"Lavoisier, is it really okay not to leave behind any reserve fleets?"
After the orders had been issued and all the commanders and staff officers had left the combat room, one of the observing leaders could not help but ask.
Though he did not know much about fleet command in interstellar warfare, he still knew that one needed to retain some reserve forces during a battle, just in case.
Yet Lavoisier had shown no such intention and had directly dispatched all fifty Super Attack Groups.
If the battle situation changed, would that not leave them without even a single reserve force available for emergency deployment?
Looking at the Eighth Order Civilization leader who had questioned her, Lavoisier let out a slight sigh.
"Your Excellency Thersus, do you know what probability of victory my war simulations gave us?"
"How much?"
"Less than ten percent!"
"What?!"
It was not just Thersus. Even the leaders of the other civilizations all rose to their feet, their faces practically spelling out, "You're talking nonsense."
They had long known that the humans on the other side were powerful, but they had thought they should at least have a thirty to forty percent chance of victory. Yet Lavoisier was saying they did not even have ten percent!
This...
How could they possibly accept that?
"Lavoisier, why didn't you tell us something this important sooner?"
Having recovered somewhat, Thersus slammed the table and roared at Lavoisier.
"Tell you? So you could give up all hope and obediently surrender to become humanity's slaves?"
"This..."
Caught off guard by Lavoisier's retort, Thersus did not know how to respond. After all, just as she had said, if he had known the simulation results earlier, he really might have done exactly that.
But at a time like this, in front of all