"General, the forward reconnaissance unit reports that the enemy's flagship squad has entered the designated star field!" In the star field outside the St. Proli Star Zone, on a 057201-numbered Martial Immortal-class battle cruiser, a lieutenant general of medium stature who likes to wear a donkey's face is sitting on the command platform, looking at the paper intelligence materials in his hand, and the adjutant's report suddenly rings in his ears.

"Oh? The other party's flagship also went in? Hearing this, the lieutenant general raised his head, put away the intelligence information in his hand, and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes general, the eleven improved Behemoth-class battleships, including the opponent's flagship, have all entered the designated star field!" Adjutant replied.

"What about the other detachments on the other side? How many haven't reached the designated star field? ”

"Report to the general, there are all the battleships of the enemy's second fleet, one part of the third fleet, and all logistics supply and transport ships that have arrived in the designated star field! A total of eighty-three battlecruisers and one hundred and fifty-six logistics warships of various types! The adjutant clicked on the miniature file receiver in his hand, scanned the data on the screen, and reported aloud: "Except for the twenty-five warships of the enemy's third fleet, which have not yet arrived, the rest of the enemy ships have all arrived at the designated position!" ”

"Well, let people check that Weishenme's third squadron has not arrived!" The lieutenant general frowned and ordered the adjutant in a deep voice.

"I have checked the general, and the answer given by the other party is that because they are responsible for cleaning up the outer minefields they originally laid and other unknown reasons, the remaining two teams of the Third Fleet will probably need about a quarter of an hour or so to arrive at the designated star field!" The adjutant replied.

"Oh?" Hearing this, a trace of doubt passed through the lieutenant general's heart, and he rubbed his slightly wide chin, muttered for a moment, and then continued: "Ignore them first, are our warships ready?" ”

"All squadrons have arrived at the predetermined star field, and all combatants are on 24-hour standby!"

"Excellent! Has the team that set up the minefield returned? The lieutenant general asked with a satisfied nod.

"It's back, General! The density of the minefield is completely in accordance with your instructions, and all the space mines brought by our army have been laid, and not a single one has been pulled! The adjutant replied in a loud voice.

"Good! Let the selected teams of surrendered staff officers set off immediately! The lieutenant general waved his hand and ordered.

"General, my subordinates still don't understand, since the enemy has already announced that they are going to surrender to us, why do we still have to prepare for war with such fanfare?" The adjutant agreed, and asked curiously with a slight frown.

"Colonel, you're very studious!" The lieutenant general smiled when he heard this, patted the colonel's adjutant on the shoulder kindly, and said: "In a book on the art of war in the ancient human period, there is such a sentence "It is better to be prepared than to fight, not to be prepared without war." In other words, it is better for us to prepare for the first time than to hastily adjust the deployment when the battle is imminent. At present, although the other side has shown its sincerity to surrender, they are still our potential enemies before they are completely disarmed and become captives who pose no threat to us! ”

"Subordinates understood! General, are you afraid that if the other party cheats or changes his mind halfway, in this way, we can still occupy the initiative on the battlefield, right, general? The adjutant asked in a flash of understanding.

"The children can be taught!" When the lieutenant general heard this, he was very relieved to get up.

"General Singh, what is it that makes you laugh so much?" At this moment, the automatic door of the command and control center opened, and the high-spirited Jeff walked in with his head held high, and greeted the lieutenant general from afar. Still with half-length brown hair and a fair face, Jeff wore a military uniform of the Marshal of the Republic of St. Proli, one of the few he had taken with him when he fled from Miles in a hurry. However, it was this marshal's military uniform that stood out in the command and control center and in the crowd of officers wearing uniform federal uniforms.

The Vice Admiral whom Jeff called Singh is the supreme commander of the First Fleet from the Fifth Theater Task Force. This powerful fleet, which has more than 30 Martial Immortal-class battleships and hundreds of modified Behemoth-class battleships, belongs to the Seventh Space Fleet in the Fifth Theater. Its main predecessor was the second squadron of the former Seventh Space Fleet.

After Jeff reached a secret agreement with Auston, the commander of the Fifth Theater, the Fifth Theater transferred the Second Fleet and added some additional battleships to form this extremely offensive task force. Vice Admiral Singh, the commander of the Second Fleet, naturally became the supreme commander of the task force, responsible for helping Jeff return to St. Proli for the seizure of power.

"General, if there are no other orders, then the subordinates will go and arrange the combat mission first!" Seeing Jeff in a nondescript marshal's uniform from a distance, the colonel's adjutant frowned slightly, revealing a look of disgust, and saluted Lieutenant General Singh respectfully. This young and arrogant colonel is the little nephew of the commander, Lieutenant General Singh. Because of his special status, Singh, who has always been cold and withdrawn, will teach him patiently and with such a good temper.

"Go ahead, do a good job!" Singh nodded approvingly, and gently patted his little nephew on the shoulder again. The colonel's adjutant saluted again, and then turned and hurried away. When he passed by Jeff, he deliberately didn't even look at Jeff, so that Jeff, who was originally going to greet him, embarrassedly withdrew his half-raised hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Your Excellency Marshal, how can you have the leisure to hang out here?" Singh didn't seem to have much affection for Jeff either, and after glancing at Jeff coldly, he sat down on his podium again, pulled out the material he was reading, and continued to look through it.

