After months of decoration and deployment, the Taiyue Operations Center was finally "fully" put into use a week ago.
Here, not only is the entire Taiyue frontline combat headquarters deployed, it is also the training and deployment base for space combat troops. Carefully selected aviation pilots from various countries around the world gather here.
Of course, due to project progress issues, the aviation base is still a little crude, and the living conditions are far inferior to the Guanghan base that has been converted to civilian use in the distance.
Major Smil is from Texas and is in his thirties. As an engineering college student, in order to realize his dream of fighting in the stars and the sea, he joined the Navy directly after graduation, boarded the Reagan, and became a
A front-line combat pilot who witnessed the confrontation in the Strait ten years ago - If you can't reach the stars, let's go to the sea first.
Time flies, with the advent of the Qin, Han, Tang, and Xia, as well as with the global reconciliation and the formation of the human community, the Reagan, which had already endured the years, was laid off gloriously last year.
Although Major Smil himself is highly skilled, has a great body, has various crisis management capabilities and has a flight record of up to 4,000 hours... he has also made up his mind to return to the farm under the general trend of global disarmament——
Although humans have space battleships, the battleships are all unmanned battleships controlled by AI. What does it matter to their pilots?
At most, when you have time in the future, you can board a tourist spacecraft commuting between the Earth and the Moon, and go to the moon to grab some soil.
But with a mysterious order, his idea came to nothing.
Major Smil looked at his neighbor on the opposite bed, who also wore the title of Air Force Major, and he complained in his native language.
"The conditions here are worse than the Reagan." After finishing his complaint, Major Smil extended his hand to the other party: "My name is Smil, what do you call me buddy?"
"Yang Wenzhi." Major Yang Wenzhi stretched out his hand generously, and listened to the pronunciation of "buddy" in the other person's mouth. "Brother, are you on the Reagan?"
"Yes, carrier aircraft pilot. What about you?"
"I'm in the Air Force, flying heavy fighters."
The two of them announced their homes to each other while packing up their gifts and beds - the double dormitory was very small, less than ten square meters, and apart from two beds, a table, and two chairs, there was no extra space.
According to their military rank and status, this is obviously a low-profile among the low-profile.
But how can I put it... As a branch of the military that is destined to be abolished, they can stay in the army and even join the Space Force... Even if they are still doing front-line jobs like "pilots", for those former colleagues, it is already extremely happy.
It's arranged.
The harder the conditions are, the harder it is. Who hasn’t come from Datou Bing’s Datongpu?
"Lao Yang, do you know what our mission is this time?" After finishing cleaning up, Major Smil asked tentatively.
When they first entered the base, they received strict orders, stating that they must speak Chinese when communicating with their colleagues in the base, and they must also pass a strict Chinese language exam - the reason is very simple. All control modules and systems of spacecraft are now in Chinese.
, and as comrades-in-arms, we must communicate in a unified language.
Of course, some special instructions can be expressed in English or Latin. Special instructions are long-standing aviation "slang", but we still want everyone to maintain the tradition.
In short, I highlight one idea, which is stable and efficient. If you can use AI translation, don’t use it.
After Major Smil received the mission, he didn't think twice about why it was him. It wasn't until he saw the notice that he roughly understood that it might have something to do with his being good at Chinese.
"I don't know. Like you, I was planning to retire and go home to farm." Yang Wenzhi shook his head and said frankly: "But on the way here, I heard a few other buddies saying that it was probably Taiyue who had built a space fighter.
, let us do a test flight."
"Space fighter?"
"Well, it's probably a space fighter..." Yang Wenzhi said as he glanced out the window, watching the robot warriors with loaded weapons patrolling outside, and several people wearing general officer uniforms striding past.
Yang Wenzhi lowered his voice and said: "AI is so advanced now. I heard that even the Auriga fleet we encountered when we came here are all unmanned spacecraft."
Major Smil nodded heavily.
The spacecraft they came from happened to pass by the Auriga fleet, and they watched the twenty-four space battleships representing mankind's most advanced space battleships line up and set sail, leaving a halo like a meteor in the sky and heading straight towards the wormhole.
... Frankly speaking, as a soldier, it is impossible not to be shocked.
But because as a soldier, Smil also smelled something unusual.
Humanity sent out all its main warships at once, including the Ursa Minor Fleet that left a few months ago. The Ursa Minor Fleet can also be explained as escorting guests from the Anima, but how to explain the current Auriga Fleet?
There is no doubt that in non-war times, this is counterintuitive.
Because the first mission of all war weapons is to defend the homeland, there is only one possibility for sending all weapons out, and that is to send them to the front line!
However...as of now, I haven't heard any news of war.
"Whatever, we soldiers should just listen to the arrangements." Yang Wenzhi took out a photo of his son from his backpack, slapped the photo on the wall, and said with a smile: "My son will be five years old this year."
age."
"Oh, my daughter is four years old this year." Major Smil also took out a photo of a little girl from the back cover of his mobile phone and handed it to Yang Wenzhi. He received heartfelt praise and posted it on the wall.
The two people looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
Now ten years have passed, and they are in the same room as comrades...it can only be said that fate is unpredictable, and no one can predict what will happen next.
At this moment, Aita's voice came from above.
"Notification, all military personnel holding S-level registration passes must go to the -6F floor, A7 conference room within fifteen minutes, repeat..."
The two looked at each other, and their good military qualities made them stand up at the same time, and then strode out.
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On the 9th underground floor, Taiyue Operations Center, frontline conference room.
General Qin sat at the head of the circular conference table, his eyes sweeping over the faces of the responsible persons.
Thanks to the outstanding contributions China has made in this technological revolution, half of the people here are from China. And including him, these people are the core decision-making force of the Chiefs of Staff Conference of the entire human space force.
Although they still need to submit to the community meeting for approval after making their operational opinions, everyone knows that in real wartime, all real-time tactical instructions will be issued directly from here.
No leader is interested in directing a warship to advance a thousand meters during a war.
"Everyone, this is what happened ten minutes ago."
General Qin looked away, his expression extremely solemn.
As his voice fell, a holographic simulation also dropped on the desktop.
In the picture, two light spots quickly formed in front of the human detector, and then slowly enlarged to look like two space vehicles.
