The intelligence officer nervously watched the flag signals sent by the Star Navy, his fingers moving rapidly as he tried to convert every signal into words.
As time passed, his furrowed brow gradually relaxed, for he had begun to understand the meaning of the signals. Drawing on years of experience and keen insight, he quickly deciphered the other side's intentions and translated them into text.
Just over a minute later, the intelligence officer had finished translating all the flag signals. He let out a long breath, then turned to report to Marshall.
Holding the translated message, the intelligence translator carefully approached Marshall and said respectfully:
"Patriarch, the message sent by the other side says that you are to take a transport ship to their warship and present yourself before them."
After saying this, he could not help but feel a chill run down his spine. He knew this news might provoke Marshall's displeasure and anger, and he would be the first to bear the patriarch's wrath. He could not possibly withstand such consequences.
However, Marshall showed no anger. Instead, he stood quietly with his arms crossed over his chest, pondering the other side's intentions.
He understood that, as an outstanding leader, he had to remain calm and rational and could not allow his emotions to sway him easily. Although the news was somewhat unexpected, the other side had placed themselves in the position of victor, so such an attitude was only natural.
Marshall knew well that defeat meant bearing the corresponding consequences. Presenting oneself before the victor was not a humiliation for the defeated.
Although the two sides had not yet fought, since he had chosen to surrender, it was not unreasonable for the other side, as the victors, to demand that he go before them.
Marshall looked calmly at