From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 667 Do it well

A few days ago, when Amber was about to set off for the front line, he received a secret letter from Isabel while sitting in the captain's seat and chatting with Ramos.

[Franklin's recent movements are abnormal. According to the intelligence from the deep-lying personnel, there is a risk that he may be out of Atlas' control]

Amber was actually a little surprised when she saw this secret letter.

Although he knew that Franklin would not be so easy to control, before being severely tortured by reality, he must have had a certain amount of luck in his heart, hoping that the Renaissance Alliance could be truly independent - after all, such a large force has been suppressed by a private enterprise, which would be unpleasant for anyone.

But Amber didn't expect that this ambitious young man would be "eager to make a move" so soon.

Although according to the details in the secret letter, Franklin's various actions were relatively secretive and not very radical, it undoubtedly sounded a wake-up call for Amber.

Even though Franklin usually doesn't put on airs in front of Amber, and the entire Renaissance Alliance looks like a 'puppet' of Atlas, for an ally whose loyalty is not stable, they still need to worry about the possibility of the other party 'betraying'.

This is why Amber almost ignored Franklin at today's combat seminar.
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Various complex star maps, battleship data and combat simulation demonstrations constantly flashed on the huge holographic projection screen.

Amber was dressed in a neat combat uniform, sitting upright on the main seat. His young face showed calmness and confidence, and he listened patiently to the speeches of the young officers of the Renaissance Alliance.

A young captain stood up first, holding an electronic board in his hand, which was densely written with various questions and thoughts.

"Mr. Amber, in the space fleet joint operation you just mentioned, we noticed that Atlas's warships seem to be transitioning to ultra-long-range strikes in terms of firepower distribution, while our Renaissance Alliance's warships are still in conventional configuration, so they are more adept at medium and short-range combat. In future operations, how can we achieve effective coordination of the firepower of both sides to avoid firepower gaps?
In terms of the experience and training of HCP pilots and combat boat pilots, there is also a gap between us and the Atlas combat fleet. However, in actual combat, it is often our small units that engage the enemy first, so we suffer greater casualties."

"This problem is not difficult to solve. The pain point is the depth of our coordinated operations. If the communication and cooperation between our two sides are more in-depth, I can let Atlas's ship-borne HCP and combat boats be stationed on your warships, allowing us to undertake high-intensity combat."

Amber smiled and continued:

"As for the effective coordination of firepower between the two sides, we can adopt the 'echelon tactics' and let the Atlas combat fleet enter the battlefield first and carry out firepower strikes at an advantageous distance. When the time is right, let the Renaissance Alliance fleet enter the battlefield for hand-to-hand combat. I believe that as long as both sides maintain friendly cooperation, this will not be a difficult task. Of course, there is an even simpler solution."

"Sir Amber, what is the solution?" asked an officer of the Renaissance Alliance.

"Let your boss come to our place and upgrade all the ship models of the fleet. Then we can align these details, right? Don't you think so, Mr. Franklin?"

Amber smiled at Franklin, and the officers of the Renaissance Alliance also looked over. Franklin could only force a smile on his face and said something that sounded very "official", and Amber could easily see a hint of disappointment on the faces of the young officers.

At this time, a female major with short hair stood up - she was also the communications officer of the Renaissance Alliance Fleet.

There was a hint of worry in her tone: "Mr. Amber, we also have concerns about the communication problem of coordinated operations. In many previous battles, information transmission was often poor due to incompatible communication bands and different encryption methods. How can the communication systems of Atlas and the Renaissance Alliance be seamlessly connected to ensure that information can be accurately and timely transmitted in fierce battles?"

This question is actually quite sensitive to some extent, but Amber was actually waiting for them to raise such a sensitive question.

So he explained very patiently: "Don't worry, in fact, our technicians have developed a universal communication protocol converter, which can automatically identify and adapt to the communication systems of both parties and quickly convert and decode encrypted information.

At the same time, we have also established multiple backup communication links to prevent the main communication lines from being interfered or destroyed by the enemy. But the key to this issue actually comes back to the in-depth cooperation between our two sides, especially the issue of establishing a joint command system, and this issue also needs the consent of your leader~"

During this lively exchange, the young officers of the Renaissance Alliance seemed to open up and various questions and opinions emerged.

As the leader of the Renaissance League, Franklin sat quietly aside, his face gradually becoming gloomy.

Today, he was like a forgotten existence. Everyone's eyes and attention were focused on Amber. Every time he tried to speak, he was interrupted by the young officers' eager questions and Amber's wonderful answers.

The only times when he got everyone's attention were when some sensitive topics about the "independence" of the Renaissance Alliance came up, and he certainly couldn't answer such questions on the spot.

Some "official answers" given out of desperation often only lead to disappointment among young officers.
Franklin looked at the scene in front of him and felt bitter. He felt as if he had become an outsider. The young officers who once surrounded him and obeyed his orders were now more willing to listen to Amber's opinions, as if Amber was their real leader.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrest of the chair, his eyes revealing a hint of unwillingness and confusion. He didn't understand why the situation had changed so drastically in such a short period of time. His authority seemed to be being undermined step by step in this seminar or in the recent cooperation between the two sides.

Soon, the combat seminar ended.

As the young officers of the Renaissance Alliance stood up and watched, Amber said goodbye to everyone with a smile and left. When he walked to Franklin, he deliberately stopped for a moment, patted the latter on the shoulder and said:

"Your Renaissance Alliance is really full of talents and vigor. I have high hopes for you. Franklin, keep up the good work!"

(End of this chapter)