It can be said that with the volcanic eruption ejecting a huge amount of gas, a temporary atmosphere was created for this planet that originally had no atmosphere. Our strategic goal has completely failed, and there is no possibility of success anymore.
The speed of 152 kilometers per second is too slow. Even if the enemy's planetary defense network defense density is reduced to one thousandth or one ten thousandth of the current level, facing such a huge missile with such a slow speed, it must be defended.
, destroying it must be as simple as crushing an ant to death!
In the long run, under the fierce stellar wind of H1 star, this planet will definitely not have a stable atmosphere. Even if it does have it now, this new atmosphere will still be there in hundreds of thousands of years at most.
being stripped off.
But let alone hundreds of thousands of years, I can’t wait even a few years!
"Trap! Trap!"
At this moment, Boyaro understood everything in his heart.
The enemy deliberately showed its weakness from the beginning, tempting our side to pin its strategic intentions on "large-yield anti-matter missiles causing earthquakes." As a result, it gradually forced our side to change its main combat method to a torrent of small and micro weapons, thus
Most of the originally small resource reserves were consumed.
In order to achieve this goal, they even consciously mobilized fleets from other planets to create the illusion that reinforcements were about to arrive, and if they didn't attack the planet as soon as possible, there would be no chance!
One move after another, step by step, one after another, the silk thread was wrapped around his body like a spider catching insects. When he suddenly woke up, it was already too late.
Next step, what will the enemy do next?
The answer seemed obvious. Boyaro knew it clearly without any thinking.
Of course, we launched a full-scale counterattack!
The torrent of small and micro weapons has a unique and natural advantage against small targets. But it will not work against large targets such as enemy warships and large forts.
Those targets must be faced with large weapons.
It is foreseeable that once the enemy launches a full-scale counterattack, the consumption of our own large weapons will rise sharply.
But now, most of our own limited resource reserves have been used to make small weapons! What else can be used to make enough large weapons for consumption?
Dismantle those small arms and recycle them?
Not to mention the lack of time in terms of process and manpower, you must know that small weapons are all formed in one piece, with more or less antimatter packed inside. Their mission is to explode, and they never expected to be dismantled.
In this case, how to remove it?
They serve no purpose other than to knock them out!
Behind him, Sirota's expression had also turned pale.
He also understood what the change in the situation at this moment meant.
"President, what should we do, what should we do?
The redness in Boyaro's eyes slowly receded, and his distorted face gradually returned to calm. He raised his hand, stopped Sirota's words, and slowly closed his eyes.
He realized that being fooled by the enemy one after another, taking the tactical advantage continuously, and stepping into the enemy's preset traps continuously, these things had seriously affected his state of mind and undermined his self-confidence.
It even made me start to doubt my own wisdom, and my belief in victory was shaken.
This kind of situation has never happened even in the large-scale wars in the Iron Blood Nebula.
Now, I must adjust my mentality. I must not be anxious or impatient.
He always firmly believes that victory will belong to the storm. There will never be a real desperate situation.
It's just that... there are not many opportunities left for me to make mistakes. It can even be said that there is no chance for me to make mistakes.
This time, I must find a perfect strategy and must not fall into the enemy's trap again.
Looking at President Boyaro, who was contemplating with his eyes closed, Sirota closed her mouth tightly and did not make a sound.
The survival of civilization rests on the president's wisdom that has been proven thousands of times.
At this moment, the flagship of the human civilization's space force. Looking at the big screen in front of him showing the scenes of numerous volcanic eruptions on planet H1-2, General Qin Hu's face was full of smiles.
"Commander Wu Guoxing, have you seen it?"
Sheng Xiangqing's face was full of shock at this moment.
This shock does not come from the fact that "volcanic eruptions create an atmosphere" itself. After all, it is not easy for a true third-level civilization to do this.
It's nothing more than some geological exploration, research, and some anti-matter bombs.
What really shocked him was how this incident played a decisive role in turning the tide of the war.
Just like, it is never easy to dig a hole as a trap. What is easy is how to lead the prey into the trap.
This requires consciously guiding the enemy in this direction from scratch. Moreover, during the guidance process, the enemy must not be able to notice anything amiss, and it also needs to cooperate with the overall strategy to guide these aspects perfectly.
Integrated into the entire tactical system.
At this moment, the final effect is undoubtedly proof that this series of plans are successful.
