Talimo felt that Zhang Fan's concerns were not unfounded. Mimipa was suspicious by nature, and if the Insect Race appeared too weak, there would be no point in rescuing them.
After a moment's thought, Talimo said, "How about this? I still have about ten thousand older-model warships. We'll bring them out into the open and sacrifice them as bait."
Zhang Fan nodded slightly. "Looks like taking Mimipa down won't be easy."
"His overall military strength is still considerable," Talimo said. "But if I can wipe him out in one stroke, I can take the Deputy Commander's seat. Then I'll make sure your forces are positioned at the rear."
"At the rear?" Zhang Fan asked in surprise.
Talimo explained, "Based on our years of experience fighting the Erl Universe, their ability to sustain operations has become a problem."
"We sacrifice the defensive warships at the front to give the offensive warships behind them a chance to launch a surprise attack. So I'll position your warships at the rear, which will greatly reduce your losses."
Zhang Fan saluted. "Then you have my thanks."
Soraya reported, "Mimipa's fleet is approaching."
With a wave of Zhang Fan's hand, hundreds of thousands of warships set off for the border. Talimo said, "Then I'll return to my warship as well..."
Zhang Fan immediately stopped him. "There's no need. Stay here and watch him fall into the trap."
Talimo glanced at Zhang Fan and nodded slightly. "All right. I've already ordered my warships to set out."
Although Mimipa felt uneasy, this was the best chance to wipe out Talimo, and he had no intention of missing it.
He had deployed nearly half his military forces. Before they even reached the Insect Race Starfield, word arrived that the Insect Race and Talimo were already fighting at the border.