With an enviable military family and a near-perfect resume, Cliff thought that becoming a ship commander in the First Fleet and leading a state-of-the-art combat formation would be the beginning of a glorious life.

He never imagined that he would end up where he is now, and during his three years as the embarrassed 'Heisenberg family toy nanny', he was constantly thinking about a fact that puzzled him.

Why is it him!

The raging flames erupted in an arc in the planet's invisible atmosphere, and the inky black smoke filled the planet's continent, and Cliff imagined in his mind the extravagance of the 'dream ship' not far away, laughing and jubilating in the paradise where the dome was opened, toasting at the collapse of the world that had nothing to do with them, and muttering nonsense like 'magnificent', 'wonderful', or 'worth the trip'.

What a bunch of good-for-nothing civilians!

Cliff turned and stepped into his seat with an unhappy expression, and with the touch of his fingers, the astonishing exterior of the porthole was obscured by a star map.

Stay up for another two months! He calculated in his mind.

At the end of this trip, he will be able to return to the First Fleet Leviathan cluster as he wishes, although this wish may be replaced by Ju'er. Greenras's other three-year contract was broken, but he felt bad luck couldn't just follow one after the other.

First Fleet Commander Raphael. Cohen sent a private email a few days ago, asking him to pay more attention to pirates along the way.

For the past three years, the immediate boss has been turning a blind eye to him, an expatriate, and at a time when internal and external troubles are surging, such a letter is really heartwarming.

At least he thought of himself as a member of the First Fleet, Cliff thought with pleasure.

The whereabouts of the Walken are unknown, the Kanders tear up the covenant, and a Kezmian scumbag trades a rotten life for 20,000 people in Angel City.

The Military Commission is currently cooperating with the Provisional Government to stabilize the chaotic situation, and Cohen's email is probably a typical example of this kind of carelessness.

The Four Seasons cruise ship, which numbered only a little more than 10,000 tourists, had to send an escort fleet carrying more than 5,000 regular troops to protect it along the way, and a Pangu-class warship followed the gorgeous cruise ship around the galaxy, which was really laughable like a cannon to fight mosquitoes.

Cliff really couldn't understand the reason behind this, the mercenary Heisenbergs had always been good at calculating, didn't they understand that all the expenses of these convoys were wasted?

With the space in those berths on the lower level of the Four Seasons, with a reserve fighter team as a defense, it is completely possible to deal with the harassment of the withering interstellar pirates. Is it worth it for such a cruise ship with no strategic intentions to send an entire fleet to confront it at the risk of war with humanity?

"Your Excellency, Commander, detect an unidentified signal reaction on the radar." In the command module, a battle analyst suddenly alerted Cliff.

"Oh? In this place of the hell? With a slight movement of his fingers, Cliff brought up a star map in front of his seat, looking at the real-time scan data.

"Where?" He searched for a long time and didn't find any clues, so he asked a little unhappily.

"Area Four, 7 light-seconds away." The analyst told him.

"7 lightseconds, so close?" Cliff frowned, his fingers running over the star chart, eventually spotting the blurry light and shadow.

"What is this? Asteroids? He scrutinized the image.

"No, Mr. Commander." The war officer replied quickly.

"How do you know?" Cliff asked, dissatisfied.

"It's accelerating, Commander, and we're outside the gravitational field of Planet Cyren." The war officer said.

"Accelerate? So where is it? Cliff squinted at the data interface, and his eyes widened when the next frame of real-time data was refreshed.

"Ready for battle! Get ready for battle! He shouted.

"What did you say?" His assistant, Major Mancheni, seemed to be relieved at this point, and after many years of leisurely escort life rounding out his originally sharp edges and corners, he looked at Cliff in confusion, looking at him at a loss.

"Tell the command of the naval guns and knock that thing out for me!" Cliff almost yelled at Mancheny.

"Your Excellency, the other side is continuing to accelerate, and according to this trend, it will make contact with our fleet within 5 minutes." The war officer continued to report.

"Now it's time for you to figure out what they are, right?" Cliff didn't seem to have a liking for the warfighter who had been the first to warn.

"Yes, Your Excellency, the system is giving judgments, they are ......" said this, and the war intelligence officer seemed to be confused. Dressler II destroyer. ”

"Dressler?" Cliff was as puzzled as the war officer when he heard this, the Fuxi-class destroyer during the Federation period? What the hell is going on?

"Your Excellency, the command of the naval guns is informing the gunners to enter the combat battery." Mancheni reported.

"Into the battery? They were not on duty in groups according to the escort procedure? No one in the combat position yet? Cliff said in disbelief.

“…… Your Excellency, as you know, the wartime grouping procedures have been put on hold for a long time because there has been no combat mission for a long time......," the Major whispered to Cliff.

"The gunners aren't staying at the battery, so what are they doing?" Cliff said angrily.

"View......" Mancheni whispered.

"What?" Cliff didn't understand.

"They were just watching the eruption of Mount Alpha, Your Excellency!" The assistant had no choice but to reply loudly.

"Volcano ......" Cliff stared at his assistant in disbelief, his anger almost bursting his sanity completely. I'm going to do those bastard martials! He roared.

"The other party is still accelerating, Your Excellency, time is running out." At this time, the war intelligence officer said loudly.

"All automatic weapons on board, I mean all of them! Photon cannons, interceptor cannons, electromagnetic arrays, sonic defense, all activated, and handed over to the defense system to perform automatically! ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." Major Manche replied loudly, his fingers scrambling in front of the tactical table.

"The enemy is one light second away from our ship, the battle alarm has been turned on, and the three-minute onboard warning ......" shouted a combat intelligence officer in front of the workbench.

Red light and shadow flashed in the cabin, and the personnel of the command module who had undergone strict training began to take up their duties, and the nerves that had been relaxed for many years were completely tensed, and everyone was concerned about the piece they were responsible for as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Raise your shield!" Still a flaming Cliff. Roy had gradually stabilized his mood by this time.

"Shield raised!" His assistant repeated aloud.

When the blue transparent force field bloomed in front of the porthole, Cliff's mind had calmed down.