Not to mention the enemy, even myself, a senior officer of the Space Force, as a personal participant and executor of this entire set of tactics, was not aware of the existence of this trap!
In the process of executing the mission, I always thought that I was completing other tactical goals, and I never thought about this aspect at all!
Just like the blockade in the H1-3 galaxy, it is clearly to leave an enemy fleet as a hostage. Isn't it to lure the enemy into taking the bait if our side is encircling and not fighting?
If this is the case for him, the commanders of the other group army fleets must also be the same.
However, without everyone knowing it, the situation developed naturally to what it is now.
The combat system formulated by civilized leaders such as Leader Zhao Changxing and General Qin Hu was able to fool even me, a senior executive of the Space Force, perfectly.
And, since even one of our own people has been deceived, how can the enemy not be fooled?
At this moment, Wu Guoxing was filled with awe.
"That's it, that's it
At this moment, apart from sighing repeatedly, he could hardly say anything else.
"So, Commander Wu Guoxing, what should we do next?'
This question is not difficult to answer.
The enemy has already used most of its resources to manufacture small and micro weapons, and the reserves and manufacturing potential of medium and large weapons are bound to be insufficient. Then, in addition to launching our own large war vehicles, such as combat spaceships, large interstellar forts and other targets, to force the enemy
Besides continuing to consume medium and large weapons, is there any other option that is better than this?
beat!
Use up all the enemy's large and medium-sized weapons and see what else you can use to fight!
Without energy and cannonballs, so-called interstellar battleships are nothing more than flying coffins!
Facing Wu Guoxing's answer, General Qin Hu nodded with satisfaction.
"Then let's finish it.'
At this moment, with the emergence of the atmosphere of planet H1-2, the human side ended its counterattack.
The battle situation at this moment is completely different from before. At this time, the warships on the human side are more proactive in combat and act more aggressively and risk-taking.
The reason is very simple. We already know that the enemy has insufficient large and medium-sized weapons and offensive means. The threat to our warships is much lower than before. If we don't take risks and take risks now, when will we wait until we can take risks again?
They are nothing more than some small micro-weapons. They are easy to use against planetary defense networks, but not very useful against battleships!
Just hit it!
"Fight! Throw me fifty missiles! Go forward! Occupy the A-325 area!"
On the D3615 ship, Captain Hu Xiaohua has never felt that he has fought so heartily.
On the one hand, humans have always been in a weak position against the Storm Civilization from the beginning of the war, and have always been cautious. Wherever it is like now, when faced with three enemy warships, they dare to move forward 16,000 kilometers directly.
Break in?
In the past, it was just seeking death! But now, even if Hu Xiaohua was killed, he would not doubt that the enemy would still dare to fight like before.
Sure enough, facing their own forward thrust, the three Storm Fleet warships fired a wave of electromagnetic cannons and micro-missiles without any pain, and then retreated in embarrassment.
"Uncomfortable!"
Hu Xiaohua roared.
Hundreds of thousands of warships can counterattack five to six hundred thousand warships in an all-round way, and they can actually take the offensive to overwhelm the enemy. This kind of thing may only happen once in a lifetime, so of course it must be cherished and fought painfully and happily.
One game.
At this moment, the storm mothership.
Boyaro, who had closed his eyes in deep thought for a long time, finally opened his eyes.
Behind him, Sirota was extremely anxious and tried to delay waking the president several times, but she endured it.
The situation at this moment is too urgent. In the past period of time, countless emergency battle reports have been reported, each of which requires the president to make a personal decision.
Looking at the eager Sirota, Boyaro raised his hand again.
He knew what Sirota wanted to say, but he was not interested.
It's nothing more than a slight shortage of some of his own large and medium-sized weapons, the front is under huge pressure, and the situation is critical. But these things are just symptoms. What he hopes to solve is the root cause.
As long as the fundamentals are solved, everything else will be easy to talk about. Without solving the fundamentals, solving ten thousand superficial problems will not help. "You deal with those things.
After giving a faint instruction, Boyaro turned around again and ended his careless search on the actual battlefield map.
He was looking for a possibility that would allow him to destroy the industrial base of the enemy's Planet No. 2.
This is the most fundamental problem.
I don’t know how long I have been looking at the real battlefield pictures and thinking about it. Boyaro’s brows suddenly relaxed and sometimes wrinkled. I don’t know how many possibilities flashed in his mind and were denied. Finally, his eyes gradually brightened.