Pius stared fixedly at the holographic projection before him, his gaze as sharp as two arrows. After a brief silence, he paused slightly before speaking again:
"Just moments ago, I received orders from Captain Mendeleev. He requires us to hold out for as long as possible and patiently await reinforcements from the other fleets."
Hearing this, Neketz could not help but frown.
"Do you mean that, despite having enough strength to swiftly wipe out these detestable False Emperor lackeys before us, we have to remain idle?
Even though we are fully capable of ending this battle swiftly with overwhelming force, we must deliberately engage these bastards in a prolonged war of attrition?
All for the purpose of creating the illusion for those False Emperor lackeys that they failed to breach our defensive positions only because they did not commit enough troops.
Thus luring them into continuously pouring in more military forces, gradually leading them step by step into a trap where we can whittle them down?
So that we can hold out a while longer and wait for the rest of the fleets to arrive as reinforcements."
Faced with Neketz's string of sharp questions, a barely noticeable smile appeared on Pius's face.
He looked at Neketz with satisfaction, his eyes filled with approval. Clearly, he was quite pleased that Neketz had understood his strategic intentions so quickly.
"That's right, Neketz. Your understanding is completely accurate. Under the current circumstances, we truly need to adopt this strategy of gradually wearing down the enemy's living forces.
We cannot win too easily, lest we alert the False Emperor's lackeys. At the same time, we absolutely cannot give them any opening to break through the defensive line we have so carefully constructed.
Only then can we hold out until the remaining fleets arrive to