After giving a loud, resolute reply, Yalik raised his hand in salute to Felix. Once he lowered his arm, he looked at Felix and asked, "Captain, shall I head down and get to work first?"
At that, Felix nodded at Yalik.
"Mm."
After responding, Yalik withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked out of the office. Watching Yalik leave, Felix's face showed a trace of worry. He lowered his head to look at the contents on the screen and let out a soft sigh.
"Haah..."
A week later, Felix, Rogers, and the other heads of Lorentz Military Base had gathered in the base's combat command room.
Rogers and the others raised their eyes toward Felix, while Felix fixed his gaze on the—
combat display map before him.
"How are the Earth Alliance Forces moving at present?"
Looking at the map, Felix questioned Rogers.
At Felix's words, Rogers operated the electronic map with his fingers, and the relevant information appeared on the screen.
"Based on our current reconnaissance results, the advance force dispatched by the Earth Alliance Forces consists of roughly two fleets.
These two fleets are advancing in a fan-shaped formation."
Felix nodded lightly as he looked over the information on the map, then questioned Rogers again.
"What is the equipment situation of these two fleets?"
"The two fleets are equipped with a total of six Agamemnon-class heavy battleships, twenty-four Nelson-class battleships, and thirty Drake-class space frigates.
The two fleets contain a total of sixty ships!"
As he delivered his report, Rogers's expression suddenly grew more solemn. Then, in a somewhat heavy voice, he continued.
"The number of Mobile Suits carried by these two fleets is currently unknown."
"That's no small force."
Felix spoke gravely, his gaze remaining on the map. Looking over the situation displayed there, he operated the map