"So, this is our next destination, the Federal Army Naha has a base, and we're going to get there, and from this nearest base, we're going to take the important supplies we are transporting into space."

While pulling up a slideshow that includes the route, photos of the target location, etc., Rajev. Hatton carefully observed the expressions of the Master Chiefs of Garuda's various departments. The unrest in Moresby has subsided, but the area is also in a state of almost ruin under the attack of the demonic giant mobile fortress, and the chaos is in chaos. Garuda was definitely not in a good state, so he had to make a forced landing on the ruins of the local port and wait for the command led by the acting captain to give an order, because there were too many damages, so they couldn't get the order, and the crew probably couldn't carry out system repairs.

However, at this time, the headquarters of the Federation Army sent a direct order from the mobile command center that did not know where to transmit a direct order from an explosive long-distance signal, ordering them to set sail in 8 hours at the latest, and then rush to Naha at full speed.

This is really a flawed command and the way it is conveyed, and when I think about it, think about the captain who is still unconscious because of the head impact, Rajev. Hatton also pulled out a cigarette with Cigar written on it from the filter handed by the Captain of Thunder and lit it, enveloping the entire captain's room even more in the poison that should have disappeared from the old century.

"It's a fucking timely order!"

After spewing out the cool words of all his strength and all his feelings, the navigator took a hard puff of his cigarette, and then fell into the sofa as if his whole body had been sucked into it.

"Are you going to force us to death, is the military headquarters asking us to send us to death?"

The chief of communications looked at the ceiling dejectedly, letting the black tea placed in front of him get cold, and Rajev ---couldn't help but think that maybe let him take a sip of the black tea now, and the tea would be frozen in an instant, because of the cold breath that erupted from the mouth of the chief of communication. But it's no wonder that he, judging from the current situation, it is clear that there are spies inside and an enemy outside, and at this time, issuing orders through long-distance communication is no different from waving to the enemy and saying, "Hey, your target is here, it is about to flee to Naha". The proper behavior should be to wait for reinforcements, waiting for the Federation to send reinforcements through the orbital airborne and sea and air routes, but this is actually unrealistic and not necessarily, because Moresby's defenders are almost in a state of collapse, Garuda himself, hehe...

"But the wife and children still have to eat, and we are not the damn bell team, if we act independently at this time, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The head waved his hand self-deprecatingly, then put it down again, and grabbed a photo from the intimate pocket of his military uniform and looked at it. Rajev knew that it was a picture of the three children of the maintenance head, who had been in the army for 28 years and lost his wife in the war of the year, and only three children remained. Becoming a deserter wanted by the Federation or going to a military court is probably the last choice of the head of the rearmament, everyone is the same, and he is also a person with a wife, so there may be only one way left.

"Let's summarize the situation first..."

Rajev rubbed his brows, and the master chiefs of each department began to summarize the situation of the giant ship Garuda, and the most direct change to reality was that half an hour later, the smoke concentration in the entire captain's room had almost reached a level that was unbearable for ordinary people, but a group of federal non-commissioned officers with red eyes and dry throats stared at Rajev without being disturbed. Haddon. Bearing the sight of many expectations that he would be able to take on the responsibilities of captain and be in shock, Rajev ripped off the collar of his shirt and said, "I'll be back soon," and left the smoky meeting site.

After walking into the nearest toilet with a gloomy face, Rajev slammed the door shut, inhaled with all his strength through his nose, and yelled:

"A bunch of bastards with no farts !!"

The roar that surged from the dantian shook the wall of the toilet, bounced back and forth, and finally bounced back into Rajev's body, and Rajev, who felt the dissatisfaction in his body again, began to pound the wall next to the sink, and the low thump began to shake Rajev's heart.

What the fuck transporting important cargo?! What the fuck ensures the safety of the voyage?! This is just an excuse for intrigue within the Federation, and Augusta's researcher is inside the ship, maybe it's just an excuse to snatch that "important material"! Putting the so-called important materials into the hands, or not caring about the attitude of an outdated warship like Garuda that no longer fits the strategy of the Federation Army, and this group of people, including himself, is fine, isn't the sneaky creeping of the Federation's Krap-class battleships in orbit the best proof of this.

Pulling pictures of his wife and daughter from his bosom, Rajev struggled to calm his anger, and eventually, the tenacity he had honed as a teenager from the slums prevailed. Feeling the dazzling and gentle aura that his wife could convey to him in the photo, and remembering the beautiful idea that his wife had told him, "At least one more lovely child", Rajev straightened up again, and after sorting out his image, he strode back to the captain's room.

"Captain, you're back."

Rajev, who noticed that the resentment in everyone's eyes had subsided a lot, nodded, and re-sat down with a mocking sentence of "Call me acting captain, even if the federal soldiers who are forced into a corner, even if they put on a show", they will not be able to do anything. Everyone knows one thing, that is, the only way out is to meet the requirements of the General Staff Headquarters as much as possible and to protect oneself as much as possible while completing the task, and this is the beginning of effective strategy planning.

"Alas, obviously I haven't even finished the condolences of my comrades who died in battle, and Moresby is such a mess...

The long sigh of the cannon thunder made the originally stable atmosphere shake again, but it quickly returned to the state it was in before.

After another forty minutes or so, Rajev and the non-commissioned officers looked at the commander of the gendarmerie who was acting as a clerk next to him with bloodshot eyes.

[Prioritize repairing the ship's internal communications, and use long-distance radio waves to ask Ouyang Heavy Industries and the Roche Chamber of Commerce for help. At the same time, people were sent to find materials for repairing communications, and the ship's personnel repaired radar and fire control. After repairing the hangar and ejection, after contacting Ouyang Heavy Industry and Roche Chamber of Commerce, we will provide a list of materials needed and take care of important goods。。。。。。 】

"Let the Roche Chamber of Commerce prepare supplies for Garuda in their Indonesian base, since there is a loophole in the airwaves, then we must make good use of it, and make a good use of it, maybe this is the minimum flexibility we can do."

"Playing the Roche Chamber of Commerce like this, our future position is worrying."

"But at this point, it's really something that can't be helped, where is the damn Round Bell team, hum."

"Speaking of which, why do you insist on delivering this unfortunate so-called important cargo?"

"That's an important tactic, no, maybe it's a strategic weapon, and the insistence of the Federation headquarters on using this important cargo may or may not be related to some future operations."

"Anyway, I have to save my life and drive to Naha."

"Chiefs of various departments, let's go and prepare immediately." Rajev waved his hand and signaled the meeting to end as he took the lead and walked out.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to check the integrity of our important cargo."