From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 636: Feint attack on the fleet, go into offensive mode!
"Hahahahaha! I knew I made the right bet!"

On the HMS Dreadnought, the flagship of the First Fleet of the Federation Navy, Marshal Trafalgar could no longer suppress the surging joy in his heart, and for the first time ever, he roared in excitement.

His face, weathered by the vicissitudes of life and full of traces of determination, was now slightly flushed with extreme excitement, and his whole body was immersed in an indescribable state of excitement.

For Admiral Carroll, who was sitting in another command chair, in the long years of following Field Marshal Trafalgar, this was the first time he witnessed this admiral, who was always as calm as a mountain and never showed his emotions, experience such a drastic and rare emotional fluctuation on the eve of a battle.

"Marshal, I see you are in a good mood?"

Admiral Carol asked. He felt a little more relaxed at the moment. Looking around, the huge battle star map clearly and intuitively showed the current comparison of the two sides' troop strengths. It was an absolute advantage of three to one, and the federal army had an overwhelming numerical advantage.

Moreover, the three fleets here are the elite of the Federation Navy, not to mention that they have the advantage of ambush and morale.
So in Admiral Carroll's opinion, this ambush was not a sure win, but it was almost certain to win.

Hearing Admiral Carroll's words, Marshal Trafalgar also smiled and said, "There is nothing better in the world than seeing through the opponent's strategic deception."
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Let's go back to the moment when the 'Iron Triangle' received the intelligence that 'the Atlas combat fleet is dispatched on a large scale, and two super-flagships are also following the fleet'.

Based on the previous discussions among the three, the transmission of this intelligence almost confirmed the possibility that the Atlas Group and the Renaissance Alliance would launch a full-scale attack on the Federation.

Brandon even hoped on the spot that Marshal Trafalgar would lead the fleet to prepare for war and "keep the enemy out of the country." Although the areas controlled by Atlas and the Renaissance Alliance were actually the territory of the Federation.

"We can't afford to be tossed around any more. If we let the Atlas Group attack and cause huge chaos, then the situation we have finally stabilized will be in trouble again. There have always been voices of 'opposition to the military government' below, and this will give them an opportunity to add fuel to the fire."

Brandon spoke in a very humble tone at this time, almost begging Trafalgar directly.

This was not because of any other reason, but because he knew that if the Atlas Group and the Renaissance Alliance really broke in, he would definitely not end up well.

On the other hand, Defense Secretary Miller had the same idea as President Brandon. He also believed that the Federation could no longer withstand the turmoil, so the main fleet must be used to stop the enemy's attack that might come at any time.

After hearing the two men's advice, Marshal Trafalgar looked carefully at the star map and the deployment of both sides' forces for a long time, and finally raised his head and said:

"The Atlas Group and the Renaissance Alliance will not actually launch an attack. What we are seeing is just a strategic deception. Mr. Amber must have other goals."

"What?!" Brandon was horrified. "Marshal Trafalgar, this is too risky! How can we be sure that this is a trap set by the Atlas Group?!"

"Yes, if this plan goes wrong, we and the federation will be in an irretrievable desperate situation," Defense Secretary Miller also tried to dissuade him.

Marshal Trafalgar's words were completely unexpected to the other two. They didn't expect that after seeing the Atlas Group's super flagship in place, the Admiral still believed that the Atlas Group would not really launch an attack, and chose to ambush Amber.
Marshal Trafalgar saw the two men's suspicious expressions, and Brandon even began to look at him as if he was an old fool. The admiral had no choice but to explain.

"To be honest, I admit that there was a moment when I almost believed it. I almost believed the Atlas Group's play and planned to lead the fleet to confront them head-on at the edge of the control zone as you thought."

Marshal Trafalgar's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a slightly bitter smile, and his eyes revealed a hint of self-mockery.

Brandon: "Then may I ask what made you change your mind, Marshal?"

"Their 'drama' was so realistic that it seemed as if they were really going to attack us."

"Is there anything wrong with this?" This time, the confused questioner came from Defense Secretary Miller.

Seeing that the other two still didn't understand his ideas, Trafalgar slowly explained his reasons and ideas to them.

