Everyone fell into silence.
No one could have imagined that it would be such a result.
A fleet directly under the command of the commander was defeated in such a dramatic way.
The combination of the asteroid group and the air fleet hidden by its concealment caused a fleet directly under the commander to suffer heavy losses.
If such a scene occurred during a head-on confrontation, everyone present would not be surprised.
After all, in the space battlefield, the confrontations between battleships and battleships, and fleets and fleets, are very similar in many cases.
However, when the direct fleet led by Gremut Gale faced an assault force composed of more than a dozen space fighters, they were pressed to the ground and rubbed hard.
Except for the battleships and battlecruisers that served as the facade of the fleet, all other battleships were sunk.
The exploding fires and the smoke that still filled the void were so dazzling that they made everyone who had just been congratulating the Gamilas Empire continue to expand its territory and conquer the universe a bright future feel a burning feeling on their faces.
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Among the crowd, someone secretly looked at the Grand President of Camillas, Albert Desla, only to find that the President's expression remained unchanged and he was calmly watching the changes on the screen.
He even looked at his trusted minister of intelligence, Misela Celestra.
"What's the name of that white fighter plane?"
Misela Cerestra took a step forward and said ashamedly.
"I'm very sorry! Currently we have no information about this fighter plane."
"Yeah?"
Albert Desla nodded, not intending to blame himself for announcing the Minister of Intelligence, but instead slowly shook the wine glass in his hand.
His steady and calm voice sounded slowly.
"Everyone! Maybe you won't believe how happy I am right now."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed slightly.
At this moment, most people couldn't figure out what Albert Desla was thinking.
However, several people who were Albert Desla's confidants looked at each other without any trace and lowered their heads silently.
Albert Desla saw everyone's expressions in his eyes. He smiled slightly, stood up, walked down the steps slowly, and came to the middle of the crowd.
"Just now, all of you are happy and proud of the great achievements of our Gamilas. This is a fact! Moreover, it is an undeniable fact!"
There was an almost imperceptible strangeness in Albert Desla's voice.
"No matter what kind of enemy they are, they will all be reduced to nothing under the fierce fighting of our countless soldiers of Gamilas! This is also a fact! It is also the pride of our Gamilas!"
As he spoke, Helm-Jerik, who was standing aside, became nervous. He seemed to notice that the president's eyes were falling in front of him, but when he looked over secretly, he found that President Desla did not look at him.
To oneself.
"However, at such a glorious and proud moment, I am worried! Everyone, I wonder if you have ever thought that our invincible and unrivaled Gamilas space fleet will be in such a glorious and proud moment.
Will there be any slack at all times?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Some people with flexible minds even secretly set their sights on the location of Helm Jerlik, the director of the Central Military Forces.
At this moment, Helm Jellik was sitting on pins and needles, feeling uncomfortable all over.
He knew that this was President Desla's use of the topic.
"Fortunately! Fortunately! This moment happened during the moment when our Gamilas Empire was victorious and unrivaled!"
President Desla raised his right hand, pointed the wine glass in his hand towards the screen, and raised the glass towards the white lightning on the screen.
"Everyone, we should feel honored for this moment! We should feel blessed for this moment! Because, at this moment, we finally know that there are opponents in the galaxy that we can use our best to defeat! Now,
It’s not the time for us to be complacent about our huge territory and invincible achievements!”
As he spoke, Desla chuckled a few times and said self-deprecatingly.
"It's a pity that I am now the president of the empire. Otherwise, I will personally lead the fleet and capture this white fighter plane with my own hands, and use it as a sacrifice to add a legacy to our Gamilas Empire.
An achievement that is praised by everyone!!”
"President! Please give the order! Our space fleet is ready!! We are willing to dedicate everything we have to the empire!!"
Commander-in-Chief of the Global Fleet, Gard Dietz, was the first to step forward to ask for orders.
He understood the hidden meaning of President Desla's words.
That mysterious white fighter plane may hide the possibility of further advancing the technology of the Gamilas Empire.
Although, judging from the image just now, the mysterious white fighter plane does not seem to be using its full strength, the particle beam cannon it carries can easily interrupt the active battleship of Gamilas.
It is a power that the space fighters currently in service of the Sri Lankan Empire cannot possess.
"President! Please give the order! Please be sure to hand over this task to our Central Army!! Our Central Army is 100% confident to complete this task!"
Helm-Gerlik, the director-general of the Central Military Forces, was not to be outdone. He knew that President Desla was using the topic just now and was dissatisfied with his domineering speech. However, he was unwilling to let the opportunity for the Central Military Forces to show its strength slip away at this moment.
President Desla slowly took a sip of the wine in his glass, and then he looked at his minister of intelligence.
"Misela, are you sure?"
Misela stood at attention and responded with a serious expression.
"Yes! As long as it is an order from the President, Misela Celestra will do her best to complete it!"
"Yeah?"
President Desla nodded slightly, placed the wine glass in his hand on the plate held by the maid, and said loudly.
"Misela Celestra, Gal Dietz, don't let me down! I am determined to win that ship and that fighter plane!"
"Yes! Long live Gamilas! Long live Desla!"
Misela and Gal-Dietz immediately raised their right hands in response.
Then, President Desla raised his eyes slightly, looked at Gremut Gale who was still chasing the Yamato, and snorted coldly.
"If Gale is not killed in the battle, let him come back."
After that, President Desla strode out of the venue. At the same time, everyone around him raised his right hands and shouted loudly.
"Long live Gamilas! Long live Desla! Long live the President!"
Amid these bursts of shouting, the eyes of Helm-Jellick, the director of the Central Military Forces, gradually became extremely resentful.
Chapter completed!