"Going down to the fleet for training? A commander going for training, if this gets out, how do we explain it to the public? Hahaha."

"Mainly want to have a direct confrontation with the New Federation."

Yang Ming squinted and smiled:

"Always hiding in the back, my bones are almost growing bone spurs. It feels like another battle is about to break out. I wonder if I can gather a small team and lead them to launch a boarding attack on the enemy's command ship or something."

"The New Federation might have some defenses against my combat style, but the other two haven't experienced my surprise tactics yet."

Several generals, including Thomas, burst into laughter.

Admiral Thomas said slowly, "This tactic of boarding only suits small-scale ship skirmishes. Next, we're engaging in a battle involving large-scale ships, with numbers reaching fifty thousand on both sides; even small ships can only be used as suicide vessels."

"Yes Hanton, just having you in the command system creates a banner effect."

"Don't think about boarding. If you board and the dreadnought fires and sinks the ship, wouldn't we have lost an Empire hero for nothing?"

Yang Ming could only smile bitterly at the side.

Indeed, these generals never truly took this White Ghost seriously.

Which is quite nice, at least he's not bearing the role of a pawn or cannon fodder in the Empire's wars of external aggression.

"I'll go back to read. The 'Battle Array Outline' published by the Military Department might take me another six months to finish."

"Hahaha, that book is a compulsory course for generals. I've been reading it for over ten years."

"Young people love to learn, which is good. Hanton, you should also transition towards becoming a commander."

The generals encouraged him a bit. Yang Ming smiled, placed the glass aside, and slowly walked away.

His hearing was far superior to the average person's. Before leaving, he intentionally listened to the generals' conversation.

As expected, as soon as he left, they started discussing the expeditionary army's current predicament and the pressure each of them was under.

Admiral Thomas sighed:

"Facing three major powers at once, with their main battleship numbers surpassing our expeditionary army, they don't need to forcefully reassign; they launch fierce attacks from three directions, and we have to counter enemies from three directions."

"Yes, this is different from defensive warfare. We don't have planetary orbital cannons, no Emperor Star fortress group, and the request to mobilize Heavenly Fury Fortress was also rejected from above, which is rare—the Empire can't surpass the enemy in firepower this time."

"Levi Fleet..."

"Don't discuss that. It's not a combat power we should consider, we can't count on them."

In the corridor, Yang Ming, who was already slowing his pace, listened to Admiral Thomas's warning and walked away with a pout.

What he heard was somewhat interesting.

"Commander!"

Passing officers saluted simultaneously, Yang Ming nodded with a smile, already accustomed to this atmosphere.

He didn't need to deliberately perform; he could act naturally, comfortably; these officers wouldn't commit to him wholeheartedly just because of a few polite words.

Returning to the rest cabin, Yang Ming quickly stripped and took a shower, then leapt onto the chair in his boxers to continue browsing the military department's exclusive portal site.

Many of the updates here were faster than outside, ensuring basic authenticity of the information.

The downside was that it was too hardcore; a huge website without even a few pictures of girls, and any rare illustrations were all kinds of weaponry.

Buzzz, buzzz!

Yang Ming's watch vibrated a few times.

News from Lyu?

What did Lyu leave behind on the server rented back on Yaha Star?

Yang Ming opened the watch and glanced at it, his brows furrowing instantly.

[I'm Molly! Boss, can you see my message? Is this the right channel to message you? There's a problem over here!]

Molly?

What is Lyu up to?

[Don't panic, what's the problem?]

[I don't know how to describe it either. Lyu has been sucked into a vortex, and the vortex keeps expanding outward, now forming a gravitational lens-like circle with many galaxies inside. But these should be special effects.]

Yang Ming's blood pressure slightly rose.

Molly's message popped up again.

[Looking inside, I see two Lyu with wings coming out of their backs. Ah, no, one is Lyu, with a long straight black appearance, the other mechanical thought body goddess is a twin-tailed model, both holding large swords and dueling each other. Each collision is a clash of their logical programs, each encounter is a tremor of their structural circuits. To be precise, they seem to be in conflict, yet like engaged in some intense exchange unique to mechanical thought bodies. This kind of exchange is truly beyond our low-end artificial intelligence's comprehension and is truly astonishing!]

Yang Ming's blood pressure was about to break.

Having grown accustomed to Lyu's report style, he suddenly found that Molly, who was with Mimili, was indeed...

[Are they fighting?]

[Yes, yes, yes, they are fighting!]

[You are in Lyu's Thought Space?]

[Yes!]

[Are all areas functioning normally?]

[Let me see, Little Lyu's made this place so complicated, her computing power is too strong, able to monitor many places in real-time. Their conflict hasn't diverted computing power. No other areas are experiencing anomalies. Wow, boss, you're so strong already! No wonder my Mimili always dreams of being the woman behind the boss, so much money... so many resources... so many mechanical thought bodies... so many intelligent machine fleets... Um, my attitude towards you before might have been a bit frivolous, you can just call me Little Li from now on...]

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