144: Stand still, good boy!

On the Bridge of the storm, Oran walked up to Xi Hai, stood at attention, and shouted loudly:

"Report! The reconnaissance formation has departed! We are proceeding according to the operational plan!"

"The accompanying Ultramarines Legion and the direct Marine Corps units are all prepared! We can attack at any time!"

Xi Hai looked at Oran and nodded, acknowledging him.

The operational plan was formulated by him and the staff of the First Mobile Fleet. Simply put, it involves first scouting the distribution of the Alien Fleet while calculating curvature arrival points. Once the main force of the aliens is located, they will launch surprise attacks from multiple directions, aiming to catch them all and annihilate them in one fell swoop.

Speaking of this plan, Xi Hai felt fortunate. It was a good thing he had considered that the First Mobile Fleet might still be clinging to the inertial operational thinking from before their refit, so he chose to follow them. As it turned out, he hadn't guessed wrong—

At first, the "super-masculine" plan proposed by this bunch of staff officers involved a pile of norma m470 landing ships carrying a bunch of tough guys from the Marine Corps, using curvature to charge directly into the faces of the aliens, and then using their super strength to spin those aliens around like tops.

As for all the Warships, they were to be deployed as a reserve under the guidance of "preserving strength just in case" to avoid direct engagement—

Without a doubt, this plan was immediately scrapped and redone.

After Xi Hai emphasized several times that "even if you write off all the Warships, I can replace them for you within three days," the staff finally let go of their inhibitions, opened up their thinking, and began to make "normal" operational deployments.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The console sounded, and a holographic star map was projected into mid-air. Intelligence gathering was complete.

Looking at the star map, the landing position of the First fleet was good; there were no Alien Fleet units or structures nearby. According to intelligence from before the fall, their approximate location was now in the empty zone between the No. 3 and No. 4 large Warship foundries.

On the star map, 18 reconnaissance teams were flying in all directions, gradually entering the darkness beyond the range of vision. The main force of the First Mobile Fleet also slowly hid within the shadows of the asteroids—

Just like a fierce predator temporarily retracting its sharp claws and fangs, lying in ambush within cover, ready at any moment to deal a fatal blow to its unsuspecting prey.

At this time, at Factory No. 7, in the outer perimeter area, several on-duty alien Warships were slowly drifting through the air.

"Roo... (Hey, little brother, have you heard?)"

"Roo... (The higher-ups plan to build this place into a permanent colony.)"

Among them, on the Bridge of the lead Warship, the alien captain stared boredly at the radar screen and said to the First Officer beside it.

The alien First Officer turned its head to look at its captain and replied:

"Roo... (Looking at the trend, yes.)"

"Roo... (Otherwise, there would be no need for us to restore industry here.)"

"Roo... (And even less need to rack our brains to enslave those human things!)"

As it spoke, this alien First Officer complained,

"Roo... (Now we have to go to the trouble of managing so many human things, which has led to a shortage of operators for the Warships.)"

"Roo... (And there are so many troublemakers among those humans! They actually dare to resist!)"

"Roo... (We should just bury them all in those organic matter mixers!)"

Hearing the First Officer's reply, the alien captain nodded, which counted as agreement,

"Roo... (Endure for another month.)"

"Roo... (Currently, only human things can operate those shipyards.)"

"Roo... (Wait until our reinforcements arrive in a month, and then we will have enough manpower.)"

As it spoke, the alien captain sneered,

"Roo... (As for resisting?)"

"Roo... (The troublemakers who dare to jump out, isn't it better to just strangle them? You have to make them fight among themselves. As long as they start fighting each other, they won't have the energy to resist us anymore.)"

"Roo... (You have to believe that the human race has no future. They have even lost the means of high-speed interstellar travel—as long as those things called star markers are destroyed, the human fleet will be like it has had all its channels blocked; it simply cannot get through.)"

"Roo... (The future of the universe belongs to us. Although crude, our linear channels can already reach one-tenth the speed of what those humans call Void Channels. As long as we can capture a complete star marker...)"

Suddenly, the alien First Officer glanced out the window and let out a loud "Roo," interrupting the captain's speech:

"Roo... (Captain, you just said... human Warships can't get through, right?)"

"Roo... (Why do I always feel a chill behind my back?)"

The alien captain scanned the radar screen—nothing there. So it looked at the alien First Officer with dissatisfaction and said:

"Roo... (That's your own problem! If you're cold, put on more clothes!)"

"Roo... (Are you acting paranoid here? Even if ghosts came back to life to seek revenge on you, humans still couldn't get through!)"

"Roo... (And—even if humans came, it wouldn't matter! General Guluwaer is stationed at Factory No. 7 with the main fleet! If any humans dare to come looking for trouble, there is only one outcome! And that is to be turned into slag!)"

"Roo... (In the future, you are not allowed to interrupt me with such trivial matters!)"

Watching the First Officer nod, the alien captain finally showed a satisfied expression, then continued its high-minded discourse, picking up where it left off.

But the alien First Officer looked hesitantly at its captain—is being this reckless really okay?

...Actually, that alien First Officer's feeling wasn't wrong—being this reckless is indeed not good.

Just a moment ago, a balanced anderson quietly glided over the heads of those alien Warships.

This balanced anderson was a member of the No. 7 reconnaissance fleet. Because there were no carrier Warships, these small aircraft were carried directly on the hull of the kalilein using an external mounting method.

As for why it wasn't discovered? The reason is simple—the operating radius of the jamming device was larger than the alien radar; from far away, it had already turned that group of alien Warships into blind and deaf cripples.

Gliding past this small patrol, the Pilot of this balanced anderson sent a communication to the mothership:

"A992 calling 087, I have arrived at the location of the alien Warships you observed. Currently, I have only discovered a small patrol."

"My aircraft will now maneuver toward Factory No. 7 while conducting electronic reconnaissance."

"Over."

The reply came quickly:

"Received. Our Warship will provide you with synchronized course guidance. Please move to your 1 o'clock direction, 22° azimuth. The channel is safe and unobstructed. Good luck. Over."

The Pilot slightly adjusted the nose of the aircraft toward the indicated direction, pushed the throttle hard, and watched the asteroids and dust belts constantly streaking past the window. His expression gradually became ferocious, and a low voice sounded—

"You damn aliens!!! I've come to find you!!!"

"All of you, just—"

"Stand ♂ nice ♂ and ♂ still ♂!!!"