"They acted so blindly, and fled in embarrassment, and lost the entire Valkyria, and also pulled down 200,000 Silver Alliance citizens. Of course, if it's a real strategic consideration, that's fine, but for a person who risked his life to wipe their ass, shouldn't he have at least one sentence, sorry? Fazzani was sincere with those last three words, but his little humor obviously couldn't get Shaw to laugh.

"They've really lost a lot of staff." Fazzani had no choice but to point to the radar form on the tactical console and zoom in on the entire desktop, the 7th Special Brigade of the Volunteer Army and the 3rd and 6th fleets of the Silver Alliance were stationed in Forkus in the Itong system at the same time, they shared a military airport, and were relatively familiar with each other's ship distribution and arrangement.

"Nicole, you see, these stupid people still maintain that unfortunate 'Lyott' formation, as if they are afraid that others will not know that they are being beaten all over the ground looking for teeth." He pointed to the neat column formation of the Third Fleet on the regional star map, and there were obviously many vacuums at the edge of the ranks.

"I've noticed, the general ......" Shaw retrieved the materials on the tactical table and combined the earlier formational records with the current one. According to preliminary statistics, the Third Fleet alone lost two destroyers and nine frigates, perhaps seriously injured and towed to the nearest airport for repairs......"

"I'm afraid that even the boat people can't repair the space junk that destroys the ship and kills people......" Fazzani couldn't help but agitate the cheeks. In the event of a war between us and those big-headed aliens, these guys are probably the ones who are most excited, and the sharp increase in garbage will not only prepare a large number of key accessories for their next migration, but also bring an abundance of war food. You know, Nicole, the compressed food and protein bars in those lower cabins are enough for the entire crew to eat for an entire year, and as long as they don't get destroyed in the fire, they stay fresh almost forever in a vacuum. ”

"I know what you're trying to say, General." Xiao said expressionlessly. "The logistics support department's ship food ration is according to wartime standards, and considering the very high probability of engine failure and instrument-induced miscarriage, the reserve food can greatly improve the survival rate of the ship after being rescued."

"I'd rather have more vipers in those hapless spaces, and even one more would increase the success rate of the operation." Damned atonement action, 80 poor vipers go to meet the entire fleet of Hothians! Fazani muttered curses in his heart.

"Maybe not at all, General, the success rate of the whole plan depends on the camouflage of this boat migration, not the number of destroyers." Xiao hit the nail on the head. "If it really gets to the point where we need to dispatch a viper, we've already lost half of the integrity of our mission."

"Forget about that so-called integrity, Nicole." Fazani's finger tapped on the star map. "I can be sure that this is not an easy trip, absolutely not!"

"But you said something completely different last time in Zoroaster." Nicole. Shaw looked at Fazzani, which made the latter make a hint of amusement in her beautiful eyes.

She had been haunting the last command, the preconceived misjudgment from the beginning, and completely handed over the initiative to Fakhl to decide the direction of the battlefield, but it was the same as this time, it was only the Kezmian rats, and this time it was the brilliant Vulken!

"The Walkens aren't as retarded as the nerds at the Staff deem deem them to be." Fazzani had no choice but to make his arguments. "To be honest, I didn't have any interest in this clumsy camouflage plan from the beginning, those blue dolls with big heads, maybe they can think about the origin or meaning of life through time and space, these ghost shit things......" he spread his hands to his assistant and made a funny expression. Will they not know that our crooked modified spacecraft is actually the handiwork of the Silver Alliance? Let's save it to our province. ”

"The men of the Naval Engineering Bureau know what they are doing, General, and the information collected by the Intelligence Bureau has been analysed, and it is meticulous and professional, and it is arguably the best ...... I have ever seen."

"But it's not them, it's us, remember?" God knows what will happen! No one will ever know! Fazani cried out in his heart. "When something happens, you have to rely on your own intuition to improvise, not on that pile of useless data." He announced to Shaw.

"You have the final say, General." Xiao replied respectfully.

It's that kind of look again! With Zoroaster's humiliation, she didn't trust my instincts. For Nicole. Fazani only pretended not to see the doubts in Xiao's eyes, he propped his elbows on the tactical console, his hands palms supported his chin, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the red dot in the regional star map, which represented his small fleet, and the Seleket stargate in front of him, which formed a large red mist.

Anubis, Isis, Atum, Tefnut...... In order to reach the damned Silver Alliance's fringe system, Fazzani and his Boatfolk fleet have traversed a total of nine stargates of various forms over the course of twenty days. These stargates, which are boundless, concentrated, or thick in black fog, or covered with red clouds, can only be said to be strange, and none of them are similar.

But in Fazzani's mind, they had one significant thing in common, the eye of the storm and the abominable electromagnetic lightning, and the trembling of his mind every time he passed by, Fazzani only felt that his soul was being torn apart layer by layer every time he passed through these clouds cursed by ancient demons.

"Is the function ship ready? Let Torris talk to me. He began to tell his assistant to begin, and he said silently in his mind that he had to continue the process, which could not be stopped.

"General!" Torris. Major Fotienne's swarthy face appeared in the holographic projection of the tactical console, and he was now wearing the uniform of a naval officer of the Silver Alliance, and the navy blue goose down fabric set off his upright body with a hearty heroic air.

"Torris, how's the target ship getting ready?" Fazani nodded to his beloved general.

"On standby, General." Fotien Road.

"Let's launch." Fazani said softly. Let's see if we're going to go home right away, he pursed his lips.