"When I calmed down and carefully analyzed the personality traits and consistent combat style of Commander Amber, I firmly believed that he was not someone who would fight according to such a conventional routine. In my eyes, the seemingly perfect play of the Atlas Group became an overly deliberate disguise. The large red HCP was parading outside every day, as if it was afraid that others would not know that Amber was inside. This seemed even more deliberate."

Having said that, Marshal Trafalgar showed a rare expression of appreciation on his face and continued:
"Mr. Amber is really to my liking in this regard. If we were not on different sides, I would really like to put aside the troubles of war and have a good exchange with him."

"This kind of 'communication' can last any length of time after you gain the final victory and capture him. We must first respond to the emergency at hand!"

President Brandon's voice was a little anxious. It was obvious that he was not going to joke with the old navy man at this moment. After calming down his emotions, he continued to ask:
"Since you think this Amber is trying to stab us from behind, where do you think he will attack? Our main battleship production line? Or our largest refinery?"

“I think it will be here.”

Marshal Trafalgar raised his hand and pointed to an area that had no official facilities marked on the map, and the other two were even more shocked when they saw this area.

"'Pillar of Life'? Wait, you mean, they're going to attack our proton annihilation bomb assembly center directly?"

Defense Minister Miller sat up straight, and his expression became extremely serious:

"This place is top secret to the outside world. Even if Mr. Amber was a psychic agent in the past, he would never be able to access secrets of this level."

Marshal Trafalgar smiled, as if Amber was an old friend of his and said, "The more impossible the place is, the more likely it is that Mr. Amber plans to 'win by surprise'."

"Marshal! You are clearly gambling. Even someone like me, whose military level is not very high, knows that the choice you are making now has basically no evidence to support it!"

President Brandon finally couldn't bear it anymore. After all, if the Atlas Group really broke in, he, the last president, might really lose his life.

So he stood up directly from his chair, waving his hands, and rarely showed his toughness in front of Marshal Trafalgar.

"Because of your own unilateral 'feeling', you judged that the enemy's heavy troops on the confrontation line were acting. At the same time, because of your unilateral 'guess', you believed that the enemy would suddenly launch a surprise attack on a secret facility that is top secret to the Federation and is not marked on 99.9% of the star maps?!"

From the perspective of an ordinary person or even an ordinary officer, Brandon's "hardness" is indeed justified, because Marshal Trafalgar's decisions are all based on his own experience and intuition, without direct intelligence support. In fact, Defense Secretary Miller's thoughts at this time are the same as the president's, but as a good friend and "traditional ally" of Marshal Trafalgar, he can't directly refute it at this time.

Under normal circumstances, President Brandon could find a way to veto Marshal Trafalgar's battle plan through procedures, but unfortunately, the current federation is no longer a "normal situation".

So Brandon also felt for the first time what the "military government charm moment" was.
After stubbornly insisting on his own judgment without allowing others to refute it, Marshal Trafalgar led the three selected elite fleets to leave secretly, and like a ghost, they arrived at the mysterious and dangerous interstellar dust cloud of the Pillar of Life more than ten days in advance to set up an ambush.

As for the ships on the confrontation line that had their paint and hull numbers changed in batches, pretending to be the First, Second, and Third Fleets of the Federal Navy, half of them came from temporarily unsealed sealed warships, and the other half came from the "corpses" of the military-industrial complex.

These giant companies that once dominated the Federation were completely incorporated after the military government headed by the "Iron Triangle" was officially established. The warships they controlled became spare ships and were pulled out at this moment to "keep up appearances."——
"Report, we have confirmed that the enemy in front of us is the First, Second, and Third Fleets of the Federation Navy! According to the quick screening results of the Intelligence Control Center, these three fleets should be fully staffed. The closest one is the First Fleet of the Federation, with a straight-line distance of 29 kilometers and a current relative speed of 13 kilometers per second!"

On the bridge of the Eternal, Ramos quickly reported some important information to Amber. Not surprisingly, the young officer's face showed nervousness, just like the other rookie officers on the bridge.

"Boss, what should we do now? Should we continue the operation?" Ramos asked cautiously.

"Calm down. You are a fleet officer!"

Amber did not directly answer Ramos' question, but instead gave a reminder, while her eyes swept across the uneasy eyes on the bridge.

