The atmosphere at the scene had certainly grown increasingly tense and oppressive. Across the entire star system, all the personnel at the fortresses and bases had taken up their combat stations within the next five minutes. As for the fleet crews, they were all at their posts within fifteen.
Throughout this process, neither Yu Lian nor Sylvester had given many orders. Yet the officers and troops hadn't waited for instructions at every turn like schoolchildren. They had simply launched into the standard interception procedure.
Yu Lian watched as the automated sentry guns on the front lines opened fire. The 1,200 automated turrets in the A-1 array unleashed beams at the missiles within range, denser than a torrential downpour. Their high-temperature, high-energy shots detonated the warheads, setting off dazzling, blinding bursts of white light in the sky.
That could only mean everyone had done an excellent job with their preparations—at least a ninety out of a hundred. In any case, it was just as he'd said: General Sylvester, you really ought to...
"I know you're thanking me with your eyes again, but that's enough." The old upperclassman sighed. "Brother, this huge deployment looks exactly like a preparatory barrage before an all-out assault!"
A textbook assessment. That was the strength—and the weakness—of an academy-trained commander.
"We have to consider the battlefield from a higher vantage point, sir. I stand by my assessment: if the enemy intends to launch an all-out assault, all their main forces will move together. Since they've only sent in one Titan, whether this is a preparatory barrage, a charge, or a flanking maneuver, it's still a probing attack."
Besides, I told you earlier that even the entire Imperial fleet on our front might be a feint. You just wouldn't believe me.
Yu Lian was about to explain further