"What's wrong, Brother Wang Dong?"
Huang Zhenqiu's booming voice rang out.
Even in this tense wartime situation, he had set aside the internal discussions at the B-110 Outer Domain Battlefield command center and answered Wang Dong's call first.
Huang Zhenqiu knew Wang Dong well enough to know he wouldn't make a pointless move at such a critical moment.
Clearly, Huang Zhenqiu's judgment was correct!
"The remaining Six-winged Mist Butterfly warships are the key!
This Sacrifice Stream requires specific carriers that meet certain conditions!
Eliminate them first. Even if there's a third round of sacrifice, it won't be a threat!"
Time was short, and every second mattered.
That was why Wang Dong had contacted Huang Zhenqiu directly instead of filing a report through the system to the B-110 Outer Domain Battlefield Local Area Network in the Kindling Network, where it would pass through one screening after another before finally reaching him.
And when speaking with Huang Zhenqiu, he had kept his words as brief as possible.
Wang Dong was quite good at expressing himself.
And Huang Zhenqiu was clearly good at understanding what he read.
So, after just three short sentences,
Huang Zhenqiu's expression changed at once. He replied, "Good!" and turned back to the discussions inside the B-110 Outer Domain Battlefield command center before he even had time to hang up.
Even on the Sky Peng Horizontal, Wang Dong and the others could hear Huang Zhenqiu's thunderous shout through the still-open call.
"Concentrate fire on the Six-winged warships that haven't received any enhancement!
They're the carriers for the next round of sacrifice!"
The same principle applied here.
There weren't many incompetents at the B-110 Outer Domain Battlefield command center, either.
Then, very quickly, in less than a minute,
the command center's latest orders were issued through the Local Area Network.