When Xianyu handled paperwork, he usually turned off the system first and thought things through himself. Only after coming up with a solution did he use the system to check for anything he had missed.
The documents on his desk did not demand an answer in the next second, but the battlefield was a different matter.
Xianyu needed to deal with the disasters, so he accompanied his subordinates to the front.
He had reliable subordinates who could command the battle.
All Xianyu needed to do was use the System Map to tell them where the minor enemies their fleets could not detect were hiding, and warn them when it was time to retreat.
Oh, and rescue his allies' pitifully small fleets while he was at it.
Xianyu opened the system's star map.
Countless fleets appeared as tiny icons on the map, advancing toward the star systems occupied by the Swarm Disaster and the Intellitrons.
Initially, he had ordered his subordinates to act, containing the disasters within five star systems.
After the Xianzhou withdrew, not a single other faction in the universe stepped forward to deal with them.
Outsiders all called Xianyu bloodthirsty. He simply thought it was easy for them to talk when they were not the ones doing the work.
Neither the Swarm Disaster nor the Intellitrons were easy to handle. He had racked his brains and, despite being a die-hard shut-in, forced himself to socialize until he finally found allies to join his raid.
Most of the fleets belonged to the Xianzhou.
His few allies supported the Xianzhou's decision in public, but when it came time to send fleets and personnel, they started scheming and would only commit a small number of troops.
After reviewing some of their information, Xianyu could roughly estimate how many fleets they could