ammunition stock is less than 25%!"

"...The ammunition stock of the destroyer series G117 is insufficient! The main reason is that the hit rate is too low, so low that I even wonder if this fucking nightmare hasn't woken up yet!"

"...The laser gun turret is damaged, and the missile is empty!"

Mei Jielin wiped her face: "This feeling is too disgusting, the guns on the opposite side can't hit, and the guns on the opposite side hit every time!"

Every ray of air became tense.

Everyone was thinking quickly about the response strategy.

At this time, Qi Yan said: "I may have a way."

His profile was reflected by the fire outside the porthole, with a faint layer of color. His eyes were like stars and his voice was calm: "General, I need to use the super optical computer of the technical department."