In the loud report of the radar non-commissioned officer, Rear Admiral Balbas straightened his collar and put on his military cap. After confirming that his appearance was decent, he turned on the fleet's all-channel radio and said in his last little time in this world: "I am Rear Admiral Balbas, this ship is about to be sunk by the Doomsday Weapon, and now I announce the last order: the Imperial Navy wants everyone to do their duty!" ”

As soon as the words fell, pillars of pale cyan light directly penetrated the flagship of the 107th Fleet, the Ancient-class supercarrier North.

At this point, at 1:24:44 p.m. on March 17, YC, the commander of the 107th Fleet of the Imperial Navy, Rear Admiral Balbas Mellon, Baron Baron, was killed in battle! The flagship North and the more than 1,600 crew members on board sank with the ship!

All the officers and men of the Imperial Navy present watched the fall of the flagship, and no one organized, regardless of the usual behavior of Rear Admiral Balbas, these officers and men spontaneously stopped what they were doing and saluted in the direction of the flagship.

Then they roared and launched a counter-assault on the hibernator fleet!

"One Wing follow me!"

"Avenge the General!"

"Kill all the damn bastards!"

"We can't let these damn guys get away with us! They must pay for what they have done! ”

All sorts of roars resounded throughout the fleet channel.

And on the Titan battleship Southern Foodie of the 107th Fleet, Andrew's adjutant reminded him: "Lord Sir, according to the battlefield command regulations of the Imperial Navy, it should be you who take over the command now!" ”

"Oh?。。 Oh! "Andrew hadn't reacted to the news of the sinking of the flagship and the death of the fleet commander.

The adjutant had to remind him again: "Lord Sir, now that Rear Admiral Balbas has died in battle, according to the Imperial Navy's battlefield command regulations, it should now be you who take over the command!" ”

"Me? Let me command?! Andrew almost jumped out of his seat.

God be pitiful! Andrew, who has only a handful of command experience since joining the Imperial Navy, is a standard firedog, according to the veterans of the Imperial Navy.

The so-called firepower dog is the name given to the newcomers or new commanders of the Imperial Navy who have gone through countless bloody battles to those newcomers or new commanders who have not experienced too many battles.

The reason is simple, these new colleagues will only meticulously carry out the instructions they give, and have no initiative of their own at all. It's like a pet dog that everyone in Emma's empire will keep in captivity, and the owner tells it to do whatever it wants, so it's called a fire dog.

And now our poor Andrew is faced with the problem that he is just a fire dog who executes according to the orders of the fleet commander. Let him command the fleet in battle?

"What should I do now?" Andrew's voice almost burst into tears.

"Lord Sir, the entire fleet is now waiting for your orders!" The adjutant beside him urged him like a spell.

"That. . . That one.. I'm Second Rank Rear Admiral Andrew Moffa, captain of the Southern Foodie's Divine Messenger-class Titan. Right now.. Now according to the wartime regulations of the Imperial Navy, it will be taken over by me. Took over the command of the 107th Fleet. Andrew finally straightened his tongue and stumbled over the words of the Imperial Navy's wartime regulations that he had just dug up from his personal terminal.

After listening to these words, the commanders of the Imperial Navy at all levels on the battlefield complained in their hearts: Can this guy who even stumbles to speak really clean up the current situation? However, since you are a soldier and have an order, you have to carry it out even if you are reluctant.

"I order that each wing now be under the command of its own wing commander, so be it for now!" Andrew knew his level, so he simply didn't command, and let the group of wing captains below who didn't know how much more experience than him could continue to command, he only needed to be a mascot who agreed to the order.

Adiria Field, Efinor Constellation, Camillo Galaxy

The Imperial Navy's Logistics Support Department, located on Planet 5 of the Camillo system, is one of the tactical support points for the entire Efinor constellation. As one of the Imperial Navy's strategic fortresses deployed in the Adiriya space, the station was originally intended to be built as a military bridgehead. Not only does it have a very strong firepower and shield defense position, but it is also equipped with an additional garrison fleet that is more powerful than other military space stations, and the entire space station is kept in combat readiness all year round to deal with the attacks of the bloody attackers.

In the radar room of the space station, several radar soldiers who were on combat readiness duty were chatting quietly while staring at the screen.

"Hey, when was the last time you had a holiday?" A soldier asked.

"Seems like three months ago? Or was it half a year ago? A soldier replied

"You're confused, aren't you? It was clearly three years ago! Hahahaha! There were soldiers on the side joking.

"Hahaha! You.. You really are! Hahaha" Several soldiers burst into laughter.

"Hey! Guys, sorry to interrupt you, but come and see what this is? Their joy didn't last long when they were interrupted by a soldier in front of a radar screen.

"What's going on?" Several GIs rushed to the radar screen one by one.

"Well, look." The radar soldier sitting in front of the screen pointed to a point of light and said to his colleagues: "You see, this interceptor ship was rushing directly towards us at high speed at the beginning, and I thought it was an emergency military situation and ignored it. Then the interceptor's behavior became more and more strange, first circumnavigating the space station, and then constantly trying to approach the anchorage gate where the garrison fleet was located. Isn't that an anomaly? The radarman sitting in front of the screen recounted his findings.

"Oh? Does that look suspicious? Why not just use the sentry battery to destroy it? Someone asked.

"I tried, and when I noticed its unusual behavior, I tried to check its identity through the identification code, but the message from the switchboard told me that my permissions were insufficient?" Said the radar soldier in front of the screen.

"How so? Our authority is already high. ”

"No matter, then send it a contact request first, and if they refuse or don't respond for a long time, then just destroy it!" The veteran of several soldiers with more seniority was the final word.

"Yes!"

"Start sending a contact request, waiting for the other party to accept it...