The service is Fazzani, the garrison is Fazzani, the training is Fazzani, the exercise is Fazzani, and it is also Fazzani who coaxes those yellow-skinned monkeys to honestly pay taxes to the Civil Affairs Committee! It's good now, the Silver Alliance wants to fight, and the second-line troops of the Security Committee bear the brunt, and it is Fazani who goes to the battlefield to fight with others!

The deputy commander patiently waited for the signal that his boss might call back, and his heart was flooded with a sea of acid.

He didn't really understand why the Military Council had transferred the Third and Sixth Fleets from Itong to the Bald system, and that it was just a small dispute between the local compradors who were desperate for money and the Vulkens.

In his conception, the rebellion of the Kezmians may in principle fall under the jurisdiction of the Security Council, but when it comes to the combat part, what do their fat regular army do? Why should the reservists fight these difficult fleas and rats?

Of course, the credit for catching the Kezmia rats is still useful, and even if Belen's words are not true, as long as he pinchs Fakhle's beard this time, after all, he will have a good card that can be played in the future.

"My lord, did I hear it wrong? Can the safety of the hostages be put on the back burner? Nicolle disturbed Fazzani's thoughts.

"Nothing is yet known, we don't know what happened after the past, and this is a typical 'blind spot' operation." Fazzani frowned, unwilling to argue with the adjutant on the matter.

Nicole nodded and stopped talking.

"Report on the formation, Nicole." Fazzani begins to perform authorization operations on the captain's command panel.

"Standard vector layout, my lord, the summary data of each ship's implementation is on your panel, there seems to be a slight problem with the shield generator of the Flying, and the output power is not up to its peak."

"That's what the reservists get, Nicole." Fazani shrugged.

"Outdated gear, outdated rules, lengthy maintenance routines, what else can you expect?" He winked at the beauty.

"Yes, sir." Nicole didn't smile.

"But I'm sure that's not a problem, because I don't expect the Flying to even have to turn on their damn shields until the battle is over." Fazzani looked nonchalant.

……

Anahi slowly poked out a sharp corner of the airship in the center of the stargate, and in an instant, the whole body of the dinghy was pushed outward by the powerful force of the stargate's single-phase field, and at the same time, it was forced to jump, and it was exposed to a few lightseconds in front of the stargate almost at the same time.

The two Kezmia frigates, which were responsible for blocking the stargate, successively discovered the target ship issued by the Yinmeng Nuwa-class missile cruiser 'Dying Titan', and the two frigates quickly turned around and sailed towards the target ship at great speed, trying to destroy it with kinetic weapons.

But the probe suddenly disappeared from the tracking screen of the Kezmians, and just a minute later, in the same direction where the target ship had just appeared, nearly twenty ships of the Silver Alliance suddenly emerged from the mist, like huge ancient statues that suddenly appeared in the void.

The tracking screen of the Kezmia frigate was instantly lit up, and all the warning devices on the frigate, controlled by the tactical computer, were activated, and various evasion tactical settings and life-saving plans were activated.

The shields of the two frigates were about to open a second before the danger of destruction, but they were quickly knocked out by the all-powerful Silver Alliance ships in the next few seconds, and the crushing raid was brought to a perfect end by several 'Destroyer' cruise missiles from the 'Dying Titan'.

The frigate of the Kezmians in Dino. Fazzani's eyes exploded violently, and in an instant they were a lifeless pile of wreckage. They floated and rolled in the universe, for Fazzani, who had just crossed the stargate and was still churning in his belly, showed no sign of joy on his face.

Fazzani, frowning and holding back the discomfort, made a dismissive assessment of the situation.

This counterinsurgency fleet, consisting of one Nuwa-class cruiser, two Fuxi-class destroyers, and 16 frigates, is almost all the cards that the Seventh Special Brigade of the Volunteer Army can take, except for the flagship 'Noble Qilin'.

And such a concentrated fire strike in such a short period of time, let alone a small frigate, is a battleship-class reactionary energy shield of a second-class cruiser, I am afraid it will not last too long.

"Two Kezmia frigates were spotted 7 light-seconds away, and the trajectory analysis of the other party was conducting an escape strategy, and the direction was their main star Ahula." The battlefield coordinator in the command module reported.

"Carry out the chase and have the Octopus run an area threat scan." Fazzani issued the order

"Yes, my lord, all ships will pursue the target according to the 134 formation plan, and I repeat it again, keep the formation and carry out the pursuit."

"Functional ship 934, please start the established operation process." Nicol switched battlefield lanes, spreading Fazzani's orders throughout the fleet.

"My lord, could it be a trick to lure the enemy?" She reminded.

"Tactics?" He looked up at Nicole, and the Kezmian rats also know tactics?

"Maintain a dense formation and implement the established combat plan." He commanded with a blank face.

……

The long pursuit lasted for several hours, because it was still waiting for the functional ships to scan the galaxy area in real time on a large scale, and although the counterinsurgency fleet had the latest star map provided by the Yinmeng Development Agency in advance, Commander Fazani still did not give the order to move directly to Ahura with the patience of an experienced combat soldier.

There was no need to take any risks in a completely one-sided battle, and the silver spoon that Fazzani slowly plucked his coffee with a crisp sound on the rim of the vintage porcelain cup.

The target is not these two small fish, but all of Fakhle's hole cards, and he drinks the coffee in his hand.

"How's the situation with the positioning of personnel?" He asked the navigator at the operator's station.

"Nothing, my lord."

"Yes." He couldn't help but frown.

No luck! There are generally no hard and fast rules for non-military combatants to implant positioning capsules before interstellar voyages, and whether it's the miners or the amateur crew members of the Apostle, wouldn't they have been willing to go through the damn standard sailing procedures and pack even one thing that could save their lives now?

"The Octopus hasn't submitted data yet?" He finally got a little impatient.

"Not yet, sir." The Pathways Liaison Officer reports to him.