"At this time, I think this Fleet Commander of the Suss Fleet must be quite frustrated, right?"
Major General Marshall looked at the main screen, where the Suss A1 Fleet was clearly in chaos, and sighed.
In the command room hall below the command platform, there was already dead silence. All the staff officers had stood up, watching the large screen long-range viewer image with rapt attention, holding their breath.
"If it were you... would you be frustrated?" Zhang Pengcheng, appearing relaxed, took a bottle of vintage red wine from the attendant who came from his room, poured a glass, and handed it to Marshall. Tilting his head to pour another glass, he laughed and said, "If I were played with like this, I'd probably be dying for a break!"
