MTL - Interstellar Fairy Tale-Chapter 23

A brief burst of fighting spirit cannot turn the whole situation around. In the face of absolute strength, no matter how strong willpower and competitive spirit are, it will not be of much use. However, the fledgling tiger cubs are always reluctant to say failure, even if their losses have reached 60%, they still resist stubbornly.

The Madoff Military Academy had fewer than 150 fighters, and the Eighth Fleet lost less than 50 fighters. This comparison can already predict the signs of the defeat of the young students. If it is on the real battlefield, this battle will eventually evolve into a war of annihilation, no doubt.

Shang Ping was at the center of the fierce battle at this moment. At some point, the remaining students, Fang fighter jets, began to gather around Shang Ping and the two fighter jets that were initially approaching him. Using it, although they are still a group of rookies, Ke can at least gather into an effective defense against the enemy. The triangle formed by Shang Ping and the other two has shot down five enemy planes in a row. This made the remaining students no longer stick to the concept of lower grades and graduation, and began to communicate with Shang Ping through a communication device. After Shang Ping heard certain words from the communicator, he almost fainted in the cabin.

What gives him the command of the remaining fighter jets?

What do you like about him?

What do you expect him to at least lead everyone not to be wiped out? !

What is this all about? Did these people forget that he was just a junior student who was watching with the team and should not have appeared on the battlefield? ! This actual combat exercise is to hone graduate students, right? If the command of the battlefield is handed over to him, what's the point of this actual combat exercise! If he can really lead this group of nonsense idiots out of the fate of being wiped out, can it be possible that the academy will allow him to graduate early?

Shang Ping was amused to find that his humorous cells were active at this time, and he did not give Shang Ping a chance to object. After a certain guy handed over the command to Shang Ping, he was quickly shot down by the enemy's particle cannon. Shang Ping thought helplessly, could that guy do it on purpose? When things got to this point, even if he didn't want to do it, he had to bite the bullet and do it.

There was no way, Shang Ping bit his lip, pulled the control lever again, and quickly pulled the fighter up to the right, barely dodging the attack of two beams of particle cannons. As a result, a student behind him was unfortunately shot down on the spot.

Can't go on like this!

Shang Ping clenched the operating lever and adjusted the wave frequency of the communication device to the maximum. He didn't care whether the enemy would capture the message, and directly issued an order to all the student fighters to spread out in an X formation.

What? What a joke!

Almost everyone was taken aback by Shang Ping's order. With such a huge disparity in the strength of the enemy and the enemy, why should the remaining partners be dispersed? Wouldn't that make it easier to be shot down by the enemy?

"Do as I say!"

Shang Ping's tone was extremely strong, his eyes were fixed on the fighters of the Eighth Fleet around him, and Austin's voice first came from the communicator, "Yes!"

The next few voices came from a guy Shang Ping was fairly familiar with, a small group of lower grades headed by the gray-haired boy, so they haven't been shot down yet? Shang Ping pouted.

Strict militarized education played the biggest role at this time. Although Shang Ping's intentions could not be understood, more than 100 fighter jets driven by students from the Madoff Military Academy still spread to different coordinate positions at the fastest speed. Just now, the fighter jets of the Eighth Fleet were already encircling on three sides, trying to wipe out all the cadet fighter jets that were gathered together. Unexpectedly, in just a moment, these little guys who should have gathered together and shivered turned out to be at a very fast speed. Scattered, each student fighter lined up in columns to break through in four directions according to Shang Ping's requirements, although their combat experience was not comparable to that of the fighter pilots of the Eighth Fleet, although they had no way to launch ahead of each other When the shells are fired, at least they still have unexpected speed!

This is the most basic quality every Madoff Military Academy student must possess.

The number of fighters on the trainee side is too small, which is fatal, but in a sense, it is more conducive to their escape.

