"Order all fleets to enter Level One combat readiness. Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." General Trench said slowly, stroking the mandibles at the corners of his mouth. "Locate the Empire's two Super Star Destroyers. The Guardian and the Reaper. Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
"Yes!"
After giving it some thought, Trench continued, "Strengthen the ground offensive against Dantooine. Have the Geth continue harassing Palin-Minor Planet. Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
"Yes!"
"The First Fleet will withdraw to Palanci Planet. Tsk tsk tsk tsk... Open up an attack corridor."
"The Second Fleet will suspend its offensive posture and rest in place outside Borleias Planet."
"The Third Fleet will continue its attack on Reecee Planet. Take it within one week, no matter what. Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
"Yes, General!"
"Your plan is to let the First System Army in, then attack from three directions at once and force a decisive fleet battle?" a young boy's voice asked.
General Trench turned around and saw the young boy standing behind him.
He wore a dark blue military uniform with no rank insignia on his shoulders. Yet his gaze was steady, carrying a maturity and wisdom that did not match his age.
Ander-Viking, military advisor to the Northern Fleet and the secret weapon of this major Northern military operation—the Golden Plan.
"Yes. A three-pronged pincer attack. I will not give them any opportunity. Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." General Trench said, stroking his mandibles.
"If that is the case, then we will face defeat," Ander-Viking said gravely.
General Trench fell silent.
He had initially harbored considerable doubts about this unfamiliar boy. But later, he discovered that Ander-Viking's grasp of the battlefield and his seemingly wild tactical concepts were always incisive and struck straight at the heart of the matter. There was no doubt that he was a genius of