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 squeezing an ant to death!
In the long run, under the fierce stellar wind of the H1 star, this planet will definitely not have a stable atmosphere. Even if it exists now, this new atmosphere will still be stripped off in a few hundred thousand years at most.
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 itself to pin its strategic intentions on "large-yield anti-matter missiles causing earthquakes." As a result, it gradually forced its own side to change its main fighting method to a torrent of small and micro weapons, thus consuming most of its originally small resource reserves.
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, loop after loop, like a spider catching insects, it wraps the silk thread around itself. By the time he suddenly woke up, it was already too late.
Next step, what will the enemy do next?
The answer seems obvious. Boyaro already knew it clearly without any thinking.
Of course, we launched a full-scale counterattack!
The torrent of small and micro weapons has unique and natural advantages against small targets. But facing large targets such as enemy warships and large forts, that won't work.
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 skyrocket.
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 integrally formed, with more or less antimatter packed inside. Their mission is to explode, and there is no expectation that they will 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 continuously, taking the tactical advantage continuously by the enemy, and stepping into the traps prepared by the enemy continuously, these things had seriously affected his state of mind and undermined his self-confidence.
He even began to doubt his own wisdom, and his 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 have to adjust my mentality. I can't be anxious or impatient.
He always believed that victory would belong to the storm. A true desperate situation never exists.
It's just...there are not many opportunities left for you to make mistakes. It can even be said that it never happened again.
This time, I must find a perfect strategy and must not fall into the enemy's trap again.
Looking at President Boyaro with his eyes closed in deep thought, Sirota closed his mouth tightly and did not make a sound.
The survival of civilization depends on the president's wisdom that has been proven thousands of times.
At this moment, the flagship of the space force of human civilization. General Qin Hu's face was full of smiles as he looked at the big screen in front of him that was showing numerous volcanic eruptions on planet H1-2.
"Commander Wu Guoxing, have you seen it?"
Sheng Xiangqing's face was full of shock at this moment.
The shock does not come from the fact that volcanic eruptions create an atmosphere. After all, it is not easy for a true third-level civilization to do this.
It's nothing more than some geological exploration and research, plus some anti-matter bombs.
What really shocked him was how this incident played a decisive role in turning the tide of the war.
Like, digging a hole as a trap is never easy. The easy part is how to lure prey into the trap.
This requires consciously guiding the enemy in this direction. Moreover, during the guidance process, the enemy must not be able to notice anything amiss, and it must be coordinated with the overall strategy to perfectly integrate these guidance into the entire tactical system.
At this moment, the final effect showed undoubtedly proved that this series of plans were 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 was clearly to keep an enemy fleet as a hostage. Isn't it just to lure the enemy into taking the bait if our side surrounds us without attacking?
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 myself, a senior Space Force officer, into fooling around.
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 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. So, besides launching our own large war vehicles, such as combat spaceships and large interstellar forts, to force the enemy to continue 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.
'Well, that's 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 were more proactive in combat and acted 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 aggressive risks now, when will we wait to take aggressive risks again?
They are nothing more than some small micro-weapons. They are easy to use against planetary defense nets, 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 had never felt that he had fought so vigorously.
On the one hand, human beings have always been in a weak position against the Storm Civilization from the beginning of the war to the present, and have always been cautious. Where has it been like now, when faced with a double attack by three enemy warships, they dare to rush forward 16,000 kilometers away and rush in?
In the past, it was just asking for death! But now, even if Hu Xiaohua is beaten to death, there is no doubt that the enemy still dares 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-out manner, and they can actually take the offensive to overwhelm the enemy. This kind of thing may only happen once in a lifetime. Of course, it must be cherished and fought painfully and happily. One game.
At this moment, the storm mother ship.
Boyaro, who had closed his eyes in deep thought for a long time, finally opened his eyes.
Behind him, Sirota was extremely anxious. He tried several times to delay waking the president, but he endured it.
The situation is too urgent at the moment. Just 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 wasn't interested.
It's nothing more than a slight shortage of some of our own large and medium-sized weapons, huge pressure on the front, and a critical situation. But these things are just appearances. What he hopes to solve is the fundamental problem.
As long as the fundamental solution is solved, everything else will be easy to talk about. If you don't solve the root cause, 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 scene of the battlefield and thinking about it. Boyaro’s brows suddenly relaxed and then wrinkled. I don’t know how many possibilities flashed in his mind and were denied. Finally, his eyes gradually brightened. got up.
"Got you.'
He said these words softly.
