The 21st Century of the Gangsters Everywhere

The latest website: "Total battle? Did he say that?" Lin Youde frowned and looked at the correspondent of the fleet command on the screen.

"That's right, total battle." The correspondent nodded. "The UEG General Staff Headquarters is in the process of recombining orders... The authorization has come, allowing the use of all armaments including nuclear weapons, reaction weapons, material annihilation weapons, anti-material weapons, strategic beam cannons, etc., to defeat the enemy fleet at all costs.

In addition, there is a special combat order code-named "Can You Remember Love".

SDF-1 was incorporated into the 13th Independent Fleet Battle Group, and Meiyun Li was transferred to the "Cultural Attack" Operations Department of SDF-1 as a special technical second lieutenant. "

"Cultural Attack?" Lin Youde raised his brows and looked at the staff officer beside him.

The staff instantly understood his eyes and went to the shipboard Skynet system to find the corresponding instructions.

"Commander, this is an order that has been pre-stored in the flagship command network." The staff officer frowned, the order was unexpectedly short. "Assemble the entire fleet, stick to SDF-1, and while fighting, let Miyun Lee hold a concert on the hyperspace platform of SDF-1.

Let the uneducated Jetrati people experience the power of culture, instigate most of the Jetrati fleet, gather elite troops, and behead the opponent's flagship.

That's what Cultural Attack is all about. "

"A concert on the battlefield? What a joke." Lin Youde frowned, if he could sing and sing against the opponent, why would he prepare so many strategic weapons.

"Commander Lin, you may not understand that you are the commander of the Gundam Department. It is a tradition of Macross to hold concerts on the battlefield.

If possible, I also want your daughter to sing with my Meiyun on the SDF-1 platform. "Li Ping rushed to the bridge of the Grey Trojan, which was on its way to the defense line.

"Why do you want to pull my girl into the water?"

"Because the name of the first-generation singer I know is Lin Mingmei." Li Ping spread his hands. "It's just a pity that I didn't have time to find a Yoshiki and Hayase Misa to have a love triangle with her."

"I don't know what you mean at all..." Lin Youde frowned, and immediately, Lin Youde asked in a low voice. "After this operation is launched, the safest is SDF-1."

"That's right." Li Ping nodded. "Once the operation enters the fourth stage, which is the stage of human defeat, SDF-1 will forcibly jump out of the solar system and head to Xintiandi under the cover of the Iskandar fleet."

"Then, bring Mingmei here." Lin Youde's eyes flickered, he didn't want to take Li Ping's stubble for what reason, for the safety of his children. But what if the plan Li Ping gave instead gave his child a greater hope of survival?

"...Where's Hathaway?"

"He and his mother naturally have the Roche Chamber of Commerce to ensure their safety." Lin Youde was a little relieved.

"The rest depends on Ling Qianjin's talent. To be honest, Meiyun is not very suitable for singing in this environment."

"Eh?"

"...She is so happy." Li Ping looked at the sky. "As the ultimate weapon created by primitive genes, her three views are a little crooked. Compared with the guardian of the planet, she is more like a witch when she sings, and the death of human beings cannot shake her singing mood. For her, Compared to impressing the enemy and protecting the earth, I am afraid it is not as important as making her sing happy."

"...Ah?" Lin Youde looked at Li Ping blankly.

"If you don't understand the language, conveying your emotions is the most important thing. It's a pity..." Li Ping sighed heavily. "I haven't found the kind of singer in my ideal here at all. The commercialization is too serious. Now, let me add Meiyun to sing happily, or bet on your daughter."

"What a terrible thing..." Lin Youde turned his head to look at the big screen hanging on the ceiling of the bridge. "Speaking of which... is this amount we can handle?"

"God knows." Li Ping said concisely. "The combat capability of the Jetta Army is still a mystery, and the performance of conventional main guns hitting their hulls ranges from crisp and paper-like to hard and cutting-edge battleship-like.

The combat effectiveness of the carrier-based aircraft troop is also the level of a few double trump cards mixed with a large number of miscellaneous fish, and people are confused when they see it. "

"Indeed." Lin Youde nodded.

"The battle strength should be more than 10,000 to 1." Li Abao walked into the bridge and looked up at the densely packed Jetrati fleet that was still ending the FOLD flight.

"Almost, the worst case scenario." Li Ping turned around and greeted. "Long time no see, Colonel Li Abao, sister-in-law is not happy recently."

"……??"*2

"Uh... don't show this expression. Hey. Just ask." Li Ping felt a pain in the eyes of Li Abao's instantly alert expression.

"The enemy fleet seems to have stopped breaking out of the FOLD method. No new ships have appeared for 30 seconds."

"Is there an echo to the call to the Bulitay fleet?" Lin Youde looked at CIC.

"There is still no response, but the FOLD communication should have arrived."

"What about the call to the enemy fleet?"

"And still no answer."

"Refused to communicate?" Li Ping scratched his head. According to the scanning of the fleet's radar and optical system, nearly 5 million warships were assembled near the large Potozan-class fortress that escaped FOLD in lunar orbit.

Communication between fleets... surprisingly little.

The strength of data communication between the Jetrati fleets is even an order of magnitude lower than the less than 1,000 warships assembled on Earth.

"Why is this... the communication strength is too low, they are on standby?"

"Who knows." Li Ping is now hacking into the communication network of the Jetrati fleet, looking for a direct link to the fortress.

...what kind of **** communication mode is this?

Li Ping now only thinks that he is a novice electrician looking at the Indian-style street cables like coiled holes.

If messiness is a kind of beauty, this must be Louvre-level art.

"Commander, the other party has opened a wide-area coverage communication, covering the entire solar system."

"Here is the 118th Trunk Fleet of Jetrati, Gorte Podolza, the miniatures, give up you and me and surrender in arms, or you will be destroyed.

You have 15 minutes to consider the ~www.readwn.com~ Fleet Shelling Accuracy..."

Before the big head soaked in the water could finish speaking, the communication was cut off by Jetraty.

Obviously, the latter half of the sentence was not addressed to Earth.

"...How weird is the foreign policy of the Jetrati people?" Li Ping was numb to the broadcaster who was declaring war rather than persuading him to surrender. "What about the SDF-1?"

"There are still 7 minutes to meet with Miss Lin Mingmei, and it is expected to arrive at the front in 12 minutes."

"The first-line hull of the enemy fleet is deformed, and it seems to be in a state of shelling."

"It doesn't matter anymore." Li Ping only felt a sigh of relief in his chest. "Connect to Iskandar's communication line, send a request for assistance to Queen Stasia of Iskandar, and send electricity to the fleet headquarters. Don't hold back, go all out, resist the first wave and talk about it."