P91 Military Starport Outer Area

A T4 Banshee-class light interplanetary stealth reconnaissance ship in stealth mode is closely monitoring the situation here.

"Reporting to the captain, the enemy fleet has made a move."

"They must be preparing for battle by sailing!" the subordinate suddenly reported loudly.

"Keep a close eye on it!" The captain's heart immediately jumped.

She had already received the combat mission assignment from the commander, and she needed to relay the message back immediately after the enemy began warp drive.

Upon receiving the information, the Dragon Legion on the other side will immediately launch an attack on the three Demon Legions on the other side.

At this moment, time passes little by little.

The captain himself even began to pay attention to the enemy's movements, and the atmosphere on the bridge became tense at this moment.

"Report! Several interstellar warships have entered warp drive!" the subordinate shouted excitedly.

The captain remained silent and continued to monitor the situation.

But a few minutes later, something strange happened.

Although subsequent Daemon interstellar warships were making preparations for warp drive, they did not actually engage in warp drive for a long time.

Another half hour passed.

"What exactly is going on?" The vice-captain looked at the captain with concern; this unusual situation made them both uneasy.

"Get me the footage from just now, the footage of those interstellar warships that were warping!" the captain ordered.

Soon, the video recording was released.

The captain looked at those interstellar warships.

Having infiltrated the Demon race for some time, she had become intimately familiar with their interstellar warships.

"These are all interstellar reconnaissance ships of the Demon Race, along with several interstellar escort ships and interstellar destroyers."

"This must be an enemy interstellar reconnaissance fleet!" the captain analyzed.

"An interstellar reconnaissance fleet? What are they reconnaissance missions?"

"Could they have discovered our plans?" the vice-captain asked worriedly.

The captain frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Intensify the intrusion into the enemy's communication network, increase the frequency!"

Especially against the enemy's flagship and main interstellar warships!

At the same time, the other T4 Banshees were also ordered to perform the same task.

"But this will increase our chances of being exposed!" the vice-captain warned.

They are now in enemy territory, and their fate is predictable once they are discovered.

"This is related to the commander's and our JF-17 Legion's combat plan."

"Execute the order!" the captain said solemnly.

"yes!"

With the intrusion into the enemy ship's communication network, the atmosphere on the bridge became unusually quiet.

Even subconsciously, everyone walks lighter, speaks softer, and even breathes more lightly.

Although they knew that their actions would not expose the starship.

But I still do it subconsciously.

Time passed little by little.

One hour... two hours... three hours... five hours...

final.

A crew member shouted, "Found it! Found it!"

Without waiting for a report from the other party, the captain and the first officer immediately went to the crew member's work station and looked at the message she had intercepted from the demon race.

The content describes the action plan of the ten Red Demon Legion fleets, as well as the dispatch of an interstellar reconnaissance fleet to the middle of the shipping lane. After receiving a safe message, the ten Red Demon Legion fleets set off again and stayed at this intermediate station for five hours.

I received this news.

The vice-captain breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's how it is. I've finally figured it out."

"Oh no!" The captain's expression turned serious. She immediately gave the order: "This ship will lift the communication blockade against the enemy. After sailing to a safe location, contact home immediately!"

"What's wrong, Captain?" The first officer asked, noticing the captain's even more serious expression than before.

The captain said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect the Demon Race commander to be so cautious."

Instead of sailing directly to their destination, they chose to stop along this route for a while.

That means the commander's previous battle plan could not be executed.

Once they reach this intermediate position and make contact with the three demon legions, if they fail to do so, they will certainly become more cautious and change their original sailing plans.

If we make contact, it means that these three demon legions have not yet been annihilated by our Falcon Dragon Legion, and the outcome is predictable. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The subsequent ambush plan could not be carried out!

The deputy captain suddenly realized that the commander's original plan could not be carried out in this way.

"What should we do then?"

"Shall we inform the commander to cancel this operation now?" the vice-captain inquired.

"This matter is too important for me to make the decision."

"We must inform the commander and await his further instructions." The captain sighed.

What was originally a great battle plan could not be carried out because of this incident.

Although it appears to be just a failed operation plan.

But this means that the Dragon Legion will have to engage in direct combat with 300,000 Demon Starships.

She believed that the commander's JF-17 Thunder Legion was not afraid of the enemy, but this also meant that the JF-17 Thunder Legion would suffer more casualties in this head-on confrontation.

This is something no one wants to see.

At this moment, every second felt like an eternity to the captain.

Finally, the T4 Banshee-class light interplanetary stealth reconnaissance ship sailed to a safe location and sent a quantum message back home, explaining the current situation.

After that, all that was left was to wait for the commander's plan.

Another period of waiting.

Waiting is always the most agonizing.

Until we received a reply from our hometown.

The reply was very simple.

The first question was whether it was confirmed that the enemy's ten Red Demon Legion units would be stationed at the midpoint for five hours.

If this information is confirmed, proceed with the original plan.

Simply send a message when the ten Red Demon Legion fleets depart.

"This... the commander still wants to carry out the original battle plan?" The vice-captain covered his mouth in surprise.

After thinking for a moment, the captain said in a deep voice, "Commander and all commanders, this is a decision to take a risk."

If the enemy departs from the midpoint, that would be a ten-hour voyage.

"As long as our Dragon Legion can annihilate those three demon legions and set up the ambush battlefield within ten hours, the original battle plan can proceed."

The vice-captain said, "However, we only know that the enemy will stay in the middle position for five hours, but we have no way of knowing whether it will actually be five hours."

And unlike now, we can't monitor when they set off.

Who knows when they will set off after stopping at the midpoint?

"If our JF-17 squadron strikes first, the enemy will get intelligence and won't be able to carry out their subsequent ambush plan!"

The captain nodded: "What you said is all correct."

I think... the commander is probably preparing to take a gamble.

Let's gamble on the luck of our JF-17 Thunder!