Chapter 219 I, Amber, Will Be the Fisherman Today

"Amber, they're fighting."

Randall connected to Gnaku's video communication, and then looked speechlessly at the Atlas boss who was putting on the heavy 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 Fanatic series is too classic, and its previous life has been well received by players. It is a model with great potential for transformation.

Therefore, 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 been set up for them, and 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 into action, be patient and wait for a suitable opportunity before we try to break up the fight."

"Of course I know this. We only have these five destroyers. If we rush over now, we will get killed."

Randall nodded, and just as he was about to 'justly scold' Amber for preparing to lead the team out again, he saw another big head appear in the communication interface.

It's Cliffs, the new captain of the Hermes.

"Boss, senior, the pre-war inspection of the entire fleet has been completed. The preparations for the five warships are all normal."

The pre-war inspection that Cliffs mentioned refers to the work in which he puts on a virtual device and conducts inspections and inspections of all ships in the fleet in the virtual space.

It also saves him the trouble of boarding a transport boat and running between battleships.

Atlas's fleet is currently 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 herself smoothly.

His behavior of praising his subordinates for everything made Cleeves still a little uncomfortable with it.

Whether 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 believed that your command ability is definitely better than mine."

Cliffs asked this question that he had been holding back for a long time, and then heard his senior answer quickly:

"You should just be the commander of this fleet. Your boss has never been content in the captain's seat. He likes to drive out in HCP to kill people."

"The one who knows me is Randall~"

"Go, go, go! Just let this go and be the boss every day, and you 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're such a crow. A fight is about to start, can't you say something nice?"

Cliffs looked helplessly at his boss and senior who were starting to hurt each other across the screen. He had expected 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, I will leave the fleet command 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."

"Um, Boss!"

While Atlas' 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 government still does not open procurement licenses to private parties.

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'.

Moreover, with current human 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.

Therefore, it is impossible to use the high-temperature plasma fireball generated by the explosion of thermonuclear weapons to intercept the opponent's physical artillery shells during combat.

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 attack of charged weapons such as charged particle cannons or heavy particle cannons.

In this context, fleet battles between civilian forces are more simple and crude, that is, head-on shooting.

Rather than saying it is a battle, it is better to say it is a simple math problem of total power.

Whoever can occupy more power at a certain moment can gain an advantage at this moment.

Then accumulate this little bit of advantage and achieve the final victory.

It is precisely because both sides of the war found that the other side did not use the "defensive tactical hydrogen bomb" commonly used by regular troops that they finally confirmed that the other side was not a regular army.

Since they are all civilian armed forces, there is nothing to say, just do it.

At present, 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 main gun firing of the battleship.

Compared with the operation of "drawing a circle" in the empty universe, it is much more difficult to do this in the asteroid-dense area.

Because the commanders of both sides not only have to pay attention to the position of the other side, but also have to constantly command the fleet to avoid those huge asteroids or ice blocks with a relative speed of 10-20 kilometers per second.

The human steel giant ships are still not good enough in front of these "gadgets" with a minimum mass of hundreds of millions of tons.

What's more, because there are more dense gravel in the area, these warships dare not open the heat sink array arranged on the side as usual.

Although the hull can ignore the impact of those high-speed flying gravel, the heat sink can't stand it.

In addition to the liquid nitrogen cooling layer and black body layer arranged under the armor plate of the warship, the heat sink that can be opened is also one of the most important heat dissipation devices on the ship.

So in the current situation where the heat sink is not dared to be opened, the heat dissipation pressure of the warship suddenly increased.

The most intuitive result is that the main gun firing frequency of the warships of both sides is greatly reduced compared to usual.

The asteroids that block the rays from time to time, as well as the constantly changing relative speed and angular velocity, originally made the shooting accuracy of the warships of both sides at 8,000 kilometers a bit ugly.

The reduction in shooting frequency has magnified this problem again.

All the shipboard control personalities on the warships are now in a state of high-load computing.

Because in addition to calculating a large number of parameters to assist the gunners in shooting based on the data sent back by the warship sensors, they also have to coordinate the operation of the subsystems of the entire ship.

If the commanders on both sides do not come up with a solution, then this battle will turn into a long and boring low-precision shooting match.