"Tongue-chewing bastard, what did he say?" Fazani was a little curious.

"Said that you saved money to buy ibic candy in order to chase a girl, and you didn't dare to give it all the way back to the dormitory, but it was all pinched." Fan Zeyang said with a smile.

Rovinigge ...... Fazzani's heart was warm, and the memory vaguely showed the shy and touching face of the military academy girl, she was now gone, maybe she had already married a family, and the children under her knees should have grown up.

"This shameless old thing, other people's stories, he used them as jokes." Fazani said angrily.

"We're not young anymore, General Fazzani, and some stories have to be shared with memories." The brigadier general said with some emotion, it seems that he was also a guy with a lot of stories when he was young.

"yes." Fazani couldn't help but say that the group of classmates back then were able to walk and scatter, and now there are not many who can keep in touch. In the years that followed, he could no longer find the innocent and carefree feeling he had at the Jensenbach Naval Academy.

"You just said...... Fazani changed the subject. Is there any dissatisfaction with the Chief's extremely precious and confidential enemy tactical system? He said with a hint of gratitude to Evan. Frank's sarcasm made Brigadier General Fan, who had just become serious, smile again.

He really loved to laugh, Fazani said to himself.

"Vulcan talents do not have a fixed method of warfare, they are innate pragmatism, and adjust their combat strategy at any time according to the battlefield situation, sometimes one fleet, sometimes multiple, so they are not 'accustomed to group operations'."

Fan Zeyang's words caught the attention of Fazzani, who was still in Furlan long before Operation Valkyria. Chase simulated the battle during the training base during his passage through Stokes. Colonel Navarro has access to a vast amount of data from the Military Council Intelligence Agency on the centuries of humanity's fight against the Vulkens.

Get assistant Nicole. With Shaw's help, Fazzani spent a lot of time sorting these combat data into categories and doing a series of analyses, after which he did come to a conclusion similar to what Fan Zeyang said.

The Silver Alliance fleet has had a clear fleet composition coefficient since the day of construction, and according to the original plan of the fleet, several warships and several aircraft carriers were accurately distributed and strictly implemented. As for the volume of the Pangu class and the size of the Fuxi class, because of the needs of the port and fleet formation, it is also necessary to carry out unified operational requirements.

The Vulken fleet, on the other hand, is completely different from the human race, and they do not divide their ships into fleets according to their functions, but are basically united in one place. They do not have the concept of an air port in the orbit of the planet, and the ships are parked just as they meet, and between the four huge planets called by the Vulcans, Amphiarios, Amphion, Andromacke, and Antilochus, they are in an irregular array, moving at any time, and there is no pattern to follow.

As for the size and function of their sturdy warships, there seemed to Fazzani that there were no clear rules to define.

"How do you know this?" He asked Fan Zeyang with some curiosity, but the chief of staff of the Fifth Fleet only shrugged his shoulders.

"Analyzing the opponent is the basic lesson for us to do staff officers, and since we know that sooner or later we will have to go to war with the Vulkens, it is understandable to do some necessary homework." Brigadier General Fan Zeyang said. "It is true that the military power of the Vulcans has always been a mystery to us, and skirmishes will always be the first of the Hoths, but through the fierce battle they had with the Third and Sixth Fleet in Valkyria last year, it is easy to overturn the miscalculation of their predecessors."

"Have you seen the data?" Fazani asked him.

"Naturally, start as soon as possible." Fan Zeyang said with a smile.

Fazzani can't help but have a good impression of this little chief of staff at this moment. Frank is still using clichés to plague his colleagues, not realizing that they have their own talents. Since the chief of staff of the Fifth Fleet has the same idea as himself, those capable people in other fleets will naturally not be led by the bureaucrats to walk around in the dark.

"Do you think it's the right direction to fire at us first?" Fazzani couldn't help but ask at this time, although the information of the intelligence bureau was cut seamlessly, but as a person with a heart, he could still see a lot of flaws in it, the key is preconceived, since he knows what to see, and what kind of meaning what he sees represents.

"Judging from the exchange of fire at the beginning of the battle between the two sides, what you said is indeed very suspicious." Fan Zeyang said.

"Don't you think...... It's too hasty. Fazzani looked at him.

"Yes." The little brigadier nodded yes. "Both sides seem unprepared, and neither the firepower output nor the way the ships move is as planned."

"Yes." Fazani nodded. "The Vulkens have always been highly uniform, and if they were the first to attack, I don't think the Third Fleet's losses would be the same as they are now." He analyzed it to his colleagues.

"Shine! General Fazzani, worthy of his name, your words have reached my heart. Fan Zeyang patted his leg and said loudly.

This time, his voice was a little louder, attracting the attention of the generals in the nearby rows, and Evan was foaming at the mouth of the hologram on the podium. Frank looked at it, of course, and didn't agree.

"Who's that...... General Fan, do you have any confidential information for the Fifth Fleet to explain to you? So could you please come up and tell us about it? The intelligence chief was naturally unceremonious to this junior brigadier general, who was the last in rank among the generals present.

"Okay." Fan Zeyang smiled, and he was about to go on stage, but Fazzani grabbed the corner of the military uniform.

"That...... Director Frank, Lao Fan is a sincere person, he doesn't understand the set in the officialdom of the Silver Alliance, you give him a rope, he really thinks he is going to force him to hang, forgive him, you continue, don't delay the class......" Fazzani's soft and hard, hard and soft words made Frank not take it, and it was not okay not to take it.

Although he is the director of the bureau, and he is not too big or small, he ranks in the third class in the Military Commission, and his words carry a lot of weight, but he does not dare to pinch each other with these front-line generals.

He saw that the chiefs of staff and deputy commanders of the various fleets in the audience were all looking at him with a smile on their faces, and he knew that although these people were not in a group because of the position of their respective fleets, they had a deep-rooted tradition of xenophobia. The difference between the front-line combat unit and the support department is that once a dispute starts, few people in the entire room will stand on his side, and he will never be good as an outsider.

"Then I'll continue to talk about ......" He stared at Fazzani fiercely, and naturally made a note in his heart, Fazzani didn't resist himself, leaned back in his chair and just looked at him with a smile, and after a while, Evan, who found his feelings again. Frank began to gesture and talk again.

After Fan Zeyang sat down angrily, he felt interesting again after a while.

"Going to class, speaking, and giving small reports, I feel like we're back in the days of military school." He was already young, and he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Military schools don't have this kind of teaching." Fazani was also happy. "I think it's like high school, and if you say two words of gossip in class, you have to be reprimanded loudly by the head teacher......" He figuratively compared, his voice was low, but it still made several generals in the front and back rows laugh, Fan Zeyang even nodded his head, and the laugh lines on his face were piled up into a hill.