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Chapter 137 The Great Silence II(2/2)

[Weapons and equipment: standard equipment for battle groups, including high-energy laser cannons, electromagnetic pulse missiles, proton torpedoes and Death Angel landing units——]

[Estimated execution time: twelve hours]

[Desired effect: Destruction]

action parameters

[Combat unit: First Theater Command Group-Alfa Fleet (including battleships 1 to 4, cruisers 1 to 6, and destroyers 1 to 10)]

[Support units: Logistics support group-Σ17, medical rescue fleet-Ω5]

[Risk assessment: Medium. The enemy is expected to have strong counterattack capabilities and may deploy stealth or automatic defense systems.]

[Retreat plan: If the enemy's counterattack exceeds the estimate, or our casualties exceed the preset threshold (10%), immediately start the retreat program Δ9 and return to the safe coordinate point L4-Γ according to the preset route.]

Additional instructions

Ensure complete intelligence updates prior to strike.

The angels boarded the ship and were ready to join the gang, with the primary strategic goal of destroying the ship's machine soul.

Perform damage assessment immediately after strike and report results.

Commander's note:

[Our goal is to execute strikes quickly and accurately, minimize unnecessary injuries and losses, and ensure that all combat units strictly abide by rules and procedures.]

——Instruction upload completed——

The battle groups of the Star Fleet are neatly arranged, like the Milky Way in the night sky.

With the issuance of TK-421, the theater commander's detailed combat depth command, the entire fleet began to prepare for a precise and deadly attack on the Iberian deep space fleet.

The three detachments A, B, and C responded quickly to the order and began to deploy according to the predetermined tactical actions.

In the space, battleships and cruisers moved slowly, the weapon systems on their hulls began to warm up, and the launchers and turrets were aligned at the established coordinates.

The destroyers shuttled swiftly between the fleets, preparing for the coming battle.

As the estimated execution time approached, the battleships and cruisers of each squadron began to advance towards the designated coordinates, forming almost insurmountable barriers.

The ships of each battle group maintain precise distances between each other, ensuring the stability and flexibility of the battle formation.

The core of the fleet—precision-guided energy weapons and molecular-level destructive torpedoes—are on standby, ready to launch a fatal strike at any time.

After uploading the instructions, Nemo turned around and headed in the direction of the assault ship. At the same time, he said vigorously to the civilian officials:

"Molly, prepare the single-hull assault craft for me."

Morley immediately followed Nemo's footsteps and at the same time adjusted the single-hull assault boat used for gang jumping according to his instructions.

"You want to go to the front line in person?" As he followed, he looked worriedly at the sparks gradually bursting out in the ethereal sky, which was a sign of the beginning of the battle.

"San Martin, San Juan, Gallega, Nao Victoria, San Mateo, San Felipe, Santiago, Larena..., the eight benchmark ships of the Armada.

"According to their past fighting style, they will never disperse their battle groups. Look at their fleet's current path and their distribution. What can you see?" Nemo asked his civilian officer.

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"Among these eight ships, the Santiago is the most technologically advanced ship and the fastest aircraft carrier. They want to cover his surprise attack and bring Iberia's vitality back to the world." The young civil servant immediately based his opinion on his own.

Analysis of insights.

"Molly, don't look at what the enemy wants you to see, but look at what the enemy doesn't want you to see."

Nemo did not immediately refute Molly's words. He called up the map and set the parameters.

The young civil servant looked curiously at Nemo's goal of joining a gang.

"La Reina?" he murmured in confusion.

"Yes, the Larena."

An icy cold light flashed in the old man's eyes.
Chapter completed!
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