The warship pilot expertly operated the console and, with the intelligence officer's assistance, sent light signals to the three Cobra-class destroyers opposite them with flawless precision.
"Captain Nack, all we need to do now is wait patiently for their reply."
After sending the light signals, the intelligence officer reported to Nack with a serious expression, his tone carrying a hint of nervousness.
Nack nodded slightly and gave the intelligence officer a small nod, a faint smile on his lips. "You've worked hard."
Flattered beyond measure, the intelligence officer hurriedly replied in a solemn tone, "It is my duty."
He felt incomparably pleased at that moment and could not help thinking of that fool of a frigate captain who had questioned his professional ability. Someone like Nack really knows how to respect and appreciate others!
The frigate captain standing nearby was completely unaware of the intelligence officer's thoughts. He stood quietly beside Nack, his gaze focused and resolute as he waited for Nack's next orders.
Nack turned and smiled at the frigate captain. "Then let's wait quietly for their reply."
The frigate captain nodded, his eyes filled with trust. "All right."
He knew that Nack, as captain, possessed exceptional wisdom and decisiveness. As long as they followed his command, everything would proceed smoothly.
Everyone aboard the frigate remained highly alert. They waited silently for the other side's reply so they could decide on their next course of action. Second by second, time passed, and the entire bridge was steeped in an atmosphere of tension and anticipation.
On the bridge of the Cobra-class destroyer, Marshall Conard stood in the middle of the bridge, pacing anxiously back and forth. Ever since Marshall had sent a message to the fleet entering the Conard Galaxy, he had been restless with anxiety.
He eagerly awaited the