"Hey!"
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, gently freeing himself from General Joble's grasp, and said with a smile,
"So what if the Fourth Fleet is here? As long as you hold your ground, can't you still defeat them?"
"That would cost me half of my ships!"
Joble growled,
"You repeatedly insisted that today we only need to suppress the ground forces!"
The middle-aged man chuckled, "Our fleet will arrive soon, please rest assured, or you can play hide and seek with them."
General Joble frowned tightly.
Suddenly!
"Jump fluctuation detected in two sectors behind us!"
The smile froze on the middle-aged man's face.
Due to the sudden situation, the New Federation Fleet had just set off. It would take them at least... over an hour to get here...
"That's not our fleet," the middle-aged man muttered, "Is it a fleet from another general of the Wind Army?"
General Joble's face turned pale.
