Hearing Li Chen's question, the commanders present all looked at one another.
They stared wide-eyed at each other, but no one could answer Li Chen's question.
"Master, that was... a battle arrangement made by Noah Number One..."
This time, Mo Li was the one who spoke up.
Hearing this, Li Chen frowned again.
However, he did not pursue the matter too deeply.
Noah Number One possessed a great deal of intelligence about the enemy.
Moreover, he was a professional with extensive experience in interstellar combat.
Naturally, he had his reasons for doing this.
Host, Noah Number One did this because the Star-Level Shelter does not have enough professional pilots...
If we had professional pilots, those more than three million fighter jets could take to the skies as well.
Noah spoke up at that moment to remind Li Chen.
These words made Li Chen frown.
He had not expected the situation to be like this.
This problem was indeed rather troublesome.
The number of naval, ground, air, and aerospace combat troops in the Star-Level Shelter—
added together, exceeded fifty million.
Yet the number of fighter and bomber pilots with professional qualifications
was actually fewer than two million!
Although Li Chen had already discovered this problem before,
and had instructed Xu Ruoxi and the others to take full responsibility for improving the training of professional talent in the Aerospace Force,
the results received did not seem particularly ideal.
"Xu Ruoxi, tell me what exactly is going on."
"Why does our shelter have so few Aerospace Force professionals?"
Li Chen looked at Xu Ruoxi and questioned her.
"Commander..."
Xu Ruoxi wore a troubled expression.
She took a deep breath and looked seriously at Li Chen.
"Because the physical qualifications of those soldiers are all substandard. The number of warriors who meet the requirements