"Your Excellency, your adjutant doesn't seem to be very friendly to me, huh?" Since his defection to the Fifth War Zone, Jeff has been under the eyes of others. At this moment, seeing Singh and his nephew snubbing themselves so much, this always unruly Jeff couldn't help but speak out. Naturally, this is somewhat drunkard's intention, not the taste of wine.

"Oh? He must be too busy! Hearing Jeff's words, Singh raised his eyebrows slightly, closed the information, looked at Jeff with a straight face, and said: "In my fleet, all officers and soldiers know what they should be busy with, and the words lazy and sloppy never appear in their dictionary!" ”

"......" seemed to be a very bland two sentences, which made Jeff touch a soft nail, and the originally hypocritical smile suddenly froze on Jeff's face in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry Lord Marshal, this official has always been outspoken, if there is anything that offends Lord Marshal, please do a lot of Haihan!" Seeing Jeff's embarrassed expression, Singh also felt that his words were a little too aggressive. Although Jeff is not his real boss, he is also the nominal commander-in-chief of this operation, and he has to give him some face and steps. Thinking of this, Singh got up from his seat and smiled implicitly and apologized.

"Hehe, it's okay, it's okay!" Jeff waved his hand a little unnaturally, smiled twitching at the corner of his mouth, and then quickly changed the subject and asked, "By the way, General Singh, how are the troops prepared?" Has the fleet under Pei Zhimao all entered the designated star field? ”

"Oh, yes, I just got the adjutant's report too. The report says that most of your St. Proli's space fleet has entered the designated star field, but some of the warships of the third squadron have not been able to get there for unexplained reasons! Singh's face softened, and he explained to Jeff: "Also, I have ordered all the surrendered officer groups to leave immediately, and I believe that news will come back soon!" In addition, all the warships under my command are also ready for everything! ”

"General Singh is still suspicious of Pei Zhimao's space fleet, isn't it sincere to surrender?" Hearing Singh's words, Jeff frowned slightly and asked in slight surprise.

"As I explained to my lieutenant just now, I'd rather be prepared for a battle than be prepared for a fight! Marshal, you should know what I mean, right? Singh smiled slightly and said meaningfully.

"Hehe, I understand!" Jeff smiled quickly and unnaturally. Although Singh was in the tone of an elder teaching a lesson, Jeff knew in his heart that he could not offend this old man with a powerful fleet in his hands at the moment, and he still hoped that he could help bring back Melsa and regain his lost position of power in St. Proli. Therefore, there are still some city governments Jeff, at this moment, can only "endure humiliation" to endure the contempt of this general from the fifth war zone.

"Then what is next for General Singh?" After humming and answering, Jeff rolled his eyes and asked with a smile.

“jihua？” Singh was a little stunned when he heard this, and immediately smiled and replied: "General Ben is only responsible for fighting, and as for matters outside the battlefield, I'm afraid you need to decide it yourself, Lord Marshal!" Don't worry, Lord Marshal, I haven't paid attention to the rest of the ground monkeys in your St. Proli Star Sector except for this broken space fleet. As long as the marshal speaks, my fleet will be able to do what the flag points to and be invincible! ”

"The general is really arrogant!" Seeing that Singh looked confident, Jeff smiled helplessly again.

"Your Excellency Marshal has won the prize!" Singh replied very "humbly", and then asked with a little hesitation: "I would like to ask the Marshal a question, do you want a powdered St. Proli, or a relatively complete republic?" ”

"Naturally, I want the latter, I don't want to be a country in ruins!" Jeff said with an awkward smile.

"It's a little hard, but it should be done!" Singh's old eyebrows furrowed slightly for a moment, and he said thoughtfully.

"General, there is an unexpected situation in the enemy fleet!" While the two were discussing their next move, Singh's nephew adjutant hurriedly walked over and said quickly.

"Oh? What's the situation? Hearing the adjutant's words, Singh and Jeff looked at each other and asked in slight surprise.

"Five minutes ago, the battleship No. SP01005 in the enemy's flagship escort team suddenly exploded in a series of explosions in the rear of the ship's power engine, and the hull was seriously damaged and the main power was completely lost. In order to avoid a possible extreme situation, the captain of the battleship has ordered all of them to abandon the ship and transfer to the flagship battleship SP01001! The adjutant briefly.

"What? Sudden explosion? Did the other party explain the cause of the accident? Singh asked with a look of disbelief on his face. On the battleship where all the high-tech jishu of mankind are concentrated, the nuclear power engine jishu is quite perfect, and unless it is destroyed by external forces, the probability of a power engine self-detonation is almost equal to zero.

"Nope! The other party did not give a definite answer, only said that the accident was being investigated! The adjutant shook his head and replied.

After listening to the adjutant's words, Singh's old eyebrows couldn't help but lock up, threw down Jeff, who was also stunned, and hurriedly returned to his command platform, bringing up the picture of Pei Zhimao's flagship team.