Victory Is Certain

"Terminus Planet has hidden Galactic Republic fighters?" Matt Hona frowned deeply. "This is a trap. The Republic had prepared for our operation long ago, and they had already won over Terminus Planet just to set this trap for us."

"What do we do, then? Retreat?" The operations staff officer asked, sweat pouring down his face.

"Our combat analysis already made it clear: right now is the best opportunity to seize Terminus Planet!" Matt Hona's gaze was unwavering as he said decisively, "Ignore the targets on Terminus Planet! Our greatest enemy has always been the Republic fleet! Leave the matters on the planet to our ground forces."

"Yes!"

At that moment, the sensors sounded another alarm. Twenty Galactic Republic Aquitenes-class light cruisers dropped out of hyperspace and joined the battle. What was deeply unsettling was that the hyperspace fluctuation alerts had still not stopped.

Matt Hona took a deep breath and stared fixedly at the holographic star map. He muttered, "I only hope our army can withstand this trial."

The Fourth Civilization fleet continued to withdraw, moving beyond Terminus Planet's gravitational field. It formed up for battle and recalled all fighters and bombers that had been sent to bombard the planet, preparing to engage the enemy in a fleet battle.

The Galactic Republic Army, however, clearly had a definite plan. The Z-95 Headhunter fighters hidden on Terminus Planet did not rush out of the atmosphere to engage the Fourth Civilization fleet.

In fact, this was a very wise choice. As a fighter from a bygone era, the Z-95 Headhunter had proven through countless battles that it was no match for the Wraith fighter. Holding firmly within the planet's atmosphere was therefore the correct tactic.

But what was the right tactic for them meant yet another failed plan for Matt Hona.

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