A Bonaparte fleet? Where had a Bonaparte fleet come from? Was it Ferdinand Bonaparte's, or Eleanor Bonaparte's?
At that instant, the thought really did flash through Yu Lian's mind first. A Bonaparte fleet? Where had a Bonaparte fleet come from?
Fortunately, Yu Lian didn't actually say that idiotic thing out loud. That probably meant that although he'd just been through a bout of intense mental combat, his overall mental state was still salvageable.
Probably...
His gaze quickly shifted to a new screen that had risen beside him automatically. At the spaceport on the side of Fortress No. 1 facing away from the Stargate, several transports that looked every bit as rowdy and green-skinned as the greenskins were filing in. More than thirty warships of various sizes had also appeared at a safe distance outside the port.
The battle-hardened Lexington and Saratoga, the Enterprise, a whole dimension ahead of them, and, of course, the Aurora, with all the significance she carried.
His senior and Wayne's group had arrived even sooner than he'd expected. That was certainly a pleasant surprise.
They'd even passed through the Stargate before the Imperial fleet from the New World. That was another pleasant surprise.
Small unmanned transports were constantly shuttling between the spaceport and the warships, like a swarm of diligent worker bees.
This probably meant that Fortress No. 1's utility robots and all its supplies had also been reshaped into the likeness of Earthlings. Naturally, that was another pleasant surprise.
At this point, it was no longer as shallow as one happiness added to another. This was three surprises fused into one. And Yu Lian was certainly experiencing a spell of happiness that felt just like a dream.
He smiled faintly and let his tired body lean back. A Bifang robot appeared from who-knew-where, transforming and