The fighter pilots of the Eighth Fleet began to feel helpless. In terms of the situation of the entire battlefield, they are in an absolute advantage, and victory is close at hand, which even makes them feel that it is too easy to raise too much fighting spirit. Although the group of students and soldiers broke out once in the middle, it was only because the commander of the other party was too conservative or incompetent. They could only let the fighting spirit that erupted in that moment be wasted. At that time, the opponent has already revealed flaws. However, just after the commander of the other side was shot down and the command was handed over to one of the fighter jets, these fighter pilots, who were almost yawning while pressing the particle cannon launcher, suddenly had a strange feeling. The feeling, that is obtained after surviving thousands of battlefields, a keen intuition of powerful enemies.

At the next moment, these student soldiers, who should have been obediently waiting to be slaughtered, suddenly began to break through in four directions. Their running route was a bit tricky. Although it was a straight line, the distribution of fighters was uneven, which can be said to be their combat effectiveness. Too few, it can be said to be some kind of subconscious behavior. In short, after the fighter pilots of the Eighth Fleet realized the intention of this group of student soldiers, they fired particle cannons for the first time, but had no choice but to find that those meshed All the dazzling beams shot into the darkness of space, and the student fighter jets that broke through in four directions flew past the fighter jets of the Eighth Fleet almost in the gap between these nets.

They did not launch particle cannons. At this distance, they could shoot down these cadets by fine-tuning the launch coordinates of the particle cannons. However, due to the gathering of the team just now, once the coordinates are slightly skewed, it is likely to cause damage to their fighters. .

This is not allowed!

The fighter pilots of the Eighth Fleet followed the habits of the battlefield even in the actual combat exercises, which dealt a heavy blow to the cadets of the Madoff Military Academy, and unexpectedly let these cadets escape.

However, the cadets’ progress was only at the beginning. Only less than 60 cadet fighter jets escaped the encirclement. After the drivers of the Eighth Fleet understood Shang Ping’s combat intentions, they quickly expanded the encirclement, which was just right. Within the range of the particle cannon, the remaining student fighters who did not have time to escape eventually became victims of the particle cannon. Among them, Shang Ping and Austin, and the boy with gray hair.

However, the Eighth Fleet Fighter Detachment's plan to wipe out the Madoff Military Academy cadet fighters failed in the end.

Colonel Hansen and Colonel Edgar watched the entire combat exercise from start to finish. A thought also arose in the minds of the two colonels. If another person was in command of the battle at the beginning, would there be a different outcome?

"Edgar, I have to admit, your adopted son is quite good!"

"certainly!"

Colonel Edgar laughed and patted Hansen on the shoulder, "That's my baby and the son of Goodwill, it's a matter of course!"

"Goodwill, if Goodwill is still alive, maybe we can have a drink to celebrate."

Colonel Hansen gave a rare smile. He still remembers the companion who boarded the battleship together, and the man who covered himself and Edgar in the battle and finally disappeared into the dark universe.

"Yeah, that bastard!"

Ed put down the military cap and covered his eyes, then raised his head, grabbed the military cap in his hand, and waved at Colonel Hansen, "I'm going to reward my baby now, so, Colonel Hansen, if you want to drink, go alone!"

"You bastard!"

Colonel Hansen blew his beard at Edgar's back, but didn't seem too angry. At this moment, the communicator in front of the flagship console said to Hansen: "Colonel, the patrol fleet has sent back urgent information."

"Come here."

"Yes."

At the airport of the Cannon Military Fortress, a group of cadets from the Madoff Military Academy gathered around, talking loudly about the exercise just now, even ignoring the instructors standing aside.

Shang Ping jumped off the fighter plane. Austin was already waiting for him. The slender boy seemed a little unhappy because he was shot down in the battle just now. His soft blond hair was a little messed up by the wind, and his green eyes looked at the helmet in his hand. Seems to be thinking about something.

Shang Ping didn't feel sad or unwilling. He only had one thought in his mind now: "I finally got out of the fighter plane alive, I'm really thankful!"

"Austin..."

Before Shang Ping could finish his words, the graduate students who had just gathered suddenly gathered around him. Even if there was only a one-year difference, the height and physique of these teenagers would still put a lot of pressure on Shang Ping. Compared with the seriousness and arrogance of the lower grade students in the past, this time, these young people did not hesitate to express their admiration for Shang Ping.

