The Anaji Meat Grinder (II)
"Approved? Approved for what?" Darth Malthael sneered. "Approved for you to report to the Commerce Department?"
"My lord, this is my battle plan. Please review it." Matt Hona showed no emotional reaction to Darth Malthael's mockery and simply presented his plan.
Darth Malthael looked over the plan, his expression gradually turning grave. After a long while, he slowly said, "Do you know what this plan of yours means? It means that if it fails, you will lose your entire fleet, the entire Fourth Legion, and every Indjori Vengeance."
His snake-like eyes fixed dead on Matt Hona. "And whether the plan succeeds or fails, both star bases will be sacrificed... Then, if the Republic 20th Army returns, the Givin will have no choice but to surrender. If we lose the Givin, we lose an outstanding core species, lose our Titan warship construction yards, and may even leak the data for the Ankollon-class Titan warship and Ragnarok-class Titan warship."
As he spoke, he shook his head again. The threatening expression from before vanished in an instant, and he said calmly, "I appointed you Commander of the Navy because I thought you were not like Sefrans Tann, someone who enjoyed taking risks. And you should understand that if the Fourth Civilization fails, it will not affect me. The ones who will truly suffer total destruction are all the civilians of this civilization, including you."
"If it weren't like this, how could it be called a gamble?" Matt Hona said.
"To make up for the loss of strength caused by the departure of the Fourth Legion and the Indjori Vengeance, I may even need to go to the front myself," Darth Malthael added.
"Thank you for granting this, my lord." Matt Hona gave a solemn military salute.
Darth Malthael