Ragnar nodded, then slammed the large ladle against the edge of the pot, splashing a few drops of scalding broth.
"That's right, that's right, those shrimps are the best at setting off firecrackers from the sky!" he said gruffly.
"Then tell me, how should we deal with their warships? We can't just stand by and watch them blow up my Mushroom Field and Cauldron City, can we?"
The surrounding Warboss echoed his sentiments, each with a worried expression.
They feared no one, but the Imperium fleet could only fire cannons from the sky, leaving them helpless.
Their main problem is that their fleet is no match for the smaller fleets, and their ground-based anti-aircraft firepower is practically useless.
When the Orks Fleet is defeated, they will be forced to hide underground and watch helplessly as their territory is bombed into ruins.
Toothy smiled slightly and said confidently:
"Boss, all the leaders, don't worry, I've already thought of a solution."
He walked to a wooden plank next to him, picked up a piece of charcoal, and drew a simple topographical map on the plank.
"First of all, those small fry, relying on their fleet superiority, will definitely launch indiscriminate fire suppression against our surface targets."
"Their primary targets must be our Starport, Mekboy Workshop, Mushroom Field, and Cauldron City."
"Therefore, the first thing we need to do is to move all the important facilities and supplies out of the area."
"Then..."
Toothy drew several circles on the topographic map using charcoal.
"Finally, and most importantly."
Toothy lowered her voice, a sly glint in her eyes. "We need to..."
He leaned close to Ragnar's ear and whispered a few words.
Ragnar's eyes widened, and the worry on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by excitement and agitation.
He slapped his thigh hard, making a loud "bang" that shook the surrounding tables.
"Great! Great idea, brilliant!" Ragnar laughed heartily, his voice shaking the entire warehouse.
"That way, those shrimps definitely can't beat us!"
Although the Warboss around him still didn't understand the specifics of the plan, they cheered along with Ragnar when they saw how excited he was.
"The boss is brilliant!"
"Boss is awesome!"
"This time, we absolutely must chop all those shrimp into tiny pieces!"
Toothy looked at the cheering crowd, a slight smile playing on her lips.
His plan is more than that.
"How would you handle a situation where you're Seven-Smasha?"
Carl II Space Station.
Five days have passed since Carl II's first battle.
After three days and three nights of continuous work and two days of trial operation, the ammunition supply route from Brevis to Carl II has been completely established.
Every day, several massive Imperium transport ships, fully loaded with ammunition, fuel, food, and new recruits, depart from Brevis Starport and safely arrive at Carl II Space Station.
The warehouse, which was originally only one-third full, is now completely filled with all kinds of weapons and ammunition.
To raise funds for this expedition, Dominic sent a strongly worded "letter of appeal" to all the nobles of Brevis.
The letter clearly stated that the Orks were the common enemy of the entire Calixis System, and that if the Orks of Dorito attacked, no one would be spared.
Now is the time to serve the Imperium and fight for our homeland; all nobles must generously contribute to support the frontline battles.
Nobles who refused to donate or whose donations were insufficient were labeled as "traitors."
They will face a double whammy from the Imperium Department of Internal Affairs and the Navy.
Under Dominic's oppressive rule, even the normally stingy nobles were forced to open their wallets.
Some donated large quantities of ammunition and supplies, some dispatched their private guards, and some even contributed their family's private warships.
In just three days, Dominic raised enough funds to support his fleet in fighting for three days, and also acquired twelve private warships and hundreds of thousands of noble private soldiers.
The defenses of Carl II have also been repaired and are now largely complete.
The defensive fortifications that were destroyed by the war have been reinforced.
Dozens of new artillery emplacements and laser anti-aircraft towers sprang up, their dark muzzles pointing straight to the sky.
Even if the fleet at the front was defeated, the Carl II could serve as a solid bridgehead, providing cover for the retreating troops.
The repair work on the Gemstone is also largely complete.
Although the Void Shield Generator was so badly damaged that it could only recover one-third of its effectiveness, all weapon systems have been repaired.
The three light spears flashed with a dangerous light again, and all one hundred and four Macro-cannon emplacements were loaded with armor-piercing shells.
After debugging, the power core can now output 80% of its power.
At the orbital spaceport, all the Imperium warships were ready to depart.
The Gemstone, as the flagship, was anchored in the very center.
Surrounding it were three imposing battlecruisers, and further out were twenty cruisers and fifty frigates.
Dozens of warships formed a massive battle formation, the Imperium Aquila on their hulls gleaming under the starlight.
All the soldiers have boarded the warships, all the weapons are loaded, and they are just waiting for the order to launch a general attack on Planet Dorito.
On the bridge of the Gemstone, Dominic stood in front of the main control console, looking at the massive fleet before him, his eyes filled with confidence and anticipation.
His mechanical prosthetic limb tapped lightly against the edge of the control panel; it was a top-of-the-line prosthetic that the Adeptus Mechanicus had just installed for him.
It could be said that, apart from still being a bit awkward to use, its strength and agility are even greater than before.
This was the first time he had independently commanded a fleet of this size, and the first time he had the opportunity to completely eliminate the Orks threat in a star system.
If he wins this war, he can become a hero of the Imperium, return to Terra, and receive the emperor's reward.
He will then be able to comfort the Ralfa and all the fallen soldiers in heaven.
"Reporting, sir, all warships are ready and can set sail at any time," the communications officer reported respectfully.
Dominic took a deep breath, raised his only remaining right hand, and swung it downwards with force:
"Let's go! Destination—Planet Dorito!"
"Yes, sir!"
At Dominic's command, all the warships' engines started simultaneously.
Blue plasma trails bloomed in space, like countless blue flowers in full bloom.
The massive Imperial Fleet departed from Carl II Space Station, forming a neat formation, and headed towards the planet Dorito.
Lynn and Rena stood on the bridge of their escort ship, watching the Carl II Space Station gradually disappear into the distance outside the window.
"Everything is ready," Lynn said softly.
"Hopefully, we can successfully eliminate Ragnar this time and completely eliminate the Orks threat."
Rena nodded, a hint of worry flashing in her purple eyes:
"I still feel like something's not right. Toothy is no ordinary person."
"He's been frequently visiting Ragnar's camp lately; I suspect he's been talking to Ragnar about something."
"Moreover, the fact that he could come up with a way to eliminate the zombies in such a short time and gain Ragnar's trust shows that he is definitely not a simple- Gretchin."
"I know." Lynn frowned.