"You guy, you're a genius!"

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​escaping this way?"

"It's amazing, do you really have another year to graduate?"

"Ah, I can't wait to see you beating up that troop of soldiers in your graduation drill!"

These enthusiastic young men surrounded Shang Ping in the center, expressing their admiration in a loud voice, Austin remained silent, the gray-haired junior student and his small group murmured in a low voice: "What, probably Just luck, it just happened."

Only this time, the other junior students didn't seem to agree with his point of view: "If it's really luck, show us your luck too."

"Yes, and when Shang Ping issued an order, weren't you one of the first to respond?"

The gray-haired boy only turned his head to one side and snorted in disapproval. Well, he admits that the black-haired Shang Ping is very powerful, but that doesn't mean anything. Next time, next time, he must act to impress everyone!

That evening, Colonel Hansen, Commander of the Eighth Fleet, sent his staff to bring the real-time record of the actual combat exercise to the accompanying instructors at the Madoff Military Academy, and at the same time expressed Colonel Hansen's love for the students who had outstanding performance in combat. Feelings.

"The colonel is very regretful. The young men with outstanding performance are not graduate students. Otherwise, he will apply to the military as soon as possible to let these young men join the Eighth Fleet."

One stone stirred up a thousand waves. Although the staff's words were motivating, they also made the young men in the graduation period feel uncomfortable. In the final analysis, their performance in the actual combat exercise was terrible, and it is no wonder that the commander of the Eighth Fleet praised Shang Ping.

At this time, Shang Ping, who was praised, was being held in his arms by Colonel Edgar, and was thrown into the sky with force, just like what Colonel Edgar did every time when he was a child.

"Uncle Edgar, I'm not a child anymore!"

"yes?"

Colonel Edgar clasped Shang Ping's waist with both hands, and lifted Shang Ping in the air with ease, "It's so light, baby, you need to eat more! When I was your age, if someone wanted to throw me away It's pure delusion!"

Shang Ping put his hands on Colonel Edgar's shoulders and sighed helplessly. How should he explain the differences between races to Uncle Edgar? I guess it's useless. Now is completely different from the earth era. In Uncle Edgar's concept, there is only the difference between the Mars people and the Seth people. As for the white people or the yellow people, I have never heard of it.

Shang Ping sometimes also finds it strange. He thinks that his height and body shape have reached the standard, why does he still think that he is thin in the eyes of others? Just like the previous rumors with Austin, isn't it a small brunette guy?

"Baby? What are you thinking?"

"nothing."

Shang Ping shook his head and motioned to Colonel Edjia to let him down, but when he landed, a pair of big hands pressed his shoulders.

"Baby, although you performed well today, you made the most fatal mistake. Do you know what it is?"

"…Myself?"

"right."

Edgar looked at Shang Ping with a rare seriousness, his handsome face was very serious, "Baby, you have to remember that when you stand in the commander's position, you must play your role well. Indeed, your commander envoys that group of students. You escaped the fate of being annihilated, but you stayed in the encirclement. You must know that on the real battlefield, if you lose the commander, you also lose the soul of the battleship. If there is no substitute for your command people, then you must save your life at all costs! Otherwise, those who escape first will only go to destruction."

"Is this from experience?"

When Shang Ping finished his words, Colonel Edgar pressed him on the head, "Baby, are you mocking me? Uncle, I have never lost a battle!"

"Ha ha…"

After the actual combat exercise, Shang Ping also ended his trip to Canon. The cadets of the Madoff Military Academy will return to Mars. The graduating students are notified of fleet service or sent to the wild planet according to their performance. The nine junior students with the team have no such troubles for the time being. However, they must return to the Madoff Military Academy. , and start to make up for the courses missed these days. This is also quite distressing, at least for the seven people other than Shang Ping and Austin, sitting in the classroom for several days in a row to face the boring academic class is really not a happy thing.

Just when Shang Ping was memorizing Professor Trinider's history class notes, the new president of the Republic of Seth, Liu Xi, received a report from the Royce artificial celestial body from the confidential secretary Kent.

Looking at the contents of the report, Liu Xi frowned slightly.