The long wait is only a moment in the endless eternity.

By the huge porthole of the Avabrennan's command module, Fazzani stood with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at the eternal void across the window.

He looked out the window and saw the stars dazzling, the nebula mottled, and the distant star Kratos was radiating an incomparable brilliance, spewing its own vigorous heat energy into the entire galaxy.

Passing through the damn stargate again sent Fazanni's stomach up with a fierce resistance. The slight convulsions of organ discomfort had tormented him for several hours, but there was no trace of abnormality on his face, his body was still straight, his chin was raised high, and he looked calm and confident under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes in the fleet command cabin, as if he was confident about the unknown battle ahead.

You're never going to escape this weird fate anyway, can you?

Fazani muttered to himself silently in his heart, sighing softly.

I can't remember when, he was just a carefree transport captain who belonged to the mobile fleet of the Logistics Support Department.

Loading and unloading, carrying, counting manifests, calculating trips all day long, humming a minor tune and laughing and scolding with a few subordinates. Eat on the boat, live on the boat, make the boat a friend, and make the port a home.

At that time, he thought that the stars were like the sea, and there was no way back.

His memories of the past were extremely vague, and he only vaguely remembered that he somehow joined the regular army, and after a series of secondary training, he became a pilot lieutenant of the Fuxi-class ships of the Second Fleet.

In his twenty-five years of career in the Second Fleet, he trembled, followed the rules, did a lot of things, said very little, and then went all the way to the promotion, promotion, and promotion again.

He went from pilot to navigator, from master officer to war situation staff, from destroyer captain to ship commander of the Nuwa-class support cruiser 'Land Prophet'.

Since then, he has become more and more tense himself, always serious and serious, not smiling, and his ugly face has gradually become fierce, so that the frightened subordinates will be the first to feel weak when they see him.

And then there are these unlucky, damn stargates.

Traversing, traversing, forever, tirelessly, endlessly wandering between these bastard galaxies, asking the distant sun, and lying down at night to look at the stars.

In fact, Fazani had long been resistant to this, and he was tired of this life of displacement, without a place to live. But on the day when he was discharged from the army at the age of 47 and could fly freely, he chose to get drunk and shut himself in his room for several days in a row. He was depressed and unable to restrain himself, and his fear and powerlessness about the uncertain future could almost ruin everything for him.

Thirty years of his naval career filled him with all kinds of rejection of life outside of the army, and he hated the ordinary and leisurely life, and hated being an ordinary civilian with nothing to do.

Perhaps this strange fate was his true destiny, he often thought in his empty living quarters.

And now, when this interstellar war that others think he understands, but in fact has no clue at all, is coming, he still has to be the person he is most familiar with as he did in the countless days and nights in the later part of his military career, and send the angry, fragile, and aggrieved useless ghost to the invisible corner of his soul, so that he cannot disturb even the slightest emotion of himself at such a critical juncture.

The magnificent stage had been set up, and the unscripted drama was about to be staged, but Fazzani looked out of the porthole blankly, looking at the sea of stars that made him fearful, incomprehensible, and confused, and the pupils in his eyes trembled gently with the death of those huge lightning bolts in the electromagnetic storm.

At this moment, in front of the tactical console, Nicole . . . Major Xiao stopped his busy fingers from the complicated holographic battle interface and reported to the front:

"Your Excellency, the three functional ships have arrived at the target according to the agreed position, and have successfully established ultra-long-range communication with our headquarters, and are currently waiting for the next instructions."

"Let these recorders wait is ......" As soon as Fazzani spoke, he already realized that something was wrong, and he quickly stopped, and turned back to Sarah, who was looking at the star map in front of the command seat. Armstrong smiled awkwardly.

"Go down as the chief of staff commands." Sarah didn't look up, seemingly unconcerned.

Fazzani couldn't help but look at Nicole at this time. Xiao, through the hologram of the tactical table, the young and beautiful assistant commander happened to be looking at him, she smiled at Fazzani, and the frost on her professional face melted slightly in this soft smile, which made Fazzani's heart flutter, and then turned her gaze to the side.

Money and titles can't be exchanged for a vigorous love affair, for him, those intoxicating scenes are just an equivalent exchange of spirit and flesh.

The ugly Fazani knew it, but he could only choose to turn this feeling of self-pity into nothingness.

Stop thinking about it! You stupid person who doesn't know how to live or die! He yelled at himself in his heart.

"The command has been issued, and the functional ship has run the data acquisition mode." Xiao reported.

"The Walken side...... Is there still no movement? Fazani asked her.

"Yes, Chief of Staff." Xiao Fei said quickly.

Unsurprisingly, it seems to maintain that weird non-perceptual play......

Prior to this, Fazani had already learned from the information feedback received by Valkyria from the target ship that the Vulkens had uncharacteristically not blocked the Kuibenhammouv Gate, but had gathered near the orbit of the planet Pegasus not far from the gate at this time, and his instinct at that time told him that the Vulkens might not take the initiative to attack them......

And after the declaration of war was issued to the other side, so long after this time, the provocative book that he praised as bullshit still did not attract a response from the Wokken people who should have been furious.

"It's been three days, and the enemy still hasn't reacted at all, what do you think we should do?" Sarah walked over to Fazzani, much to the latter's confusion.

Is she playing dumb or is she completely unassertive? Do I have to advise every decision? Fazani laughed inwardly.

"Keep waiting." He had no choice but to say to her.

"How long will it take?" Sarah asked.

"Maintain the status quo and wait as long as you want." Fazzani said.

He knew in his heart that if the opposing fleet did not approach the attack, the functional ships would not be able to successfully collect engagement data, and if this half fleet could move over most of the galaxy and run to other people's territory to attack, it would really be a deliberate attempt to sacrifice their lives for this unfortunate mission.