Yu Lian naturally returned a smile of the same kind.
To be honest, he had no idea what the other person thought she understood, but at a time like this, all he had to do was smile.
"Please rest assured. The situation here in the Free Blue Star Commonwealth definitely won't spiral out of control. I guarantee it will proceed the right way." He once again made a solemn promise, as one man to another.
He hadn't explicitly sworn a military oath, but judging by his resolve, his conviction, his iron-hard gaze, and his burning fighting spirit, he might as well have said, "I'll come back with my head if I fail."
It took two conversations, but at last, after being out of contact for so long, Yu Lian had managed to get a clear picture of the situation.
In short, Admiral Yu's fleet was holding the Shanhai Passage against the Empire's main forces, temporarily keeping New Shenzhou safe. The Outer Ring Fleet was in an unfavorable position, but still had a way out. Yang's fleet in the New Continent and the forces in places like New Shenzhou were still out of contact, but as the saying went, no news was good news.
And then there was the "good news" that the Galactic Empire's armies were rampaging unchecked through Commonwealth territory.
The Empire had spent nearly a year on a tiny place like Far Shore, but once it broke through that barrier, the sky had opened up and the road ahead had become a plain. Under its iron hooves, every star region of the Blue Star Commonwealth except New Shenzhou had fallen in succession within three months.
Now, aside from New Shenzhou, fewer than ten scattered star systems were still openly resisting.
By comparison, the mysterious disaster of occult origin