What the hell are they messing around? Conventional scanning programs didn't take that long.

"Zoroaster's tyrannical radiation turbulence, my lord, must have affected the gathering operations of the functional ships." Nicole explained.

In the distance from the porthole, the terrifying blood-red star of Planet Ahura was in the command cabin, and the two Kezmia frigates were still cruising ahead, far beyond the range of the destroyers of the fleet, the Wild Wolf, which had long-range laser weapons.

Fazzani's flagship, the Dying Titan, is large and affected by planetary gravity, and it takes longer to turn to propulsion than a typical frigate, affecting the speed of the entire fleet that takes a dense formation.

Rats are the best at escaping, and Fazani is a little irritable.

"My lord, the target has reduced its speed. Reflex detectors detected a faint hull warning signal in the area ahead. The battlefield dispatcher reported loudly.

"Fakhle's hidden fleet? How many are there? He asked, unsurprised.

"The target signal is very weak, it seems that the conventional engine is turned off, the auxiliary computer judges that the opponent's thermal energy shield has exceeded the calculation range, the source analysis fails, and the effective data on the number and type of ships cannot be obtained."

"Could it be an asteroid belt?" Fazani asked.

"This area? No, it won't. The adjutant shook his head. It's too close to Ahura for the planet's gravity to suck the boulders over and not form a belt, it's a well-planned ambush, my lord, they're trying to lure us here! She judged.

"What ambush? Use Fahler's stalls at the Kezmia flea market? Don't be alarmist, girl, panic is a prelude to failure. Fazani pressed his fingers against his head, frowning.

"Continue sailing towards the target." He commanded. "Inform all ships to prepare for combat, open the force field shield and the hull evasion self-activation mechanism, and focus on defending against small combat airships that may appear from the direction of Ahura."

"But my lord, those hull warnings?" Nicole wondered.

'Directional blasting decoy!' The boat people's tired of playing tricks, didn't your 'Taihang' academy teach you this? Fazani pouted and smiled.

Fakhle's bunch of fools and the slick 'boat people' are really the same thing, but they are unlucky to meet me, and in the years he has been stationed in the Itong Galaxy, what tricks has he not seen in Fazzani? Playing such a clumsy trick in front of him, how could he be fooled like that?

"My lord, it's not logical to put the bait here, and even if it's a bait, aren't we hitting the enemy's hands when we drive through it in such a dense formation?"

"What do you know, girl?" Fazani said displeasedly.

"No matter how large the directional blast is, the range will not exceed 1 light second, and before that, we can completely use the long-range weapons of the 'Wild Wolf' to destroy them one by one!" Fazzani explained with some impatience. "Don't you understand? Lieutenant, I'm doing this to see all the chips in his Fakhl hands, and with the speed of the soldiers and the hostage crisis to be resolved, I don't have time to play the cards with this old thing on a turn-by-turn basis. ”

"Quickly sail to the maximum range of the 'Wild Wolf', and after arrival, the whole fleet will do the anchoring process." The commander began to yell.

"But my lord, if it ......," Nicole still wanted to express her opinion.

"Execute the order, Shaw!" Fazani didn't breathe.

"Yes, sir."

……

"The specified distance has been reached, my lord." As the navigator reported, Fazzani issued a first-level combat readiness order, and the command module methodically executed Nicole's commands, and the 'Dying Titan' engine was shut down, and the force field shield was activated and quickly jumped to its peak.

"Tell the Wolf to recharge its weapons and listen to my command before firing." Fazani commanded, staring at the captain's command screen in front of his seat, expectantly watching the ring ray echoes emitted by the feedback detector, but to his disappointment, there was no sign of the ship's hull moving in the direction of Ahura.

"My lord, the 'Wild Wolf' has been charged!" The Pathways Liaison Officer reports to him.

Fazzani sat in the command chair and nodded, wait or attack immediately? He was still thinking about the right time for this effortless fixed-point detonation.

The battlefield dispatcher suddenly shouted in front of his console: "Report...... My lord, multiple heat signals have been found ahead...... The opponent's engine is warming up and has moved towards us as a whole to assist in computer source analysis...... Maximum yield 4500 military units, minimum 950 ......"

“4500？” Fazani almost suspected that he had misheard.

"Destroyer-class?" He couldn't help but exclaim.

"How many?" Nicolle went straight from Fazzani's side to the dispatch desk and operated it herself on the panel.

"A total of 15 local ships, 5 destroyers. My lord! She thought Zaney reported.

Not a directional blasting decoy, but a combat ship of up to one standard formation? Equivalent of 5 destroyers? Fakhle? Military armament of the Kezmians?

Fazzani felt his head swell, and could hardly accept the facts, because none of this could have happened!

Just a barren abandoned galaxy, millions of idlers and the old guy who can't even afford to build a mosque and has half of his body in the ground! They actually silently created a fleet that was no less than the standard formation of the Volunteer Army, and the agents of the Investigation Bureau of the Silver Alliance Military Commission with the word "cow" written on the top of their heads actually didn't find any of them?

Rice buckets, they're all rice buckets! Shocked, Fazani habitually rubbed his forehead tightly with his palm.

"The other side is rapidly approaching us, my lord, and we are expected to arrive at the standard firefight distance in twenty minutes......" Nicole said.

"Tell the Wolves to attack before they arrive!" Fazani said loudly.

"Your Excellency." Nicolle quickly returned to the Commander from the console.

"The laser railgun has too long a recharge interval and limited damage to the hull, and the Wild Wolf needs energy for the next stage of defense, and we can't afford to let them risk it." She suggested.

"Hmm...... So what's your idea? Fazani asked anxiously.

"The head-to-head confrontation may be in line with the enemy's deliberate attempt to ambush for so long, under the premise that the situation is still unclear, it is recommended to withdraw from the war zone first, we move to the vicinity of the Anahi Star Gate, we can fight and leave, and at the same time establish contact with the team site, the unexpected situation here may need to be passed on as soon as possible."

"Do you mean let us run away without a fight?" Fazzani's mouth widened.