Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 463: Volume 5, - 64 Nothing at All

The grayish Biekelan Planet quietly drifts in the universe. It rotates imperceptibly, revolving around the star numbered B-7-2, which attracts it and provides it with light and heat, similar to what humans call the Sun. This rotation, which deeply signifies the passage of time to humans, has continued since ancient times and will continue until it finally meets its destruction one day.Compared to the universe, the ancient and weathered Biekelan is like a speck of dust, tiny and insignificant. And for Biekelan, the human fleet less than thirty thousand kilometers away is even more pitifully small. If Biekelan had life, it would find the fight between two groups of ants laughable, just like how an elephant views them.

Humans are not ants; human wars, in fact, could destroy any planet like Biekelan even thousands of years ago. This kind of technology, it’s unclear whether it’s progress or sorrow. At this moment, in the vast and dark universe, technology once again gives rise to a dazzling battle involving thousands of warships.

The Desic Fleet, making a leap forward with an inexplicable posture and using inertial speed to launch a surprise attack, has crashed into the front of the Southeast Expeditionary Fleet. This premeditated assault by the Desic Fleet’s commander Hall uses the most direct method to nullify the defense and firepower advantage of the Feiyang and Ryan battleships at a very close range.

The high-speed cruisers, destroyers, and space fighters swarm in, replacing the heavily armed battleships and becoming the primary actors in the first wave of confrontation. These relatively small space killers twist and turn, fighting at unimaginable speeds.

Countless energy cannon fire and missiles shuttle and collide recklessly. Every warship on both sides is frantically spewing death light balls from every energy cannon on their hull. The fighters dance among the swarm of warships, engaging in mutual killing. The bright red or blue energy shields flicker, casting a fleeting light shadow on the thick, dark armor as they swiftly pass the side of the ships.

As the distance shrinks, the battle grows fiercer.

One explosion after another, large or small, blooms like fireworks against the black night sky, briefly appearing and quickly disappearing. The densely packed warships are intertwined, the energy cannon fire flowing in torrents. The narrow space for the skirmish causes many ships to collide head-on, shattering and exploding. Some ships, struck by debris from other exploding ships, are cut into pieces, with their occupants and contents hurled into the void like splattered blood.

Moth-like fighters, relying on agility to avoid chaos in this extremely messy battlefield, often fail to change direction in time and crash into the shimmering energy shields of the warships, turning into small sparks. No. 3?" Fiscella leaned on the armrest of the command seat, resting his head as he gazed at the interstellar map on the main control console.

"Report, General. Currently, within the scouting range, there are no signs of electronic, biological, or energy activities. The scout team is expanding the scouting range." The voice of the Intelligence Coordinator came from the communicator on the main control console.

Fiscella softly sighed and said, "Temporarily cancel the landing and have the transport fleet move to our rear."

"Yes!"

Actually, everyone understood that just a slight directional change by the First Fleet could block the Desic Fleet’s assault on the transport fleet. Nevertheless, no one spoke up. Even those military advisers who dared to slam the table during operational analysis meetings remained exceptionally silent.

Because everyone knew that perhaps, in terms of operational style, decisiveness in killing, and operational planning and analysis, Fiscella might not be outstanding. But solely based on his battlefield command, he could easily rank among the great generals of contemporary times.

In battlefield command, Fiscella could definitely rank within the top five among the Feiyang Republic Military generals!

Since he said cancel the landing, then there must be a reason. In terms of battlefield command, no military adviser here dared to criticize his decision. These seemingly unreasonable decisions resulted from an extremely sharp intuition and a wealth of experience, proven correct repeatedly over the years.

The transport fleet swiftly moved behind the First Fleet. Their straight trajectory gradually vanished from the Desic 12th Fleet’s line of sight, concealed behind the Expeditionary Army’s First Fleet. If the Desic 12th Fleet wanted to continue its pursuit, it would either have to bypass the Expeditionary Army’s First Fleet or pass through the First Fleet’s ranks!

The Desic 12th Fleet did not pause. This force, seemingly only comparable to a second-rate fleet of the Ryan Republic in terms of Desic Space Force’s strength, seemed to ignore the powerful presence of the Expeditionary Army’s First Fleet, charging forward without any sign of changing direction.

When the central information system showed that the Desic 12th Fleet began accelerating at a distance of three thousand kilometers from the First Fleet, Fiscella smiled.

The command center was tense; everyone held their breath. Just eight thousand kilometers behind the First Fleet, within a burst of white light, three Desic fleets ended their leap and appeared in space. Faced with front and rear pincers and the dispersed formation disadvantage of the Expeditionary Army Fleet, Fiscella oddly smiled happily.

"Desic Empire’s 2nd, 9th, and 13th Mixed Fleets." The Intelligence Coordinator quickly identified the enemy.