"A month?! Are you fucking kidding me!!!" Octavian Grant roared at the screen after it had already gone black.
But no one was listening anymore.
"Governor, if it's only a month, I think Fondor Planet should be able to hold out," the Imperial Commander beside him said quietly.
"But have you considered how badly Fondor Planet's production will be damaged in a month?! If Fondor Planet's industrial output is destroyed, then we'll have lost our greatest asset! How much attention do you think the Empire will give Fondor Planet once it loses its strategic value?" Octavian Grant snapped, breathing heavily.
The Galactic Empire's 20th Army under his command might have had the last designation, but in terms of strength, it could be considered second only to the five great Legions guarding the Core Worlds. The reason was Fondor Planet's terrifying industrial capacity.
Fondor Planet was not only the 20th Army's military and economic trump card, but also its political trump card. With Fondor Planet, Octavian Grant had enough confidence to thrive in the Galactic Empire's dark and corrupt official and political circles.
He had not joined any of the factions led by Orman Tagge, Dunn Vesex, or Wilhuff Tarkin, yet he was also a priority target for recruitment by all of those political and military factions.
Octavian Grant had originally thought this situation would continue for a long time, but he had never expected Fondor Planet to come under direct attack!
Humiliated and enraged, he believed Darth Vader was deliberately trying to weaken his power.
But there was nothing he could do. Darth Vader had taken away every fleet, leaving him with no choice but to rely on the planet's own strength for defense.
At that moment, another officer walked over, stood at attention, and saluted Octavian Grant. "Governor, we