"Tulas, I have to say, your command skills are improving by the day!"
Gray kept his eyes fixed on the Imperium warships suffering devastating blows across the battlefield. His heart filled with astonishment and admiration, he could not help turning to give Tulas a thumbs-up, praising him without reservation.
Gray had never imagined that Tulas could master the use of teleport beacons so flawlessly. Combined with the exceptional performance of the Star Navy Fleet's warships, the two complemented each other perfectly.
This allowed them to face a force several times their size with ease, controlling the entire battle as though a cat toying with mice and playing their opponents in the palm of their hands.
Faced with Gray's sincere praise, a faint smile appeared on Tulas's resolute face. His tiger-sharp eyes narrowed slightly, revealing unconcealed delight, though he still answered modestly:
"Heh, it's just standard procedure. As long as we make full use of the teleport beacons and our warships' superior performance, achieving results like these isn't difficult."
Gray shook his head lightly and retorted with a smile, "You can't put it that way, Tulas. Looking at things now, the only person who can compare to your so-called 'standard procedure' is probably Mendeleev.
"As for the other captains... they may have achieved quite a bit in fleet command, but when it comes to fighting as effortlessly as you do—destroying large numbers of enemies without suffering so much as a scratch—they are far behind!"
After saying that, Gray chuckled again.
"The reason we were able to achieve such brilliant results this time was mainly because of the seamless coordination between the captains and me!
"If their coordination with me had not reached such a level of mutual understanding, then even if I had done everything in my power, it would have