Gray is a star general.

In the United States of the Star Alliance, "Star General" is not the highest military rank.

It's just that the "generals" above the "star generals" are just a title, and those "star generals" who have made outstanding contributions to the "United States" may be added to the rank of "general general" when they retire.

Therefore, in terms of active soldiers, the "star general" can be said to be the highest.

It's not too young, and at Gray's age, if he were a civilian, he might already be enjoying his old age.

Thanks to the advanced biotechnology of the "United States", Gray's body is still strong enough, as long as there are no major problems with the "head", he feels that he can still sit in the position of "star general" for many years.

This time, Gray served as the commander of the "Second Fleet Group".

A captain may know the specifics of each ship in his fleet, and even know the abilities and strengths and weaknesses of more crews.

However, when fleets of different numbers are united to fight in groups, the captain's ability is somewhat lacking.

And the "star generals", who are not too numerous, are prepared for such battles.

Sitting on the bridge, Gray clicked on the desktop light screen, called up the deployment map of the "Second Fleet Cluster" and looked at it carefully.

Not far behind him, on the workbench temporarily installed in the main control room, the three-dimensional arming diagram is clearly presented.

Dominated by the "Celestial Star Clan", plus members of the "military think tank" of several other civilizations surround the workbench.

From time to time, they talked about it and touched the contact points on the portable light screen in their hands.

Forty fleets form a "fleet cluster," adding up to tens of millions of warships, large and small, and it is naturally not an easy task to mobilize and deploy defenses.

Especially for a commander with obsessive-compulsive disorder like Gray, his think tank must be deployed as perfectly as possible.

After a short while, the leader of the think tank walked up to Gray and imported the modified arming map into the desktop light screen in front of him.

After a few glances, Gray shook his head dissatisfied.

"The point of arming is not absolute defense."

"We're only here to fight, don't think about how to defend yourself."

"Alien civilizations will appear in the form of spatial jumps, I think there should be no doubt about that."

"What we have to do is cover the blow with dense artillery fire the moment they appear."

"Move more fleets to the rear, and form a defensive formation that may last longer."

"However, this will also cause problems with fire support for some warships because the distance is too long."

Gray frowned and said, while stretching out his finger to draw two circles on the light screen, directly encircling the large area of the fleet behind the triangular battle array, and then dragging it to the front.

"In this way, a three-dimensional battle formation is formed."

"In this way, we can achieve a stronger firepower output in an instant."

Retracting his hand, Gray said in a tone that could not be questioned.

It's just that the leader of the staff group obviously has other ideas, and he knows very well that the meaning of his existence is to put forward different opinions, and he said without hesitation: "In this way, if we can't suppress the alien army at the moment of the firefight, then there may be some problems with the withdrawal of the fleet." ”

Looking up at the head of the staff group that he had always trusted very much, Gray smiled faintly and said, "Henry, you are wrong. Do you think I'm here with a fleet cluster and have plans to retreat? ”

"Either succeed and we've repelled the xenomorph army."

"Either we fail or we are wiped out by them."

"Henry, we have no way out, after the decision of the council to go to war, we have no way out."

"A fleet cluster is forty fleets, and the combined number of warships, large and small, exceeds sixty million."

"There are four such fleet clusters here."

"If more than 200 million warships can't cope with the alien civilization, do you think it makes sense for us to retreat to the Utopian system?"

"The role of planetary cannons is to destroy key targets, such as the lead ship of a fleet. It is not a weapon of wide destruction. ”

"How useful do you think planetary cannons can be when it targets an army of aliens that may outnumber us at the maximum?"

"Maybe a super black hole bomb is more lethal than an extremely expensive planetary cannon."

Speaking slowly, Gray took a sip of the refreshing hot drink on the tray on the edge of the table.

"Understood, Star General, I'll change it right away."

It's not that he didn't think of this, if he couldn't even deduce this, Henry was not qualified to be the leader of the think tank under the "Star General", he just wanted to confirm his inference that he got the result, and then gave a military salute and left.

Putting down the cup, Gray turned off the defense map on the light screen on the table, and then began to send a communication connection request with the commander of the "Third Fleet Cluster", "Admiral Franks".

The communication connection was established in an instant, and the light projected by the micro projector in the corner of the desktop light screen formed a three-dimensional image in front of Gray.

At the same time, a curtain of light rose on the ground around the fleet command table where Gray was sitting, isolating him from the massive control room.

Looking at Franks, who was biting on a thick cigarette, Gray frowned.

"Don't put on a look like that."

"Gray, someone like you will never appreciate how charming a cigarette roll from the Elite is."

Puffing out a thick puff of smoke, Franks said with a smile.

"I don't have time to hear you say this useless, Franks."

"I want to know, is the Capital Circle really okay?"

Sure that his conversation had been completely cut off by the light curtain, Gray opened his mouth and went straight to the point.

"Don't worry, I've contacted Speaker Fern."

"You also know who he is, Speaker Fern is not a person who will give in, and Speaker Yuli has no way to control him."

"I've had a video call with Speaker Fern, and the closure of the Capital Star Circle is also for safety reasons, everything is normal there."

Franks said with a grin, biting down on his cigarette.

"That'll do."

"I also believe in Speaker Fern, as long as everything is in order with the Capital Circle, then there will be no problem."

Gray let out a long breath.

"So, the council makes a decision, and we just need to implement it."

"Gray, are you ready to die for the United Nations?"

Franks asked with a smile as he spat out a puff of smoke.

"Don't worry, if you're not dead, how could I be willing to die."

Laughing, Gray turned off the communication connection.

Turning off the light curtain equipment, his gaze looked through the huge observation window in the main control room into a pitch-black cosmic interstellar media area.

Although it was dark and quiet ahead, Gray seemed to have seen the alien army that appeared out of thin air, and the spectacular scene of artillery fire in the sky.