Everyone perked up at Kexoya's words. It seemed he had a plan.
Kexoya continued, "To break out, we need to take three steps. First, send some small warships, or even fighters, through the Gravitational Vortex and hide them in ambush."
"Second, send a peace delegation and seize an opportunity during the talks to assassinate the Insect Race's leader."
"Finally, contact the reinforcements from Centaur Star and the other galaxies, and launch a surprise attack once the assassination succeeds."
Commander Kekeqiya asked, "Whether the Insect Race will agree to peace talks is another matter. Their fighters are incredibly powerful, never mind their leader. Who among us is willing to assassinate the Insect Race's leader?"
Everyone exchanged glances, but even after a long silence, no one stepped forward. Some lacked confidence in their abilities, while others simply refused to take the risk.
If the assassination failed, the Insect Race might retaliate against their entire race. No one wanted to take that chance. After all, if someone else failed, they would still have the option of surrendering.
Godo and Mude were the best examples. Quite a few of those present had already begun keeping their options open.
Seeing that no one volunteered, Kexoya turned to Commander Duoxia. "My friend, I'll leave the assassination to you. After all, your race's swordsmanship is unrivaled."
Commander Duoxia hurriedly waved his hands. "Lord Kexoya, you're far too modest. Compared with the Centaur Race's spear techniques, our swordsmanship is hardly worth mentioning. Hardly worth mentioning!"
Kekeqiya gave him a contemptuous look. "Weren't you drawing your sword against us earlier? Now that we need you to deal with the Insect Race, you're admitting your swordsmanship isn't good enough? I think you're the one being modest."
Commander Duoxia flew into a rage. "If you're so capable, do it yourself! Doesn't