"The same goes for you. An officer should act like an officer! You are the role models for everyone in the fleet. If even you become like this, how can the rest of the fleet have the courage to continue fighting?!"

Amber's voice seemed to have magical power, penetrating directly into everyone's ears. This voice, which used psychic skills, quickly made Ramos feel at ease.

"Besides, I'm not panicking, why are you panicking?!"

"Yes, Boss."

Amber's tone changed: "You want to drive a warship with such a low voice?"

Hearing this, Ramos seemed to be under a curse. He immediately stood up and answered loudly: "Yes! Boss! We are not panicking at all!"

"Very good~ Now it's in high spirits!"

Amber nodded in satisfaction and praised, without stopping for a moment her actions on the control panel in the command seat.

From the beginning, he had been working with Lilith and Ceris to quickly find a route, intending to escape the enemy's encirclement before the three federal fleets completely surrounded him.

The psychic's 'multi-threaded' thinking ability was brought to its limit at this moment. Even though the brain was calculating at a rapid speed, Amber also kept issuing orders, allowing the fleet to quickly switch to an enemy-facing state.

Calculating the emergency breakout route was not a difficult task. Although Marshal Trafalgar bet correctly that Amber would lead the fleet to raid this place, he had no way of predicting the exact location of Amber's attack. He could only make a very sophisticated pre-encirclement based on his own experience.

But even so, the encirclement still seemed a bit loose. After all, if three fleets were used to carry out the encirclement, the number was still insufficient and there were still loopholes in many places.

Although the remaining "operational space" is not large, and it is difficult for ordinary fleet commanders to use it in such a short time, it is enough for Amber.
Soon, the breakout route was displayed on the holographic projection platform, and after double verification by Lilith and Ceris, it was quickly distributed to the entire fleet.

This report, processed by two major AIs, details the breakout route of each warship, so that the warships that receive the order do not need to conduct secondary processing and can directly hand it over to the ship-borne control personality to guide the route adjustment.

Therefore, Amber's 'new fleet' that adopted a new command mode appeared to be more orderly and agile than those old fleets when implementing the flagship's orders, just like a well-organized school of fish in the deep sea.

Such feedback also allowed Amber to regain a sense of the game after a long time, because when commanding the fleet in the game, there is a system to provide similar assistance to reduce the player's operating burden.

"The entire fleet begins to break out according to the latest route, forward three!"

"All electronic warfare teams activate their electronic warfare modules. Once the frequency hopping scan is complete, conduct full-band, full-channel electronic warfare attacks!"

"Assault formation forward, second, third, and fourth attack formations, load stealth plasma torpedoes, launch tubes without deflection, 5 rounds loaded and fired!"

"Assault formation, right wing fifth and sixth attack formations, load anti-beam gel missiles, deflection angle 15 degrees, wall dispersion, 3 salvos, 2 minutes interval, fire!"

"Assault formation rear guard third, fifth, and seventh driving protection teams, micro-powered active air mines, No. 3 dispersion plan, full base deployment!"

Just like controlling an entire fleet to fight a guild war in the game, Amber's fleet began to respond to his orders at an extremely high speed.

Although many crew members of this fleet, including the command of the battleships, panicked after the appearance of the Federal Navy's ambush fleet, they gradually became reassured when the commands from the flagship were issued through the tactical network.

Just as Amber had instructed before setting off, they only needed to complete each of Amber's instructions according to the procedures, and the rest would be left to Amber's fleet command.

After confirming that the fleet was quickly executing her orders and there were no delays or disconnections for the time being, Amber breathed a sigh of relief and sent a brief order to the fleet on the confrontation line in the federal-controlled area through the flagship's ultra-long-distance communication unit.

[It has been confirmed that the First, Second, and Third Fleets of the Federation Navy are all guarding the 'Pillar of Life' area. Immediately launch a full-scale attack according to the pre-war mission assignment.]
Looking at the 'Sent' prompt that popped up on the remote communication interface, Amber looked up through the global porthole at the Federation Navy fleet ahead.

His sharp gaze seemed to have directly crossed a distance of hundreds of thousands of kilometers, penetrated the thick front armor of the battleship, and focused on Marshal Trafalgar in the captain's seat.

"My Lord, God of War. No. God of Gamblers, I want to see how firm your resolve is."

(End of this chapter)