Speaking of the two warships, Fang Yingwu wore a helpless expression as well. "We still haven't made contact, but there's some bad news."
Southgate answered without hesitation, "Speak. Don't beat around the bush."
"Based on spectral and energy-particle analysis, the weapons and ammunition they're using don't belong to any currently known weapon category," Fang Yingwu replied helplessly.
Not knowing the weapon type was actually unimportant. As long as they could kill bugs, that was enough. But the crucial issue was that, since the weapon systems were incompatible... they might not be able to obtain what they wanted from the other side's supply ships.
He didn't believe those two warships were wandering through space alone. Their defenses were strong and their firepower fierce, but traveling through space required enormous quantities of supplies. There had to be supply ships or a mothership behind them.
"I'll say it again: I don't want to hear that," Southgate cut him off without hesitation. "I've already reported the situation to the war zone. The difficulties won't last long... You've already won a temporary victory, yet you still can't contact those two warships?"
Fang Yingwu did not like Southgate's change in direction, but he understood that the legion commander did not want to hear any more complaints. He could also imagine that the situation in the star system was not necessarily better than that of the Seventh Army—at least he had room to maneuver, while the star system did not.
So he answered in a deep voice, "I dispatched no fewer than five reconnaissance ships to attempt contact, but there has been no news so far."
"No news?" Southgate's face instantly darkened. "I need you to explain what that means."
If it had been the commander of the Eighth Army or Ninth Army, he would have started