Lin Fan looked around at the stunned faces surrounding him and was quite satisfied!
"Of course I'm serious. Don't worry, those little brats might be joining forces, but with only eight of them, they're still no match for me!"
"Alright, the General Staff will put together a plan!"
"Mm. Also, Liang Xue, help me contact the Presidential Palace. Tell the old man I'll send him a live broadcast signal when the time comes, so he can arrange for the media channels to air it live!"
"Commander, why? Isn't it inappropriate to broadcast an internal fleet tournament to the public?"
"You haven't realized something. Now that the Federation is rebuilding the four major fleets, what we lack isn't warships, crew members, clerical staff, or logistics personnel! What we lack are mecha pilots, and the shortage is enormous. You need to understand that mecha pilots have the highest casualty rate in the fleet. Most civilians are unwilling to choose to become mecha pilots when they enlist! That's the current situation, and I intend to change it!"
"I understand. By showing the public mecha combat tournaments—live broadcasts that are more thrilling and exciting than any sporting event—we can spark a mecha craze throughout the Federation. And if they want to pilot those majestic mechas, they'll have to join the Federal Fleet and become mecha pilots, so..."
Will's eyes lit up as he listened to Lin Fan. How had their young commander come up with such a brilliant idea?
"That's right, that's exactly what I mean! So, Liang Xue, when you contact my old man, explain this reasoning to him as well. There shouldn't be any problem then!"
"Alright, I understand!"
"Also, Will, discuss it with the Fourth Fleet and borrow their one hundred Sky-class Aircraft Carriers for a while. We still have a