Outside the huge window of the flagship, planets suddenly appeared from the eternal darkness of the universe, greeted them, and then became smaller and disappeared after being sharply enlarged in front of them. The light of the stars was reflected in the portholes, flickering and dimming. It's like a cold fire, red and bright, but there is no temperature.

The command hall, which has five floors in total, is illuminated by electronic lights all over the ceiling. Next to the railing of the circular passage on the upper floor, the ground floor hall filled with countless electronic device screens and interstellar maps looks like a dream world. The changing graphics, flowing data and text are like colorful fish swimming in a shallow coral reef.

Because the senior officers all gathered in the conference room to hold an operational meeting, the hall seemed deserted, and the staff officers in front of Xu Tianwang's console were just quietly doing the work in hand, turning their heads to the third floor above the hall from time to time, waiting for the end of the meeting.

As this transition comes to an end, will the fleet continue to sail forward? Where is the vanished Westless fleet hidden? The captains in the conference room, the senior officers of the staff and the strange generals of the bandit army, what are they doing at the moment, can they find out the Western fleet, or, by this time, the crux of the problem is no longer the Western fleet, but the contradictions and mistrust between these two strange teams.

All sorts of speculations and thoughts were tumbling in their minds, and the staff officers occasionally glanced at each other, and they could see the same trace of concern in the rapidly moving gazes of their companions.

The suffocating atmosphere permeated from the command hall to the various departments of the entire flagship. The pilots in the hangar were listless, the navigators in the navigation tower were stunned, the crew in the rest pods tossed and turned in their beds, and even the bartenders in the entertainment area looked a little absent-minded as they wiped their glasses.

In this inexplicable depression, a staff officer walked quickly out of the suspension elevator leading from the hangar to the bridge, and with his companions, walked through the long passage, and after identifying himself by the automatic door at the end of the passage, he entered the fifth floor of the command hall.

When passing through the first lot of the discussion room on the fifth floor, which belonged to the General Staff, the staff officer unexpectedly found that the lights in the discussion room were bright, and through the glass, he saw four officers like wooden carvings, three men and one woman, one of whom was the commander he was familiar with, the real commander of this fleet, Tony.

The staff officer's feet couldn't help but pause. He looked at Tony in surprise.

In his impression, Mr. Tony was so calm and calm, as indifferent as a gentle breeze. But now, this young and handsome face is undisguised and depressed. His eyes were staring straight at the tactical computer screen, as if something on the screen had taken away his soul.

The staff officers were in the discussion room, and several staff officers who passed by him also followed his gaze and stopped in unison.

Between looking at each other, a thought came to everyone's minds at the same time.

Running away?!

Tony, who had been silent in the discussion room for a long time, not knowing that his expression was enough to cause panic, finally suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said with a wry smile: "There is no doubt that our new chief is a monster. ”

"Tony..."Diana sat on the sidelines, her chin propped up, her eyes glazed, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?" ”

"I know it's hard for you to accept", Tony's blue eyes narrowed slightly, squinting at Diana and said lightly: "However, can I understand your words as an insult to me?" ”

Anna rolled her eyes in frustration and stopped deceiving.

She's not afraid of Tony. In fact, although Tony is young, he does not have the sensitive and uncontrollable emotions of most young people. He was mature and tolerant, never competitive, and to Diana, he was like his own brother. Even if he pointed at his nose now and told him that it was insulting him, he could only smile bitterly.

However, Anna has always had absolute confidence in Tony's military literacy. Now that Tony has come to a conclusion, there is nothing to argue. Moreover, with her own military knowledge, she could completely see that everything displayed on the tactical computer screen showed that the fat man's casual instructions were faster and more precise than Tony's!

It's hard to believe, but it's an ironclad fact.

After entering the tactical discussion room, Tony had called up all the intelligence data and instructions of the fat man since the voyage. It's hard work to sort it out and compare these. Fortunately, the Phantom First Fleet's well-established staff system was enough for Tony to assign work directly in the tactical computer program through his own authority, and within twenty minutes, he could get the answer.

Leaving aside the regular orders of some fleet commanders, there are several places in the fat man's directives that are noteworthy.

Five hours before the first segment. When gravitational sulphur appeared in the front, the fat man gave the order to make the fleet move along a precise gravitational threshold. Four and a half hours earlier, in the obstacle zone of the first leg, when the radarman reported the presence of a meteor swarm ahead, he had also given the fleet an order to keep pace with the flagship.

In the third segment, when there was an electromagnetic storm around him, he had already ordered to switch the communication method in advance. As a result, the fleet's communication remained smooth, and everyone was unaware of the electromagnetic storm around them, and only the database of the electronic system faithfully recorded the storm that passed through the fleet during that time and was enough to interfere with all communications.

Not only that, but in the complicated instructions of the fleet's high-speed navigation, he also divided his energy to direct the reconnaissance ship to explore all the places in the channel that might hide the Western Fleet, and at the same time, he also commanded the fleet to constantly change the most suitable formation according to the surrounding environment, and directed the defense ship to change the defense mode. The meticulousness of his instructions is staggering.

If it weren't for the fact that the intelligence data was reorganized at this moment and compared with the instructions issued by the fat man, no one would have believed that he could judge so accurately from such a complicated and chaotic data and intelligence, and make a timely response.

He feels like a monster that can be reminiscent of a war movie in his mind by looking at the waterfall of program code flowing on the screen. Not only did he mentally translate the dense code into images, but he even looked at them more carefully than those who watched them in slow motion, and even the churning horses' hooves brought up a few bits of muddy water.

This powerful intelligence reading ability is something that every genius commander dreams of. This means that he can react faster than his opponents, have more time to think, have less chance of making mistakes, and also allow the fleet to react faster and make more precise tactical moves.

