"General, here we go." Shaw, who was sitting in the front row, reminded Fazani to look up and see blue fan beams shooting out from the four corners of the room, scanning smoothly around them. As the ray swept to where Shaw was sitting, a red glow flashed in front of her, and green dots appeared on many of the auditoriums in the room. The program was informing Xiao that someone had already taken a seat at the scene, Xiao quickly picked a green dot and sat down, and the scanning program continued again, and after a while, the entire room was scanned.

The light flickered, blurring and becoming distinct, and the room was filled with a variety of figures, with nine jurors seated on the jury, dressed in blue or white uniforms, all of whom were officers of warrant officer rank and above, as could be seen from their shoulder titles.

Prosecutor Adrian. Major Schiller sat in the corner of his bench, next to his assistant Luzon, and behind the table sat a relaxed-looking Hepburn. O'Grady, who crossed his fingers on the table, seemed to be moving his joints. Fazani really wanted to run over and punch him at this time, but he knew that it was just a hologram, and the real him was now in the Seventh Military Court in Puxing Mostima City, and that room was exactly the same as this place, and they were just like him, and they could see every move here.

Fazzani subconsciously looked at Petowski beside him, but found that he didn't pay attention to the O'Grady at all, just kept his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

At one end of the defense bench, a middle-aged man in a Caravani suit stood at the edge of the bench, his hands hanging down at his side, his back to the auditorium, as if looking at the empty judge's seat, he stood motionless for a long time, suddenly turned back slowly, his eyes swept between the seats, and when he saw Fazzani, he nodded and smiled at him.

He looks like an ibic cook with no tentacles and a long nose...... Fazani smiled at him in the same way.

Jolien. Court's appearance is indeed not striking, with rough skin, a collapsed nose, and a thin-skinned mouth that does not match his fat face, but it is this mouth that has brought him reputation and wealth.

He seems to be worthy of this honor, but Court, a graduate of the ninth-rate law school, after obtaining his license, has gone from being an unpopular civil lawyer who wanders around police stations and hospitals to pick up scraps, and has been a partner of a famous law firm in Angel City.

"All stand up!" Judge Thomas. Parden entered at this time, and a military discipline court officer shouted, and all the people on the scene stood up, and the second case of O'Grady's dereliction of duty and violation of military discipline was officially announced.

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“…… At that time, in that situation, the Hothians kept firing at us, Commander Fazani ordered us to stop the ship and return, we didn't know what was happening, Major O'Grady said to us, everyone, for the survival of the 7000 Silver Alliance citizens, we can only choose to refuse to carry it out, I said at the time, Major, that is a violation of military orders! Major O'Grady was silent for a long time, but still chose to refuse the order...... "On the witness stand, "Offa. Lieutenant Gibson of the USS Ward is making a statement.

"Are you saying that General Fazani made the order without telling you why the ship stopped and why you wanted to return?" Jolien standing at the witness stand. Courtt asked.

"Yes, there is no explanation."

"Judging by the situation at the time, if the ship is stopped and returned, it is more likely that the ship will be destroyed and people will die?" Court raised an eyebrow.

"Against, gratuitous inferences!" Prosecutor Major Schiller protested.

"The opposition is valid." Judge Paden said.

"Then I'll do it another way......" Courtt smiled, two fingers pinching his fat chin. What was your final rescue process under the assumption that the Hoths continue to attack you, Lieutenant? ”

"We didn't know it at the time, but then we heard that it was Torris. Major Fotienne, wrap us around with the shields of the Flounder function ship, and then brave the attacks of the Hothians to take the Offa. The Ward sailed towards the flagship and held out to the end with a cruiser shield. ”

"That is to say, if the Flounder does not arrive in time, judging by your established route, the "Offa. The Ward's shield shouldn't last long, right? Court's sudden question, which made Fazzani, who was in the auditorium, immediately alert, Court's help, this is setting a trap? And on the bench, sure enough, this time Major Schiller did not raise any objections.

"It should be." Lieutenant Gibson nodded.

"Yes or no." Courtt asked.

"Yes." The lieutenant replied in the affirmative this time.

Are you answering empirically? I mean, as a mechanic with 5 years of boating experience, you should be very accurate in this judgment. Courtt smiled.

"Yes, this is the basic common sense of navigation, with which we can survive in battle." Lieutenant Gibson nodded.

"So from the time you refused the order to the time the Flounder received the Alpha. How long was the control of the Ward? Courtt asked.

"Objection, the defender is guiding the witnesses, he can't possibly remember the exact time that passed at that time!" Major Schiller protested.

"No, Major, you're wrong, don't you know there's something called a cockpit recorder? I already have precise data, and asking the witness is just to determine if there is a problem with his 'experience'. ”

"The objection is invalid, and the witness can answer." Judge Padden then said.

“…… 10…… 12 standard points or so......" Lieutenant Gibson thought for a moment.

"Close, very close......," said Cousin, waving the electronic record board in his hand. This period was confirmed by the Technical Center of the Military General Armament Department of the Military Commission, which was determined to be 11.7 standard points...... "He distributed the information from the record board to the clerk of the Military Discipline Tribunal, Prosecutor Schiller and Judge Paden.

"You're a great ship pilot, lieutenant, I mean under that life-and-death tension." Courtesy nodded and began to praise Lieutenant Gibson.