Except for Hastings, Tony and the others have not seen this ability in anyone else, and it is not wrong to describe fat people as monsters.

At this moment, the most somber of the four is not the silent Garfield, but Isaac.

Known as a genius since childhood, he was second to none in the entire system of geniuses, and he never imagined that anyone would be able to do this in terms of intelligence interpretation. Moreover, the fat man showed not only intelligence interpretation, but also made the right decision in an instant, which means that he was also doing deduction calculations while interpreting intelligence.

When the fat man casually gave the order, Isaac watched. Looking back now, he even had a feeling that this voyage was something that had already happened, and that the fat man would have such a performance when he came back through time.

Generating this kind of thought is actually a blow to him.

He stared at the tactical computer screen in a daze, and his heart felt like a river was overturned, and he didn't know what Tony and Diana were talking about.

"Okay", Diana reluctantly said, "I have to admit that I underestimated this guy." However, this does not mean that he has enough experience to lead the fleet in a battle. On the battlefield, the enemy is not a meteor swarm or a gravitational reef. Insufficient military talent and intelligence, inexperience and even a flawed character can bury the entire fleet. ”

Saying that, Diana stood up, "His ability has won my approval." It's like a football quarterback, he has enough pace, strength and fundamentals. However, to win the game, he should at least show his experience and intelligence. If he can't pass a deadly ball, can't control the pace of the game, and doesn't even understand the rules of the game, even if he is Superman, he is still a waste Superman. ”

Anna opened the automatic door of the tactical discussion room, glanced faintly at the staff officers gathered outside the door, and said to Tony without looking back, "We should go to the conference room." I suppose that now our Superman Commander has found the Westward fleet, or, at least, he has made a decision, and not just keep going until he hits it head-on. ”

When Tony, Diana and the others walked into the conference room, it was silent.

When the captains saw their commanders, they all stood up and saluted.

Several guys who guessed that Tony was imprisoned for refusing to obey orders were a little embarrassed when they saw the fat man's casual glances. At the same time, I wondered in my heart, my voice was quite small, how could it be as if it was heard by this bandit lieutenant general, his ears were so smart?

But he didn't know that General Tian of the bandit army has always been a villain's heart and a gentleman's belly. Even if they didn't guess like this, General Tian's glance was just as weird... I must have said bad things about Lao Tzu just now!

"How's it going?" After Tony saluted the fat man, he sat down in his seat and asked his chief of staff, Wei Jin, in a low voice.

"I haven't gotten any news yet," Wei Jin whispered about the situation in the conference room just now, and finally said: "The opinion of the captains is that if there is no trace of the Western Fleet before the fleet arrives at the fifth stage, it will stop advancing. ”

"Who said that?" Tony said lightly.

"Everybody says that." As if Tony's tone was wrong, Wei Zan said in a sneering manner, and quickly stopped a few captains who were about to come up with his eyes.

"There is a chance", Tony's face turned cold: "Draw up a list for me, and I will give them a promotion."

No matter how stupid people are, they know that Tony is saying the opposite, not to mention these subordinates who have followed him for many years and know him well. For a while, the officers of the Phantom Fleet were silent, wondering why Tony, who had just been pushed aside by others, was so resolute on the fat man's side, and at a moment like this, could it be that he had confidence in the fat man, or, what did he know?

"Tweet", the voyage recorder emitted a few crisp electronic prompts, the spacecraft shuddered, and the low-speed jump of the last distance was over, ahead of which was the starting point of the fifth leg and the last obstacle area of the Cigar Nebula.

The captains who had been whispering, the bandit generals and staff officers who were discussing and pondering in front of the interstellar map, all raised their heads. Everyone's eyes were focused on the fat man.

Even An Lei, Helen and Margaret, who were present at the meeting, couldn't help but show a trace of worry in their eyes.

The fat man sat on the seat with his eyes and nose and heart, and he couldn't see any joy, anger and sorrow, and calmly fed like a stone Buddha.

The fleet is adjusting its formation according to the sailing plan, conducting routine ship counts, equipment inspections and external defense surveys, and preparing to enter the obstacle zone of the fifth leg. As the minutes ticked by, the fleet had completed its preparations and slowly began to accelerate, and everyone was restless.

Still going on?

Suddenly, the green light of the communicator flashed, and an exclamation from a staff officer suddenly began.

"Discover the Westward fleet!"

The sound was like a gust of wind that blew away the dark clouds in the sky. The whole conference room suddenly became noisy.

The officers jumped up from their seats and swarmed in front of the Skynet terminal on one side of the conference room.

The signal was sent back by the bandit reconnaissance ships Thief No. 2 and Thief No. 3.

In the place where the fat man worked out, they finally caught the tail of the fleet of the Western Covenant. On the screen, the Westho fleet, which is ready to go, is like a pack of wolves hidden in the darkness, only a few ions of the steering thrusters light up from time to time, indicating their presence.

At the beginning of the sixth stage, the moon of Planet Three of the Ushio system found them in the projection position of Planet Three, God, it was a bow that had been wound, and the Celestial fleet was ready to attack by forcibly making a short jump! If you don't take precautions, it's a fatal blow! The three planets that just form a straight line give the Westward fleet an excellent ambush point!

Everyone looked at the fat man sitting on Mount Tai with shock and admiration. Wisdom beads in hand, nothing more than this. When everyone was nervous, General Tian's sharp sunlight had pierced this eternal night, and the Western Covenant fleet had nothing to hide!

The fat man smiled faintly, his eyes flashed with wisdom, and he quietly looked at the route map, and between his eyebrows, the wind was light.

A bunch of idiots, if they couldn't find the Western Covenant fleet, Lao Tzu wouldn't have ordered to stop advancing?

Am I stupid?!